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"Do you believe in the power of a curse?" Nandor would have liked to consider himself skeptical when it came to these matters, but honestly? with everything that had happened over the years, and how his luck kept getting worse with the passing of the centuries, he was sure that a curse had been put on him at some point in his life. "If you don't, then you better."
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ji-woon hak ‹ @nx-spin › left a note; Hearing footsteps behind him while grabbing more knives from a locker, Ji-Woon sees David approaching him. "My, my; Feeling a bit bold, huh?"
The blood trickling from his fresh wounds making the leather jacket stick to his skin, its coppery scent filling his nostrils, making the survivor grit his teeth. It was almost funny the way he had been in such different realm for quite some time and yet, he felt like he never left the streets of Manchester. Same story, different place. Except here he didn't need to worry about the fragility of the human body, he could take the hits, over and over again, making the rush of adrenaline guiding his every actions that much more delicious.
However it seemed as if David had reached his boiling point, the Trickster's gloating after one of his daggers so easily pierced his exposed side, set him off. He was done playing the Entity's game; done letting the pretty fucker have the last laugh. Who was going to stop him anyways ?
He knew his presence wasn't going to pass unnoticed for much longer, and right on cue, the killer's familiar voice rang in his ears. That was when he moved, no words uttered, not yet, shoulder connecting with the killer chest before the survivor shoved him against the locker. Leather clad forearm coming to press against the killer throat. " Ya have no idea. " A low growl vibrating from deep within his chest. " 'm done playin' your fuckin' games. " He pressed the taller man against the metallic door, his own body barely inches away from resting flush against him. Dark hues never once wavering from the killer's gaze. Adrenaline and excitement flowing through his veins like a untamed river, threatening to overflow and spill everywhere. " It's my time to have som' fun, how 'bout that ? " Tongue licking at the dry blood on his own bottom lip.
"A bleeding heart, are you? Reckon i’ll just roast and eat it."
-Ji-Woon from @nx-spin
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"S- so you're a psychopath and a cannibal now, is . . . is that it?" Despite the attempt to imbue his words with confidence, the nervous Leader suppressed trembles in his limbs and attempted to take account of his surroundings. Just keep him talking a little bit more . . . long enough for Claudette to get away and find someone else to patch her up . . .
A swallow of the nerves that continued to creep up his throat and choke him where he stood; Dwight had to be exceptionally careful with his timing, dark hues flitting about the vicinity for any sign of someone nearby; someone that could get caught in an unfortunate crossfire should he miss his opportunity . . .
A deep breath was taken in just as he hoped the killer's cockiness would get the best of him, then SLAM! The Leader dropped a pallet with as much force as he could muster, sending it crashing upon the lanky Trickster's head. Catching his breath, a more sincere, sharp confidence swarmed his tone. "Pick a struggle."
