Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 5, 2009 14:34:42 GMT -5
Leon flew forward, "wha-?".
He dove into the cellar headfirst. There was a crack and a groan. Stupid man. Diving into a cellar? I mean really. He picked himself up and started cursing at Belinda for pulling a prank that could have broken his neck. Muttering and swearing, he began to wander.
A few minutes later he was coming UP from a basement. The free-running lane had taken him several blocks, and he squinted into the darkness.
He turned around and around, listening. Finally, hearing nothing. he pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on. Too startled even to scream, he immediately smashed it fully into the man's face, then swung it hard and began beating him savagely with wide, neurotic eyes that seemed to say, "HOLYJESUSFUCKMONKEYSINNARNIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
When the man lay still, he shone the light on him, looking over the tactical equipment. Leon looked left, then right conspicuously, then slowly moved the light down the unconscious body to it's feet...A few minutes later, he had new boots and some fancy gear strapped to him. He sauntered around for a moment, grinning and strutting, then collected himself, kissed one of the dolls that hung from his new bandoleer, and headed upstairs.
Minutes later there was a loud shattering as a second floor window erupted, the cascade of glass like a gown over the dark figure that flew backward through it into the air over the street. Leon stood in the window and watched the soldier, guard, whatever land at an angle and break a leg, an arm, probably an ankle.
"You broke my leg!" the man screamed up at him, holding it and lying on his side like Peter Griffin. Leon retorted "You broke my fucking window!!" In what may have been sincere lunatic anger, Leon began throwing things out and down at the man. An office chair, drawers, anything he could, occasionally actually hitting the man below, who finally crept behind an abandoned old car for cover.
Leon cackled and looked around, tossing a grenade up and down in one hand and talking idly to his barbies. The men he'd sneaked by on the first floor would know he was here now, but that was okay. He needed to have a talk with them anyway. "Now what are you boys up to here...?"
((Noah you bastard! And thanks anyway Vito
But I'm gonna use it to drag Giddien back hehe. You boys play nice in the bar!))
He dove into the cellar headfirst. There was a crack and a groan. Stupid man. Diving into a cellar? I mean really. He picked himself up and started cursing at Belinda for pulling a prank that could have broken his neck. Muttering and swearing, he began to wander.
A few minutes later he was coming UP from a basement. The free-running lane had taken him several blocks, and he squinted into the darkness.
He turned around and around, listening. Finally, hearing nothing. he pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on. Too startled even to scream, he immediately smashed it fully into the man's face, then swung it hard and began beating him savagely with wide, neurotic eyes that seemed to say, "HOLYJESUSFUCKMONKEYSINNARNIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
When the man lay still, he shone the light on him, looking over the tactical equipment. Leon looked left, then right conspicuously, then slowly moved the light down the unconscious body to it's feet...A few minutes later, he had new boots and some fancy gear strapped to him. He sauntered around for a moment, grinning and strutting, then collected himself, kissed one of the dolls that hung from his new bandoleer, and headed upstairs.
Minutes later there was a loud shattering as a second floor window erupted, the cascade of glass like a gown over the dark figure that flew backward through it into the air over the street. Leon stood in the window and watched the soldier, guard, whatever land at an angle and break a leg, an arm, probably an ankle.
"You broke my leg!" the man screamed up at him, holding it and lying on his side like Peter Griffin. Leon retorted "You broke my fucking window!!" In what may have been sincere lunatic anger, Leon began throwing things out and down at the man. An office chair, drawers, anything he could, occasionally actually hitting the man below, who finally crept behind an abandoned old car for cover.
Leon cackled and looked around, tossing a grenade up and down in one hand and talking idly to his barbies. The men he'd sneaked by on the first floor would know he was here now, but that was okay. He needed to have a talk with them anyway. "Now what are you boys up to here...?"
((Noah you bastard! And thanks anyway Vito
But I'm gonna use it to drag Giddien back hehe. You boys play nice in the bar!))