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The Various Downsides of Becoming "Paranoid as Balls"; The Return of Everyones Favorite Stoner/Perv!
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 11:14 AM (4,578 Views)
T-Fox
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N-Nopony! Ah was talkin' to nopony whatsoever!
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((Rekka Saionji continued from Just Close Your Eyes.))

Rekka knew what he had to do. If he wanted to draw strength from that image kept in his head of the gangsters that he loved to watch on that silver screen so much, he needed a weapon like them. He knew seeing Dawne's body was going to hurt; so in the interest of saving the waning sanity he still had left, made a point to avoid the greens. On his brief run, the tennis courts came into his line of sight in the distance.

He couldn't hold on. He had no idea what mangled, pained fashion Dawne's now lifeless body sat in. But just the image his mind conjured up made him sick to his stomach. So sick in fact, that in front of thousands of people back home in the states, watching him right at this very moment, he threw up. Directly on a camera that happened to be notched in the branches of a tree, in fact. While he had made a point to not follow the beach for fear of running into anyone in-particular, he still skated between the beach and the greens, just close enough to see either with a quick turn of his head.

"I think I probably should have dealt with the people..."

But no, he couldn't stop now. Dawne was dead, and she was probably looking down on him; now that she was thinking with a clear head (so to speak), she must have wanted him to live on for her. Either that, or by now she was just life force. Or something. The young Saionji had never spent any real time thinking about religion or what comes after death; usually too busy working with his family on some project or another to bother. But now, it was just comforting to think that Dawne was looking down on him from some sort of heaven, free of pain, mental or otherwise.

Yeah, whether he actually believed that or not, that was sure as hell what he was going to tell himself.

Either way, he knew he had to press on. He needed something to defend himself. ASAP. Who knows, maybe he could jam the bullets he was carrying into whatever gun he found.

The rest of the walk had been (thankfully) uneventful. A quick glance at his map told him he was heading straight for the fun fair, and while he doubted the terrorists would leave any kind of supplies whatsoever, there was no point in at least trying. However, as he crested a hill and the ferris wheel and other amusement park rides came into view, the situation looked a solid bit more grim than he would have liked. There was what appeared to be a shimmering puddle of something, as the light reflected off of it as he shielded his eyes. Probably blood. He didn't want to get any closer, but he was already running low on food and he needed a pit stop one way or the other. Shaking his head briefly, he looked around to assess the situation.

A pair of people climbing onto the carousel, and then a good distance away, another trio. Sneaking up, talking about something. Now one of them was talking to the other two.

The last thing Rekka needed now was to be seen and get in the middle of what could end up being a hell of a firefight. At the very least, one of those approaching had something that he was brandishing like a weapon.

Rekka hit the dirt, pushing his fedora's brim low down over his face in an effort to block the sun and that damned reflection out of his eyes. What the hell could be making that anyways?
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There was movement going on. That massive group was attacking the pair in the carousel. Something was going on, some words he could not hear. That damn reflection was getting in his sight, he couldn't even see who these people were...

And so he shifted to to the right.

Nope, still in his eyes. Silently cursing the setting sun, he continued to shimmy to the right, just in time to see someone fall out of the carousel, and to watch the remaining girl be surrounded by some of those sports jocks he had seen around the school. Rekka had never taken a liking to them anyways. Their strength was always so misused, using for pointless competition rather than for something productive, something tangible.

Either way, they were still doing something not right to the pair that were trapped in that ride. And if he had absolutely any way of doing so, he would have put a stop to it himself with a couple of broken skulls. But what did he have to his name? Four clips for an Uzi and a pair of extremely dull knives he made out of a pair of fucking scissors. There was absolutely nothing he could do.

They would just have to get their comeuppance later.

His eyes fell back to that spot that kept reflecting directly into their eyes. And instead of the harsh sunlight, instead sat a pool of red.

And a body accompanying it. The events that were occurring at the other end of the amusement park left his mind as he stared at the decapitated body. And his lips slowly curled into a smile.

That. That is exactly what he would do to the jackasses that thought they could shove their weight around. He would show them just what a true bad-ass was. How the real gangsters of the world were supposed to act.

Oh yes, Teo and his crew would get what's coming to them; as soon as he could find a few more people to join him in showing the world what they were made of.

He pushed himself to his feet, and the grin cracked, his teeth showing softly into the camera perched nearby. "Dawne, baby." His words sounded so much more calculated, so much more cold. He knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly how he was going to do it. Even the fake accent that seeped into his voice and mixed with the oriental one that he had since he was a child was enough to send a chill down the spine of anyone back home who had been following his story. "Now I see what ya' did for me. You won't have died for 'nuttin." He scoffed, pushing the brim on his fedora low. That image he clung to for sanity a few hours ago had truly overtaken him and every fiber of his being. He no longer aspired to be like those mobsters; as far as he could tell and remember, he had always been one. And whatever fucked up God or Power had stuck his ass here just to do what Danya asked; kick some ass and take some names.

A chilling laugh cackled from his throat, more than loud enough for the folks down at the fun fair to hear. And he turned his head towards them, shouting. "Hey! Enjoy what's left o' yer life while ya can! Rekka's in town, and you scabs ain't got long!" Another laugh as the makeshift daggers were removed from his pockets, one clenched in each hand. And off he bound to the north, preparing for what would be the biggest trial of his short life.

((Rekka Saionji continued in It Knows Nothing of Whim.))
Edited by T-Fox, Nov 14 2010, 08:08 PM.
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