Post by Jacob Flin on Jun 5, 2010 22:18:59 GMT -5
The club was dull, extremely low keyed compared to what Jacob was used to. He was used to running and hunting and killing those who deserved it. He was used to death and doom and destruction and chaos. He could never forget the chaos. His lip twitched as he made his way through the imense swarm of people grinding and dancing with eachother. He almsot wanted to laugh at them, at the emotions on their faces. Emotions were pointless to show, all they ever caused was trouble. Showing things Like lvoe and anger only got you nowhere. He learned that the hardway, it's what got him kicked out of every HQ he visited when he was a kid, His temper.
although now his tempered was controlled, it still looked very odd when he stood over a dead body, his face smeared with blood, and his face was expressionless. He regreted nothing, cared for no one, and lived on his own free will. He didn't answer to rules, he didn't give two pieces of crap about anyone but himself, and he didn't like the way that werewold girl was staring at him. He turned away from her and ordered a beer from the bar. He was here to see if he could kill and get away with it, nothing more nothing less.
although now his tempered was controlled, it still looked very odd when he stood over a dead body, his face smeared with blood, and his face was expressionless. He regreted nothing, cared for no one, and lived on his own free will. He didn't answer to rules, he didn't give two pieces of crap about anyone but himself, and he didn't like the way that werewold girl was staring at him. He turned away from her and ordered a beer from the bar. He was here to see if he could kill and get away with it, nothing more nothing less.
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