Post by Dimitri Kalic on Apr 16, 2010 18:23:44 GMT -5
Carthage liked to think that being worried about skipping work for the day was the typical response of a sane man. It let him keep up his own facade towards himself, as well. Despite the fact, he continued to debate back and forth with himself as he climbed the staircase of the skyscraper he had simply broken into a few moments prior. He was, at least mostly, wearing the attire of his Jester alias, the only things lacking being the hat and the mask, both of which had been tucked into his coat as he started calmly climbing. He was still at work, really. Just... different work. But he was skipping the one that let him keep his apartment. Probably.
It took him a few minutes to truly stop the internal babbling, by which point he had reached the rooftop and kicked open the door. To him, it was hunting season. Or, at the very least, the spiritual activity that surrounded him had briefly overhauled itself. He didn't bother thinking much, stepping to the corner of the rooftop and peering down over the edge, eyes scanning the alleyways before he took a seat and began pulling things out of his coat at random, tossing them about at his side. His favorite Machete, his hat and mask. Quick dinner for himself in another hour or two, that would be nice, probably one of the few things he carefully set next to himself. Spare change, a few steel hooks. A paperclip.
He tossed the paperclip over his shoulder, completely forgetting any point of it being in his pockets at the time, sorting through the spare change and tucking it back into one pocket while he started to return his other supplies to the varied places in his coat they could be stashed comfortably, despite how they were all in completely different places this time. Hey, different Hollow, different needs for organization. Maybe.
In any case, he rattled the string of masks he had collected in a bored manner before standing up again. He checked one of the many watches he had pickpocketed; roughly nine-forty-two. He was making decent time. He paused, though, as he remembered why he brought the paperclip. Mostly, he needed to clean the blood and ash out of the smaller creases in the masks he liberated.
"Oh, damn it," he said flatly, looking over the side of the building he had just tossed it over. After a brief moment, he decided on the 'screw it, I can get another later' idea. Regardless, he was annoyed by how he had just simply forgotten that simple deta-
Ah, there was one of the Hollows, now. Prowling along the side of another building, probably looking for a quick snack in the form of someone who was getting out of work late. It was probably quite lanky and thin, somewhat unnaturally tall. Granted Carthage saw it as a horrific conglomerate of teeth, eyes, and black tendrils forming its body, but after so long, absolute terror got old. Besides, this creature was far from the worst he had seen. Still, it wasn't pretty to look at.
He fumbled for a moment as he, once more, pulled the mask and hat out of his jacket, clearly annoyed by the timing. He tapped the mask to his face, a single pulse of force emanating to his surroundings. The Hollow instantaneously halted and turned its attention up towards the rooftop. He didn't bother stepping away from the corner of the building, staring at it silently as he pulled on his hat and made a taunting American gesture that would probably have translated to something derogatory about them and certain aspects of their social life. Or something like that, he wasn't particularly versed in such topics.
In any case it had apparently caught its attention as it lunged across the street to begin scaling the building towards the rooftop he had momentarily taken residence upon.
"Lynch the man that called you intelligent," he mumbled quietly, tiredly staring down at the advancing hollow. For a moment, he waited. And then he waited for another.
Dear god, this was a slow one.
It took him a few minutes to truly stop the internal babbling, by which point he had reached the rooftop and kicked open the door. To him, it was hunting season. Or, at the very least, the spiritual activity that surrounded him had briefly overhauled itself. He didn't bother thinking much, stepping to the corner of the rooftop and peering down over the edge, eyes scanning the alleyways before he took a seat and began pulling things out of his coat at random, tossing them about at his side. His favorite Machete, his hat and mask. Quick dinner for himself in another hour or two, that would be nice, probably one of the few things he carefully set next to himself. Spare change, a few steel hooks. A paperclip.
He tossed the paperclip over his shoulder, completely forgetting any point of it being in his pockets at the time, sorting through the spare change and tucking it back into one pocket while he started to return his other supplies to the varied places in his coat they could be stashed comfortably, despite how they were all in completely different places this time. Hey, different Hollow, different needs for organization. Maybe.
In any case, he rattled the string of masks he had collected in a bored manner before standing up again. He checked one of the many watches he had pickpocketed; roughly nine-forty-two. He was making decent time. He paused, though, as he remembered why he brought the paperclip. Mostly, he needed to clean the blood and ash out of the smaller creases in the masks he liberated.
"Oh, damn it," he said flatly, looking over the side of the building he had just tossed it over. After a brief moment, he decided on the 'screw it, I can get another later' idea. Regardless, he was annoyed by how he had just simply forgotten that simple deta-
Ah, there was one of the Hollows, now. Prowling along the side of another building, probably looking for a quick snack in the form of someone who was getting out of work late. It was probably quite lanky and thin, somewhat unnaturally tall. Granted Carthage saw it as a horrific conglomerate of teeth, eyes, and black tendrils forming its body, but after so long, absolute terror got old. Besides, this creature was far from the worst he had seen. Still, it wasn't pretty to look at.
He fumbled for a moment as he, once more, pulled the mask and hat out of his jacket, clearly annoyed by the timing. He tapped the mask to his face, a single pulse of force emanating to his surroundings. The Hollow instantaneously halted and turned its attention up towards the rooftop. He didn't bother stepping away from the corner of the building, staring at it silently as he pulled on his hat and made a taunting American gesture that would probably have translated to something derogatory about them and certain aspects of their social life. Or something like that, he wasn't particularly versed in such topics.
In any case it had apparently caught its attention as it lunged across the street to begin scaling the building towards the rooftop he had momentarily taken residence upon.
"Lynch the man that called you intelligent," he mumbled quietly, tiredly staring down at the advancing hollow. For a moment, he waited. And then he waited for another.
Dear god, this was a slow one.