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Post by jinguuji hayate on Dec 11, 2012 12:29:21 GMT -5
dull crimson colored eyes stared at the trio of thugs that seemed intent on stealing his wallet. the brunette yawned and leaned against the brick wall next to him, and the thugs glanced at each other. their silent communication amused him. he could see the uncertainty in their stances and knew that they lacked the confidence to attack. they thought numbers would intimidate people; however, they forgot to take into account the type of people that decided to venture into the marauder’s den. hayate vaguely remembered seeing them before on one of his numerous visits to the bar. they, on the other hand, appeared to have forgotten him and his reputation in the area. he hated to boast, but few people challenged him anymore. apparently, his last opponent ended up in a coma. that, however, was neither here nor there. hayate yawned again and pushed himself away from the wall. he came for a drink, and he refused to leave without indulging in a few shots of whiskey or vodka. he might even pop into the club and see if he could find an interesting companion for the night.
the trio of thugs tensed as the brunette began walking toward them. l-look here. y-ya can’t just walk away, the leader shouted while the duo behind him winced at his stuttering. one dark eyebrow rose as hayate lifted a gloved hand to run through his wild locks of dark brown hair, and the three hastily backed away at the movement. thin lips twisted into a feral smirk as the three shook noticeably. w-we’re w-warning ya. n-not another s-step, m-mister, or ya’ll r-regret it! hayate merely cocked his head to the side while the three huddled together, and he wondered how they possibly considered themselves threatening when in such a pitiful positions, shivering and clinging to each other like a lifeline. he stopped mere inches from the cowering trio. his gloved hand reached out and gripped the leader’s chin. he forced the terrified thug to meet his eyes, and the brunette nearly cackled at the other male’s expression of unbridled terror.
i suggest you listen, he began with his eyes narrowing and smirk growing impossibly wider. you wouldn’t last a second against me, and your pitiful attempts at appearing terrifying are laughable. i hope you find a good class to teach you how to survive on the streets. from what i’ve seen, you won’t last another week. hayate paused to let his words sink into their thick skulls, for he would hate to repeat himself. he had already wasted far too much of his precious time with these hoodlums. until you’ve learned you lessons, i would suggest running far, far away from here. the brunette released his captive and watched as the three glanced at each other, turned back to eye hayate who lifted a hand and waved at them, and then proceeded to turn and flee at speeds that the brunette previously thought impossible. learn something new every day, he muttered to himself while running a hand through his hair.
with the trio gone, hayate could finally finish his journey toward marauder’s den, the best bar in tokyo. he ambled toward the three buildings, but he debated between spending his evening in the bar or bar and club. decisions, decisions, the brunette murmured softly with his blood colored eyes darting between the two establishments in question. eventually, he grew tired of thinking and allowed his feet to carry him to whichever they chose. in the end, he found himself wrapping his gloved fingers around the doorknob to the club and bar, so it seemed that he would be hunting down a companion for the night. hayate chuckled at the thought before pulling the door open and stepping over the threshold. time to have some fun, he declared with a savage grin appearing on his pale mien.
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