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Post by Astrid on Aug 4, 2012 19:44:43 GMT -5
The room is large and spacious with chairs and couches spread around. There is a large table near a corner with many chairs set around it, where many people sit around to play cards and such. A TV is sat in front of one of the couches where Deadmen can watch the Carnival Corpse and Punishment Game.
Come here to meet other deadmen and to socialize with your fellow inmates.
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Post by Diritus on Aug 8, 2012 11:45:19 GMT -5
Genkaku had decided that he was getting fucking tired of listening to Hibana bitch about his noise. All that brat did was complain and nag and do homework. What kind of kid would do HOMEWORK in PRISON? It didn't make sense to him. Hell, he never went to formal school and turned out just fine. To get away from that noise, he decided to troll around on the deadmen, doing a 'patrol.' He slunk around the G Ward, peering into the rooms and making people jump at the sight of him, steering clear and averting their eyes. That's right, look away. Fear him. Fear your ultimate release from the hell of life. He decided to creep about the lounge, seeing if he could catch anyone off guard and stir up some shit.
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Post by keyade on Aug 8, 2012 15:13:32 GMT -5
Crow was sitting in one of the chairs after scooting it forward enough to be in front of the TV as the punishment game was playing. He wasn't really interested, having plenty of personal experience, but it was background noise. The table in front of him had a set of playing cards scattered around during his game of solitaire. He....he really hated solitaire but hey it was something to do. He reached over and took a sip of his coffee, nice and black just the way he liked it. Laying another card down he paused and looked up, immediately looking back down. The super monk Genkaku. What was he doing here? Patrolling no doubt...more like from the look on his face, minus the p and a. Just keep your eyes down and maybe he won't go ballistic on you...he looked like he was in a decent enough mood but he wouldn't be too comfortable.
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Post by Diritus on Aug 8, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -5
He strolled about, trying to find anyone that could potentially be of interest. No Owl, shame. Not that he would approach him right now. He hadn't rehearsed his latest serenades for his man yet. But it would have been nice to glimpse him, get to watch him a bit. But there was Crow in there, and he was always a rather interesting person to bother. What kind of trouble could he get him in? "Oy! where's the rest of the flock now, Crow? Stuck pecking around by yourself?" He was actually stunned to see him out of the training room.
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Post by keyade on Aug 8, 2012 15:28:54 GMT -5
He closed his eyes and inhaled as quietly as possible. So much for keeping out of his way. Son of a bitch. Reopening them, he didn't bother to look up at the man, knowing full well he was there and staring a hole through him. "I have no idea, I'm not their damned keepers." He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible without seeming like he was annoyed or intimated by the monks presence but there was always that small hint of discomfort he could never quite get rid of. He just hoped he didn't use it against him like last time. "Probably stuffing their faces or sleeping like bums." God bless if it was one thing those people could do it was cram their faces full of food.
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Post by Diritus on Aug 8, 2012 15:34:55 GMT -5
He could smell the tension coming from the man. It was more subtle than with most others that feared him, swathed in a layer of repression or two, but that only made it all the more detectable. "It's dangerous to stray too far from the group. It's always the ones lagging behind that get picked off." He gave a slight laugh before lighting a smoke and taking a soothing drag. He would have a good time with this one. This one he figured he could at least get to fight him. Nothing like standing tall against a helpless foe. What could he do while he had his Worm Eater?
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Post by keyade on Aug 8, 2012 15:39:34 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed as he slapped another card down harder than he meant to, already not happy with playing the game at all, now he had Genkaku to worry about. "So I've heard. Come to think of it I'm actually shocked you're here...What guitar string break on you?" Okay okay dangerous waters but hey he couldn't help it at this point. The monk was here and getting comfortable. Even though he wouldn't be stupid and out right challenge him, he wouldn't be a coward and get stepped on by him. It was a tricky situation and even though he had no intention of fighting him, he could tell the monk had other ideas...unless he could just bore him away. Ha, after a comment like that, well so long to that idea. God what would he do? With that worm eater around his neck he was powerless, all he could do is punch, duck, cover his head and his balls and hope for the best.
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Post by Diritus on Aug 8, 2012 15:46:23 GMT -5
he snorted a bit and put his hands on his hips. "Hardly. Just thought I'd come and check on you guys. Making sure you fuckers weren't getting too uppity.....Looks like it's just about the opposite...." He looked around with a dull face, nose slightly wrinkled. "There's nothin to do around this joint....Che~ How about you entertain me, Crow?" There was a teasing almost sing-song quality to his voice as he flashed a smile his way. This was getting good. He could tell he was starting to annoy the deadman. It was only a matter of time before he wore away his patience. All he needed was one excuse. One thrown punch, one attack, and it was on.
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Post by keyade on Aug 8, 2012 15:58:05 GMT -5
He frowned deeply and sat back in the chair, finally tossing the cards down on the table. "I fucking hate solitaire!" Okay probably not the smoothest way to try to get an undertaker off of your back, after all, all he just did was allow Genkaku to bait him. Was the efforts at not loosing his temper really that futile? Looked that way. He didn't know how he would fair much longer. He folded his arms across his chest tightly and huffed. "Okay you want entertainment? Here's your entertainment. Guy's sitting in a room completely alone, next thing he knows a stray cat comes in. Guy doesn't own a cat so what does he do? Gives it a kick and sends it on its way. Only the cat turns out to be cursed. The trick was feed it an be spared or kick it and die in three days. So what happens next day is the guy wakes up and his skin is white and grimy. Grosses him out so he gets up to shower, only not only does the shower break, his legs get weak. He falls and break an ankle. So he pulls himself over to the bed and uses what remains of his strength to climb back up." At this point he paused and stood up, squaring his shoulders at the monk as his temper only grew. "Only guess what now? He can't! He slides down into the floor and the air gets to musky he can barely breath! Day keeps going like that so by day two he's in a cold sweat, he's crying, he knows he's dying and there's no way out! So what does he do? He doesn't wait for day three! He grabs a pistol in his drawer and sticks it in his mouth! There's your fucking entertainment Genkaku!" What more did the guy want from him? Hell he think he did well not to punch him then, but he was just so close. All this guy seemed to want to do is torment him and the random rant came from one of his own men back at the police force. It was odd he'd remember it just then but he did and had diarrhea of the fucking mouth it seemed.
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Post by Diritus on Aug 8, 2012 16:28:54 GMT -5
Genkaku listened with interest to his tale, folding his arms across his chest. It hit base only slightly in the beginning, kicking the cat, but that soon faded off as it continued on. By the end, he still held the shit eating grin he always had when dealing with the deadmen. "That's a beautiful story. You should tell it to your children one day. I especially love the happy ending. Frankly the bastard gets what was coming to him, hurting animals like that. Why not just put the cat out of it's misery. After all, isn't that what we all want? To finally be free from pain?" He reached into the case on his back, sliding out the dangerous flying V, for now simply strumming a few chords to break the silence and move the still air. He loved the shrieks it could make even not hooked up to an amp.
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Post by keyade on Aug 8, 2012 16:33:53 GMT -5
He frowned again but thankfully his temper was coming down. Genkaku wasn't really baiting him this time so there was no need to attack him, or at least that's what he told himself. Sighing again he fell back into the chair as the legs made a scooting down, pushing backwards a bit from impact. He decided not to comment on that ever so touchy subject of 'free from pain' but instead took on something else. "If I ever have brats I just might, glad you liked it." Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he began scooting the cards all back together in a pile. He winced slightly at the high pitched chords but tried to ignore it. The guy new how to play at least....hey...there was something to keep him from going completely nuts. "Wrote any new songs lately?"
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Post by Diritus on Aug 8, 2012 16:49:37 GMT -5
he grinned with pride. Finally, someone was seeing him for what he was, a talented individual. "Finally! Someone that appreciates the beauty I can make! As a matter of fact, I have been working on a couple of new songs." He began making minor adjustments to the tuning, readying it to play what he had written. "I've been tweakin this one around. It's a tribute to the great Asura below the home of the greater gods and devas, those who fight blindly in their rage...." He wondered if Crow was even familiar with any of the Buddhist cosmos. Probably not, the thick bastard.
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Post by keyade on Aug 9, 2012 10:39:26 GMT -5
He blinked once but didn't bother to ask for the explanation of it. Truth be told he didn't really have much of a clue what he was talking about. Still, the guy and he did have similar taste in music so at least this was a good way to not only keep his head, and the monk calm, but to get to enjoy a nice guitar piece. Sitting back more so, he sipped on the coffee again and kicked out a chair for the monk to take if he wanted to. "Let er' rip then." Reaching out he took the stacked cards and started to place them into the box, officially done with the tedious game. Fucking solitaire.
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Post by Woodpecker on Aug 9, 2012 10:50:25 GMT -5
There wasn't really anything going on for all Ganta knew. There wasn't any upcoming Carnival Corpses that involved him that he knew of, Shiro was nowhere to be seen. So there wasn't really anything for him to do accept go to the lounge and see who was there. He saw Senji talking with the Priest, there wasn't any real interest in talking with the Priest but at least Senji was there.
"Hey, Senji." Ganta said walking in.
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Post by Diritus on Aug 9, 2012 10:53:25 GMT -5
He gave a small, gleeful laugh as he nodded his head. Finally! an audience! He figured he could entertain the deadman for a bit before returning to his provocations. What harm could it do? He needed the practice anyway if he was gonna play it for Owl one day~ He took a step back and began the song, the strings of the guitar screaming in a beautiful cacophony that only a metal head could appreciate. The track was fast and shredded hard, his fingers dancing over the strings. He sang along, most of the words lost in the barrage of guitar, but what could be made out was a collection of Buddhist references and grim lyrics of the most emo kind.
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