Devil's Nest // Two // Now He Even Wants Your Brains!

[all_ofthethings]

Action For Wednesday

Around Town

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[Tired of staying in the bar, Greed can be seen out trying to fend off the zombies with hand to hand combat.]

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[And he's doing a good job, until one he hadn't taken the time to properly smash in the head of manages to grab his shoe and drag its mouth to his ankle before Greed remembers he doesn't have his shield to protect him. The need to fee doesn't start right away. He goes about smashing in more heads. His rumpled clothes are almost as bloodied as his hands. But they're not after him anymore, and as easy as that makes it for him to kill the damn things, he stops putting effort into it. He doesn't even notice when he's stopped attacking them and started hunting with them. This new need doesn't bother him, because he's always wanted everything. If you pass him in the streets, he will start turn in your direction.]

[ooc: feel free to call him Mayfield's greediest idiot, maim, injure, or kill!]

Comments

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[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Aw hell... if I have to kill ya does that mean you won't let me underage drink?

lol

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[What's this? It smells like food! Greed staggers in his direction. When he does speak, his words come out muffled and slow.]

Booze...overrated.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart gives a fighting pose.]

Don't make me rip your head off, man.

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[And now greed is laughing as he stumbles closer.]

I'll rip...yer...head...off.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Alright, gimme your best shot ya greedy bastard.

[Mart'll outstretch an arm, confident that his near invulnerability will wreck this guy's teeth.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed reels back with the punch, dragging a hand across his mouth at the numb pain. His broken teeth peel some of the rotting skin off of his arm, but he keeps that smile on his face. A perfectly timed bite during a punch could be all he needs. He waits.]

That...all?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Not by a longshot, ya undead asshole!

[Mart'll take another swing.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed's to slow to accomplish the bite he'd been planning. The next blow knocks him backwards into the street. A couple of his fingers break off as he tries to catch himself. A snarl escapes his lips as he looks between the blood dripping from his hand to Mart.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Better stop while you're ahead ya rotting shithead.

I <3 this thread!

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed laughs at this. Somewhere in the back of his head, he remembers telling this kid his name suited him.]

Want...

[He can't remember what else he was going to say. All of his effort is going into getting back to his feet.]

Re: I <3 this thread!

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

You want it huh... then have a heaping helpful of my fist!

[And he'll give another swing at Greed's face.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed practically walks into Mart's hand this time, and there is a loud crack as Greed's jaw is knocked out of place. He just stand there, staring at Mart with his mouth hanging open comically.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Not so tough now, are ya with no working mouth!

Now what're ya gonna do, drool on me?

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[While Mart is mocking him, Greed throws himself in his general direction, the urge to feed rising above even the knowledge that he can't move his jaw.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

You asked for it ya greedy bastard!

[Mart takes another swing at Greed, aiming for his face.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed practically crumpled with that hit. His nose is broken and his cheek bone seems to have caved in, but he's still alive on the ground. And left there long enough, he'll start clawing his way toward Mart.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart isn't even gonna bother. At this point he's divided between leaving the poor bastard or putting him out of his misery.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[In the back of his head, Greed know this is the worst...and he's not even going to die, not for a while. A strangled gurgle is about all her can manage.]