These Iron Bars Can't Hold My Soul (Open!)
Jan 17, 2011 23:39:13 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2011 23:39:13 GMT
OOC: For those of you that follow Yazoo's RPs, you'll know that Sepheroth gave his little Brother the gift of wings. This RP takes place after that, so yes, Yazoo has wings. Don't be surprised to see him fly off. As you've seen, this thread is open, so you don't need to ask to join. Just jump in!
BIC:
A vast wasteland, stretching on as far as the eye could see. Any sign of life came from the prison nestled right in the middle, and that life was one that people tend to stay away from. Unless, of course, you're a criminal. Which, unfortunately for Yazoo, he was.
The silver haired Remnant was surrounded by a group of armed guards, who all had their guns trained on him. Their pace was steady, heading toward the prison that was rising above them like a shadow. Green eyes were narrowed into slits, flicking from guard to guard, looking for any chance of escape.
He'd been caught while visiting Midgar to continue his search for Jenova. Some of the children with the Stigma in which he had captured before had recognized him and called the authorities. The silver haired Remnant had put up quite the fight before he was taken in, easily killing off the first wave of grauds that had come at him. However, nobody can fight forever. He had been shot multiple times and bashed in the head by what he believed to be the butt of a pistol. They'd handcuffed him and taknen him in while he was unconcious.
And now, he was in the middle of nowhere,surrounded by armd men. He surely had gotten himself into quite the problem, hm?
As they had arrived at the prison, one guard shoved the prisoner into a nearby wall, pinning him there. "Put your weapon on the ground." The guard snarled, reashing down to retrieve Velvet Nightmare himself. Yazoo let a sinister smile play at his lips. "Big mistake." In a flash, he had ducked, causing his attacker to stumble forward. He kicked out, which made the guard to slam into the wall and slump over, unconcious and slowly dying.
The silver haired Remnant dropped to his knees as a bullet went through his stomach, and the other guards rushed to grab him and force him to his feet. Blood dripped from the wound to stain the sand crimson.
Long story short, nobody dared to touch Velvet Nightmare after that. Yazoo had been forced into a cell shortly after the attack and now lie on the cot, watching as his wound closed itself up. Another advantage of an increased amount of S cells. With a sigh, he removed his shirt and let his single wing extend from his right shoulder. The feathers spilled onto the cold stone floor.
Oh yes... he had plans for his current situation.
BIC:
A vast wasteland, stretching on as far as the eye could see. Any sign of life came from the prison nestled right in the middle, and that life was one that people tend to stay away from. Unless, of course, you're a criminal. Which, unfortunately for Yazoo, he was.
The silver haired Remnant was surrounded by a group of armed guards, who all had their guns trained on him. Their pace was steady, heading toward the prison that was rising above them like a shadow. Green eyes were narrowed into slits, flicking from guard to guard, looking for any chance of escape.
He'd been caught while visiting Midgar to continue his search for Jenova. Some of the children with the Stigma in which he had captured before had recognized him and called the authorities. The silver haired Remnant had put up quite the fight before he was taken in, easily killing off the first wave of grauds that had come at him. However, nobody can fight forever. He had been shot multiple times and bashed in the head by what he believed to be the butt of a pistol. They'd handcuffed him and taknen him in while he was unconcious.
And now, he was in the middle of nowhere,surrounded by armd men. He surely had gotten himself into quite the problem, hm?
As they had arrived at the prison, one guard shoved the prisoner into a nearby wall, pinning him there. "Put your weapon on the ground." The guard snarled, reashing down to retrieve Velvet Nightmare himself. Yazoo let a sinister smile play at his lips. "Big mistake." In a flash, he had ducked, causing his attacker to stumble forward. He kicked out, which made the guard to slam into the wall and slump over, unconcious and slowly dying.
The silver haired Remnant dropped to his knees as a bullet went through his stomach, and the other guards rushed to grab him and force him to his feet. Blood dripped from the wound to stain the sand crimson.
Long story short, nobody dared to touch Velvet Nightmare after that. Yazoo had been forced into a cell shortly after the attack and now lie on the cot, watching as his wound closed itself up. Another advantage of an increased amount of S cells. With a sigh, he removed his shirt and let his single wing extend from his right shoulder. The feathers spilled onto the cold stone floor.
Oh yes... he had plans for his current situation.