2014.01.13:Smitty Werbenjagermanjenson
| Smitty Werbenjagermanjenson | |
|---|---|
| Turns out he was number 1. On the list. | |
| IC Date | January 13, 2014 |
| IC Time | 8:00 P.M. |
| Players | Velok (Storyteller) and Axel and Mimi |
| Location | F. Str. McDonalds, Prospect, CA |
| Prp/Tp | And So It Begins |
| Spheres | Mage and Shifter |
Log
(Enter Axel and Velok)
Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen. A man who should be killed on principle alone, so it was absolutely no surprise at all when the whispers came through the ranks. Rapist. Pedophile. Disease Ridden Degenerate. The man would put Pedobear to shame from the whispers about him. Turns out his latest mission was something far more sinister. Word is, he recently discovered he'd contracted a disease, and he was making it his life's mission to spread it as much as possible. It was no wonder then when the contract came out. Several thousands to prove Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen was no longer number 1. The contract had already been upped twice by the time Axel would have come across it. Apparently Smitty isn't the easiest man to to catch. The 'Alive' portion of the contract was nixed as well, the holder apparently much more interested in the dead part. There is also a caveat. The contact wants proof of death. Any way will do, though there's a small bonus offered for a special body part. The body part that Smitty values above all else. The dick, is what I'm getting at. For Velok, there is no contract involved, just the whispers. For him it's a more moral reason why he's on the hunt. And a hunt it is. Finding Smitty was the easiest part. Check the local parks, the local playgrounds, get a picture and match it up and you'll see him. The elementary school was the creepiest, apparently Smitty had a favorite tree. Following him was the hardest. The man had no schedule, no plan. It seems he was a man entirely guided by conscious and desires. All it does mean is that the plan can't be perfect, and when Smitty went into the 215 one night to stare at Tit's........tits.......that's where Velok picked up on him. Following him from that point was much more difficult, watching him winding from street to street, a hunter of women being hunted by far scarier things in the dark.
Oh Smitty... poor, poor Smitty. He's most certainly the scum of the earth the worst dregs that were ever scraped from the bottom of the barrel. But why does he has a certain angry Ratkin after him? Cause of all these horrible unforgiveable acts? Because of his sheer vile nature and his desire to spread suffer across the world? For the black mark he leaves upon society by simply being there? Nope. Is it the money? Nope. Axel needed him a target for his lastest gift he learned and ol' Smitty here... well he pissed him off. There is a type of man that gives up trying to behave in the norms of society thinking them above it all or perhaps below it either way he was far too much of a badass for that. So when Axel was enjoying himself a nice beer trying to block out the feeling of the crowd pressing in on him, knocking over said beer was a BAD idea. The odd part is... Smitty can't seem to -see- Axel which to Velok's keen perception might seem a bit off. The shadows seem to warp and bend pulling the figure into them keeping him from the light. The darkness hiding him from view of the number one bad guy around. As he follows along his hand slips into his jacket and draws the wicked looking blade from within there. He just holds it while he walks keeping pace just a little ways back as he goes.
Smitty. Oh poor Smitty. Little does he know that tonight he's going to lose what's most precious to him. Following him is just gross. He moves with no seeming plan or strategy, pausing to stare across the street at one point, breaking out into a full run at another. It's actually incredibly annoying, but it makes stopping him ridiculously hard. Of course, one COULD just stop him and shiv him easily. Hell that might even be preferred, but there's always just too many people around. The closest any of them come is when Smitty sits down at a park bench, and spreads his trenchcoat. When the hell did he lose his pants? Poor Smitty just sits there masturbating on the bench, eyeing certain people that come along, covering up when any get closer, but that hand is moving, that fabric is poking up to make it very clear to anyone watching. Velok is dressed in his killin' clothes. Dark blue hoodie pulled up tight, tube strapped to his back. The man is following along after Smitty, though his focus is much more on keeping himself hidden and unobserved by the target. While typically he'd also go unnoticed by the crowd of normals, it would be a lower difficulty for anyone looking to spot him. Can't hide from everyone. It's a popular contract though, so it would be easy to confuse Velok as just another guy looking to make a quick buck. When Smitty moves into the park is when Velok finally notices the odd behavior of Axel. It just doesn't...feel right, what the ratkin is doing, the way the light reflects away. It's subtle, very subtle, but Velok notes it and moves on. Hey, maybe Smitty has a friend. Velok takes the time during the park to hide behind a tree, casually observing Smitty witout being too close, otherwise waiting for the man to move to a less crowded place.
Now... now Axel is getting BORED waiting for Smitty to get his ass some place that is stabbing friendly. He doesn't want to tear the viel over a grudge... a little rip, eh, that's not so bad in the long run. The waiting for him to get done yanking it... now THAT is getting a bit awkward. He rubs his eyes a time or two while trying to pretend that isn't happening. If he's a friend he's a bad one, but then again how in the hell with a man like this have a GOOD friend. The ratkin frowns while he waits a foot tapping along. Then he gets an idea, an awful idea. The Ratkin gets a wonderful, awful idea. The grin on his lips spreads out and he moves over to a close tree and tugs out a pocket knife which will be rather odd considering he's got the other blade in his hand. With the pocket knife he starts to slowly slice into the tree. They are long slow strokes of it to let that faint cutting sound be heard. Oh he thinks this is damn hilarious as he knows better then to gank him in the middle of the park, that doesn't mean he isn't going to -screw- with Smitty. He shifts on his feet not yet having shifted he wont pull that move off until they're all alone he's not dumb enough to walk around the city like that after all. He hasn't quite seemed to pick up on Velok trailing after the same target, Axel seems to be a bit focused about it all while moving along.
No Smitty. Bad. Stop it. But stop it Smitty does not. To anyone looking at the wrong time, anyone stalking poor Smitty, they'd see that trenchcoat opened. Smitty's naked. The sight alone could make angels cry and children gouge their eyes out, but Smitty is apparently experienced in this public debauchery. It's not long before someone following can realise exactly /why/ Smitty hasn't been caught yet. He's relatively smart. He always hides perfectly whenever people come close. "Ooooo, yea, look at that ass. God if only she was 14." He can be heard saying. Creep. He seems to be going at it pretty well until he hears those scraping noises. He stops and starts staring around, randomly. There's a bit of fear in his eyes before he looks back to what he was doing, continuing. Then there it is again. Scrape, Scrape, Scratch. "Is anyone there?" Smitty says as both his hands are above the waist now, trenchcoat covering up again. Smitty stands and /stares/ around, clearly freaked out. "Fucking god damned squirrels." Smitty says as he turns to start walking away. Velok doesn't at all like the peep show he's getting. For a man that spends his nights watching girls get naked, this isn't very appealing. Oh and he works at the 215 with strippers too. Hey-O. "Yes, I get it. Thank you. Well I'm not going to do it NOW am I?" He starts to talk to himself. When Smitty looks around he ducks behind the tree, keeping his hood up. His own eyes follow around looking for the source of the noise, and he finds Axel. Those blue eyes narrow and he watches the man carefully. "He better not fuck up my kill." Velok whispers to himself, looking back at Smitty. Smitty's on the move again. This time Smitty's approach is more eagered, in a hurry, apparently wanting to get some place to finish his public debauchery. He takes a note to bump into various women in just the right way to casually suggest there's nothing under that trenchcoat. The life of a stalker is never that entertaining, but it seems here is the end of the adventure Smitty is taking. Smitty arrives at a McDonalds in a rather dim lit area of the city. It's a pretty shitty looking McDonalds, the only notable aspect of it is that there's an indoor playpen for kids, and there are several children in it. The problem is right next to the Mcdonalds is an alley, mostly darkened but lit up in one section by the light from the windowed playpen. It's clear now that this is Smitty's favorite place as he finds a spot in the Alley that's perfect, staring through the windows. A high wall opposes the Mcdonalds to form the alley, with various trees next to it tall enough to be climbed and allow for a view into the alley. The wall being the only thing seperating this Mcdonalds from a small park. Smitty resumes his masturbation as he watches the children. Oh this guy HAS to die. Velok takes up a position further down the alley behind the wall, climbing a tree. It's dark enough so that he's difficult to see by Smitty, but the positioning makes it only that much easier for Axel to see him, Velok having followed Smitty as well. There are numerous children playing within the McDonalds and staff wandering about, apparently a birthday party for 'Billy' is being thrown. The kill can still happen, and might. The only possible places of concern are either enterence to the alley, a door to the kitchens of the Mcdonalds, and the windows revealing the playpen and the kids inside.
Axel has to restrain himself from snickering. It's hilarious really, ol' Smitty gets real nearvous about the scratching and that seems to just tickle the ratkin in that wonderful place. But it is either this... or watch Smitty have himself a good time and -that- option is God awful. When they're finally on the move again the knife gets tucked back into his pocket and the man is wandering after the target. The more he watches this man the more he wants to -kill- him. He was pissed before but if you follow someone home and find a wonderful father and husband... makes it hard to kill them. When they go and jack off in the park? Well that choice becomes MUCH easier! On the move again they go and Axel keeps that easy pace as they wander along he seems to do his best to try and blend in with the crowd though the shadows never seem to leave him keeping him tucked away almost as if they have a mind of their own. Or perhaps they just decided that the strange man is their new best friend! Also possible. Shadows are totally fickle like that. But then they're going to McDonalds... and Axe has to stop and look up at the lastest promotion the banner no doubt torn and ragged, but... two quarter pounders for four bucks. Gotta do this kill quick and cash in on that! Rolling his wrist for a moment he spins that wicked looking blade before peering down the alley setting his sights on soon to be the late Werbenjagermanjensen, Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen. It's a sort of threat. Anyway! He takes a few steps in those shadows still clinging to him quite intent to finishing it there and now... before he spots the weirdo in the hoodie! Because yes, it's not the dude in the fatigue jacket with the fucking dagger that's weird. It's the guy with the hoodie and messanger tube on his back. Clearly.
Two quarter pounders for four bucks? PRP over. Velok would totally get in on that shit...until he remembers what he was doing there in the first place. Right, jerking off guy. Got it. He's perched on the tree able to overlook the alley, and his hand presses into his pocket. Out comes the pen, that evil pen, but it doesn't get turned into a bow yet. He looks like he's preparing, until his eyes fall on Axel. It's that guy again. He seems to momentarily forget what he's doing. Velok's legs dangle over the side of the branch and he sits down, staring over at Axel. Velok's mouth opens and he lip synch's. 'Who are you? What are you doing here? Get out of here.' The hood is still up, so it'd take a careful observer actually looking at Velok, but Axel can see it. Things aren't going great for Smitty. The little boys and girls in the playpen seem to have the man's attention fully, which means when that one employee glances over. That one person looks down into the alley, sees Smitty, and turns to rush away. Smitty doesn't notice as the phone is picked up, the number dialed. Police might be on the way soon.
Quarter pounders shall be secured after the killing. But then there is the dude up a tree and he frowns a bit toward him, ah, the joys of being a ratkin. The dark holds no secrets from him though he does have to squint a bit at the distance. He doesn't even attempt to answer those questions. Who he is? Why he's a man with a dagger. Why he's here? ... he's a MAN with a DAGGER. That's just a stupid question! But that last one, oh he totally answers that! He makes a bit of a face looks around a moment then back at Velok and mouths 'NO!' He even does that little arm jerk that should come with a foot stomp... but he -doesn't- do the foot stomp, cause, you know, sneaky. But while they are having this 'conversation' it seems like time continues to spin on. Smitty continues to spin off. And someone is calling the cops! Smartish move, the cops. But that just makes it harder for the killing to begin when they actually get to it. Axe catches sight of a door perhaps, opening, closing, doing door things and a person vanishing. Hmmmm, that could be a problem. He doesn't want it to be a problem he wants to gut Smitty, stash him in the dumpster with all the old meat and get him some burgers! But that doesn't seem like it's going to play out according to plan...
(New Scene Pose and Enter Mimi disguised as Big Al)
Since Mimi was following Velok, she would have seen quite a lot. She also was apparently super super sneaky about it because neither Axel or Velok or Smitty saw her. Oh yes. Smitty. Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen is the focus of today's events. Smitty is dressed in a trenchcoat and nothing else, cleverly hidden. The group moved down streets and Smitty was running, then walking, bumping, and difficult to follow, but the group succeeded. Smitty then spent some time in the park, openly masturbating on a park bench while Velok and Axel hid near trees. Axel was scaring the shit out of Smitty by carving up wood loudly, while Smitty was jackin' up wood. Also loudly. Finally the group made it to an F Street Mcdonalds. The scene as such. There's a large Mcdonalds with a big indoor playpen. Inside, there is a party going on for a little feller named Billy, and Smitty has taken up position inside the alley, able to look through the large windows and stare at the kids. Obviously, he's still jackin' it yackity yack. Smitty would put Pedobear to shame. The other side of the alley is formed by a large wall, and on the otherside of the wall is a small park with some trees. Velok has found himself perched on a branch, tall enough up so he can look into the alleyway and keep an eye on Smitty, though he's staring at Axel. Axel is standing near the enterence of the alleyway staring back at Velok. And go.
Well, to be fair, Mimi -is- super sneaky, it helps when you know, you don't have a scent and more, when it takes no more than an act of will and a smidge of coyote goodness to make luck stand up and obey. Or you know, look the other way. Sides, the city is full of people. Maybe the blonde from three streets back had looked too much and that was probably just a no good stray rummaging in the dumpster at the park and really, a fat man's gotta eat. And Al has the look of a man who could make ten dollars go a long way with the dollar menu. Hadn't they gone past the rear end of a Home Depot at some point? or were they paying that much attention whilst trailing Mister Pervs-a-lot? Things got dicey when, Project Protect became Project Pervs on everything and for the first time in this, how best to blend into the surroundings, Mimi's roll is not a passive one. Enter Al. He waddles, he rubs his gut, a lot and occasionally reaches down to do some adjusting and he spits on that nice sidewalk and sometimes? A little bit of that spittle gets caught in his beard and? This time? He's rounding the corner to head down that alley with an easy shuffling gait.
Axel just stares back at Velok a bit more, his lips set into a frown as he does. The man is... well he doesn't -seem- to be very bright running around with that wicked looking dagger in his hand. Then again Velok seems to have been the only one that has spotted him while the shadows cling to him like a cloak. No doubt Mimi's keen vision will cut through the effect as well. Poor Smitty on the other hand, he's not having so much luck. A shake of the head and Axe starts to wander down the alley making his way toward the targer in question. He doens't know what Velok is up to in his tree but for his part he's here to kill him some pervert and that's just going to happen dammit! He followed the bastard all over the city it's not going to end now with a fizzle. His wrist flicks the Pain Dagger up coming further down the alley he does his best to step quietly he has some practice at this even if it's not always his choice action. But then there is the sound of the shuffling behind him and the man looks back and blinks a couple times. Dammit now this is happening! The Blade Slave is almost spitting one can see his hackles up... well if one can SEE his hackles considering it's just the tiny hair on the back of his neck like this and he's covered in shadows. Maybe this guy wont pay too much attention to ol' Smitty getting a few bits sliced from himself. Axel can't seem to decide as he keeps to the side of the alley watching the pair.
It's an interesting night, to say the least. There's a man in a tree overlooking the alley, another man at the end of an alley, and a different man at the other end of the alley? Smitty is /fucked/ (and not by the kiddies he wishes). Velok's eyes stay focused on Axel as he dangles on the branch, but the spit on the sidewalk draws his attention. His body twists and those blue eyes stare down at Big Al, eyebrow raise. "Fucking Civilians" he whispers quietly to himself. Velok scoots over on the tree and clutches to the branch, slowly lifting himself up to stand on the branch, overlooking the entire scene. "Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't fucking look down." the quietest whispers against the air. Velok scoots along down the branch, getting closer and closer to the wall. With one careful step he steps onto the wall of the alley, looking down the 8 feet. He's on Big Al's side of the alleyway, standing there. "Oh fuck, oh Susie. Nngh!" Smitty moans out in his perverted climax, soiling that trenchcoat he's wearing. His legs stretch out and he collapses awkwardly on the piles of boxes and packing crates he decided to masturbate on. Finally his eyes open and his trance is broken, and Smitty looks around. He sees Axel first and his eyes widen, pulling his trenchcoat over his body. "Get the fuck out of here!" Smitty calls out, turning his body to look to the other end of the alley. He rises and turns to start walking, then sees Big Al. He pauses and freaks, turning his head back and forth. Ok, only one escape route left. Smitty turns to look at the wall and prepares to jump up and try and climb it...then seeing the man standing on the wall midway through, watching Smitty. "What the fuck!"
"Aww, shit man, it's a'ight!" Al replies, a fat tongue slithering out to lick at his beard. There were crumbs. Almost absently his free hand scritched at his broad chest, broken nails pulling against the stretched fabric. He's a broad bastard, Al. Velok has the most unfortunate view of Al. That shirt doesn't come down entirely to meet with the top of his pants and while that belt cinches in tight against his gut, from above it's still easy to see the crack of his arse and it's not pretty. It's pastey white and hairy to boot. It's also not the kind of image that's easy to get out of one's head. "Heeeey, you got a dollar man? I could use a dollar. And a drank and a place t'fuckin' take a piss, actually. Hey you gotta dollar, man?" Al slurs it along, ambling closer; though his attention 'appears' to be focused on some of those discarded crates and at a glance, it looks like he could well be about to take a piss.
Awwwww, Smitty saw him. Axel is unhappy by this turn of events. Letting the shadows slip from him they fall like a cloak pooling on the ground and slipping back to where they hide. Tilting his head first to one side then the other he pops his neck letting out a low sound, ahhhh, relaxed. "Oh buddy, I ain't going anywhere just yet." He holds his blade up before him, running his thumb along the flat of it as he thinks, "I gotta this bit of business to take care of... then the two for four deal that this place is having, sounds like a perfect way to end the night." He chimes in with a grin cutting back across his features once more. Axel looks back over to Al when he comes shuffling down the alley really it's not much of a choice. The psycho with the knife or the slob that looks like he's going to start chewing on him. Smitty isn't having a good night. But then Axel looks up toward Velok seeming to be dismissing Al as just a random civilian. "You mind if I stab him now? I think I'm going to stab him." He says with a dark light laugh escaping his lips... alright he's enjoying this a -bit- too much. Then again you follow the pervert around all night and not be happy when you finally get to end his miserable little existance!
Al talks and Velok...well he doesn't vomit. But when his eyes turn to stare at the possible trucker he shudders. Ugh. Unfortunately it's reached the point where Al is TOO gross. TOO ugly, and Velok can't. look. away. It's like watching a car crash or an airplane explode. It's horrible and terrible and shocking and disgusting and then you rewind to watch it again. He doesn't answer Al, hoping that through the power of ignoring the fat fatty will go away, even if Smitty does. Thankfully the bond is broken and Velok gets a perfectly reasonable excuse to stop staring, looking back at Axel. He's never met the man in his life, and yet when he's directly asked a question, he can't help but ponder it. Velok visably shudders, wincing lightly. It's clear now Axel is here for the same reasons he is, but Al's not, and it's not clean. Not pretty. Velok makes a special note to stomp on Smitty's fingers when the man actually manages to cling to the wall for a second. Velok reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver coin, a Drachma, holding it in his hand. Several words are mumbled towards the coin, Velok then flipping it into the air. He catches it and stares down at Smitty. "May fate be kind." Velok whispers and opens his hand. Heads. While the man looks torn, Axel gets just one response. Just one motion from Velok to answer his question. He gets a nod. "You fucking perverts!" Smitty calls out as he looks between Al, Axel, and Velok. Because in Smitty's world, what he did is totally cool, but people watching him? Ew. He turns to address Al, waving his hand around. "Do I look like I have money? Fuck off Tubby." He glances back to Axel with horror in his eyes, confusion, and then he leaps up. Those fingers catch on the wall and then get stomped on by Velok. "OW! FUCK." The man yells, spinning in circles. Rushing Axel looks bad, the fat man doesn't, and so Smitty starts to raise his hands up and back away backwards towards Big Al, staring at Axel. "Please man...I gotta wife...and kids..." Clearly he doesn't, Smitty's not that great at lying, but he does have one weapon. That trenchcoat now faces Axel, and flashes open when he backs up. Axel gets a full face of that ugly man.
"Yeah," Fatty replies, "But you aint got a dollar and that was all I asked for, wasn't it?" Al drawls, spitting off to the side. He's remarkably mellow, for someone who appears to be prepared to watch someone else get slaughtered and of course, there was that bloke with the knife but at least, you know, Project Protection was on the roof top rather than out being stalked by a crazy bitch. Wasn't life grand? It's when Smitty flashes Axel that Al eases forward and damned if he isn't a lot quicker than he appears, because those chubby little legs of his eat up the strides so that when Smitty's hands are hooked against his trenchcoat to hold it open? Al's own thick limbs ease out beneath the other man's armpits and curl up, intent on forcing his arms up and throwing off his balance while Al's own hands aim to join against the back of Smitty's neck.
Axel tilts his head and -stares- at the coin... Velok might want to make sure he still has taht by the time this is over because the way he eyes the shiney thing is almost hungrily. But then he has to force his attention back to the world around him, pilfer shiney objects from the man in the sky later, he's got a pervert to handle. His attention flicks back to Smitty as the man starts to please like that a harsh 'HA' comes from Axe as he continues to walk forward, "Right. I'm sure there are kids, that's kind the problem, bud. As for wife... eh, doubt it." Around little roll of the wrist spins the blade as he continues to walk forward. Axel had fully intended to kill the man but he prefers to know where the others stood. He didn't want to go stabbing him and find Velok jumping him from above after all! Then he gets hit with Smitty's special attack! He tosses up a hand, "GAH! Fuck is WRONG with you! You could at least wear some fucking boxers or something." He chimes back before hearing the motion more then anything else. No doubt Smitty wont stay quiet about being grabbed. He looks up to Al for a moment and blinks a couple times before grinning, "You good people." He tells the other man before narrowing his eyes as he watches Smitty, "You brought this on yourself, pervert." The man can -move- when he wants to. In damn near a flash Axe darts in range while Big Al is forcing him into that full nelson keeping him from moving. In a blink that blade slashes up his body gutting him like a damn fish, after all he'd hate to stab him and hit Al so gutting it is!
And Smitty is captured! With three targets near him he only got to keep his eyes on two of them, and Big Al's suppression comes as surprise. That trenchcoat falls closed as his arms are lifted up, the full Nelson completely unexpected. "I do! I swear! I'll give you anything!" Smitty struggles against the lock, but Big Al's got a full hold. He watches that knife, stares at it. Once everyone is close enough they can smell it. That stink. It's infecting, and now it's on Big Al, mixing with THAT man's stink. Gross. "Fuck you man! Fuck you!" It's over for Smitty, and faster than he can think, the blade is slashing. One Cut, Two Cut, Red Cut, Blue Cut. Blood seeps out of the wounds instantly, the cut completely easy to see through the trench coat. The blood leaks down, the cut deep, and one can easily see the peek of intestines. Smitty coughs. Stab wounds are the worst, and he tries to scream. Tries to indicate how much pain he's in. He can't fight, can't breathe, and the only sound he makes is that gurgle as the blood splatters out of his lips. As soon as it begun, it was over, Big Al holding Smitty and Axel stabbing, while Velok watches. Smitty goes limp, the wound instantly sending him into shock and he's passed out, neurons firing slower and slower as his life drains out of him. Velok doesn't actually mind not getting the kill, but those blue eyes STARE, watching every little inch. His hand twitches and palm closes slowly over the coin, shivering. He's not that high up, and now that the three have converged slightly everyone can easily hear each other. "Remember your pain, Smitty, for you will live again. Back. Back into the shadows, and return a new man. Judgement is passed." The final words cause Velok to shiver visably, as if the mere action was his own little climax. His eyes open again and he sits down on the top of the wall, looking at Smitty, then Al, then Axel. He finally smiles, and it's almost possible to SEE his complextion return, see the gaunt look on Velok's face fade away as his job is completed, albeit through an intermediary. His feet dangle off the wall, heels kicking back to the brick. What better way to celebrate than when Velok reaches into his pocket, pulling out a yellow Banana. Anyone else might flee in horror at the disgusting way Smitty bleeds onto the ground, the pitter of blood like rain, yet Velok just peels, breaking it in half and reaching out to offer one half to Al. "Banana's are good."
What in the hell? Did that fat skeezy pervert just -shit- on Al? Well, at least he had on shoes and pants and wasn't in the front when Axel got his guts because it amounted to the same sort of sickening nose burning make you go puke in the... "Excuse me." You know, Al's a stout mother-fucker and so is the soul directing that meatsuit, but that shit, hurhur, is just nasty. So in the waking of letting -go- of Smitty, Al finds himself a nice little chunk of wall to spill his own guts onto. Figuratively speaking of course or, perhaps it's safer to say in a slightly nicer manner than Smitty just had. "Goddamit, dontcho know ye aint supposed go just..that's fuckin'..." And the poor man couldn't even finish it. Eeww and there's beard for it to get stuck in, too. "Need a fuckin' shower!"
Axel wanders over to Smitty and wipes the blade off on his coat before it's slipped back under his jacket into it's sheathe. He rubs his hands together seeming quite pleased and watching Al go loose his last couple meals his nose wrinkles and he shakes his head, "Might I suggest hosing off before going to the shower? You don't want to bring -that- into the shower." Someone is TOTALLY not helping. Then you've got Velok up on the wall offering bananas... poor Al. Now that, that unpleasant business if over he brushes his hands off together and looks at Al asking, "I'm guessing you wanna pass on tossing his ass into the dumpster?" At least Axel is smart enough to stand out of what should be vomit range. Then he's looking back up at velok his eyes narrowing while he studies him that good long couple moments passing before nodding, "So. Burgers on you? Two quarter pounders for four bucks. Sounds like a good plan to me." Because the dude with the silver coin is always rich. It's nice of Axel to volunteer him for that roll... that's totally going to work. But he tries at least!
Smitty gets let go and topples down to the ground, there to lay until taken care of. Poor Smitty, fluid out of every orifice today it seems. Velok just sits there on the wall, clicking his heels back against the wall. He stares at Axel for several moments, trying to figure him out. Obviously the man is a threat, but a threat to Velok? Not yet at least. It's then that Velok's attention falls on Big Al. His blue eyes stare down at the offered Banana, then to the man puking. "It's...Oh right." he says, pulling it back and then tilting his body, extending his arm and half a banana again towards Axel. Hey, if Al doesn't want it, might as well go somewhere. The pen Velok was holding gets put back into his pocket, apparently not needed anymore. "Oh. I thought you were hungry." Velok says, looking down at his own piece of banana and the man puking, then offers the other half to Al again. Now both his arms are open, spread out as if to hug and offer the two accomplices to murder a half a banana. As payment. Velok shudders when he gets a full view of the man's beard, looking away quickly. Knifing a naked man? Yes, but pukey McBeardface? Ew. Gotta have standards. Whether Axel or Al take both the banana's, Velok hops down off the wall, one hand holding onto the top and sliding down it to take most of the force. "I could eat. You were at the park, weren't you? Were you the one making the noises?" Velok takes a few steps around Big Al and towards Smitty, reaching down to turn him over lightly. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a copper penny, wiping it down and kneeling at Smitty's side. He closes the man's eyes, pressing the penny into his mouth and closing his jaw. One last look at the victim and he's reaching to lift him up. "So what do we do about him?" Velok motions his head towards Al, lifting up Smitty and starting to move him while he stares at the vomiting trucker.
Fuck you and your bananas, Velok. Al offers an 'I am not amused' look in Velok's direction a look that is shared in equal measure with Axel. And then? Reached up to drag a calloused hand through his beard in an attempt to give it a bit of a clean. Mother fuck. That was just nasty. Nasty, nasty, nasty. "Don't look at me like I have the answers, I'm not eating that shit it'd take me a week to gnaw th---why don't you just...," wait wait wait. Another flutter of his stomach, another moment's threat of rebellion and then. Nope. He won't. What little remained in Al's stomach stayed down. "G'head on in. I'll take care of it. Dontcho worry. Just leave it to ole Al," those yellowed teeth gleamed in the dull light as he smiled but what else was there to do? "I've got just the thing to use this one for." Velok had said mauled, right? And now here was a body. The only thing that was left to do was put the right face on the screen, mauling the body and send it in to the news stations and that ought to take care of that.
Axel looks to the banana with a bit of distaste... then again he did just get flashed by Smitty and his mind goes right to the banana in the pocket jokes. A little shiver running through him and he holds up a hand, nope doesn't want anything to do with something of that shape at the moment. He's good with the burgers of just as questionable standard inside. He looks back over to the trucker for a moment when he finally gets his stomach under control, "Well, I was going to go with burn it... but don't think I could pull it off this time." He shakes his head a couple moments before looking back over to Velok, "Burgers?" Seems that is settled. A look cast over toward Big Al when he says he'll take care of it. It's probably a mix of trust and a simple disregard for it being bad as well. A shrug given and he tugs his jacket a bit straighter before his eyes flit back to the big guy, "Hey Al, gonna join us for a burger after?" He asks with a grin pulling further across his lips when he adds, "Can make sure to get you one loaded up with extra grease if you like." Oh he is just going to get his ass kicked by the burly trucker. He's amped up as it is with that rage bubbling up deep inside him it's hard to keep it under control and he just can't seem to -stand still- shifting on his feet taking little steps. One might think he's jacked up on something, well Velok might not since he was stuck with him tracking Smitty. Looking back to V he nods his head, "I was going for a Freddy Krueger thing."
Hey suit yourself. Velok starts to eat the banana offered to Al, munching on it. Al's words confuse him though, cause his eyebrows to furrow. "Why would it take you a week to eat a Banana?" He asks rather cluelessly, glancing at Axel as if that man is supposed to have the answers. Al's proposition intrigues him, and he lets Smitty go. He takes a step back, stretching his fingers out and tilting his head. Al might be doing them a favor, might be helping clean up the body, but those last words? They only cause Velok's eyes to narrow. "You've got just the thing for him...leave it to Al..." He tries, he tries so hard to think of something else, but he can't. "Being a pedophile is one thing, but are you about to fuck a corpse? I mean...Jeez man." Creepy man, creepy clothes, creepy beard, creepy teeth. Velok glances idly to Axel as he takes another step backwards, hands raised. "You know...be my guest...He's...probably still warm." Disembowling is one thing, but this suggestion just freaks Velok out. Axel is offering Al to join the burger train and Velok just shrugs, turning and walking down the Alley, past Al. "Sure, but let's take the long way around. Nice to meet you, Al." It's obvious Velok doesn't want to walk right in front of the window'd playplace where little Billy is still having his party. Let alone the cops surely on their way still. Good thing this all happened so fast. Velok gives Al another glance, but doesn't see through any possible disguise, heading towards the McDonalds the long way around.
"Yes," Al answers Velok, meeting the man's stare dead on. His expression is deadpan, perfect and for effect he even reaches down to give a little bit of adjustment to the boys there. "That is exactly what I am going to do." And he could say it with a straight face, no less. Of course, not too long after the expression cracks and a rich bass laughter echoes off the short walls of the alley. "Naw. Got me a pretty lil piece of prime waitin' on me at home." That one at least came with a wink. Of course, he was left with a body which was preferable at the moment, than say, being left with an amped up chitterbrains with a long knife. "See bout meetin' yuns inside later, iffen it aint take too long an iffen it takes too long well, who knows." That time it spit through his teeth and it was chunky. "Have a good'un, boys."
Axel looks back over to Velok and gives a shrug to him not having a clue what in the world she's talking about. Though then they're getting food and he's quite pleased. But it's where Velok's mind goes that makes his nose wrinkle up a bit more and he shudders, nope. He's done. Cash out. Taking his ball and going home. Screwing the corpse is where he draws the line it seems! Tossing his hands up in the air he calls back toward Al, "You shower before coming anywhere after playing with that thing." He chimes back toward him. Then wandering off the man doesn't seem to slow while he walks. He does look back over toward Velok while they walk though, "You paying?" He asks him with a chuckle his hands slipping into his pockets not seeming to pay attention to the fact that there is a dead body behind them. He does want to get away from it though, standing around the kill is a good way to find yourself running from cops and looking for a relative far out of town where he can lay low.
