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@ask-rook

just here to help.

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greetings.

the people call me Rook. I suppose some of us got off on the wrong foot, so I'll get it outright and say I have no hard feelings against anyone.

I feel like this account will make things easier.

I feel the need to clarify this: I am not affiliated with Perseus, the Pantheon, nor the CIA. I am not on anyone's side.

I have my own duties to tend to. talk to you all later.

sincerely, ♜ .

OPEN RP. BEACH EVENT THING HOORAY

It had taken six hours of meticulous planning for Suki to realise that, really, there was no organising something like this- a beach trip with the amount of people she'd invited, all wildly different. So she'd sent out a date, time, and location, (and a request to only bring small weapons please, she could not handle more bloodshed than absolutely necessary) and let God do the rest.

She sat now on this beach (blissfully empty, for now) wrapped in a cardigan, waiting for the absolute chaos she had brought upon herself to begin.

Ok ok so this is an OPEN RP thingamajig. I wanted to do a summer event thing and the general population voted beach trip so here we are!! Anyone, and I mean ANYONE can join, just don't start a fight (ooc) etc etc.

Anyway yeah go crazy

Originally he wasn't supposed to show up, but then he thought "fuck it". Duckie would be there anyways, and you know what? He refused the restraining order when held in court. That must've meant something.

Later than expected, he showed up, walked past the group, and looked for him amongst all the people. He identified him, with someone else... with that creature that dared to call itself human. Thinking about it, he shouldn't be a problem. He couldn't run away.

[Rook slipped next to Medusa, slinking out of nowhere like a disgusting rat crawling in filthy subways. His disgusting, bright white grin shines out next to his tan skin, toned body looking like those steroid-pumped models off of Vogue. He tapped along his shoulder, a plan already on his bottom-feeding tongue.]

Looking at a particular Ducky of yours, darling? Need a little help getting to him? You know, that's my brother he's tangling with... I could easily get him off your sweetheart's back. Say, I'll give you a little less work to do if you help me with my sweetheart...

He wasn't even started when he heard someone behind him, his face contorting to disgust before realizing who it was. Then, it turned to an undecipherable mix of cautiousness and... Something too.

"That is your brother?" Medusa's tone dripped of condescension and bitterness, along maybe with a hint of ableism that was totally JUST directed at Bishop. Immediately he raised an eyebrow at the request, and sort of at the nickname. "I'll bite. But don't expect me to do all the dirty work." He hummed back, staring at Duckie like he was a sweet treat he was ready to shove into his mouth and penetrate with his tongue.

Yeah. That pathetic freak's my brother. Trust me, he don't deserve none of the graces he gets. I'm glad to tear those two apart and make him live the supposed independent life he desperately wants.

[Rook grimaced, clearly lamenting Bishop's existence as a burden. He was worthless in this kind of world, and Rook himself wasn't sure why he even let himself be here. He's meant to stay in that damned building every day without end, and he dared to get out here? He deserves to get his pathetic little "friendship" torn apart.]

You don't gotta do much dirty work. All you have to do is sweet talk him a little and make him feel safe-- you're good with that, if I've studied you well enough. Just lead him into the water where other people aren't. Make sure he's alone. Maybe bullshit him into thinking staying away from people in the water will keep him safe. Sound good? Shouldn't be hard with his weakness.

"I almost feel sorry for you." He mumbled under his breath, kinda truthful. Honestly he hated him simply for the fact he was getting in Duckling's head, infecting him with all these ideas to isolate him from him. They were probably talking about him just now, mocking him.

A joking grin appeared in his lips. "You've been studying me? I'm flattered. Fine, I can do that... I'll do that, but you better keep your end of the deal."

Don't worry. I keep my word.

[Rook drawled out, touching Medusa's arm gently as if to assure him he'd keep his end of the deal. A disgusting grin painted his face, excitement already building as he imagined getting Andrei all alone to play with as he wished. It'd been months since he had his hands on the man himself, and Admin could keep his needs met for only so long.]

I'll make it obvious when Duckling's alone. Just go to him whenever you see me wheeling Bishop away, yeah? He can't fight me anyway.

OPEN RP. BEACH EVENT THING HOORAY

It had taken six hours of meticulous planning for Suki to realise that, really, there was no organising something like this- a beach trip with the amount of people she'd invited, all wildly different. So she'd sent out a date, time, and location, (and a request to only bring small weapons please, she could not handle more bloodshed than absolutely necessary) and let God do the rest.

She sat now on this beach (blissfully empty, for now) wrapped in a cardigan, waiting for the absolute chaos she had brought upon herself to begin.

Ok ok so this is an OPEN RP thingamajig. I wanted to do a summer event thing and the general population voted beach trip so here we are!! Anyone, and I mean ANYONE can join, just don't start a fight (ooc) etc etc.

Anyway yeah go crazy

Originally he wasn't supposed to show up, but then he thought "fuck it". Duckie would be there anyways, and you know what? He refused the restraining order when held in court. That must've meant something.

Later than expected, he showed up, walked past the group, and looked for him amongst all the people. He identified him, with someone else... with that creature that dared to call itself human. Thinking about it, he shouldn't be a problem. He couldn't run away.

[Rook slipped next to Medusa, slinking out of nowhere like a disgusting rat crawling in filthy subways. His disgusting, bright white grin shines out next to his tan skin, toned body looking like those steroid-pumped models off of Vogue. He tapped along his shoulder, a plan already on his bottom-feeding tongue.]

Looking at a particular Ducky of yours, darling? Need a little help getting to him? You know, that's my brother he's tangling with... I could easily get him off your sweetheart's back. Say, I'll give you a little less work to do if you help me with my sweetheart...

He wasn't even started when he heard someone behind him, his face contorting to disgust before realizing who it was. Then, it turned to an undecipherable mix of cautiousness and... Something too.

"That is your brother?" Medusa's tone dripped of condescension and bitterness, along maybe with a hint of ableism that was totally JUST directed at Bishop. Immediately he raised an eyebrow at the request, and sort of at the nickname. "I'll bite. But don't expect me to do all the dirty work." He hummed back, staring at Duckie like he was a sweet treat he was ready to shove into his mouth and penetrate with his tongue.

Yeah. That pathetic freak's my brother. Trust me, he don't deserve none of the graces he gets. I'm glad to tear those two apart and make him live the supposed independent life he desperately wants.

[Rook grimaced, clearly lamenting Bishop's existence as a burden. He was worthless in this kind of world, and Rook himself wasn't sure why he even let himself be here. He's meant to stay in that damned building every day without end, and he dared to get out here? He deserves to get his pathetic little "friendship" torn apart.]

You don't gotta do much dirty work. All you have to do is sweet talk him a little and make him feel safe-- you're good with that, if I've studied you well enough. Just lead him into the water where other people aren't. Make sure he's alone. Maybe bullshit him into thinking staying away from people in the water will keep him safe. Sound good? Shouldn't be hard with his weakness.

OPEN RP. BEACH EVENT THING HOORAY

It had taken six hours of meticulous planning for Suki to realise that, really, there was no organising something like this- a beach trip with the amount of people she'd invited, all wildly different. So she'd sent out a date, time, and location, (and a request to only bring small weapons please, she could not handle more bloodshed than absolutely necessary) and let God do the rest.

She sat now on this beach (blissfully empty, for now) wrapped in a cardigan, waiting for the absolute chaos she had brought upon herself to begin.

Ok ok so this is an OPEN RP thingamajig. I wanted to do a summer event thing and the general population voted beach trip so here we are!! Anyone, and I mean ANYONE can join, just don't start a fight (ooc) etc etc.

Anyway yeah go crazy

Originally he wasn't supposed to show up, but then he thought "fuck it". Duckie would be there anyways, and you know what? He refused the restraining order when held in court. That must've meant something.

Later than expected, he showed up, walked past the group, and looked for him amongst all the people. He identified him, with someone else... with that creature that dared to call itself human. Thinking about it, he shouldn't be a problem. He couldn't run away.

[Rook slipped next to Medusa, slinking out of nowhere like a disgusting rat crawling in filthy subways. His disgusting, bright white grin shines out next to his tan skin, toned body looking like those steroid-pumped models off of Vogue. He tapped along his shoulder, a plan already on his bottom-feeding tongue.]

Looking at a particular Ducky of yours, darling? Need a little help getting to him? You know, that's my brother he's tangling with... I could easily get him off your sweetheart's back. Say, I'll give you a little less work to do if you help me with my sweetheart...

Hey, I heard from a little birdie about your... Situation. I didn't think I'd find someone like me here.

Maybe you could someone by your side? You scratch my back, and I scratch yours, you get me?

my “situation”, huh. and who was it this time? believe me, they'll always make it seem worse than it is. I'm only doing what's right, taking what I deserve.

besides, like you? what are you talking about? I doubt we're anything alike, don't bother trying to suck up to my side just for a little aid.

I'm only helping you if you decide to help me somehow, which I doubt you could.

Relax, man. I'm not here to pick a fight. Just thought that due to your "situation" you might want some assistance. A shoudler to lean on. Trust me, whatever you think I want from you, you're wrong about it.

How about this? You try to help me, and I try to help you. If it doesn't work? We part ways like nothing happened.

hm. doesn't sound like the worst plan. but I don't trust you. you can do what you want to prove yourself to me, but for now, I'm helping from an arm's length distance. I'm not your friend and you aren't my friend, not quite yet. got it, medusa? but I've got a feeling you might not be that bad...

Don't worry, chess piece. At arm's length it is. Until you eventually change your mind, obviously.

The feeling's mutual, man.

we'll see, friend. don't get too comfortable, but make sure to keep yourself of use and I'll do accordingly.

and I've got a name or two. use it.

Hey, I heard from a little birdie about your... Situation. I didn't think I'd find someone like me here.

Maybe you could someone by your side? You scratch my back, and I scratch yours, you get me?

my “situation”, huh. and who was it this time? believe me, they'll always make it seem worse than it is. I'm only doing what's right, taking what I deserve.

besides, like you? what are you talking about? I doubt we're anything alike, don't bother trying to suck up to my side just for a little aid.

I'm only helping you if you decide to help me somehow, which I doubt you could.

Relax, man. I'm not here to pick a fight. Just thought that due to your "situation" you might want some assistance. A shoudler to lean on. Trust me, whatever you think I want from you, you're wrong about it.

How about this? You try to help me, and I try to help you. If it doesn't work? We part ways like nothing happened.

hm. doesn't sound like the worst plan. but I don't trust you. you can do what you want to prove yourself to me, but for now, I'm helping from an arm's length distance. I'm not your friend and you aren't my friend, not quite yet. got it, medusa? but I've got a feeling you might not be that bad...

Hey, I heard from a little birdie about your... Situation. I didn't think I'd find someone like me here.

Maybe you could someone by your side? You scratch my back, and I scratch yours, you get me?

my “situation”, huh. and who was it this time? believe me, they'll always make it seem worse than it is. I'm only doing what's right, taking what I deserve.

besides, like you? what are you talking about? I doubt we're anything alike, don't bother trying to suck up to my side just for a little aid.

I'm only helping you if you decide to help me somehow, which I doubt you could.

#rook #bocw roleplay #cod bocw rp blog #asks #anon #:3

I'm going to become the patron saint of your demise.

watch what you say, you don't know who's life you're risking.

#rook #bocw roleplay #cod bocw rp blog #asks #anon

glad to see you again, miss castle.

suppose it isn't too late to offer you a little wine n whiskey downtown? your favorite brand, too. I'm nearby, don't worry about any travelling. it's allll "business" talk anyways, I'm sure it wouldn't bore you. now, get back to me when you can, misses.

sincerely your favorite,

♜ .

Ah. My... Favorite boy is deciding to finally take me out, hm? Sure. Why not. Not like I'll regret it, right?

Goodness, you do nothing but work work work, that's all it is with you, no? Hah. Cmon, my dear, give me a time and date...

I wouldn't call it "taking you out", but I'll certainly assure you that regrets won't be a part of the drink. and work's important, miss, I'm sure you'd understand. you only get what you deserve when you work for it. I'll by ██:00 6/██/██... just be ready and I'll swing by. amontillado sound good?

>> hello world

>> entry 1, june 10th, 19██: being silent cooped up in this hell of a place isn't fun, I've come to discover. a little pushing, observing, and I've found myself here now. you can expect updates from pawn of sovetsk here, or maybe just of things you're worried about. I'm hoping to treat this like a journal, perhaps?

>>> 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚋.

>> 6/10/██ : Sorry sir. I'll get back to it.

>>> 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

>> 6/10/██ : My name is Oleksy. Most just call me Olek—

>>> 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙.

>> 6/10/██ : Sorry. I'm Bishop. I'm a programmer down in Pawn of Sovetsk. I don't do much, but I manage a lot of the work and employees. You need anything, you ask me. I'm nice too, I suppose. I don't bite. Come say Hi.

>>> 𝙱𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕.

> ᴇɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ.

Like he said. Remain professional, Bishop. We've got our eye on you.

pawn-of-sovetsk

Don't forget to check out our— ...

Does anyone even read these posts anymore? What am I even getting paid for?

I don't get it.

wrong account, bud.

keep your thoughts to yourself and get to work.

#pawn of sovetsk

ask-americas-monster

OOC: Addressing the elefant in the room

We're all here to have fun and forget the hardships of our reality, have fun with each other and write out the characters we came to love. Fleeing into fiction for a few hours to lift our spirits. We are only people behind the blogs, people that are nothing like these characters. See, the reason for this post is a very important one. There has been an incident recently that showed me (and the people my blog is connected with) that some of the users of Tumblr seem to forget that we are not the characters we play. I get that some of you really want to go out of your way to get a conversation with these fictional characters and we're all here for that. I'm not even going to address the people that are really crossing a lot of boundaries here (you guys are a different breed, you know who I'm talking about) but I really want to remind the others of something.

This is fiction, not the reality. Any regarding topics that may be triggering some past-traumas or other mentally hurting things can easily be skipped by avoiding certain messages or blogs. We are not the fictional figures we are writing. Learn to tell fiction and reality apart.

We always welcome new people that want to join our RP and we really love every OC that you guys create. But please remember that this is not what we actually stand for. For example: I do love to write for Adler but I do not, in any way, condone his actions. We are still people behind these blogs, some of them even minors. Be mindful and respectful.

#ooc #important #!!!

OOC//

bocw roleplay accounts gang... would we fw a discord server for everyone?? just an idea from my dumbass (just to have something we could all talk in since tis a pain in the ass to communicate ooc on Tumblr💔)

it's just an idea

yeah sure

nah

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After having been exposed to the multiple ramblings by others about certain older operations there had been a decision made by the man himself. There needed to be clarifications, any type of actual explanations that would make sense. What had happened couldn't be all what he had heard.

Finding the man didn't pose as hard as most made it out to be, not for him at least. Following leads seemed to be difficult for most of them though, not his problem. Knocking wasn't something he had learned so he just went inside, no weapons. Weapons would only make this more difficult.

With his arms crossed he took a look around, mind already carefully laying out the things he could say. "Cover your tracks up a bit better, will ya? There are more dangerous people searching for you that don't have the two extra brain cells to keep their weapons at home." - @ask-jhudson

[Rook turns around from his office desk, quickly typing something to shut off the multiple monitors he was working with. He grimaces at the sudden entry, arms crossing similarly to Hudson.]

Oh, fuck off, will you? I'm sure you've known people who've done worse.

I'm covering my tracks by now. I'm not staying where I'm not prepared. ... You weren't who I was expecting anyway. Get the fuck out of here.

[He seems annoyed at best. The ease and confidence drips off of him in a way that's almost uneasy considering what everyone has been saying about him. His neutral face stays firm, head tilting to look Hudson up and down like predator on prey. His hand falls to his hip, ghosting over a holster in case it gets bloody like LAST time. He's just hoping Hudson would ignore his bruised and busted up appearance.]

#rook #bocw roleplay #cod bocw rp blog #asks #ask-jhudson

You hear a modulated voice crackle through a hidden speaker.

*whistle*

"you've made a lot of enemies haven't ya? don't worry I'm not one of them."

"I have a little...intell that you might even find interesting."

"don't worry. all you have to do is say yes. watching you pace around trying to find my speaker is- Hah! you should see your face.

"anyway, what's your answer rook?"

[Rook freezes as he's called out, looking around with gritted teeth to find a speaker, a camera, SOMETHING to rip out of the wall and scream at. His hands defiantly settle into crossed arms, a grimace on his face.]

Not my enemy, huh? That's a first.

Hand over the intel. Fine. That's my goddamn answer, fuckin'— voice in the wall.

#i might just be hallucinating. hm.#the voices are usually real.#rook #bocw roleplay #cod bocw rp blog #asks #malcom “casino” hawks

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

[Suddenly, the familiar blonde man saw his chance. He'd never get close to Bell just creeping around the crowd of people. Now, it was a perfect opportunity. The man was alone, inebriated, and no one would be looking for him. That is, well, that's what Rook thought.]

[Rook creaked the door open, watching Bell hunched over in a corner in the room. Perfect. He closed the door, fumbling to lock it. He felt a small click, and believed he'd locked it. Little did he know, he absolutely didn't. He came inside the room, a grin painting his face.]

Andrei... It's been a while, my love. Does your head hurt? I know how I could help with that one...

Rook?!

Bell suddenly stood up straight, staring at his past abuser. He thought he'd let go of him. He thought he was free, that it was over. How did he get here? WHY was he here? Bell felt sick to his stomach, and he felt for a knife at his sides. He suddenly remembered how he left it on a table somewhere with Adler during a friendly conversation. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Not again.

Please, no, wait. We can talk about this, Rook, Adam, no.

He just wanted to come over, Woods asked and he was all too happy to go out for once. Zombies were getting annoying by now anyways. But this? He saw it from afar, didn't think much until he realized which bitch that was. The final straw and it showed as he grabbed Rook by the neck just to land a full blown punch with his knuckles straight into the man's face. It cracked, probably either his knuckles or the man's nose, he didn't care either way. "Fucking hell! Piece of shit got too comfortable, huh?!" The others might have promised to stay civil, he didn't.

[Rook damn near shrieked as his nose got crushed in, blood already spilling as he got dragged off of the poor Bell still in the corner damn near crying. He tries to shove Weaver off, falling back onto his ass as he grits his teeth and glares at the Russian man, wiping blood away.]

You... little BITCH! I'm not "too comfortable" I'm simple taking what's MINE.

Rolling his eyes he pushed the bottle into Bell's hands, his gaze focused on Rook. "Oh shut the fuck up, will ya? The fuck you mean yours? He's not a fucking possession ya twat." He grabbed him by the collar, pulling the bitch back up to his feet. "Bla bla bla now will ya put up a fight now instead of whining like the god damn cunt ya are? I'm not drunk enough for your screeching banshee voice."

Shut the FUCK UP!! He's MINE, and he KNOWS IT HIMSELF!

[Rook stumbled as he was pulled onto his feet. He swung a fist originally aimed at Weaver's face, missing and slamming his knuckles into his neck instead. His blood stained the front of his face, gruesomely staining his face quickly. He seems disoriented, his usual decent fighting impaired by the dizziness in his head. He was struggling to coordinate his feet already, much less his fists.]

Grunting he bared the pain of the punch, one eye narrowing as he grabbed the man's wrist. "That's all? For someone with demands like these I thought you'd be a challenge...you're not." With his other fist he landed a punch to the side of Rooks head. He was annoyed, angry even. Abuse while he was there? No.

[Rook grunted with the next collision to his head, gritting his teeth again to finally rub two braincells together and make a move that might actually assist his poor attempt at a fight. He grabbed Weaver, driving his knee into his gut at an attempt to actually harm the man. It might be fighting dirty, but he's just trying to win.]

You're picking a fight with the wrong person, you CUNT...!

Of course it hurt, of course he grunted and accepted that knee in his stomach. But this wasn't about his pain and he, luckily, had enough alcohol in his system to ignore it for now. He fought fucking zombies on a daily basis, this was just one guy. Grabbing the guy by the shirt he looked up, spitting blood right against his chest. "Oh that's the best you've got? Wow wow wow...you're nothing, filthy abuser, filthy, pathetic, unloved and unwanted. Is that why you so desperately seek love from others? Why you force your dirty dick into others??? Piece of shit, man whore, useless whore." Oh, this was on and he was ready to end it in the dirtiest way possible.

[Rook stood there, staring at Weaver as something hit a little too deep inside that wretched, dying heart of his. It hurt. He hadn't felt this kind of hurt in a while. At least with the rejection of Perseus he could hide behind a pseudonym, not actually be told his deepest insecurities straight to his face while having the shit beat out of him. Pain fueled into anger to cope, but he knew internally what Weaver said was truer than anything Rook could ever murmur to himself. A filthy, pathetic, unloved, unwanted attention seeker, forcing his shit on other people because he never deserved more.]

[But pain turns to anger, and anger turns to violence. He grits his teeth and swings another punch at Weaver, shoving the Russian off of himself with nothing but fury in his cold, inhuman gaze.]

Fuck. You. YOU don't have ANY RIGHT to say that to me, you broken piece of USELESS GARBAGE! Can't be calling me shit when YOU'RE A BROKEN TOOL!

"Broken? No, I'm tired." Catching himself with his hands on the table behind him he shrugged, eye staring at the abuser right in front of him. Hate? No, hate was way too peaceful for what he was feeling for this man. Abuse was bad, he hated it, had been through shit himself, but this was way out of what he could tolerate. "Oh? Touched a no-no subject, did I? God, you're so fucking pathetic. So weak, so hopeless, just another piece of shit on the sidewalk. You've been born as nothing, lived as less and will die as a hated tumor. Nothing, you are nothing." With that his hand shot forward, a well placed punch to the throat of Rook. "And your voice fucking annoys me." What could be worse than a lethal agent like him? Right, a tired man who's usually hunting down the undead.

Shut UP!

[Rook hated every word coming out of Weaver's mouth, it stung worse than the last as his entire being got read to oblivion like a best-selling book. He choked on the punch landing on his throat, deciding that to choke was the only option left for the other Russian man. He flung himself towards Weaver, a stupid decision, and wrapped his hands around his throat. He squeezed as tight as he could, panting through his gritted teeth.]

You don't KNOW ME. You're talking outta your ass and speaking nothing but LIES in the process. I'm more than what you could ever cry and whine about, I'm more than YOU ever will ever be. People ADORE me, they'd WEEP to be at MY feet! You're just another piece of filth trying to take my destined place at the throne of the goddamn Earth. You will rot below me, you wretched cyclops. You will shut up if you goddamn know what's RIGHT FOR YOU!

He couldn't stop him from practically tackling him to the ground, a strangled grunt escaping him as he gathered himself. Tipsy, only tipsy, not too drunk. And the worst part? He was sobering up. Grabbing the man's wrists he squeezed them, hard, slowly prying them off his throat. "As far as I can see? The lil guy hates you! Not even Perseus wanted you! How do I know shit like that, huh? Riiiiight, knowledge is key bitch." And with that he ripped Rooks arms down, headbutting him just as hard as he had punched his nose before.

[Rook damn near wailed at the sudden headbutt, agony searing through nerves like epidemics weaving through social networks. It was starting to get too much, the old man overpowering Rook with both words and fists, beating him down in multiple ways. Despite being having no realistic chance of any success, he tries to continue fighting back by attempting to punch Weaver in the face with his slightly freed arms. Which... is probably a horrible decision, really. Rook isn't winning by ANY means.]

Shut the fuck UP! You know NOTHING, you CUNT!

#ooc// amen to that one brother

Bell had gotten a headache from the noise, and the people crowding in on him suddenly felt suffocating. He remembered his sudden disdain for crowds as he decided to huddle himself on an off-room. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and the sudden amount of glasses he drank became clear to him. He leaned against the wall inside the room, back to the door, not realizing he forgot to lock the door.

Fuck...

[Suddenly, the familiar blonde man saw his chance. He'd never get close to Bell just creeping around the crowd of people. Now, it was a perfect opportunity. The man was alone, inebriated, and no one would be looking for him. That is, well, that's what Rook thought.]

[Rook creaked the door open, watching Bell hunched over in a corner in the room. Perfect. He closed the door, fumbling to lock it. He felt a small click, and believed he'd locked it. Little did he know, he absolutely didn't. He came inside the room, a grin painting his face.]

Andrei... It's been a while, my love. Does your head hurt? I know how I could help with that one...

Rook?!

Bell suddenly stood up straight, staring at his past abuser. He thought he'd let go of him. He thought he was free, that it was over. How did he get here? WHY was he here? Bell felt sick to his stomach, and he felt for a knife at his sides. He suddenly remembered how he left it on a table somewhere with Adler during a friendly conversation. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Not again.

Please, no, wait. We can talk about this, Rook, Adam, no.

He just wanted to come over, Woods asked and he was all too happy to go out for once. Zombies were getting annoying by now anyways. But this? He saw it from afar, didn't think much until he realized which bitch that was. The final straw and it showed as he grabbed Rook by the neck just to land a full blown punch with his knuckles straight into the man's face. It cracked, probably either his knuckles or the man's nose, he didn't care either way. "Fucking hell! Piece of shit got too comfortable, huh?!" The others might have promised to stay civil, he didn't.

[Rook damn near shrieked as his nose got crushed in, blood already spilling as he got dragged off of the poor Bell still in the corner damn near crying. He tries to shove Weaver off, falling back onto his ass as he grits his teeth and glares at the Russian man, wiping blood away.]

You... little BITCH! I'm not "too comfortable" I'm simple taking what's MINE.

Rolling his eyes he pushed the bottle into Bell's hands, his gaze focused on Rook. "Oh shut the fuck up, will ya? The fuck you mean yours? He's not a fucking possession ya twat." He grabbed him by the collar, pulling the bitch back up to his feet. "Bla bla bla now will ya put up a fight now instead of whining like the god damn cunt ya are? I'm not drunk enough for your screeching banshee voice."

Shut the FUCK UP!! He's MINE, and he KNOWS IT HIMSELF!

[Rook stumbled as he was pulled onto his feet. He swung a fist originally aimed at Weaver's face, missing and slamming his knuckles into his neck instead. His blood stained the front of his face, gruesomely staining his face quickly. He seems disoriented, his usual decent fighting impaired by the dizziness in his head. He was struggling to coordinate his feet already, much less his fists.]

Grunting he bared the pain of the punch, one eye narrowing as he grabbed the man's wrist. "That's all? For someone with demands like these I thought you'd be a challenge...you're not." With his other fist he landed a punch to the side of Rooks head. He was annoyed, angry even. Abuse while he was there? No.

[Rook grunted with the next collision to his head, gritting his teeth again to finally rub two braincells together and make a move that might actually assist his poor attempt at a fight. He grabbed Weaver, driving his knee into his gut at an attempt to actually harm the man. It might be fighting dirty, but he's just trying to win.]

You're picking a fight with the wrong person, you CUNT...!

Of course it hurt, of course he grunted and accepted that knee in his stomach. But this wasn't about his pain and he, luckily, had enough alcohol in his system to ignore it for now. He fought fucking zombies on a daily basis, this was just one guy. Grabbing the guy by the shirt he looked up, spitting blood right against his chest. "Oh that's the best you've got? Wow wow wow...you're nothing, filthy abuser, filthy, pathetic, unloved and unwanted. Is that why you so desperately seek love from others? Why you force your dirty dick into others??? Piece of shit, man whore, useless whore." Oh, this was on and he was ready to end it in the dirtiest way possible.

[Rook stood there, staring at Weaver as something hit a little too deep inside that wretched, dying heart of his. It hurt. He hadn't felt this kind of hurt in a while. At least with the rejection of Perseus he could hide behind a pseudonym, not actually be told his deepest insecurities straight to his face while having the shit beat out of him. Pain fueled into anger to cope, but he knew internally what Weaver said was truer than anything Rook could ever murmur to himself. A filthy, pathetic, unloved, unwanted attention seeker, forcing his shit on other people because he never deserved more.]

[But pain turns to anger, and anger turns to violence. He grits his teeth and swings another punch at Weaver, shoving the Russian off of himself with nothing but fury in his cold, inhuman gaze.]

Fuck. You. YOU don't have ANY RIGHT to say that to me, you broken piece of USELESS GARBAGE! Can't be calling me shit when YOU'RE A BROKEN TOOL!

"Broken? No, I'm tired." Catching himself with his hands on the table behind him he shrugged, eye staring at the abuser right in front of him. Hate? No, hate was way too peaceful for what he was feeling for this man. Abuse was bad, he hated it, had been through shit himself, but this was way out of what he could tolerate. "Oh? Touched a no-no subject, did I? God, you're so fucking pathetic. So weak, so hopeless, just another piece of shit on the sidewalk. You've been born as nothing, lived as less and will die as a hated tumor. Nothing, you are nothing." With that his hand shot forward, a well placed punch to the throat of Rook. "And your voice fucking annoys me." What could be worse than a lethal agent like him? Right, a tired man who's usually hunting down the undead.

Shut UP!

[Rook hated every word coming out of Weaver's mouth, it stung worse than the last as his entire being got read to oblivion like a best-selling book. He choked on the punch landing on his throat, deciding that to choke was the only option left for the other Russian man. He flung himself towards Weaver, a stupid decision, and wrapped his hands around his throat. He squeezed as tight as he could, panting through his gritted teeth.]

You don't KNOW ME. You're talking outta your ass and speaking nothing but LIES in the process. I'm more than what you could ever cry and whine about, I'm more than YOU ever will ever be. People ADORE me, they'd WEEP to be at MY feet! You're just another piece of filth trying to take my destined place at the throne of the goddamn Earth. You will rot below me, you wretched cyclops. You will shut up if you goddamn know what's RIGHT FOR YOU!

#ooc// egotistical cunt

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