And then the hyena Laughs

'M Hyena. "We’re the middle children of history... No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war; our Great Depression is our lives." "You can build up a tolerance to fighting... need to move on to something bigger." "－Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brain." (--Fight Club) At the end of the day, I will be the one to laugh. [Indie RP blog. OC. Inspired by Fight Club. Not fandom specific. NSFW. Mod is 18+. Faceclaim is Jake Abel. I'm not my character; my character is not me.] [The character is likely not sane.] [Trigger Warning: This blog deals with heavy themes including but not limited to violence, insanity, mental illness, poverty, prostitution and crime in general.] *AUs are more than welcomed.

[matildacatherineholmes-deactiva]

xlaughx started following you…

“Yes?” Matilda asked, cocking an eyebrow in a mildly suspicious manner, although her tone wasn’t unpleasant toward the newcomers.

[xlaughx]

A cackle burst out of Hyena's throat, blunt, and vulgar like a crow's coarse bark. "Yes? How about no?!" he laughed, staring down the young female before him. The distrusting look in the brunette's face didn't discourage him in the slightest, one might even think he took pride in worrying his company. The homeless boy stuck his hands into his beat up jacket and grinned, "I see ya standing there. Ya standing there. I see ya, I see your eyes closing. Why is that? Is the sun too bright? Huh? Is the sun too bright for ya?" It was a blazing hot day, the sun was just as menacing as the young man's demeanor.

[xlaughx]

[XD ooc XD]

I've been intending on revamping this character for a while now, just never got around to do it. But since it's summer and I'm not in school anymore, the timing seems about right.

[kevfialas]

12/50 The Host cast photos

[soultoheart]

[xlaughx]

[XD ooc XD]

Well I haven't been on here for a good long while.

[cometee]

[xlaughx]

[XD ooc XD]

Gonna go catch some sleep now. My apology for being on and off on this account; playing Hyena is actually kinda stressing if that's a good enough excuse.

Either way, like this if I owe or if you wanna start something with the crazy boy!

[xlaughx]

conradharringtonthethird started following you

He was actually having a relatively quiet day, his mind wasn't as loud and noisy as usual, and he was able to just sit down and watch the people past. "Hello there," he called out.

[askboxmemes]

oh why not.

Blab: Three secrets I’m keeping. Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss. Similar: Three members of the same sex I find attractive. Different: Three members of the opposite sex I find attractive Pastime: Three hobbies I have that I would be embarrassed to know someone discovered. Doing: Three habits that I have. Psst: Three things that I’ve always wanted to tell you. Shh: Three things I wouldn’t want my parents to know Dream: Three wishes I have. Want: Three things I would do to you if we were alone.

[predatorybloodlust-deactivated2]

Siddharth didn’t really know what to make of the man. The cracks in his sanity were clear, but what was most troublesome to the vampire was the fact that in the other’s eyes he could truly see that he was in fact lost. He didn’t know how or in what way the man was lost, but he was in fact lost even if he was joking about it. Siddh wasn’t the hero, not at all. But some how that last trace of humanity in him was triggered. Maybe it was because he knew exactly what it was like to be lost. “How about first we go get something to eat”, he replied, trying to keep his voice as cold as he could. 

[xlaughx]

Hyena shot up his eyebrows at the man. He could detect sympathy like a shark detects blood. It was an instinct developed on the streets, that you had to hold on to whatever people had to offer you when they were still willing to offer. "Well of course, sir! I know good places to eat." None of them he could afford, of course, "Do you want me to lead the way?" He grinned, tried to be as pleasing as possible.

[keith-tarquin-deactivated201212]

He moves, dubiously toward the young bloke and brings himself to a standstill once he feels that they are within spitting distance. Resting his eyes on the other’s, he parts his lips to give him his name, “Keith.” He eyes him in a wary manner — ‘Well, aren’t you a bit insane?’ He nibbles on the inside of his lip before faltering a question, “What’s your name?”

[xlaughx]

"Keith, Keith you're a good man. I lied about praying for you though. God doesn't like us. He possibly hates us! But that's not the worst thing that could happen." He cackled again, licking the inner side of his cheek. He was crazy and ill, with all sorts of junks filling his head. "Hyena!" He yelped in response to the boy's question, "I'm Hyena."

[callieallalone-blog]

+ xlaughx +freddiesafuckinwerewolf

Hi… I’m Callie…

[xlaughx]

Hi there, Callie.

[xlaughx]

swearweareinfinite started following you

"Hey, hey you," Hyena spotted the girl from afar, ran up to her before an old beggar with wandering eyes could get to her, "What's a pretty girl like you doing here?"

[gabrielatheassassin-deactivated]

“You can call it traveling, or you can call it working, either way, I don’t stick around for long.” His interest in planes made her chuckle once again. Rarely did she meet people who were at least remotely similar to him; his reactions, his words, even his intonation was literally out of this world. Even if she didn’t really care, there was that little itch of curiosity, that healthy feeling when you simply want to know more; no questions, rather simply witnessing his behavior during the time being. “And here’s our building.” she said, motioning to it and diving to her pocket to look for the keys.

[xlaughx]

"I don't stick around for long either." He said, though not even himself knew what he meant by that. He just followed behind Claudia with a childish grin on his face, from a distance where he wouldn't lose sight of her, and she couldn't harm him if she ever changed her mind. He was literally a stray, desperate and fearful, although just as angry and easy to snap. He stopped when she stopped, looked up at the building with his head tilted back until his hair tickled his neck, and he giggled, "Our building." He reiterated, and the first thought came to mind was how many pounds of bomb would it need to bring the building down.

[your-personal-best-friend-deact]

[dontbelieve-me-blog-blog]

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

Tyler Durden in Fight Club (via dontbelieve-me)

[xlaughx]

[I think in the 21st century people are less attracted to perfect characters, and more drawn to those so-called antiheroes. The Old World was raised to believe in superheroes; to believe in Jesus, Superman, political leaders that will change the world. We were taught by fairy tales that Good always wins, and Evil will shutter at the end of the day; that there will always be saviors. But it's not true. We are slowly learning the fact that there probably won't be a perfect man to save the day; and that's when we began to find ourselves more in the characters that are not perfect, have flaws, and are confused and vulnerable in life just like us.

...I don't know why I put this here and I totally lost my train of thoughts midway through. Hmm.]