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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 1:48:23 GMT -5
The spider streaked across the floor, it's many legs gliding across the wood as it descended upon its prey. The cockroach turned away, trying to escape but alas, the ambush had been set. There was no escape for the pest, and the spider was soon above it, digging its jaws it the disgusting insect's body, injecting it with poison and pinning it in place. The bug would twitch, but soon enough, it was dead. And once again, the spider began to make its move, retreating to the ceiling. It would rest upon the wooden foundation, and feast on its prey. Skyle would scoff in amusement, before bringing the mug of beer to his lips. Tilting it back, he drank the bitter liquid down his throat, before setting it back down on the table. His red eyes never left the spider, the man obviously attracted to such creatures. The fact that he hated cockroaches to the core was another reason as well. He would take a deep breathe, before dropping his head in a sigh. Here he was, in a tavern in oak town, enjoying a mug of beer and enjoying the natural serenity that this town had to offer. It had taken him a while to get here, having travelled through the forest to get here. If it had not been for his take-over, he may have been lost, or at least taken longer, but alas, he had made it here.
He was clad in a black v-neck shirt, with a dark brown leather overcoat as his outermost layer. A pair of black cargo pants accompanied these articles, and a pair of black boots. Beside his chair was his duffle bag, with his extra clothing within. He does have a habit of tearing his clothes, especially during his take-overs. What was he doing here? Well, like the spider he had seen earlier, he was hunting. He wasn't sure what exactly he was hunting, but he knew that it was out there. His first stop just happened to be here, in Oak Town. It was late in the evening, and Skyle had just booked a room. Instead of going up straight to it, however, he had chosen instead to spend his time in the ground floor, drinking. He wondered if he was going to find anything noteworthy here.
"Let go, please." A meek female voice broke Skyle's state of contemplation, and he raised his chin, his red eyes glancing upon a trio of drunk males and a waitress. One of them was grabbing her arm, a lustful expression on his face as he grinned at her. The girl, however, was trying to pull herself away, fear evident upon her face. Skyle released another sigh, and began to finish his mug of beer. Then, with a quick swipe of his arm, he tossed the mug forward, and it shattered upon the male's head. The drunksrd let go if the waitress, falling off his chair in shock and confusion, as the other two turned their head to glance upon Skyle, who could only stare back blankly.
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