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paixaorpg2008-09-21 03:07 am
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Entry tags:
Church Raider [Active]
Character(s): Deidara, open
Content: Deidara takes over the chapel on top of St. Destino.
Setting: St. Destino Hospital [I8]
Time: late night/early morning
Warnings: Deidara--language and violence possible
He had wandered away after he had grown tired of listening to the child--and that thing, whatever it was--talk, and decided to go flying. This proved to be interesting for exactly twenty minutes, which was when he realized that the place really was a box of a city and he grew sick of the entire place despite not having been there for any length of time. But he needed to sleep, so he'd located a large building and smashed through the skylight on the top.
It looked like a church. Deidara shrugged; it was up high, no one seemed to be around, and there was quite a bit of space.
Here would do, at least for a while. Leaping off of his clay bird and onto the back of a pew, he began looking around the place. It was kind of creepy, which only amused him more. He could pepper the place with a few explosive traps and no one would come up here at all after a while.
With an amused grin at the thought of the potential victims suddenly losing limbs, having chunks of their torso blown out, and finding their heads were suddenly in a million pieces, he stretched out on one of the pews to catch some sleep.
Content: Deidara takes over the chapel on top of St. Destino.
Setting: St. Destino Hospital [I8]
Time: late night/early morning
Warnings: Deidara--language and violence possible
He had wandered away after he had grown tired of listening to the child--and that thing, whatever it was--talk, and decided to go flying. This proved to be interesting for exactly twenty minutes, which was when he realized that the place really was a box of a city and he grew sick of the entire place despite not having been there for any length of time. But he needed to sleep, so he'd located a large building and smashed through the skylight on the top.
It looked like a church. Deidara shrugged; it was up high, no one seemed to be around, and there was quite a bit of space.
Here would do, at least for a while. Leaping off of his clay bird and onto the back of a pew, he began looking around the place. It was kind of creepy, which only amused him more. He could pepper the place with a few explosive traps and no one would come up here at all after a while.
With an amused grin at the thought of the potential victims suddenly losing limbs, having chunks of their torso blown out, and finding their heads were suddenly in a million pieces, he stretched out on one of the pews to catch some sleep.