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morirelogs2012-10-18 09:21 pm
hardcordstrollmaster) wrote in morirelogs2012-10-18 09:21 pm
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Who: Mituna and Mukuro
When: 2nd of January
Where: Streets of Vizzini Sicily, Italy
What: Unfortunate Meeting
Warnings: PG-13 for cursing.
The weather was perfect.
Okay, maybe by other people’s standards it wasn’t so great, but, when it came to him, he thought it was the perfect time to try out some skateboarding moves. It was a challenge that he was more than willing to accept because, hey, what could possibly happen?
Mituna was his name. He was normally quite the eye catcher. Fortunately (or, rather, unfortunately), thanks to the heavy rain, he was concealed by the billions of little droplets falling from the cloudy sky. His bright yellow suit was only a pathetic dull shade in the shower and he was pretty muddy from tumbling in a murky puddle just a few minutes ago.
It also probably didn’t help that he was now propelling across the street straight towards a nearby railing. Apparently, no one informed him of the dangers of slippery steel bars (or he’d just decided to ignore his better judgment) because he soon went flying literally into the air and down, down, down until he landed on a…
Wait, what was that? A pineapple? Holy shit, this was going to hurt.
And it did.
When: 2nd of January
Where: Streets of Vizzini Sicily, Italy
What: Unfortunate Meeting
Warnings: PG-13 for cursing.
The weather was perfect.
Okay, maybe by other people’s standards it wasn’t so great, but, when it came to him, he thought it was the perfect time to try out some skateboarding moves. It was a challenge that he was more than willing to accept because, hey, what could possibly happen?
Mituna was his name. He was normally quite the eye catcher. Fortunately (or, rather, unfortunately), thanks to the heavy rain, he was concealed by the billions of little droplets falling from the cloudy sky. His bright yellow suit was only a pathetic dull shade in the shower and he was pretty muddy from tumbling in a murky puddle just a few minutes ago.
It also probably didn’t help that he was now propelling across the street straight towards a nearby railing. Apparently, no one informed him of the dangers of slippery steel bars (or he’d just decided to ignore his better judgment) because he soon went flying literally into the air and down, down, down until he landed on a…
Wait, what was that? A pineapple? Holy shit, this was going to hurt.
And it did.
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"Careful," he sneered, "y'wouldn' wan' others t'step on yous an' lose their footin'." Contemptuously, he aimed a kick at the fallen boy's side. It really was a pity the kid seemed spastic; Mukuro would have liked to have a tussle with them. Brawn was pretty much the only way to earn any respect on the streets, and while he didn't look it, there was strength in his slim arms. Sure, he couldn't out-muscle any of the real fighters, but that's where his cunning came in handy.