PAINTITBLACK
BLACKJACK!
[Just small OOC before I begin. This open battle/combat RP for those who are interested. You may post if you wish. This super-powered combat setting. Nothing too crazy so keep powers below or right at building level. Rules are simply. Don't Auto-Hit, Be fair and have fun. Please if you going to post make sure you can do at least Paragraph RP and Upwards. This topic is open to anyone with maximum of six people allowed. If you have any question feel free to message me.]
The calm before the storm.
There was something in the air. He could feel it. Years of experience had taught him that much. Was he excited? Of course. The Joestar carved battle. It was an addiction to him. A fight was thrilling. The idea of clashing with strong oppenect. That was truly bliss. It wasn’t even about winning. It was about the fight itself. So even feeling this tension in the air. He just stood on the empty street under one of the street lamps….waiting.
It was a full moon tonight. The light bounced off the tall skyscrapers and unfinished buildings of the city. The stars were hanging in the sky. It was a peaceful evening...and yet he knew that peace wouldn’t last for long. This made him smile. He leaned his back against the pole behind him with a cigarette hanging between his lips.
This man….looked like a freak of nature. Skin like that of living shadow, eyes as pale as the moonlight with no pupil to them. He was eight feet tall and his body was that of a body-builder. He looked like a brute. A bruiser in terms of his physical form. This form was wrapped in a three piece suit. Italian made and looked pretty expensive. He had his fedora tipped upwards exposing his face. He wasn’t trying to hide.
Anyone who wanted to challenge him was more than welcome too. He smirked flashing teeth that looked more like rows of fangs then actually teeth at that idea. The humming of the street lightning didn’t dull his senses. He expanded his them past himself. He was listening for any sharp movements. He smelled the air for any new scents. He kept eyes peeled on any movements within darken alleyways around him.
Who would come to face him? Does anyone have the balls to do it? He sure hoped so….he didn’t want them to chicken out now. He got his blood boiling. One way or another he was going to be fighting someone this evening.
The calm before the storm.
There was something in the air. He could feel it. Years of experience had taught him that much. Was he excited? Of course. The Joestar carved battle. It was an addiction to him. A fight was thrilling. The idea of clashing with strong oppenect. That was truly bliss. It wasn’t even about winning. It was about the fight itself. So even feeling this tension in the air. He just stood on the empty street under one of the street lamps….waiting.
It was a full moon tonight. The light bounced off the tall skyscrapers and unfinished buildings of the city. The stars were hanging in the sky. It was a peaceful evening...and yet he knew that peace wouldn’t last for long. This made him smile. He leaned his back against the pole behind him with a cigarette hanging between his lips.
This man….looked like a freak of nature. Skin like that of living shadow, eyes as pale as the moonlight with no pupil to them. He was eight feet tall and his body was that of a body-builder. He looked like a brute. A bruiser in terms of his physical form. This form was wrapped in a three piece suit. Italian made and looked pretty expensive. He had his fedora tipped upwards exposing his face. He wasn’t trying to hide.
Anyone who wanted to challenge him was more than welcome too. He smirked flashing teeth that looked more like rows of fangs then actually teeth at that idea. The humming of the street lightning didn’t dull his senses. He expanded his them past himself. He was listening for any sharp movements. He smelled the air for any new scents. He kept eyes peeled on any movements within darken alleyways around him.
Who would come to face him? Does anyone have the balls to do it? He sure hoped so….he didn’t want them to chicken out now. He got his blood boiling. One way or another he was going to be fighting someone this evening.