Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"I want to help." He says softly.
"Really." He asks sarcastically "You and your other side threw me into a wall the other day."
"It's what I was born to do." He looks down at the body.
Simon became still, his fingers nervously tapping against his pant leg before his eyes met theirs. He exhaled shakily "Okay.."
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
"It's never been about 'me'. I am nothing, I will always be nothing. From my birth to my death, I am most literally nothing." He said, gripping his blade and rolling up his sleeve "I told you, when you met me that day at the bar.. I ask if you truly wanted what the hell I am.." he looks over them.
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
"It's never been about 'me'. I am nothing, I will always be nothing. From my birth to my death, I am most literally nothing." He said, gripping his blade and rolling up his sleeve "I told you, when you met me that day at the bar.. I ask if you truly wanted what the hell I am.." he looks over them.
He grabs the hand holding the knife. "I accepted that... thing into my body because I felt like it deserved love. You think you're worse? You think you're less?"
*I gtg*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
"It's never been about 'me'. I am nothing, I will always be nothing. From my birth to my death, I am most literally nothing." He said, gripping his blade and rolling up his sleeve "I told you, when you met me that day at the bar.. I ask if you truly wanted what the hell I am.." he looks over them.
He grabs the hand holding the knife. "I accepted that... thing into my body because I felt like it deserved love. You think you're worse? You think you're less?"
He grabs the hand holding the knife. "I accepted that... thing into my body because I felt like it deserved love. You think you're worse? You think you're less?"
*I gtg*
"Yes." He said without hesitation "I do."
*Okie dokie hon. Love you :)*
"Why?"
*No! I'm back!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Really." He asks sarcastically "You and your other side threw me into a wall the other day."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"I wasn't there..." He mumbles, eyes filling with tears.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon narrows his eyes and stares down at them "Then why."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"It's what I was born to do." He looks down at the body.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon became still, his fingers nervously tapping against his pant leg before his eyes met theirs. He exhaled shakily "Okay.."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's never been about 'me'. I am nothing, I will always be nothing. From my birth to my death, I am most literally nothing." He said, gripping his blade and rolling up his sleeve "I told you, when you met me that day at the bar.. I ask if you truly wanted what the hell I am.." he looks over them.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He grabs the hand holding the knife. "I accepted that... thing into my body because I felt like it deserved love. You think you're worse? You think you're less?"
*I gtg*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes." He said without hesitation "I do."
*Okie dokie hon. Love you :)*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"Why?"
*No! I'm back!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Galax & saridor are sitting at the bar
timber is chilling in the rafters
the wobbly gentleman is walking around the tavern, bumping into objects
A small spaceship flies overhead
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