Postby Song_of_Storms » Tue Nov 24, 2009 8:53 pm
[SIZE="1"] OOC: Sorry. My post doesn't add anything to the mix... X3
Well before this time, Unico was dwelling in the deepest form of despondency, misery, and vexation. It seems his animosity for everyone, with the exception of Siobhan, was forever growing. And, to make matters worse, he hadn’t the time to give anyone a sarcastic, malicious retort, so his mood was far from perfect. Perhaps, had Kisho’s circumstance befallen another time, he just might have wavered in with a tinge of sympathy… perhaps. Unfortunately, they had not, so Unico’s current thoughts consisted of little more than fantasizing Kisho submerged in deep water. It had taken all Unico’s inner will to prevent himself from ventilating:
[color="Black"]“Good Lord, the man is having a mental break-down.”[/color]
Unico decided his head was in enough pain without others ranting about his lack of compassion, or anything else, for that matter. Everyone here was such a terrible bore; it amazed Unico someone like Siobhan had found reason to stay. He nodded to himself, having formed a prompt conclusion. Siobhan was, obviously, a saint beyond her years. He knew somewhere inside her lurked the heart of a ruthless fiend… and he was determined to make such a Siobhan substantial.
Unico smirked to himself, evidently amused by this fabrication. Apathy was, currently, Unico’s beloved comrade. He made Unico’s life so much more enjoyable. It’s amazing how simply not caring can do that.
Unico, still charmed with himself, took a medium sized flask from inside his shirt, as he moved away from the “socializing”. As he walked, he beckoned the utensil to his lips, tilting his head slightly back as he stared at the ceiling above. (from which, he jumped to the conclusion there was a roof. It is amazing how having your sight reduced can affect your thinking to such. ) What the item contained was unknown. Every time it became present, however, it brought along the scent of hemlock to Unico’s tongue. Also, it kept the agony of his scars away, so it could contain bloody amphetamine for all he cared.
Unico closed his eyes as he sipped, letting his mind dwell over everything that had taken place. It seemed the beverage had barely touched his tongue before Unico tightened the cap back on it, returning it to its resting place. His eyes still shut, he thought. So many faces occupied his memories now… it was an uncomforting feeling. A lot of faces, some with names, and some without. Even if he had been introduced to said person mere moments ago, they still would have slipped his mind.
Unico’s thoughts, though, kept diverging back to this Snake person…Nazari? "What kind of bloody name is THAT? It sounds like something one would use to scrub toiletries." Unico hissed quietly to himself, as he rubbed his arm with his nail. "What in the world is he? Some seem to trust him, others act like they’ve never seen him before… and his stench. The man must not realize what ‘aroma’ means. Also, he seems infatuated with that… ah! Whats-her-name." Unico motioned with his hand, as if such actions would bring the proper words back. He grimaced suddenly… his nail had pierced his flesh, allowing a barely visible trickle of blood forth from it. Moaning to himself, he glanced around. There must be someplace in the hole he can find to sleep… even if it meant leaving. It was only Siobhan’s presence that fastened him there, yet she seemed to find other things to occupy her interest. [/SIZE]