towerofanimus | staring into oblivion

Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone who dares to join
Setting: Floor 12
Format: Any
Summary: The Grand Highblood is fascinated by spaaaaaaaace.
Warnings: The Grand Highblood.

The eight foot (give and take a foot or so) or so lumbering mass of a troll had taken his wanderings to the staircase, curious of his surroundings (he didn't even bother changing out of that ridiculous white suit yet). He had conquered many planets and galaxies in his lifetime, but there had never been a place with such an odd tower that contained the illusion of space so motherfucking well. The whole point of this was to see just how many floors this thing had and what they were like, but he became quite attached to this floor in it's Space-y glory.

He is quite aware of the fact that he's "trapped," but he honestly has no intentions of escaping right now. Her Imperious Condescension was here, among many other trolls that were in dire need of keeping the motherfuck in line. It was fine. Everything's motherfucking fine, as long as he can just....sit.... in this motherfucking room..........

"Motherfucking miracles."

A phrase he hasn't exclaimed out loud in a long while. He sits and watches the destruction of planets and the sparkling debris they leave behind. It's a rare moment of calm for the usually violent and active troll.

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"A lot of people all tell me that motherfucking noise, LIKE I AIN'T VERY NICE OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT," he bellowed, his grip only tightening. The troll made sure not to rip through the fabric, lest the boy wriggles free and runs. The boy's efforts were valiant, but he barely felt it since he was indeed an adult troll, and even an eight-foot human would not stand a chance.

"I retract my motherfucking statement, brother, and I never do--" Lies, of course, but he doesn't care. "--YOU'RE THE STUPID MOTHERFUCKER HERE. You got any motherfucking last words to defend your motherfucking stupid existence all up in my face? YOU GOT TEN MOTHERFUCKING SECONDS."

He was practically shaking the boy at this point, though very casually, like he was just a rag hanging off his claw.

Romeo didn't stop struggling, even though he knew it was useless because the troll was an adult and much much bigger than him. Still he continued kicking and wriggling. "Let go of me sir! Please!"

He kicked more even as his teeth were rattling from being shook. None of the adults had hurt him here, but he had been silly to think they would all be kind.

Still the man was angry at him now, the damage was done so Romeo did not back down. "Don't call me stupid, I'm not stupid, let me go sir! I wont bother you again I promise!"

"Now you're all MOTHERFUCKING TELLING ME ALL WHAT TO DO? Nah, that shit isn't something I'm all up for listening to! CAN'T TAKE THAT SHIT BACK NOW, MOTHERFUCKER, AND YOU BET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LIFE THAT YOU WON'T."

The highblood maneuvers his hand up towards the Romeo's neck, making sure he doesn't wriggle out of his grip. His thick but bony fingers wrap around the small throat, slowly choking off his air.

"No I'm..." Romeo stopped talking as the hands tightened around his neck, he kept kicking though and trying to pry the hands off him. It was like when the bad people had made that man strangle him he couldn't breathe and he was going dizzy quickly.

He didn't stop fighting though, as futile as it was.

"Talking is all sorts of motherfucking hopeless, little motherfucker," cooed the Grand Highblood, keeping his grip constant. Not any tighter, nor any looser. He almost let go, finding the fight in this little wriggler to be kind of cute, but his culling instincts were strong. Whether they were human or troll, his need to cull particularly peppy wrigglers was hard to suppress.

"YOU WERE A FUNNY KID, I ALMOST LIKED YOU. But some shit just don't motherfucking change, you know?" Then his grip started tightening, eager to squeeze the life out of the boy.

Edited 2011-12-07 06:26 (UTC)

Romeo continued to try and pry the hands from his neck, but it was making him tired and he was dizzy and couldn't breathe very well never mind speak. He didn't know why the troll was being so horrible, but Romeo thought that he was probably just a bad person who wanted to kill him.

He started to cry despite himself even though he was trying his best to be brave. The worst thing was he would just wake up back in the tower, and he wouldn't go to heaven and see Alfredo. He finally stopped scrabling with his hands though he kept kicking when he had enough strength to.

The highblood didn't speak after that. He just narrowed his eyes until they were mere slits as he watched the boy struggle wildly at first, then his strength fade gradually. The troll wasn't even really grinning anymore, just silently waiting for Romeo to suffocate to death, watching intently like this death would reveal something miraculous to him.

He lowered the boy into his lap like his arms were starting to get tired or something, but still wringing the boy's neck tightly.

Finally Romeo stopped kicking, his vision went blurry as he was lowered onto the trolls knee, he didn't even have enough breath to cry anymore. He just stared up with terrified confused eyes before they glazed over and he went still.

With one last final squeeze, he tossed the boy's lifeless body onto the floor and grumbled to himself. He was seriously considering fashioning a club or something out of anything that this tower had to offer, but this room was bare. He wanted to make a mess, but at the same time, he thought this would OK. There were plenty of other red-blooded humans that would satiate his curiosity and amusement.

He hesitated for a moment, then after battling with himself internally, he crouched over Romeo's body and scratched a long gash down an arm. Yup, pretty red. It flowed bright against the boy's pale skin.

Satisfied, the highblood trudged on over to a different spot on the floor and continued to stargaze.

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