04-17-2018, 12:27 AM
It was about time Beck actually did something with his first capture. Heh, not too shabby for a scrawny pest like him. Of course, ambush was a cheap tactic, and using a rock to knock someone down was even lower. He should have been six feet lower than a worm, but unfortunately, what he assumed was unfinished business prevented that. But as long as he was still out of a coffin, he was going to have some good, old-fashioned fun. No, he wasn't crazy, he was just bored. There was a difference, right?
His idea of entertainment beyond slasher films didn't take agonizingly long to set-up. All he needed was rope and a knife, two belongings kept stashed away at hand. Oh, and Lunafreya herself. Beck had graciously tossed her down into the convenient bunkers beneath the town, with probable rats and expired food rations, and more or less forgot about her. Yet today he was half-dragging her, half-shoving her out into public, harshly wheezing from the strain. The hefty bundle of rope slung over his shoulder reminded him of the faint marks carved into his neck, earning a hesitant wince before he buried the memories aside. Pinning her down with a hind paw while he looped the rope around her limbs until she was hog-tied, the boy secured another length of rope to the knot and tossed it over a low-hanging tree branch. With some needed assistance on the branch, a pulley-system was crudely constructed, and leaving Luna to her own devices, he busied himself with the rope's end. It seemed Beck was true to his dishonest word, indeed stringing the Ascendants girl up like a party piñata. Setting his dulled dagger down at his side for later use just in case, the poltergeist hooked his claws into the rope that would lift her off the ground when pulled, bitterly shouting out at the concerned bypassers, "Y'all get your asses over here -- I found a punchin' bag, or, like, one of them fancy piñatas! Step right up, and take a swing!" It wasn't a request, despite his mischievous smirk, it was an order. He wanted to see the hell beat out of Luna just like he had been, or at least see her dangling upside-down for a few hours, once more reflecting his manner of death.
[member=198]Lunafreya,[/member]
[align=center]»――➤His idea of entertainment beyond slasher films didn't take agonizingly long to set-up. All he needed was rope and a knife, two belongings kept stashed away at hand. Oh, and Lunafreya herself. Beck had graciously tossed her down into the convenient bunkers beneath the town, with probable rats and expired food rations, and more or less forgot about her. Yet today he was half-dragging her, half-shoving her out into public, harshly wheezing from the strain. The hefty bundle of rope slung over his shoulder reminded him of the faint marks carved into his neck, earning a hesitant wince before he buried the memories aside. Pinning her down with a hind paw while he looped the rope around her limbs until she was hog-tied, the boy secured another length of rope to the knot and tossed it over a low-hanging tree branch. With some needed assistance on the branch, a pulley-system was crudely constructed, and leaving Luna to her own devices, he busied himself with the rope's end. It seemed Beck was true to his dishonest word, indeed stringing the Ascendants girl up like a party piñata. Setting his dulled dagger down at his side for later use just in case, the poltergeist hooked his claws into the rope that would lift her off the ground when pulled, bitterly shouting out at the concerned bypassers, "Y'all get your asses over here -- I found a punchin' bag, or, like, one of them fancy piñatas! Step right up, and take a swing!" It wasn't a request, despite his mischievous smirk, it was an order. He wanted to see the hell beat out of Luna just like he had been, or at least see her dangling upside-down for a few hours, once more reflecting his manner of death.
[member=198]Lunafreya,[/member]