Be hoping for your death wish.....

Spencer chuckles evilly as he cuts into the man's chest. He wasn't aiming to killing him, but he was sure aiming to make him hurt. By now, the pocket knife was red to the hilt with blood.

You know, a Columbian Necktie may look good on you.....wouldn't you prefer it that way?

Holding the blade sideways, he opens the man's mouth wide and starts to cut his tongue all the way to the back of his throat. The screams became coughing fits and instead of squirming, he was grabbing Spencer's wrist and stabbing him in the stomach with his other hand holding a broken bottle.

Getting bored, he lets go of the man and lets him fall to the ground in a slump. Once he hit the ground, he twirls the blade in his hand and sends it into the back of the man's head; kicking him over and snickering.

Wheeling around to face them, he gives them a hard, steady glare with a horrendous grin spread across his face. Behind his back, he was finicking with the bloodied blade. His voice slowly rose in tone as he continued to chuckle.

"Insanity..." A voice called out from behind the madman. "It's a pity that I'd have to wake up to such a thing. After being out for three months I wasn't really expecting a welcoming committee, but I definitely didn't expect this." Ace's face was cold and unforgiving, but his eyes held a cocky air about them as he mocked the situation at hand.

He turns just to the right to where both of them were on either side of himself; completely ignoring the man's statement. His right hand holds the blade loosely while his left hand reaches for his pistol.

Now..........which one of you......ladies....wants to meet death first?

(( *puts on mustache* Fact: If you hurt him, it doesn't hurt anybody but his sane self. You have to get him back mentally. One way to do it is to offend him.))

"Surely, you're not resorting to childish rhetoric." Ace looked to Connor and Dylan with an awkward glance. "Lets just get this over with, I'm not really one for talk anyways."

Spencer grins deeply.

Try me......

With a quick movement, he thrusts the pocket knife's blade toward's Ace's torso and fires one of the shots from the pistol at his head.

The boy's eyes widened, then quickly narrow once again as he easily sidesteps the bullet. "Oh come on, I haven't been out that long. Or are you just a recluse? Do you know who I am at all?"

I tend to know people.....a lot to be exact......and I DO know who you are......you're the asshole with the big mouth.

Scratching his forehead, he pushes his hair back and continues to grin sheepishly.

Gun fire. She could hear it.

"What the fuck?" Sareph could only groan from her hungover stupor. Known fact: Alleys were the best places to take naps. Well- if you called passing out a nap. Her hand pushed the length of limp red bangs out of her face and she heaved a heavy sigh. Her body denied her the capability to get up. It took a lot of effort with everything screaming against her.

The pain felt good, but the pounding head did not. She was not pleased.

Once she was sitting, it didn't take much more to get to her feet. Clearly her 'friends' had left her in the middle of the night sometime. She didn't care. She was sure the only one who might care was Ceri, but she was pretty sure that Ceri had company. With a roll off her shoulders, a few joints cracked to life... and she was moving.

When she finally there, all she could see were a few idiots fighting. "What the fuck is going on?" She spat the words like venom, with a look cold as stone. Her feet marched forward with rage smothering her aura. "You dipshits honestly haven't the slightest fucking care, do you?"

(I apologize ahead of time for Sareph's vulgar language XD )

((HUZZAH! AMMY HAS JOINED LE PARTY! XD Vulgar language = Me not giving a shit. ))

Well that wasn't very nice.

Sliding his hands into his leather jacket pockets, he slowly turns around to face the woman. She certainly was a drunk by the looks of the way she was walking and a slightly darkened, drooping look to her eyes. Unless that was just how people looked these days.

((I had to go to the hospital last night for excruciating hip pains......after a CT scan and all that IV shiz, they found out it was a kidney stone. Do you remember how I was complaining about my back in the CB last night? Well.....it wasn't just back pains. It was a little more serious. Thank The Lord that I didn't have to have surgery.))

OOC: NUUUUU MY WAFFLES, ARE YOU OKAY?!?!

"HEY!" Ace growled at the new acquaintance. "Who the hell do you think you are, barging in on my fight? I don't need help with this, so stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!" He couldn't believe it. After attempting suicide, and being put in a coma, the world had gotten even more unbearably irritating. Even to the point to where alcohol wouldn't solve his problems.

"Do you know who I am?" To prove his earlier point, Ace disappeared in a white flash, only to meet this loudmouthed girl face to face, his back completely turned to Spencer. "I'm the only hope this god forsaken city has for a strategist! I don't know who you are, but you're clearly knew around here." Sparks were almost shooting from the boy's eyes as he barked at the girl.

OOC: I feel as though Ace and Sareph are just a bit alike.

(lol just a bit also- Sorry to hear that Waffles :c )

Sareph was unimpressed with the whole situation.  Maybe it was the fact she had been rudely woken, or maybe it was just her lack of giving a shit that made her just want to punch the little piss-ants.  Still.. things got a little heated.  The one with the weapons just looked over, while the other decided it was okay to GET IN HER FACE.  Her expression showed her lack of caring and further annoyance with ease.  Her eyes locked on him while he spoke about some bullshit that she honestly couldn't bring herself to even care about.  Still, her silence was just simple fury.

"Help you?  Haha you have another thing coming if you think I'd want to help, you obnoxious little brat."  Her eyes were hard on him.  He had mentioned about being some sort of strategist?  Laughable.  "Oh? I thought strategists were smart." She stared at him hard.  "Well good thing I don't give two shits about this city, because otherwise I'd save them the trouble and kill you, myself.  I'd doubt some little piss-ant like you would do much anyways."  Her hands moved to show she did not appreciate him in her space (Aka shove).  

"Now get out of my fucking face before you lose yours."  Mentally addressing the man as not a threat, she looked over at the other man and sneered.  "You're a fucking dumbass.  I know a bunch of gang members that would murder you for killing on their turf.  You got a suicide wish?"

Spencer sneers with a hint of carelessness.

Just in case you haven't caught on yet.......You can't kill me. You would only kill Spencer. Now if you'll excuse me....

The man cracks his neck and loosens his shoulders. His fingers twirl around the gun; spinning it.

He stares at the back of Ace's head. The constant, mischievous grin still spread across his face.

I heard lead tasted like chicken....

Ace saw a hand reach for his chest, and heard the familiar clicking sound of a gun being twirled around. A three man free for all? Not really his style, but it wasn't like he had a choice. Without moving his eyes from Sareph, Ace quickly backstepped to Spencer, with his hand on the barrel of the gun. (Assuming it's a revolver) With one solid push of his finger, the barrel came out of the framework, falling on to the cold ground with a clank.

"Sorry, I thought you would have figured out that I'm faster than your pesky little gun by now. You retarded or something?" This whole situation was beginning to get on Ace's nerves, and he just wanted it to be over with. "You can't be killed, eh? Then maybe I'll just have to take your whole soul out myself. You think I wanna be out here in the dead of night, fighting a wannabe Kishin Egg? I'd much rather be drinking my neck pains away."

His face scrunched up slightly in anger.

You aren't the only one who'd rather be off doing something else right about now! I just happened to be interrupted by a bunch of jackasses with big mouths!

Grunting, he swings his leg out at the backs of the boy's knees to try and cause him to lose balance. He's been told the same thing about himself constantly and it eventually got on his nerves.

((Uh.......abandon thread?)!

OOC: *shrugs* idk where Ammy went.

((Hmmmmm.))

Ooc: I'll join

"Such vulgar language..." Kataro said from a rooftop above them, just loud enough for them to hear them. He slowly pulled the shiny, one edged sword off of his back as it gleamed in the moonlight. (Assuming its night time) "Well well well... Ace? It's been a while." Kataro said calmly. He jumped off of the rooftop and landed in the midst of the conflict. He looked at the obviously insane spencer and then looked at ace. "Hm..." Spencer looked like a pretty formidable opponent, but he was probably not good enough to stand up to Kataro. Kataro swung the blade around in place and scraped the ground a few times. "I haven't fought someone with intentions to kill me in a long time... I guess it's time I showed someone the skills I acquired." Kataro said with a cocky tone and expression.

Spencer stood up after almost knocking Ace and himself off balance.

Fixing his glasses once more, he gives Kataro a death stare. He then pulls out his pocket knife and flips it open with a click.

Well.....Kataro. It's been a while.

Spinning the weapon by the hook, he pulls his hat down onto his head.

You'd be willing to get rid of me....just to get rid of your friend Spencer in the process?

Both of his eyes dart between Kataro and Ace to watch their every move.

"Whatever."Kataro said in a flat tone. He spun his sword around then darted at spencer with incredible speed. He had his sword pointed towards Spencer's stomach and he attempted to stab him.