Hannibal King (hail_king) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-03-26 11:46:00 |
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Current music: | Vampires are Dead aka Humans Are Dead : Flight of the Conchords |
Who: Hannibal King (Open)
Where: Rooftop in a shoddy part of town
Why: Vampire hunting, it's what he does.
When: Midnight on the 26th?
Status: In Progress
Rating: TBD
♪ = Singing
♪" "♪ = Spoken song
♪ The distant future, the year 2010. The distant future. The distant future. No more biting. No more screaming. No more running down the street bleeding. No more bullets or guns. No more difficult access ways. Stairs, basically, no more stairs. ♪
Running down the alley, with a gang of fanged, forehead maimed vampires hot on his heels, Hannibal grabbed hold of the fire escape and pulled himself up. Shouting down at the snapping jaws below.
♪ “I hate stairs!” ♪
♪The future is quite different then the present. Yes, what with there being no more stairs and all. And most importantly, no more vampires. ♪
♪“Finally!” ♪ He yelled triumphantly upon reaching the top of the escape stairs and pulling his body to the roof. Panting and sweating the hunter wiped his brow. Over the edge of the building he peered, nothing but his dark eyes and his brow exposed to the hoard that rambled up the metal stair case. His voice was low, as if confessing a secret the world did not yet know.
♪The vampires are dead, the vampires are dead. We used poisonous gasses. And we poisoned their asses! The vampires are dead. Yes they are dead. The vampires are dead. I confirm they are dead. It had to be done. They look like they`re dead,
so that we can have fun! ♪
Once they were nearly to him, Hannibal popped up like a Jack in the Box, pulling a small device from his belt. ♪ They had so much aggression that we just had to kill them. ♪
A metal pin hit the ground with a ‘tink’. Shaking his head he continued his musical tirade, ♪ Can`t we just talk to the vampires? A little understanding could make things better. Can`t we talk to the vampires and work together now? ♪
Around the cylinder shaped grenade his fingers curled, holding down the trigger.
♪ No, because they are dead! I said the vampires are dead! The vampires are dead! The vampires are dead! ♪
Like a cloud of locusts they swarmed the singular hunter. Teeth gnashing, jaws drooling. Though, some of them looked at him as if he had lost his mind. No, no, he isn’t crazy, just day dreaming. The trigger was released and the bomb dropped. He gave one last beaming smile, his voice crying out loudly into the night air,
♪ Yay, dead, dead, dead. We used poisonous gasses,with traces of silver, garlic and holy water! To poison their asses. ♪
The device went off just as they lunged for their ‘dinner’. A bright blue glow illuminated the rooftop, glorious, brilliant sunlight. Fresh, unfiltered, deadly. Universal killer of all things called vampire.
♪ "Actually their lungs!” ♪
He corrected as he kicked the ashy debris from his boots and trotted across the rooftop.