Who:Roman;ota What:Having a mini emotional meltdown Where:Alley behind a club When:Night Rating:TBD but probably high;Mentions of bloodshed Status:Open
It wasn't the first fucking time he'd accidently killed someone. Letting the hunger get to much, his jaw biting down to hard, drinking to much from the victim. Any manner of one or all of it and he blinked down at the person as they slid to the ground, unmoving. Reaching, he rubbed his jaw as it distended back into place, rubbing the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand roughly. Even offering a kick to see if they were really...dead.
He didn't even realize his hands were shaking until he tried to light his fucking cigeratte.
"Fucking typical."He muttered to himself,trying and failing to not feel bad. To not care really. Moving, he settled beside the body, burying his face in his hands a moment, sucking in big breathes. "Fucking typical. Everything is my god damn fault, isn't it?"He questioned, not really expecting the body to talk back. Shakily, he took a long drag from his cig,frowning-scowling really-as he reached. Shoving the body in a small fit of anger.