_sabretooth_ (_sabretooth_) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-31 07:31:00 |
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Current music: | My Neck, My Back(Dirty Version): Khia |
Who: Sabretooth aka Victor Creed (Tag Deadpool and Logan maybe) OPEN to others though!!!
Where: Some seedy, and we’re talkin’ trashy, strip club
When: Two nights after he delivers his first ‘gift’ to Faith. Mmmm Faith.
Why: Lookin’ for somethin’ ta play with. Senseless violence is good to.
Rating: Well…we are talking strippers, drinking, murder(maybe) guess we’ll go R on this one.
Status: In Progress
It wasn’t a classy joint. The girls here would do just about anything for a dollar. While some men might hold their noses a little higher when they realized that, men like Creed were overjoyed. A self degrading woman didn’t make ‘im feel bad or want ta help her, make her see how much better she truly was, there was only one thing a man like Victor wanted ta do to a girl like that.
Long ago his humanity vanished, he never tried to hunt it down and get it back. Like a cat soaking in the heat of a warm ray of sun, Victor was completely comfortable with the soulless beast he was.
He felt no guilt. He never stopped to question if something was right or wrong. To him it didn’t exist. The choices he made, the lives he took, were all based on if he felt like it or not, not if it was the right or wrong thing to do. His decisions were ruled largely by instinct. A dark, primal instinct that had no inkling what morals were.
Right now his instinct was tellin’ him that the raunchy minx on stage three might just do the job fer the night. When he was done with her Creed would slap a shiny red bow on her head, leavin’ the remains fer Logan. His thick, sharp talon rolled around the edge of the glass. Next to the tumbler of bourbon was the bottle of bourbon. Just a hair over half way gone. Given his size no one thought twice about letting him have the whole thing to himself. If they had, he would have just cleared the room of any objections and had a private show with these fine women of the night. That idea was soundin’ more and more appealin’ by the second. Way this girls legs hugged that pole made him growl, a wicked sneer maiming his face as his putrid black eyes devoured her from the edge of the stage where he sat. She wouldn’t look him in the eyes as she pranced around the stage rippin’ her clothes off to the tasteless rap music. The few times she had let her gaze slip in his direction the fear rolling offa her made his hellish smile get bigger.