No Answers (open)

[scarecrow117]

OOC:(( Kieth, then open to all))

Corey's head whipped back, blood stringing the wall as the fellows knee connected with his face. He struggled to maintain consciousness as he was dragged to his feet and slammed into a wall. "How the hell did this happen?" Corey thought warily.

He had been walking home from a small party, to which he had been invited to by some pretty drunk people, when four guys came out of nowhere and attacked him. He didn't even have the chance to fight back before they were all stomping down on him. They had let up just before he would've passed out, only to put him in the predicament he was in. His mind was foggy, and he didn't bother to fight back when he knew that four against one weren't even odds. He would take the punishment, and save his energy for when he saw an opening.

He glanced around him, noticing that he was in a small back alleyway, a dumpster close by, along with scattered boxes and bottles. There was a door, but it appeared to lead into some sort of bar, or restaurant, because when it opened, no one came out, except for a few flying pieces of garbage and the sweet scent of something delicious. He turned his attention back to the man who held him. The guy wore a gray sweater, and the hood was down. Black hair was overgrown and scraggly, and the smell of cigarettes was fresh on his breath.

"I'm not going to ask you again, bitch, tell me where i can find Kieth Richards, or i swear to god ill break your scrawny little neck" Kieth Richards? Corey had never even heard the name before, let alone know where the guy could find him. " I have no idea who your talking about. I don't know why you attacked me since you could have just asked, but i truly don't know who that is" Corey said it as politely as he could, trying to disarm the man, and his friends.

"The hell you don't. i was told you would know where he was. Now tell me, or ill do to you what I'm going to do to him for some things Ive heard and seen. you wont like that, my friend" Corey almost yawned. he was getting tired of the threats, and was ready to chance his plan of escape.

[Keith Richards]

The night was young and Keith was bored. Which meant something bad was going to happen to someone that was not him. The only thing left to complete this decision was a target. For this reason his brown eyes scanned the surrounding street. But not much was going on. Not even a single pimp bitch slapping a whore. It was enough to leave him with a sinking sadness. What's wrong with the world?

Walking about in his street clothes, an old gray hoodie, a thick white shirt under that, loose fitting jeans, and work boots. Each footstep down the sidewalk left a quiet thud in it's wake until he heard an interesting sound from his left. He could hear a dull thud sound in the alleyway, which of course drew his attention, but first he pat his pockets and pulled out a metal flask while turning the corner. There was a half-dead light bulb at the end of the alleyway and the street light five feet to his back. He would only be an outline.

I'm not going to ask you again, bitch, tell me where I can find Kieth Richards, or I swear to god I'll break your scrawny little neck

Keith swallowed a laugh, hard. Unexpected, but damn funny. He went over what he could have done to the four that were ganging up on someone he had never seen before. At least to his knowledge. Since he didn't care to remember most people he could have known him for a year and forgotten. "Don't know or care who these ass-hats are but I don't like that someone told them anything about me. Even if it was flat out wrong. I'll have to ask nicely," He thought as a malicious grin formed.

[scarecrow117]

OOC:(( Sorry for delays. Haven't been posting much on hircine, no motivation, but ill try and work through it))

IC:

Corey watched the man pull back the fist, and mentally grinned at the fellows stupidity. He may be thin, but he was strong, and damn fast. Quickly snapping his right forearm to the elbow of the fellow who was holding onto him, Corey heard a much satisfying pop as he completely tore the mans shoulder from his socket with the blow.

As the guy fell back with a cry, Corey quickly shot out a foot to the side of his friends' head, before the kid could even react to the cry, and as he went sprawling, he spun, throwing a spinning back fist to the another man who was running at him. The last, probably too young to even know what was going on, took off running, obviously scared shit-less.

As Corey cracked his neck with a pleasant groan, he walked over to the thug who had don't the questioning. Just before he was going to drop a knee to the punks face, he caught movement, and his eyes snapped up to see the broad outline of a man, standing there watching his efforts.

He stared where the mans eyes should be, and instead of walking over or calling out, Corey held his gaze as he threw down the knee into the face of the guy whose arm he had dislocated. He came quickly to his feet, afterwords, and watched warily for what the guy would do. He didn't bother to say anything. If this guy was here with them, there would be no need for words. If he was, then he would say so.

[Keith Richards]

Somehow the guy he had counted out managed to fight back. Didn't much care, it just saved him work. Or so he would think until the guy made sure that the damage was extensive enough that he would have to wait to get anything out of them. Boring. Instead of waiting the sound at the end of the alley that caught the guys attention would be Keith making sure the only unharmed one didn't get away.

A hand to the freshman's throat, holding him at arms length, staring at the one down the alley. "You get a 'get out of jail free' card. Beat it," Keith turned his eyes back toward the held freshmen who was starting to claw at his wrist. Arm bending he brought the shorter boy toward him, grabbed his shoulder, turning him, and then putting him in a headlock.

Standing with the kid at his side as he struggled with a new hold on his neck Keith stepped out of the shadow provided by the streetlight to his back. The pathetic glow from the single light in the alleyway was giving a vague outline of his face as he spoke to the beaten up figure standing in the alley. "Not worth taking a second beating in one night for these shits, now is it?"

[scarecrow117]

Corey cracked his neck as the man spoke.

"Beating?" Corey said, no small amount of sarcasm dripping from his lips. "Everything you saw these men doing was by my whim. I dont take beatings. I let them have there fun." He grinned." Just to fulfill my curiosity." He frowned...somthing this new man said earlier irritated him. "Get out of jail free?" Corey laughed. "You seem to think your actually a threat to my well-being!" He continued to chuckle. After he stopped, He looked around, as though he were checking the scenery.

" What are you doing here anyway, my fine hooded fellow? Some early trick or treating?"

He wasnt usually the type for moronic humor, but the warm up he had got his adreneline pumping, and the minimal pain he had left him wanting more. This new figure, who was grasping the freshman by the throat, seemed like the perfect outlet.

He sighed. He would have to wait to be attacked. He just wasnt the type to kick somone ass for no reason, even if they seemed pompus, or arrogant.

OOC((sorry about not finishing at first, comps tweaking out ))

[Keith Richards]

First impressions; cocky, arrogant, poor sense of humor, all wrapped up in an already pounded body.

Analysis; disregard as threat, mock for amusement.

"Every blow they took was by my whim, I think I much prefer the path where I am not stupid enough to let myself get attacked then act like a douche to cover my own idiocy." Keith didn't take much more than half a second to come up with the retort. It was just there on the tip of his tongue waiting to be cracked like a whip.

The freshmen was starting to behave awkwardly, shifting and twitching, struggling with himself. Keith remembered that he wasn't allowing the little bastard enough air and loosened his grip slightly. "You're annoying. Stuck behind unfunny, unclever remarks. You've already ruined the momentary high of fighting."

Keith jabbed his fist into the freshman's ribs as he turned to look out of the alley, his eyes toward the stranger for a moment. "I'll go find something more entertaining." There was a pause, a grin showing in the through the shadow that crossed his face. "If you're gonna get your jollies out of being hit, go pay a dominatrix like a respectable human being."

[scarecrow117]

Corey sighed. How boring.

"So, you talk about my idiocy, everything im thinking. My body is hardly damaged, contrary to surface belief." He stretched his arm, rotating it, easing out the stiffness the cold was bringing in. "You talk about me, but lets talk about you. Hiding behind a hood, watching several men beat on one man, then, after the down man kicks the shit out of the bigger guys, you decided to show just how tough you are by strangling a freshman whose half your size."

He grinned.

"Sorry my friend, but its going to take a little more than manhandling a fourteen year old and a few words you read out of websters dictionary to convince me that your anything more than a big mouthed punk. Heres an idea, how about you take a few steps my way, and try your little chokehold on somone who isnt going to squeel in fright."

He brushed a little dirt off his jacket, then looked back to the fellow who was standing down the alley.

[Keith Richards]

Apparently he seemed to think Keith was still paying attention even after turning and walking away. Not even half way through the ramble Keith would round the building corner and continue to walk down the street, already grilling the freshmen for information. Not literally. Not yet.

There would be an occasional jab to the ribs to knock air out of the freshman's lungs, then Keith would tighten the arm around the little bastards throat. Simply waiting until the flailing almost stopped before he would loosen the grip and restart his line of questions.

Keith would find out who leaked information about him and be damn sure it didn't happen a second time. The freshmen was going to help. Eventually.

[scarecrow117]

Corey smiled after the man left. An idiot indeed.

Judging by the fact that he had taken the freshman,Corey assumed the fellow was Kieth Richards (why else would he have stuck around?) and was hoping to glean somthing from the little schoolboy. He hadnt even botherd to try asking Corey why people thought he would know him, and instead decided on taking a small unknown, who probably knew less than he did, in the hopes of finding somthing out.

What-EVER.

Corey had just about taken all he could have of that night, and, not giving a a second shit about the fate of the little guy who was being manhandled, turned and left the alley, heading in the opposite direction that kieth had taken, Directly toward his dwelling a couple miles away.

(End thread)

OOC(( so this was going absolutly nowhere, and while i was hoping to turn this into a fight thread, its aparent that niether of our characters really give a damn, so this thread is done.))