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Post by Fujimori Tohru on Apr 30, 2008 9:21:50 GMT -5
It had been a while since Prometheus actually had some breathing room for a change. And it had also been a while since he'd gotten in a good beating. That same night with the incident of the waiter breaking his neck, Tohru had wandered the streets until nightfall, searching for some thugs to beat the tar out of. And he'd gotten his wish.
Well, more like Prometheus got his wish. For those of you who are unaware, Tohru suffers from MPD(Multiple-Personality Disorder), thus, his alter ego, who often turns out to be quite psychotic, Prometheus. He enjoys torturing and causing pain upon others, and also gets a major kick out of other peoples' deaths. He's even taken a fancy to the recent Kira incidents. Though with someone like Tohru as his host, he'd never be able to get close enough to pull anything off like that.
So here he was, randomly beating down anyone who even looked like a thug. And d**n, was he enjoying himself. "C'mon ya lousy wimps! Don't tell me this is all you've got!? How pathetic!", he yelled down at the battered thugs on the ground. Seeing their blood trickle down onto the ground made Prometheus lick his lips in a cruel, savage manner. He truly was Tohru's darker half. Moreso than anyone would ever know.
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