Wow. Okay it seems I forgot about this RP account somehow…
I’ve had a lot going on in my life, and I guess RPing wasn’t quite on my agenda.
Oops. Sorry to the RPers I let down. I honestly forgot.
Walter’s eye visibly twitched in agitation at the words spoken about his mother. “I have no problem sending you screaming back into oblivion.” He drew a knife from his coat pocket, taking another step forward, now taking an offensive stance and seeming poised to strike. Was the man willing to take the chance that the blade was as useless as he thought the gun was, or would he dare to take a chance and try to gun the murderer down?
He could tell that he’d hit a nerve. “Is. that. so?” he drew out his words, then looked down at the knife that Walter had just gotten out, all the while squinting at his stance. “You’re actually gonna try and hurt me with that? HAH. Just you try.” he thought for a moment, before carefully putting his arm down and backing off. “You know what, you win.” he seemingly turned around to walk off… Before turning back around, raising his gun and pulling the trigger casually.
Walter laughed, taking a few staggering steps towards the man. He grinned like a madman, watching the man take aim. “You just don’t get it do you?” He continued to laugh. “Take your shot Richard.” A dare. “I died a long time ago.”
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What is there possibly to get?!?!?” he raised his voice a little, “You’re just a delusional serial-killer who believes that his mother is some dumb apartment room when all that happened was that she walked out because SHE DIDN’T CARE ABOUT YOU!” he stopped for breath, and addressed Walter’s other sentence ”… And no. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to take the shot?? For me to prove that my weapon can do you no harm? I know your game, and if you think I’m gonna play it then you are surely mistaken!”.
“You could..” Walter observed this calmly. “But is it worth the risk that it won’t?” There was something in his tone that suggested it might only make him angry. “I don’t want to have to hurt you.” Again.
Richard swallowed hard. The comment appeared to take him aback, and he took a small step backwards. “I’m not afraid of you, punk.” he asserted. “Far from it.” he looked down at his weapon - again - before aiming it at Walter’s head and tensing his finger slightly. “And besides, what could you possibly do to me? I’m already dead!” he snapped.
“Heh.” He watched the man like a hawk, matching each of Richard’s steps with one of his own. “It won’t work.” A warning, though he wasn’t fully convinced that it wouldn’t. Not that he didn’t deserve it if it worked. It was only fitting that in the end it was someone he had hurt who destroyed him.
He furrowed his brow. ”What won’t?” he said, slightly in an unconvincing tone. “My gun?” he glanced down at it for a moment. “Really…” he took another step, “Are you so sure about that?” he half-grinned in a manner that was foreboding. Richard could tell that Walter was just a little wary - maybe he thinks it would work, but is trying to hide that fact? Either way, he raised his gun and took a step forward. “I could always test the theory.”
Walter was silent, contemplating the questions, the thoughts. The appearance of the gun did not escape his notice. A low, raspy breath left his lips, and he looked coldly at the man. “No.” It was the truth. “They elude me.” A half-truth, part of him let them continue to escape, to avoid their inevitable demise. Perhaps Death had become passive.
Richard stared at Walter in a way that made him look suspicious of him. He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders… he thought idly. “I see…” Richard started walking around Walter just a slight bit. “Good.” he snarled. “I hope that your streak of bad luck continues.” He noticed that Walter had noted the weapon in his hands, and thus Richard continued to walk carefully and not make any sudden movements.
“Hah!” The laugh seemed forced as he looked the man over with an emotionless smirk. “I remember you.”
Richard narrowed his eyes and growled. “I should think so, too, you. sick. freak.” he stood his ground. “How’s life for you nowadays? Terrible, I should hope.” he reached his revolver out from behind him, slowly, and held it facing downwards. “Killed anyone lately?”
[[ Just for clarification, I don’t think that I’ll be participating in this plot. Just seeing as Richard is situated in Ashfield, not Silent Hill, I don’t think he fits in.
Sounds like a cool plot though, and I will still try to read through it if I can!]]
[[ It certainly has been a long time since I posted anything. (Well… that’s all down to my hiatus but never mind that)
I’m still trying to buck up the mojo to start RPing again, so yep. Just thought I’d update to show that I’m not dead. ]]
[ This doesn’t impact on other story-lines, and is kinda an off-site RP conclusion(?) ]