7th bomb||Hayato Gokuder|| [in person-backdated to monday morning cos I FAIL]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[At first Hayato didn't notice the change in scenery. Usually he was a light sleeper and pretty crisp in the morning, but after being ill the previous week he was uncharacteristically sluggish. He dragged his feet out of his room with only his pajama pants and a pair of slippers on, and a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth... and a couple stick of dynamite stuck in the waistband of his pants.

He drags his feet through the halls to the bathrooms, totally not registering any of the changes in his environment. He even pauses to glance vacantly out a window for moment before continuing on his way.

Right during the middle of brushing his teeth however it seems to FINALLY DAWN ON HIM, and he hastily spits out the toothpaste and GUNS IT BACK THROUGH THE HALLS TO THAT WINDOW!

So Badficians, have a half-naked teenager looking out the window LIKE HE JUST SAW GOD.]

Comments

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

Well, some laws are good for the protection of the people as a whole but those are a small majority. The rest of those laws serve a self-gratifying majority that would rather benefit from the greed these fines produce than actually use it for the city or it's intended purpose. That's where a law can become worthless and corrupts a system.

[Yes, he's been paying attention to those things.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Tch, or you can just buy all the cops out and the whole thing is totally worthless to everyone.

[He pats his pants down to grab a cigarette... however as attached to his cancer-sticks he is, he never thought to put them in his pajama pants... There's a little irritated tick... and he wonders what use the dynamite in his waist-band was if he didn't bother to bring something to light it with...]

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

True but I would rather not and say it did. I prefer an up close and personal response to the matter with a lot of flair and style.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Eh, that's how it worked in Sicily. Could do whatever ya wanted, so long as you didn't upset the big mafia famiglias no one gave a shit. My tactic was usually trap setting and blow it all ta hell if I got caught.

[and picking fights with anything with legs...]

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

Huh, I've never been there. Sounds like it would be an interesting place though a bit chaotic wouldn't you say? Then again...maybe not.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

It's pretty much run by the mafia. It's a royal shithole.

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

Ew, that sounds pleasant.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He shrugs. Such was his life]

Home sweet home.