Re: Battle Royale: NarutoLounge Edition.
'Finally, sunrise' Kluang mumbled lighting up a cig, the only thing he could really depend upon in this island. The sun set was calm and peaceful in this bloody battle ground, the ear piercing cries were just a background music to this beautiful film scene.
'Hmm....Not often I appreciate last sun sets.....' He smirked brushing back his short hair with his left hand. It was time to move on, he couldn't visit the same place twice on this island and was not prepared to.
'...Bread and water...christ what the fucking hell?' He expected some raw meat or something, not cheap prison food in his bag. A quick but reliable break fast though.
'Aw fucking christ on a bike!' A shout of frustration made him jump out his skin nearly as he looked to his west he saw two figures stuck in a net shouting abuse to each other while trying to get free of the trap.
'Pshhht, fucking beginners..' Kluang grinned stubbing out his cigarette on a large rock leaving a blackhead on the pebble grey surface...which oddly had a bloody hand print right beside it.
'Hello hello....who's this?' Kluang said to himself brushing some excess fag ash from his T-shirt before cocking his combat shotgun, oh the days of him and his dad hunting on the farm, he remembered how his dad taught him everything he knew today.
'Huh...LeoN?' Kluang mumbled under his breath quietly calling out his name, he seemed nervous about something.
'Wha the fuck?' LeoN shouted blasting some wave from his hands. It took Kluang by surprise as this wave shoved him back about five feet and ripped his shirt, it was like a powerful gust of wind times ten.
'Oh, fuck I'm sorry man, don't kill me PLEASE!' He cried out taking refuge behind a tree.
'Dude...I'm not gonna touch you, what exactly is it yar shitting it for?' Kluang asked lowering his shotgun. LeoN pulled him across the lake what was about ten minutes away to a small clearing in the woods where a one armed teenager sat, gruff looking with a man in a swanky 'How do you? Can I intrest you in one of my cheap, easy to break cars?' suits.
'You fucking what? WE HAD A DEAL! YOU KILL THEY THREE AND YOU CAN GO! THEY WEREN'T MEANT OT HAVE THEY WEAPONS! Jaxon, Oaky and that LeoN shit face should all be dead!' The swanky suited man growled shoving what looked like an exact replica of Kluang's combat shotgun into Aztec's chest.
'I WANT FUCKING GOOD RATINGS! I WANT DEAD BODIES! I WANT CRYING MOTHERS! I WANT CARNAGE!' Then it clicked, that bastard was none other than the presenter Evil-Tsunade.
'We could kill them right now!' Kluang whispered readying his gun
'Fuck no, look even though he disabled that don't mean he could cap us and look what that bastard has up against the tree!' LeoN panicked whispering his response as quick as an Irish man. Propped up against the tree was a fine out of the Russian soviet union AK-47, within a second that could have Kluang and LeoN dead on the ground.
'Good ratings? Psht fuck your ratings, the rest I can do if it means my ticket out of here!' Aztec laughed menacingly picking himself up and stepping out into the forest.
'I'M COMING FOR YOU JAXON!' Aztec's walk soon turned into a sprint as the wind blew back his black messy hair, a twisted grin formed on his face.
Note: Sorry about that wait, I can finally get back to normality with the funeral being today =/ But yes, LeoN is LonelyNinja