[OPEN] hello darkness my old friend

[fuckthechicken]

Who: Sandor Clegane and YOU!
What: The Hound just goes on his regular loner routine until he has unexpected visitors.
Where: Delight's Bar (or any other bars), around and outside of the city.
When: From the end of the demon visitors plot and onward!
Warnings: Language. Violence. Gore. Will update if anything else comes up!

A; The Bar

[ Where could this big, lumbering guy usually be found? Nursing a drink (or several). Typically, he would keep to himself when he did it unless something particularly stupid was going on around him. But right now, he scratched at the side of his face -- the scarred and burnt flesh from when his face met fire as a boy caught the light to give it a ghastly appearance. And if he noticed anyone looking at him for a particularly long time, he had no qualms about grunting out: ]

You need something? Or you just come to admire my pretty little face? [ The words oozing with sarcasm and slightly slurred from the numerous drinks already coursing through his system. ]


B; Outer Caves

[ It wasn't really by any desire to find out what was out there or proactive action to find an escape that Sandor headed into dangerous territory. No. He just loved to kill things. Nothing felt more satisfying than sliding his sword through some beasty as it spurted out its insides (except maybe a good, strong drink.) By this point, he was coated in blood -- some of it belonging to him but most of it belonging to the pile of creatures he left in his travels.

Upon hearing a sound behind him, Sandor spun around with his sword drawn -- so close to cleaving the potential threat and only stopping once he realized it wasn't a threat at all. ]

You can't go sneaking up on people like that unless you got a bloody death wish.


C; Also Outer Caves (closed to Castiel)

[ Sandor was about to call it a day. He killed enough things to work up his thirst and that was how he lived his life in Hadriel. He drank some and then killed and killed and then drank. It was a vicious, repetitive cycle. But the man had fallen into it -- not knowing what the hell else to do here. He wiped the latest string of viscera from his sword onto a large rock, turning on his heel.

Clegane didn't know exactly how it happened. It started with the dim glow of a fire and it grew rapidly. Maybe some of the guts that littered the floor were highly flammable. Maybe it was just dumb luck. But whatever the case, Clegane found himself around more fire than he felt comfortable dealing with. And whoever came upon him now would see that the man with so much bravado and fearlessness normally was absolutely terrified now. Seemed like the very first time since he'd been here that Sandor Clegane was in need of rescuing.

Upon seeing a shadow through the flames, the Hound managed to stammer out a very pleading: ]

H-help me!


D; Outskirts of the City (closed to Tina)

[ This girl -- this loud, obnoxious bag of bones was up to something. And again, Sandor was pretty sure he should walk right by and ignore her. It likely wouldn't be anything good. But he did have a soft spot for the girl. Even if he hadn't spoken to her much -- she was a spitfire just like Arya. So, with an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion, the large man looked down at the tiny girl and asked. ]

The hell're you up to, girl? Lookin' for your lost mind 'cause you're likely not gonna find that anywhere here. Bet you left it right back home.

[ Oh. He was so clever. He looked pretty amused by the teasing insult. ]


E; Wildcard!

[ Got an idea of your own? Come at me. I'm open to anything with this grouch. ]

Comments

C

[strangelic]

[ Cas was not the kind to hunt in the caves, really. He avoided them, on the best of days. But little by little, this angel was trying to get his confidence back, and one of the ways that he was trying to do that was by facing down some of these monsters, challenging them alone. There were only a finite number out in the caves. Surely with enough effort, they could all be eradicated?

These days, Castiel didn't find many things that surprised him any more. But a full grown man - and Clegane was vast - shrinking away from flame was one of those things. In all his time on Earth, he hadn't come upon this kind of fear, and yet here it was, inescapable, powerful, overwhelming this warrior with ease.

It reminded him of his own fears. His own desperate terror. He stepped forward, until his face was lit by the flames. ]

What are you so afraid of?

[burn_all_the_babies]

[ Unfortunately for Sandor, his very clever insult went right over Tina's head, much like his shadow too. He was more of a wall than a hound as far as Tina was concerned, good at getting in the way and not moving, just like he was now! So, with a cheeky little smile and a grenade held in one hand, the pin rather worryingly clenched between her teeth, Tina dropped to her hands and knees and took to crawling between his legs to the other side. ]

I'm lookin' for mah mount! Only went and found mahself the BEST! kind EVA! Looks like a pig~, smells like a pig~ Kinda reminds me of yoo~!

[ She giggled, rather proud of her little quip right back at him. Although Tina really was looking for a pig-like creature, she'd captured it when all those demons started to show up, managed to trade some goods for a small saddle and were currently in the process of trying to train the thing so that she could ride it!. ]

Hey, yoo think if I only blow it up a incy wincy lil' bit, I'll still be able to ride it? Like if it's only missin' a few legs... An eye. Ear maybe? Half a tail? Spleen?

A

[survivethis]

[The whole demon invasion has been pretty hellish for Jill. Now that she's back to her senses again, she decided she needed to stop for a break and a drink. Generally, she's not prone to staring or rudeness. Right now, she's tired enough to not realize she's even doing it until Sandor points it out with his remark.]

Sorry.

[The woman several seats down the bar shakes her head a little and lifts her drink.]

I'm sure there's a story behind that.

[Whatever happened to him must've been horrible.]

A

[ushahin]

I come here often to check up on a friend.

[Ever since Nick disappeared and came back, he's been making much more frequent trips to Delight's to make sure the bartender is staying put. Thus far, his fears have been quashed. He takes a seat next to Sandor, unruffled by the amount of alcohol the man has consumed. This is much like the last time they spoke, save for the lack of living dead victims surrounding them. Ushahin grins at him, that slanting smile that highlights the madness in his mismatched eyes.]

If your face is pretty, my young friend, I must be beautiful.

[His own little joke. He would be, were it not for the fractures and breaks that mar his features. The Ellyl were a beautiful and graceful people. His mother had left the stamp on him. Young friend, he calls Sandor, though between the two of them, Sandor looks older.]