Where am I? (Dominic)

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All day Dominic had been hacking away at trees, trying to earn a few extra dollars -- but the main reason he had fell so many was because he was furious. He had vague memories of Looslic, and though he couldn't remember exactly what had happened, it really pissed him off.

Go take a break. Get a drink, or something.

Dominic smirked as he saw half of Looslic's leg fall off. It was a grand sight to behold with blood already pooling on the ground, which caused a tingling sensation to run throughout his body. The veins in his eyes became more vivid and bloodshot, adding to his psychopathic demeanor. The boy gave a heinous smirk as Looslic slowly got back up, only to jab his trident and him and nick him on the arm. The schizophrenic snorted.

"Bring it, jackass."

He had had his own leg severed off the other day -- sure, it hurt like hell, but he had gotten it back hadn't he? Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to cut off Looslic's leg a few moments ago. Besides, Looslic looked like the ametur amputation wasn't bothering him much. And not only that, but he was drinking, too.

"Trying to numb the pain?"

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Dominic smirked as he saw the cut on the boy's forehead. Sure it was a shame that he hadn't sliced off the top of his head, but he hoped that the attack would spook Looslic.

Dominic was prepared to defend himself if Looslic chose to attack, but that he did stunned him. The boy had thrown his trident at him, hobbling over to sit at the bar. Looking down at the trident, Dominic tried to figure out what was happening, but it just wasn't registering. He had severed off the other boy's leg and was now left standing like an idiot in the middle of the bar.

He held onto the axe with one hand, deciding to join Looslic at the bar, setting his weapon on the counter away from the other boy. Not bothering to ask Stephanie for anything, he reached over and grabbed an unopened bottle of whiskey, taking the cap off and downing about half of it before setting it back down.

"I..... I didn't mean to sever your leg like that...."

He muttered, elbow on the counter and putting resting his mouth against the side of his wrist, bottle in hand.

Don't apologize.

"I can f****** apologize if I f****** want to.

He hissed sharply, harshly setting the bottle back down onto the bar, mumbling curses and threats under his breath.



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Dominic raised the bottle to his lips again, downing about another fourth of it before something smashed into his hip. He jerked his bottle away, spraying the whiskey that was in his mouth as his side began to throb.

"That sure is a waste of a damn good bottle."

The boy hissed, watching as Looslic hobbled off to grab his trident. A smirk drew across Dominic's face as he reached over to pick up his axe, taking another swig of the whiskey as he somewhat calmly -- but with a purpose -- walked over towards Looslic.

"Good luck getting away, One-Leg."

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It was a shallow cut on the thigh, but at least he hadn't missed.

Dominic, upon hearing someone scurrying around behind him, turned to see who or what it was. As he was distracted, he felt something slice across his back, ripping and tearing his skin and flesh. The boy snarled, his entire torso tensing up as he whirled back around, bloodshot eyes locked onto the one-legged boy.

"Yeah, not too shabby for a bitchy Career like you."

A sudden swell of anger rose within him, bringing an unearthly, guttural growl to sound from his throat. Looslic was going to either die or be on death's doormat by the time he was through with him. He didn't really care what happened to himself, just as long as Looslic had it worse.

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A shallow cut on Looslic's left bicep. 'Not what I really wanted, but screw it,' he thought.

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Dominic had no sooner taken a step back before he felt a sudden gash on his stomach. It burned and stung like hell, causing him to instinctively put his hand over the bleeding wound, uttering curses and hissing.

You're not going to let him get away with doing that to you, are you?"

Dominic's head twitched suddenly to the side as though his neck was being snapped, though his wild, bloodshot eyes were still locked onto Looslic as he bared his teeth like some sort of rabid animal.

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Looslic had blocked it. 'F***....' The schizophrenic narrowed his eyes, emitting a low, guttural growl from his throat. The other boy had gotten lucky -- maybe it was the whiskey distorting his vision, but he wasn't sure. All he knew for a fact was that he had been blocked, and it may have been a fairly good attack if it hadn't been for Looslic getting in the way of things.