It was done in a flash, one of his victims had successfully managed to handcuff him, but that didn't stop him from drop kicking them and making his way away. Where could he go, he noticed an airship getting ready to take off in the distance.
'Perfect...'
He thought as he booked it towards it. He jumped in and slid with enough force to slide all the way to the pilots door, and picked himself up off he ground to come face with a boy. Koko's evil eyes glared down the boy, head butted the kid, and he took a seat like he was supposed to be there. The kid slammed against the ground, scrambled up, and bolted off, leaving him there by himself.
"Little brat. Look me in the eyes of course I'm headbutting you. Freaking idiot. Right up along with the moron that decided it would be wise to put me in these godforsaked HANDCUFFS!"
He spat, spitting on the ground of the airship. The pilot peeked behind the door and saw the man speaking to himself, and looked back to the gauges. Koko sat there fuming as he would have to actually try to get out of the cuffs, and D wasn't forming his sword to cut them off. He was in a bit of a predicament with nothing to really do about it so there he sat. He noticed people coming towards the airship, and looked down to his lap in his normal outfit. None of the kids were those he met before, or atleast recognized. His mind was normally hazy so faces were easily forgotten, and even if they were coming to board the ship he wouldn't pay them any attention if he didn't have to.
He took his nails and started scratching the skin that the hand cuffs were irritating and soon blood was coming. He was actually picking deep into the flesh, the feeling of handcuffs brought back horrible memories and he was nearly going psychopathic trying to get them off. He'd use the blood as a lubrication to snake out of them, and realized something. The last time he had handcuffs on he was getting arrested, which made him dig past his veins. Eventually he gave up as the pain became overbearing, and just sat there for a moment trying to black out and forget they were on him, and forget that this ship was getting ready to take off.
He didn't even know where it was going, nor did he care. Anywhere right now was better than dealing with getting searched and hunted down in case either of the kids decided to call security on him.
"God it couldn't have been any a better day to do this. I had actually planned on going to class, and now I gotta deal with this. This is freaking great, whatever. I've had to deal with worse and I have to remember that. Hopefully whoever boards this dang ship doesn't try to get chummy, otherwise I may turn this ship into a bloody casket. Bleh, I don't even have my liquor. Could this day get any better..."
He mumbled and spat, he slammed his head against the window of the airship and sent a small spider web across the tempered glass. Atleast the breeze from the ship was comfortable, it was somewhat soothing while his wrist dripped blood over his shoes and floor. He didn't even feel the pain in his head from cracking the glass, in fact any kind of pain would be better to replace the irritation that he felt from how hard the kid locked the handcuffs on him.
(Hope I gave you guys something decent to work with.)
'Perfect...'
He thought as he booked it towards it. He jumped in and slid with enough force to slide all the way to the pilots door, and picked himself up off he ground to come face with a boy. Koko's evil eyes glared down the boy, head butted the kid, and he took a seat like he was supposed to be there. The kid slammed against the ground, scrambled up, and bolted off, leaving him there by himself.
"Little brat. Look me in the eyes of course I'm headbutting you. Freaking idiot. Right up along with the moron that decided it would be wise to put me in these godforsaked HANDCUFFS!"
He spat, spitting on the ground of the airship. The pilot peeked behind the door and saw the man speaking to himself, and looked back to the gauges. Koko sat there fuming as he would have to actually try to get out of the cuffs, and D wasn't forming his sword to cut them off. He was in a bit of a predicament with nothing to really do about it so there he sat. He noticed people coming towards the airship, and looked down to his lap in his normal outfit. None of the kids were those he met before, or atleast recognized. His mind was normally hazy so faces were easily forgotten, and even if they were coming to board the ship he wouldn't pay them any attention if he didn't have to.
He took his nails and started scratching the skin that the hand cuffs were irritating and soon blood was coming. He was actually picking deep into the flesh, the feeling of handcuffs brought back horrible memories and he was nearly going psychopathic trying to get them off. He'd use the blood as a lubrication to snake out of them, and realized something. The last time he had handcuffs on he was getting arrested, which made him dig past his veins. Eventually he gave up as the pain became overbearing, and just sat there for a moment trying to black out and forget they were on him, and forget that this ship was getting ready to take off.
He didn't even know where it was going, nor did he care. Anywhere right now was better than dealing with getting searched and hunted down in case either of the kids decided to call security on him.
"God it couldn't have been any a better day to do this. I had actually planned on going to class, and now I gotta deal with this. This is freaking great, whatever. I've had to deal with worse and I have to remember that. Hopefully whoever boards this dang ship doesn't try to get chummy, otherwise I may turn this ship into a bloody casket. Bleh, I don't even have my liquor. Could this day get any better..."
He mumbled and spat, he slammed his head against the window of the airship and sent a small spider web across the tempered glass. Atleast the breeze from the ship was comfortable, it was somewhat soothing while his wrist dripped blood over his shoes and floor. He didn't even feel the pain in his head from cracking the glass, in fact any kind of pain would be better to replace the irritation that he felt from how hard the kid locked the handcuffs on him.
(Hope I gave you guys something decent to work with.)