@mimikkyu ((Here's the thread! I decided to only use Marcus (Honey) and Carnage so I don't get overwhelmed. I can add more characters later if the plot needs it :3 I'll try to create a visual image of them soon :D))
A young blonde haired man woke up face down on the ground. His expensive clothes had been smudged and ruined by dirt. His head was pounding, and his body felt dead tired. He groaned in pain as he slowly sat up. "What happened? Where am I?" Marcus muttered to himself, rubbing his temple. He couldn't remember what happened last night.
Everything had happened so quickly. The last thing he remembered was that he was at a club with friends. He was feeling a little drunk so he stepped out to get some air. Someone shouted his name...Everything after that was all black. The next thing he knew he was here now.
Composing himself a bit, Marcus looked around his surrounding. The place was dim with only an emergency light illuminating the area. The walls were pure hard cement. There doesn't seem to be any windows anywhere. "What is this place?" he rhetorically asked, a slight annoyance in his voice. Who did they think he was? Whoever kidnapped him would regret doing so. He'd have them captured and rot in jail.
It took him a moment to realize that there were several people, not far from him, slumped on the ground. They probably also were kidnapped. However, Marcus was still cautious of them. Any of them could be dangerous.
"Hey! Is anyone there? Whoever you are you're gonna regret this!" he yelled. "How dare you kidnap me?" His voice echoed throughout the whole area.
"Shut yer trap, boy," a man with a dangerous air said in irritation. "No amount of yer yapping will get us out of 'ere. Clearly, no one is going to help us." The brown haired man wore a simple rugged T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. His arms were covered with scars and tattoos. Everything about him screamed stay away.
Carnage himself couldn't remember what happened. It annoyed him that someone had managed to outsmart him. He never gets outsmarted. He is the one who outsmarts and kill. He'd kill whoever dared to capture him. He could imagine their body now as he slowly butcher them alive with a cleaver. Mmm, delicious.
Clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly, he took a deep breathe to calm himself. Now was not the time for wild fantasies. First, he'll get out then he'll kill whoever did this. Carnage looked at the other people with him. Maybe they'd be useful to him. This yelling boy clearly was not. Rich and spoiled *******. Well, if anything happens, he could just kill them. For now, he'd lay low.
A young blonde haired man woke up face down on the ground. His expensive clothes had been smudged and ruined by dirt. His head was pounding, and his body felt dead tired. He groaned in pain as he slowly sat up. "What happened? Where am I?" Marcus muttered to himself, rubbing his temple. He couldn't remember what happened last night.
Everything had happened so quickly. The last thing he remembered was that he was at a club with friends. He was feeling a little drunk so he stepped out to get some air. Someone shouted his name...Everything after that was all black. The next thing he knew he was here now.
Composing himself a bit, Marcus looked around his surrounding. The place was dim with only an emergency light illuminating the area. The walls were pure hard cement. There doesn't seem to be any windows anywhere. "What is this place?" he rhetorically asked, a slight annoyance in his voice. Who did they think he was? Whoever kidnapped him would regret doing so. He'd have them captured and rot in jail.
It took him a moment to realize that there were several people, not far from him, slumped on the ground. They probably also were kidnapped. However, Marcus was still cautious of them. Any of them could be dangerous.
"Hey! Is anyone there? Whoever you are you're gonna regret this!" he yelled. "How dare you kidnap me?" His voice echoed throughout the whole area.
"Shut yer trap, boy," a man with a dangerous air said in irritation. "No amount of yer yapping will get us out of 'ere. Clearly, no one is going to help us." The brown haired man wore a simple rugged T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. His arms were covered with scars and tattoos. Everything about him screamed stay away.
Carnage himself couldn't remember what happened. It annoyed him that someone had managed to outsmart him. He never gets outsmarted. He is the one who outsmarts and kill. He'd kill whoever dared to capture him. He could imagine their body now as he slowly butcher them alive with a cleaver. Mmm, delicious.
Clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly, he took a deep breathe to calm himself. Now was not the time for wild fantasies. First, he'll get out then he'll kill whoever did this. Carnage looked at the other people with him. Maybe they'd be useful to him. This yelling boy clearly was not. Rich and spoiled *******. Well, if anything happens, he could just kill them. For now, he'd lay low.
