Post by Weird Rob 87 on Jun 9, 2007 0:39:28 GMT -5
Dusk was sitting in as the last of the festivities for the 12th Precinct Police Department's annual picnic was about to be completed. Course, little did they know that a crazy drunk was about to try and crash in on the fun. He had been out on another of his infamous drinking benges and no one knew what he would do or consume. As various brands of alcohol did different things to him. How that was, no one was able to figure out and just assumed it to be an odd quirk of his. His name was Lyconus McClelland, a member of the New York Lycan Clan. And someone who should know better due to his age, but obviously that had yet to hit his brain despite numerous events and hits to the head by Oriqui and a few others. And upon this lovely evening he was drinking Scottish alcohol and it tended to make him think he was a Scottish warrior out to fight off the English. As he made it to the top of the hill, he staggered a bit and giggled like a child. Then sighed in relief when he realized he hadn't dropped his bottle of Scottish alcohol.
“Ahh.. tis be a relief!” He said to himself in what appeared to be an actual Scottish accent.
His well trained eyes, even though he was inebriated caught sight of the picnic down the hill. But sadly under his drunken mental state of mind illusioned them to be an English camp that was getting ready to go to battle. “Those English curs! How dare dey try to attack me country's people!” Pulling out his sword with his free hand he rose it into the air and shouted a battle cry.
He then started to run down the hill while in waving about his bottle of Scottish alcohol in one hand and his sword in the other. “I shall fight ye all to me last breath! Ye shall never take our land or our women!” Sadly, in his drunken state and the falling sun he never noticed the tree root sticking up and proceeded to fall flat on his face. And promptly smashed his alcohol onto the ground. Another unfortunate thing for him was that he hadn't realized the Police had noticed him coming down the hill.
The next morning
Lyconus awoke with a groan and another very large head ache and realized he was hung over yet again. He looked around while trying to adjust his eye sight to his surroundings and noticed with a frown on his face that he seemed to be in a cell. Sighing in annoyed fashion at what he most likely had done while out drinking yet again, he layed back down and closed his eyes. “HIYA UNCLE LYCO! WE FINALLY FOUND YOU!!! I think its time to sing that oh so special song!” His eyes opened up wide in pure terror as he recognized that voice and that Naomi was in the building.
“Aww hell.. I am in so much trouble now..” He grumbled to himself as he began to smother himself with a pillow and screaming into it. For some, this was just another day in their lives while for people like Lyconus, it was just another day of Hell. His own Hell that is.
“Ahh.. tis be a relief!” He said to himself in what appeared to be an actual Scottish accent.
His well trained eyes, even though he was inebriated caught sight of the picnic down the hill. But sadly under his drunken mental state of mind illusioned them to be an English camp that was getting ready to go to battle. “Those English curs! How dare dey try to attack me country's people!” Pulling out his sword with his free hand he rose it into the air and shouted a battle cry.
He then started to run down the hill while in waving about his bottle of Scottish alcohol in one hand and his sword in the other. “I shall fight ye all to me last breath! Ye shall never take our land or our women!” Sadly, in his drunken state and the falling sun he never noticed the tree root sticking up and proceeded to fall flat on his face. And promptly smashed his alcohol onto the ground. Another unfortunate thing for him was that he hadn't realized the Police had noticed him coming down the hill.
The next morning
Lyconus awoke with a groan and another very large head ache and realized he was hung over yet again. He looked around while trying to adjust his eye sight to his surroundings and noticed with a frown on his face that he seemed to be in a cell. Sighing in annoyed fashion at what he most likely had done while out drinking yet again, he layed back down and closed his eyes. “HIYA UNCLE LYCO! WE FINALLY FOUND YOU!!! I think its time to sing that oh so special song!” His eyes opened up wide in pure terror as he recognized that voice and that Naomi was in the building.
“Aww hell.. I am in so much trouble now..” He grumbled to himself as he began to smother himself with a pillow and screaming into it. For some, this was just another day in their lives while for people like Lyconus, it was just another day of Hell. His own Hell that is.