hoping to be the leader for Diamond!. base: will upload soon
On the plane ride to America for a ‘business trip’, I my hands grip onto the arm chairs for dear live. My brother looking at me with a satisfied widen grin on his face. Why must you look at me you sadomasochist! why! Oh yeah it was my fault for draping him out of med school and put him in arms dealing with me…
“Vik, why don’t you just relax and order a glass of Vodka.” Vladimir said leading back in the chair and looking out in the small oval shaped window.
“You know I don’t drink when air born Vlad!” I yell at him.
He chuckles. “Then why did we even leave Russia, hmm brother?” he ask.
“Pochemu vy umnik!” I yell at him again, but in Russian. He shakes his head.
“I’m not a smartass; I’m just saying the truth.” He hisses at me.
Feeling the plane shake, I rip the fabric right off of the arm rests. Looking down at the now uncovered rests, Vladimir snickers at me.
“Shuddup! You know I don’t like plane rides!! And don you dare say anything smart-alecky either!” I say breathing heavily. Trying to calm down, but the plane shakes again.
“Please stay calm. We are about to land. Sorry for the bumpy ride.” The captain of the plane said over the PA.
A low growling sound is heard from me. Why did I even agree to this, I should have just stayed in Moscow, Russia and let the stupid Americans come to me! But no I have to be the good guy and go to them as if I’m a lose puppy! Well I’m not and I better get my money right when this stupid death trap lands!!
“Stop fighting with yourself Brother. It’s not good for your health nor for anyone else. So just shut up with yourself and relax!” Vladimir yells at me, hitting me in the back of my head then sighs.
Looking at him I scoffed. “ I don’t fight with myself, I just talk with the inner self! Nothing wrong with that!” I yell back at him wanting to hit him, but that would mean to release the ripped arm chairs and risk my life for this sadomasochist, like he wants!
The plane turbines whine from shutting down. I didn’t even notice the plane land since I was fight-no talking to my inner self. Like everyone else, me and my brother stand up, grab our luggage, and head for the exit. I toke a deep breath in and let it out when stepping out of the plane and into the airport. “This place reeks.” I say putting my things down on a bench. Stretching my legs and arms I notice something, a man limping with blood all over his clothing walking towards a pink haired girl that her hair is in a long side ponytail and wearing cameo shorts and a red tank top. The way she is, with her hands up to her eyes it must mean she is crying. “Vlad.” I call my brother’s name, but when he didn’t answer me, I turn to see him talking to a little girl that has long green hair and wearing a school uniform. Almost reminds me of a bunny. Then I look back at the pink haired girl and the man. He gets closer and closer.
I look around and see no one is seeing what’s going on. “I cant stand it anymore!” I yell grabbing my suitcase and pulling up on the handle bar, in a special way that released a hidden compartment housing my special designed chain sword. Running towards the man and the girl, I get in front of her and blocked the man from her with my sword. “Sir I don’t know what you are doing, but s-“ I was cut off when he started to bit on my sword. I look at his eyes. There was no life in them, they were like doll’s eyes but had a glazed white like film over them. Realizing that he wasn’t human but he was undead, my finger pulled down on the trigger of the hilt. The chainsaw of the sword lets out a large buzzing sound as it began to tear into his face. Finally I slice his head off. Everyone in the same area looks at me. Now that I have this guy’s blood splattered all over my black suit and face, I look down at the girl. “Are you ok” I ask her, taking my finger off the trigger and sitting it just above it. I kneel now to her and look at her with care. She sniffles.
“Y-yes, Thank y-you!” she shudders her words but then she wrap her arms around my neck, crying again. I smiled then picked her up looking around. I see people look at me with fear then I see some people looking at me and others as food.
“Vladimir! Time to kill some zombies! I tolled you they were real and we would have fun killing them!” I yell at him. When I yelled at my brother, horrifying screams come from everywhere around me, men and women on the ground with undead people over them biting into their flesh. An insane and crazy wide grin appears on my face.
“Don’t look up till I say its ok little girl.”
“My n-name is Lilith, Lilith RavenWood.” She says into my ear. I nod.
“Well don’t look up Lilly till I say its OK. It might get bloody and rough, but hold on for dear life.” I say running into the filed with the undead. I slice, cut, and tore into them one by one. Blood drenching me with every swing, but my wide grin never does not leave my face nor does Lilith let go of me.
if this isn't good for the Diamond Leader then will it be good for the Jokers..
Viktor: Oi! wheres my vodka!!
Cameron: You don't need vodka! You should be working!
Viktor: to work, i need my vodka!! *searches while wearing his Batman PJ bottoms and nothing more then that. his long hair is out of its ponytail so very messy and hair goes in different ways.*
Cameron: I need the alcohol content of it! -pouts rather childishly- So until I find more alcohol to disinfect wounds, your Vodka is mine.
First line correct "dear live." change it to "Dear life." Then I would like you you to separate the dialogue from the story. Such as this.
“Stop fighting with yourself Brother. It’s not good for your health nor for anyone else. So just shut up with yourself and relax!” Vladimir yells at me, hitting me in the back of my head then sighs. Looking at him I scoffed. (This separates the talking)
“ I don’t fight with myself, I just talk with the inner self! Nothing wrong with that!” I yell back at him wanting to hit him, but that would mean to release the ripped arm chairs and risk my life for this sadomasochist, like he wants!