just was wondering how your character would deal with the emotional drama
Victor: Park, stay calm, i'm going to get you out of this.
Park: I'm dying Victor...
Victor: Don't say that, it's happened before but you've gotten out of it
Park: Not this time Victor, my time has come, no more apples.
Victor: No, we can still get out of this, who did this to you?
Park: That's not important Victor... i'm leaving you all my possessions, and please tell everyone I say hi...
*Begins to tear*
Victor: I swear to you Park, i'll find the b#stards who did this to you!
"Everything is going to be ok, your fine!..Just...Just breath ok? Tell me about home you have a home right!? What was your family like? I bet they were proud...Your strong I know that, you can get passed this, you will be up in no time.....Hey?...." Friend finally lets out the final breath, and Puzzler tears up.
Bliss tries to help mangled friend up, but just screams in agony, he is broken beyond repair. Bliss paces back and force then screams while punching through a brick wall, the suit reacts with his anger. "I CAN DO MORE! I CAN HELP YOU! I CAN DO ANYTHING! AN-...Anything..." He walks back over to his friend and pulls out his pistol and presses it against his friend's forehead. "Im sorry...Im so sorry..." Then after hesitation, pulls the trigger.
first (rifles through pockets looking for money & anything worth of value) second, stab him again to make sure he did it properly the first time, then! making sure no ones watching, He would turn that frown up side down by mutilating a happy face. Then he would laugh & take pictures.
He'd warned Kyle never to come into the field. It was far too dangerous for the average person, hell, it was even dangerous for a psychopath like himself. Crowman knelt down and supported his dying friends head with a hand, keeping silent and dispassionately detached as the young boy blubbers out his last words, blood muffling his voice. And then, as his heart gives its dying beat, Crowman does something the world would think impossible. He smiles at the boy and nods his head reassuringly.
"You did good, kid."
"See you on the other side, kid." Adam stood up, breathing hard. His fists opened and closed as his nostrils flared and his eyes seemed to twitch. His vision faded to that friendly crimson, that Adam just realised was the same shade as blood. He stared at his friend's killer, his mouth a firm line on his face. The man dropped the gun and sprinted away, pumping his arms and his legs as hard as he could. "Run rabbit run." The red headed killer snarled, picking up his friends limp corpse and walked the other way.