Post by Akihiro Yamada on Apr 13, 2016 13:26:49 GMT -5
Aki narrowed his eyes as he listened to the man's drivel. He was clearly out of his mind, bouncing between talking to himself and throwing edged comments up to Aki. He didn't have the patience for it, not today of all days. This was why Walton handled the people, and Aki handled the killing. He had never been good at dealing with others, even back before all of this started. His relationship with Michiko had been highly dysfunctional, if it could even be called a relationship, but it had been his and from it, he got his daughter. Zac was the first person that he connected with in a way that he could relax, and he would be damned if he or anybody else was going to be put in danger by some madman with katanas. He mentioned a guy with a grenade going in, and Aki set his jaw in response. Walton had to be slipping to think it was a good idea to let them in, and he would personally drop them in a second if it ever came down to it. This was his home, even if it was warped, and he didn't want to let any more threats sprout within the community.
Aki listened in terse silence as he spouted off comments, insulted him twice. That music still looped overhead, grating on his ears, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shoot him and get it over with. It would be so much easier to just drop him, no damage done to his community. He knew that Walton may not like it, but Walton couldn't be found, and Aki glared at him with his gun aimed to perfection. But it was then that Zac came trouncing up the stairs, and he asked him if everything was all right. Aki let out a slow, quiet exhale, and spared a glance to him. "Some crazy bastard," he murmured to him under his breath, but loud enough so that Zac could hear it by his side. "Says he can't turn the music off."
Perhaps Zac would be better at negotiating than Aki was, because at that moment, with the music in his ears and the stranger's taunts intermixed, he lost his patience. Aiming the gun with expert marksmanship, he fired a shot next to his face. It just barely missed his ear, and as the bullet went whizzing past, it forced sound and wind, loud and angry, into his ear. "Here's the deal. You want me to come down?" Aki pursed his lips and stared down at him, his will strong. He wasn't about to kowtow to some stranger that just wandered into their midst and put everyone in danger. "You want into this gate? You turn the music off." He looked into his eyes, all business, not a single hint of mercy in his eyes. "Don't know how? Sounds a lot like 'not my problem.' Figure it out. I don't care if you have to bloody your fingers ripping the radio out. You turn that shit off, then we'll talk about you being let in."
He stood by Zac, letting the crazed stranger digest his choice. The snarls of walkers came to complement the ice cream truck's jingle, and as a few started to stumble out of the treeline, Aki saw a guard raise his gun to fire and he raised his hand to stop him. Waltonville was a great community, with expansive walls and guards on every corner. They could handle a few walkers that wandered over to hear the music. Either the man killed them and stopped the music, or the walkers killed the man and then the guards killed them. Either scenario looked like a win-win for Aki. He nodded towards the walkers as they headed towards the man and called down to him. "Some incentive. I suggest you work quickly."
Aki listened in terse silence as he spouted off comments, insulted him twice. That music still looped overhead, grating on his ears, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shoot him and get it over with. It would be so much easier to just drop him, no damage done to his community. He knew that Walton may not like it, but Walton couldn't be found, and Aki glared at him with his gun aimed to perfection. But it was then that Zac came trouncing up the stairs, and he asked him if everything was all right. Aki let out a slow, quiet exhale, and spared a glance to him. "Some crazy bastard," he murmured to him under his breath, but loud enough so that Zac could hear it by his side. "Says he can't turn the music off."
Perhaps Zac would be better at negotiating than Aki was, because at that moment, with the music in his ears and the stranger's taunts intermixed, he lost his patience. Aiming the gun with expert marksmanship, he fired a shot next to his face. It just barely missed his ear, and as the bullet went whizzing past, it forced sound and wind, loud and angry, into his ear. "Here's the deal. You want me to come down?" Aki pursed his lips and stared down at him, his will strong. He wasn't about to kowtow to some stranger that just wandered into their midst and put everyone in danger. "You want into this gate? You turn the music off." He looked into his eyes, all business, not a single hint of mercy in his eyes. "Don't know how? Sounds a lot like 'not my problem.' Figure it out. I don't care if you have to bloody your fingers ripping the radio out. You turn that shit off, then we'll talk about you being let in."
He stood by Zac, letting the crazed stranger digest his choice. The snarls of walkers came to complement the ice cream truck's jingle, and as a few started to stumble out of the treeline, Aki saw a guard raise his gun to fire and he raised his hand to stop him. Waltonville was a great community, with expansive walls and guards on every corner. They could handle a few walkers that wandered over to hear the music. Either the man killed them and stopped the music, or the walkers killed the man and then the guards killed them. Either scenario looked like a win-win for Aki. He nodded towards the walkers as they headed towards the man and called down to him. "Some incentive. I suggest you work quickly."