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Feb. 19th, 2012 02:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Someone had insulted her.
Pig? Pig didn't care one but about him himself--no, they could call him names, they could call him whatever they wanted. He would sneer and flip them off and nurse his pint. He'd already been upset when he stepped foot in the damned country, and nearly being caught with a fake ID didn't help. He was down to his last 20 bucks when more trouble hit.
Rather, someone had insulted Runt.
Not directly, but Pig had been called 'friendless.' And that word enough was allowed to upset him. Especially given what he left behind.
There was blood on his face. He'd swung with his pint glass and someone had hit him over the head with something else--a cellphone?--and Pig lost it, tackling his 'oppresser' to the ground. Screaming. It was incoherent, but he was seeing rage, and by the time the police had come he'd nearly beaten the man to death with just his fists.
Alarming, how much damage an underfed, skinny 17 year old could could do to a 30 year old.
Pig? Pig didn't care one but about him himself--no, they could call him names, they could call him whatever they wanted. He would sneer and flip them off and nurse his pint. He'd already been upset when he stepped foot in the damned country, and nearly being caught with a fake ID didn't help. He was down to his last 20 bucks when more trouble hit.
Rather, someone had insulted Runt.
Not directly, but Pig had been called 'friendless.' And that word enough was allowed to upset him. Especially given what he left behind.
There was blood on his face. He'd swung with his pint glass and someone had hit him over the head with something else--a cellphone?--and Pig lost it, tackling his 'oppresser' to the ground. Screaming. It was incoherent, but he was seeing rage, and by the time the police had come he'd nearly beaten the man to death with just his fists.
Alarming, how much damage an underfed, skinny 17 year old could could do to a 30 year old.