Ryu’s mood, as usual for this time of the evening was dark and annoyed. He never liked this time of day. When the city is winding down. Mostly he never liked being off the streets period. So he was edgy. Well Edgier then normal really. He wanted out of this warehouse and onto the streets that had birthed him. Ryu never felt comfortable inside. Racking his hands through his hair feeling utterly trapped he glowered angrily at the dust covered walls. His eyes narrowed to slits. He drew the strands of his hair back and braided it into a tight braid. That would keep it out of the way. It was quickly becoming too dark to see inside the building, but that didn’t bother him. Ryu was used to that. This small hellhole was where he’d taken a few hours of rest. He’d needed it. Gah he was fucking tired and it was pissing him off. Could this day get any fuglier. Sleep had always alluded him, but none more so then right now. Edgy and infuriated with his inability to sleep he pulled on his coat, which he’d been using as a pillow, disgusted with the scars on his arms. He always hated to look at them. They got under his skin. One of the many reasons he always wore the coat. He pulled up his mask. Time for business. He pulled up the hood of his coat and grinned dangerously. Oh yah this was just what he needed. Blood and violence. Bring it on baby.<br/><br/>Ready he checked his weapons and once satisfied headed out on foot too meet up with the others that would be doing this shindig. Silent as always he greeted the others with nothing more then a nod and fell in with the gang members heading out. Ryu loved the upcoming part best. The snatch and grab was the boring part. He really hopped the guy was a screamer. Relishing the thought of the upcoming torture his eyes gleamed with satisfied pleasure. His blood running high with anticipation he fallowed the others as they got ready for the takedown. The sounds of the streets around him and the press of the crowds like a balm for his soul. Ryu thrived on these dark streets and it was where his heart truly belonged. He loved the way the darkness felt around him and the press of bodies. The blinding lights that polluted the sky. The smell of pollution and garbage, unwashed masses and fresh food. Yah these were what Ryu’s lifeblood was made of.<br/><br/>Blocking the escape path he watched with a bored uninterested stance at the man was apprehended. Itching for a fight he fingered the blade in his sleeve. His body tensing and ready in case the guy rabbited. He didn’t get the chance for the fight he ached and yearned for. Slightly disappointed he let his thoughts wander away anticipating the torture that was bound to be a lot more entertaining then the take down had been. Seriously kidnappings were boring work. If he wasn’t always weary of attacks he’d have slept through this part on his feet. It wasn’t the type of thing he enjoyed. No that was coming though. He could already taste the blood. Already feel it flowing over his fingers. Yah that was what he wanted. To feel the bones break and the blood flow. Sanity doesn’t run very deep in his gene pool. That’s for certain.<br/><br/>Fantasizing over these thoughts passed the time quickly until the man woke and the beating began. Ryu watched his boss work with a look of bloodlust deep in his black eyes. The grin that was spreading across his cold emotionless features was hidden by the red leather mask obscuring the lower half of his face. None the less it was evident that he was enjoying watching this. And when he was called to the task two blades flew into his hands with a flick of his wrist. Bring on the blood baby. Like a predator he stalked forwards and laughed sinister and deep. Silently thanking his boss for this opportunity to let his inner fire burn.<br/><br/>“You should have talked, ‘cause now your mine bitch and I don’t play nice like,” Ryu’s voice was deep and his words laced with pleasure and anticipation. He twisted his blades as he walked forwards until he pressed one against the man’s throat. “So you gunna talk or do I get to have some fun?”<br/><br/>And just to make his point he drew a thin line down the man’s left collarbone with his other knife, a shallow cut that would hurt, but wouldn’t leave a mark when it healed. A dark deadly gleam appeared in Ryu’s eyes indicating that he was ready, willing and delighting in the things he could do with his blades.