Disclaimer:I dont Witch hunter robin. ... duh~!
a/n: im sort of mean to old people and all stereotypical and all, but I've actually had people talk about me in a similar fashion to this. so ya know.
plus i always thought it was funny/strange how the doctor who took care of Tokou described "Amon" as "ominous" or something. The word is like his name sake, geesh.
Attempt #2-
Chapter 3-
Amon stared down at his cell phone for a few moments before pocketing it inside one of the many folds of his trench coat. He told Michael he would find her, and he intended too. But he refused to call her, or get Michael's help. For some reason the hunter was feeling the need to hunt on his own. Even if it was only for his missing partner. He would have sighed if it wasn't such a telling gesture. The hunter raked a hair through his ebony locks and glanced around. Nothing unusual, it was a nice day. A few people were wandering down the sidewalk towards him, and a few more did the same across the street.
Maybe a walk would help him too.
He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass before taking his first step. He walked down the sidewalk towards a group of elderly people. Looking straight ahead he made his way past them. Barely even paying them any notice at all.
"Geez, look at that guy! He looks like a freakin vampire!"
"Yeah I know Martha, he looks so...so... ominous!"
Amon stopped short and glanced over his shoulder at the two women who were yapping back and forth to each other about... about HIM!
"Take a look at his clothes! He looks like he just walked out some cheesy sci-fi flick!"
"And he's so pale!"
"And he needs a haircut!"
"And a good shave!"
Amon couldn't believe this! What right did these women have to judge him? First off, they didn't even know him. Second there was nothing wrong with his hair, and he most certainly did not need a haircut. Nor did he have time for one. And most of all his clothes were FINE! How dare they?
He continued to stare at them as they chattered on and on, naming his faults one by one. Martha even began ticking them off on her fingers. Was this there hobby?
They too had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to discuss the matter at great length and detail. Amon found himself getting increasingly agitated.
These women are worse than Sagaki and Doujima on their worst day!
But still they continued on endlessly as Amon listened intently.
"I bet he thinks he's god's gift! Hmph! Well I'll tell you wha- Oh!"
Finally elderly wench #1 noticed that they had an audience and she actually blushed as she sputtered for words.
"What's wrong Mary?" Elderly wench #2 asked as she glanced in Amon's direction.
They both stared at him intently, their fear quite obvious on their wrinkled faces.
Amon watched them more for a moment, giving his best 'I'm going to kill you know, and you're going to die very very slowly' glare. Then out of nowhere he did the unexpected. Which was a shock even coming from him!
He smiled.
Amon smiled at the women who mocked him, and they both drew in their breaths sharply.
That was by far the creepiest thing they had ever seen.
It wasn't just a little smirk either. It was an ear-to-ear grin. His eyes even lit up a little. But the action felt strange and awkward to him so before they could say anything or the muscles in his face started to cramp he turned and stalked away. His "stupid, cheesy" black coat billowed behind him dramatically as he made his exit.
Mary and Martha looked at each other wide eyed, turned, and hauled ass in the opposite direction.
Robin ducked behind the pillar in front of Raven's Flat and giggled softly to herself.
Then she turned and ran back into the building.
a/n: im sort of mean to old people and all stereotypical and all, but I've actually had people talk about me in a similar fashion to this. so ya know.
plus i always thought it was funny/strange how the doctor who took care of Tokou described "Amon" as "ominous" or something. The word is like his name sake, geesh.
Attempt #2-
Chapter 3-
Amon stared down at his cell phone for a few moments before pocketing it inside one of the many folds of his trench coat. He told Michael he would find her, and he intended too. But he refused to call her, or get Michael's help. For some reason the hunter was feeling the need to hunt on his own. Even if it was only for his missing partner. He would have sighed if it wasn't such a telling gesture. The hunter raked a hair through his ebony locks and glanced around. Nothing unusual, it was a nice day. A few people were wandering down the sidewalk towards him, and a few more did the same across the street.
Maybe a walk would help him too.
He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass before taking his first step. He walked down the sidewalk towards a group of elderly people. Looking straight ahead he made his way past them. Barely even paying them any notice at all.
"Geez, look at that guy! He looks like a freakin vampire!"
"Yeah I know Martha, he looks so...so... ominous!"
Amon stopped short and glanced over his shoulder at the two women who were yapping back and forth to each other about... about HIM!
"Take a look at his clothes! He looks like he just walked out some cheesy sci-fi flick!"
"And he's so pale!"
"And he needs a haircut!"
"And a good shave!"
Amon couldn't believe this! What right did these women have to judge him? First off, they didn't even know him. Second there was nothing wrong with his hair, and he most certainly did not need a haircut. Nor did he have time for one. And most of all his clothes were FINE! How dare they?
He continued to stare at them as they chattered on and on, naming his faults one by one. Martha even began ticking them off on her fingers. Was this there hobby?
They too had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to discuss the matter at great length and detail. Amon found himself getting increasingly agitated.
These women are worse than Sagaki and Doujima on their worst day!
But still they continued on endlessly as Amon listened intently.
"I bet he thinks he's god's gift! Hmph! Well I'll tell you wha- Oh!"
Finally elderly wench #1 noticed that they had an audience and she actually blushed as she sputtered for words.
"What's wrong Mary?" Elderly wench #2 asked as she glanced in Amon's direction.
They both stared at him intently, their fear quite obvious on their wrinkled faces.
Amon watched them more for a moment, giving his best 'I'm going to kill you know, and you're going to die very very slowly' glare. Then out of nowhere he did the unexpected. Which was a shock even coming from him!
He smiled.
Amon smiled at the women who mocked him, and they both drew in their breaths sharply.
That was by far the creepiest thing they had ever seen.
It wasn't just a little smirk either. It was an ear-to-ear grin. His eyes even lit up a little. But the action felt strange and awkward to him so before they could say anything or the muscles in his face started to cramp he turned and stalked away. His "stupid, cheesy" black coat billowed behind him dramatically as he made his exit.
Mary and Martha looked at each other wide eyed, turned, and hauled ass in the opposite direction.
Robin ducked behind the pillar in front of Raven's Flat and giggled softly to herself.
Then she turned and ran back into the building.