EVIDENCE , ------------------- Sev.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

There was a blankness for a moment after the pause. Like he was entranced by something so magnificent. Lars was amusing him. His bitch did the same thing with their lame attributal attacks and how much they thought of themselves. Maybe Sevanni was so full of himself that he too did the same thing. "What the fuck do you want to get out of this?" His chest had sunk in as he went backward.

"I just don't see where the fuck you're coming from. You have no real good reason to dislike me whatsoever, not that I'm looking for reconciliation," Sevanni chuckled. The strange thing was, he didn't really have a problem with him, all except his mouth. The little brat needed to be put in his place. But he simply chuckled.

"I just want some mother fucking clarification is all." He couldn't stop wanting to laugh. It was rather amusing when you thought of it. Why they were here....now, all of a sudden and in this position.

Now would be the time when he expelled air and tried to suck in as much as possible. Both of them were immortal, and he knew that it was unlikely that either of them would die on that night. But it was fun to play in the sandbox with the kiddies. Larsy was no exception. Something inside of him made him want to dunk his precious Giz's head in a toilet and flush it over and over again with her cheek pressed against water ruse and waste. She would make shit a new style. Pity she had a bad sense of it already. Her and Rose....The two should attend a seminar on how not to dress. He would mention this soon to both of them.

"Why I do think you want to solve this mystery Scooby." He chuckled, shaking his head from side to side, gaining thoughts together. It was a lost cause. Fighting him. Especially in Central Park.

"I just think you need to learn some manners is all....Geesh....I didn't think you were going to wha wha on me like some infant in the middle of a fight." Harshly spoken like some big father figure. Piff on him. But he chuckled again. "It's been fun though.....you're rather entertaining....." Yes, the boy could entertain. Maybe he should trap and cage him like a couple of others he thought were entertaining.

Sevanni regained himself, standing firm on potted soil and pressed in grass. "How would you like to live in a cage?" He asked with much sneakiness in his voice. As if it were a vicious lure to the fish who swam in an ocean of Lars. Catch the worm.....He already had.

[Ellie]

There comes a fine point when dealing with a nuisance when you realize you shouldn't attempt to get much else out of them and just play it your way. Lars was at the point. He'd attempted first ignoring the fuck. Then poking at his aggression. Lars even resigned to just playing along with the bastards wants. But alas - he figured he cold have called himself a fool for expecting too much out of Sevanni Black. Back to the drawing board.

At least he'd gotten his fucking answer. So they guy thought he had an attitude problem. Get in line. But just his tone with the rust rubbed Lars the wrong way, authority figures had never suited him well after all. Part of the problem, after all, was the lack of a father figure - someone to actually put him in line when he had done wrong. You take that away and you get Lars. Simple as that. So at this point, someone trying to adopt authority over him just made Lars dislike them even further. Try and lean on a stubborn horse to move and see what will happen. Instead of simply side stepping like an obedient broken horse would, your stubborn one will simply push back harder.

With a purse of his lips and turn of his back Lars started off back in the direction of the path without a word. Fuck cages - his words were a meaningless drawl that Lars didn't care to respond to. He sounded like some evil cild tripped up on acid. Sad thing was the pervert actually lived out his fantasies of dungeons and cages and 'pets'. It was all too abhorrent for Lars's mind. Maybe it was just that Sevanni was older in years, just the way culture had structured their minds. Whatever it was, Lars refused to be caught dead on the same level. With an eye roll and some movement of his hands, Lars spun back around, now about twenty meters away from his target.

Sure he had his gun out again. He was just frustrated at this point. He wanted to go home, schedule another plane and just get the fuck out of this boring little escapade. Three shots fired - barrel pointed at the wide target of the antagonist's chest. Lars wasn't wasting time with fripperies now, he was ready to empty a clip into the man and be on his way.