Mission!! Where's Muh Money!!

A male appeared at the outskirts of a little bar in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. He was to meet a person. Who you ask? He was to meet the Pimp. Yes, he was, A Pimp Named Kulade. The male slowly walked in to the bar, holding nothing but his own clothes and what ever items he had on him. He was destined to get this new breed of Mission. He was a testy little man, the Pimp. And it showed because of the nasty look on his face and the keen feel of a rotten aura flowed around him.

The male approached the pimp and simply stood there. His eyes locked on him. The blood of his veins pulsing through his body like the surge of a new kindled relationship. Though, both the Bijuu and his very own Alternate persona were fighting like always. He tended to ignore the both of them, as much as possible.

'You dare say that my logic is flawed? How foolish you rat of a being!!!!!' The Bijuu stated to Dark Levi. But of course, Dark Levi had a rebuttle. 'How Dare I what? Oh right, you think I was being an ass. Well I wasn't. Only stating the true nature of your rotten, foulmouthed, sucking, cow snorting, milk pissing, ear wax fucking, Eye gouging penis of a self stated that you were right. I was just agreeing with the fact that you were all of those things, and not right at the same time. That was all, dumb Bijuu.' He had said. Of course, this would just piss the Bijuu off but he didn't mind. It wasn't his body that was going to get harmed from the fight. But then again, Dark Levi didn't care much about anything. But he did care, for one thing. Dark levi suddenly pierced Seryth's mind and roared through, able to control his actions. And now, for this mission it looked like, HE would be taking it.

The pimp was here. His eyes cold and analyzing and his face furrowed with a look that said all too well he was oh so pissed. His body let off a snort and he leaned forward onto his gain and snorted, his nostrils flaring with an action only to be compared to a bull. It raged with dark eyes that stared down the man as he would let off a soft sort of scoff. "You the lil' punk-ass that's gonna find me my hoe?" He asked in a voice so rough and angry. His Adam's apple bobbing with a rough swallow of his own saliva. The length of his ivory came sort of twirled and tapped on the floor and he simply stood, checking out this man. Not in an interest way, but more of a way of disbelief. "Well beggars can't be choosers I suppose."

A hand rubbed along the length of his rough beard and he snorted again. His jay curl looking grossly juicy on his tan skin. Was he black or simply tan? No one could really be sure and beneath those layers of colorful clothes would be the truth. He shrugged his shoulders a moment, then ran one of his hands, the shining rings glistening as he pointed to the door. "Look let's make this easy. you go and fetch me my hoe. Teach her a lesson and if she refuse to come along you will recite the pimp's prayer. That bitch owes me money and I am hirin' you to go get it." His fingers glided along the soft striped fur of his jacket. He cleared his throat and continued. "And I swear to the almighty lord boy if I find a single dollar out of place you will feel my hand upside your head!"

The male scoffed back and yelled out to this pimp man named Kulade. His voice was of Dark levi, so it was pure evil with a hint of melon. I mean, not melon, just. Uhm, well never mind. Anywhoo, he yelled back at the pimp in a noisy way as he made his way out the door.

"Oh, that's FINE NIGGAH, I'mma DO JUST THAT. I'mma bring dat bitch back and when I do, you better not be skimping on my money, or I'mma bitch slap yo ass and make YOU be meh hoe."

Dark Levi said as he disappeared out the door. He was looking for the girl. No, she wasn't a girl now was she? Of course not. She was property, that's what hoes were. Property to Pimps. Dark Levi loved this whole situation. Though, the Bijuu didn't seem to like it at all. But that was assumed to be because he loved to argue most of the time anyway. 'Dumb Persona of which NO ONE wants to deal with. You need to GET out of this body one way or another. Because hitting a person, specially a woman isn't good. Why would you even THINK that sort of thing would work. That's a NO it will NOT time and I will not just sit back and watch you do it.' The Bijuu said. But of course Dark Levi had a rebuttal fairly quickly. 'Oh, you were sitting? I thought that since you were pawned by old no emotions, that you didn't HAVE legs anymore. Guess I was wrong. And for watching? Too bad, just sit quietly and watch anyway, that is, if you CAN sit.' He said to the Bijuu inside of him. It was odd really. The fact that a Bijuu was inside of Seryth. It made him sore just thinking about the fight he had with it.

The male stopped at a woman standing by a street corner. Was it her? Well, there was only one way to find out. The paper that stated the Pimp's name was all set in his pocket. He remembered what it said so that he didn't have to pull it out, but would if he had to. Dark Levi knew the Pimp's prayer all too well. He was evil after all, and knew a lot of things to get people to work.

"Are ya dat bitch dat's been givin' Pimp Kulade some uh dat trouble shit?"

The pimp scoffed as the man walked out of the room, shouting nonsense. "Yo better bring that bitch back here niggah! I'm countin the minutes it takes yo punk ass!" He shook his fist and then slammed the cane before turning to his other ladies. No not ladies, his hoes. "What yo all lookin at bitches? Standin here and starin and gettin me money! Get yo fat asses in gear and go make me some damn money before I show you all the meaning of pain!" He grumbled, rubbing his wrist and shaking his head as the veins in his neck protruded slightly.

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A woman stood at the corner of a street and an alley. Her body leaned against a building as she was talking to a person. It was simply a shadow. What gender? Who knew, it was simply a normal conversation the two were shooting the breeze. The figure was smoking and it could be seen as the smoke billowed lazily over the top of his or her head. The woman straightened her dress that was far too short. The red fabric reaching just low enough to cover her body and strapping with spaghetti thin straps around the back of her neck. Her hair was pinned back messily but in a sort of sexy-sophisticated way with the little hair sticks poking out of the bun-like structure. Her legs ended into strapped heels, a matching sexy red with the same sort of shine as the dress. So tight it showed her every curve.

At the sound of someone speaking, her head perked. The fair of her skin made up on her face as she frowned. The red lipstick on her lips almost too much. With the motion her earrings dangled. "Who the hell are you? I ain't no one's hoe! You tell that bastard I quit last Tuesday." She said in a tone that held no remorse. As if she had nothing further to say, she straightened the purse on her shoulder and continued shooting the breeze with the smoker. Acting as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, niggah, I did not call you a hoe. so now I KNOW you dat hoe. You commin' back wit me niggah. Before I pimp slap yo face."

He said to her. He was in the mood. He was in the mood to be rude and crude on top of making food for the bitch ass he loved. That made no sense I know, but still. The male sighed as he approached the girl. His body shifting as he was just wearing his cloak. Dark Levi loved this WAY too much. So much so, it was hard for Levi to take his body back under control. Until he got this out of his system, he most likely couldn't. But that was alright. It gave Levi some time to relax a bit and ignore everyone. But that wouldn't happen now would it? Of course not. His eyes focused on the figure that the hoe was talking to. It was an odd shaped being that smoked. What horrid thing. With in a moment, he would aim a punch at the thing, to knock it out. Then, he would sling it over his shoulder and turn back to the woman, letting the sack of fresh meat fall to the ground to ready himself for what would come next.

Then again, Dark Levi always did like things rough. And he hoped this hoe would make it rough for him. He wanted it REALLY rough. So much so, it would leave bruises and even cuts all over him. But that would most likely not happen, so he had to deal with the next best thing. What was that you ask? well simple. It was the very fact of pimp slapping that hoe back to where she came from, and the, oh yes and then, he would laugh because of her demise at how ugly she would now look. Everyone looked uglier with a red mark where someone had slapped them. Especially hoes with their pimps.

The woman was ignoring the man known as Seryth. She moved her body as if she were having a good conversation and perhaps it was, before it was so abruptly ended. Her eyes widened a moment and she staggered back in her heels as the man who'd approached her turned and punched the smoker. "The hell is wrong with you?!" She'd shout and straighten herself. Her dark irises staring at him like he were a madmen. Then again he WAS a madman. In disbelief her eyes followed his movements as he tossed the assumed dead figure on the ground in front of her. She scoffed and shook her head as she stuck her nose in the air. "You must be a deaf moron. I said NO." She stomped her foot, making the heel clack on the cement ground. Her arms crossed her chest and she turned her head, it was obvious she wouldn't oblige to his demands.

Her hand moved to her hair as she pretended to primp herself and turned away as if the man had never been there. Once again ignoring him. A hand flipped to her purse and she pulled out a little compact mirror. Her hands moving to dab a splash of white powder on her nose and in the air. Then she continued walking, slipping it back into her purse. "I have more pressing matters, you can tell the old bastard what I told you." She snarled unpleasantly at him. She didn't know who he was and nor did she care. She had no interest in going with this weird cloaked figure. Her heels clicking with each loud step. She moved relatively fast, but they did say hoes were good at moving in high heels and her four inch stilettos seemed to be no higher than a pair of sandals with her steps.

Dark Levi scoffed at this. It was an outrage. It was ludicrous. This was pissing him off. And he got pissed off easily let me tell you. He was now, more pissed than a chicken standing in the hole of an outhouse with a drunken redneck who just drank three six packs of beer. He was PISSED. So, he acted as he should have. Making that bitch see what was to happen.

"WHATCHU SAY NIGGAH!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?"

He yelled as he clasped his hands together. Then, in the next istant he was in front of her. A moment after that, he clasped his hands together and started to speak with a soft evil tone that was becoming of a pimp hard core on LSD and about to pimp bitch slap the devil in to his place of below himself. It was ON.

"Let us Pray the Pimp's Prayer. Lord, please pray for the soul of this bitch and guide my pimp hand and make it strong Lord, so that she might learn a hoe's place. Amen"

He said as he pulled his hand back, and let it fly. It would be enough force to smack the bitch on her ass and make her FLY. Feeling as though she was high on fucking crack cocaine. It was a smack that even the PIMP would feel it. But that was not all. Soon after, he would pick up the bitch, and sling her over his shoulder. Next, he would take the smoker who had dropped their cigar and place them over his other shoulder. From there, he would head over to the Bar, for another round. But this was not all. He was planning something evil and scheming. He wanted all the money he could get. He would enter the bar. From there, he would drop the hoe at the pimp's feet, slapped once. He kept the smoker on his other shoulder, it turned out to be female. An interesting female at that.

The woman had continued walking. It seemed this whole situation had been behind her. Was it the truth? No of course not. Little did she suspect this man to be a ravaging lunatic. Although how this escaped her no one really knew. It was a slap in the face obvious kind of situation and yet she completely ignored it. Talk about elephant in the room. As he clapped his hands together she stopped moving and looked around curious. Then he appeared near her and a prayer was recited. She let out a shout of pain as the sting shot over and through her body leaving a bruise at least. Her eyes watered as she went flying through the air and into a wall. Her face breaking her fall. She sobbed in pain and laid there before falling unconscious, simply limp in the man's arms as he threw her over his shoulder with ease. Even as he moved and picked up the other figure she remained unmoving and silent. Was she dead? Naw.. just really out of it.

As he would return to the bar, the pimp would be standing there. A hand on his cane as he arched a brow at his hired hand's return. "Took you long enough, niggah." He snorted before observing the two bodies at his feet. "You damaged the merchandise." A sigh of annoyance released from his lips before he shook his head and looked up. "As I recall I asked for one bitch, not two." Pointing to the figure who had turned out to be a woman after all, he proceeded to speak once more. "This bitch is not mine." His words were cold and seemingly harmless but his feet moved to nudge the cloaked woman. "I didn't ask for another bitch, you ain't gettin paid for bringin this hoe here." With that he tossed the money at the man and kicked the red dressed woman's body, muttering to himself.

And there it was. He was paid. Would this end his savage rampage? Well of course the fuck not. The male suddenly pocketed the money and aimed a punch at the Pimp. It would be enough to knock him out and most likely break some teeth if not dislocate his jaw. Basically, he'd be out of commission. From there, he took the out of it bitch first, and devoured her, leaving her clothes. From there he stepped on the woman who would most likely try to escape. The one he was supposed to bring here. Next, he would reach down and take the elegant cane that he would so like to keep.

aiming a kick to the pimp's gut, he would release his grip on the female. From there, he would devour her as well. And finally, he was left with the pimp. Dark Levi never really was the one for burnt meat, but he'd try anything once. With that, he started to eat the male alive. Deciding it didn't taste that apostatizing, he would rip the arms off and continually smack him with them. A smirk came across his face as he would then, with out warning, attempt to rip out his left eye. From there, he would precede to piss in his socket. Oh how releasing himself was good. It'd make it so he was able to feel better about himself, not holding in a full bladder. Of course, after deciding this thing was no longer apostatizing anyway, he would pick it up and place it in the clothes of the other two women that were devoured. After this, he would take one of the legs and snap it. This would make it unable to move. From there, he would drop kick the rest of the male in to the wall. And leave with these final words.

"Oh, you was talking all that BAD shit a minute ago. Then you got kicked in yo chest. YOU BEAT THE FUCK OFF NIGGAH!!! YOU BEAT THE FUCK OFF!!!!!"

From there, he would disappear, with his new, Pimp cane, pimp clothes, and a nack for not liking burnt meat. And for now, he wasn't hungry. This was a memorial, for all the little bitches. May god smite you, you little fucking bitches. Oh, but that's just Dandy.

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