Recreation Room

@S-Hiyuu When the fist collided with his face, Onew's grip didn't release the slave's wrist, it simply gripped on tighter. The impact was dead on and he knew that his face was most likely going to be bruised for a few days after this. Onew looked up and raised a brow at the male who he was holding onto, "Oh no one's stopping you. Don't be mistaken. Its just, you need to pick on someone of your own size." Onew said lowly, landing a punch dead onto the middle of the slave's stomach. As the other hunched over, Onew watched the rest of the slaves disperse out of the room. His arm locked behind the male's arms and Onew dragged the kicking and screaming male to the other side of the room, where they weren't going to break any of the equipment. He released the male and stepped back, raising a brow, "That was a very rash thing for you to do." he commented, not making any other effort to get closer or away from the slave. "You can't just punch someone and get away with it."
As defiant as the other male looked, Onew's gaze on him didn't budge, letting him swear at him all he wanted. When he wanted to hit Onew, the Master didn't stop him. He simply stepped out of the way, waiting for the male to wear out his energy. He felt the slight stink in his jaw from earlier, but Onew didn't show it. He'd have to deal with that later. For right now, he figured that he'd have to deal with this slave. If not, his face would probably not be the only bruised one over the next few days.
Damn it, why couldn't he just play on the game console like he had planned to?

@M-Onew The slaves in the room looked at each other, begging one another to help the slave that was currently getting wailed on. Hiyuu was relentlessly dangerous. They all knew, when he first showed up, he was dangerous to be around. The first day here and he had pissed off more than his fair share of masters, and suddenly had become a slave driver... even if he were a slave himself. They stayed out of his way, stayed mute when he was around, and never ever talked to him. Even approaching him would bring about a world of hurt they didn't want. The purple haired male was a force to be reckoned with and the other slaves wondered if there was someone strong enough to put the male in his place. Lord knew that he needed it -- they needed it. They certainly didn't want to deal with his attitude so long as he stayed there. And they certainly felt bad for the male within his grasp. Hee was bleeding and crying, very much on the verge of giving up his life. "P...please," he whispered, voice barely able to raise above that level, "I s-said I was...sorry." And that's when half of the handful of slaves left the room when they looked at Hiyuu. A smile -- if it could be called a 'smile' -- stretched across his face and he suddenly did not look... human. Hearts stopped as the male radiated pure murderous intent.

He lifted the fallen male up, so close to his face so that his own, tobacco laden breath could fan across his face. Hiyuu spoke up, "you think I give a ? Don't you know not to get in my way? You're getting what you deserve." So caught up in the adrenaline of the catch, Hiyuu failed to notice the other presence in the room. A hand grabbed his lifted arm, and pulled him off the bloody slave. Enraged, the male turned his anger on the one who grabbed him and twirled around, fist landing against the unknown male's face. Smirking, he scoffed. "Good for you. Shouldn't have ing stopped me..."


[ it's perfectly fine~ <3 *^* ]

@S-Hiyuu Onew was walking around, his music player in his hand and one of his earbuds in his ear. He wasn't in the mood for much company, but he had thoughts about heading down to the recreation room. There was a game console down there that Onew had wanted to try out for quite some time. Since he didn't have to work today, Onew found the timing perfect to go and do what he didn't get many chances to do before. He made his way to the wing where entertainment and other past time rooms were built and he saw the sign of the door that said clearly : RECREATION ROOM. Onew's eyes furrowed when he thought he heard something, or rather someone inside the room who seemed to not be in the best of moods. Followed by that were a few grunts of pain and a cry, almost as though there was a struggle to break free.
Opening the door carefully, Onew looked in. What he saw was quite the bloody scene. It seemed as though there were two males who were fighting. Actually, it looked more as though one was hitting the other in whatever ways he wanted without having the other fight back. Onew couldn't stand to watch and he ran up to where the more dominant male of the two was raising his fist to lang another punch and Onew grabbed the arm, pulling the two apart and breaking off the tussle.

((Sorry for the late response! ><))

@M-Onew All he wanted to do was play a round of pool. How did it end up like this? His hand fisted in another slaves shirt, the slave before him had a cut on his lip, and his cheek was sweeling. Unfortunately, Hiyuu did not know his own strength and had effectively broke another person's nose. He was huffing for air, skin tingling with the anger that boiled his blood. Adrenaline made drums ring in his ear. With his hand pulled back, ready to reel forward and connect with the slaves already ed up face. How this started, Hiyuu could recall clearly. The slave had bumped into him as he was about to clear the green top and made him hit the white ball into a pocket. That made Hiyuu lose control, and he whipped around to grab the slave by the collar. Thus, the tussle began and that is where they ended up. Other slaves cleared the room, a few stayed behind to watch the purple haired male wail on the poor unfortunate soul.

walks to video games, picks mortal combat