~Searching for Poisons~

Darius rolled his eyes as he pulled another one of those boring old books from John Green out. 'The Fault In Our Stars'. Yeah, this book was one of the 'Faults in Our Stars.' Darius rolled his green eyes once more and carried on looking for the book he wanted. A book about poisons and traps, the things he was intrested in most. He grinned as he slid a book out of an old mahogany shelf. He flung himself down in the corner of the library, hunching together and starting to read about old roman and greek traps, that were meant to kill slaves. He liked the skull crusher and the limb burner particularily, and carried on reading with intrest. His American Flag bandana kept his curly hair upwards, and he was wearing his usual Snake Charm necklace, that transformed into his spear, and his two poison daggers were also strapped to his side. He smiled as Caspar, his honduran milksnake, slithered across the floor next to him. "Hey there, Cas." Darius whispered and grinned. Caspar slithered up to his neck, and curled around him. Darius was also wearing some black and neon green converse, and a black t-shirt and leather jacket. His jeans were black, and fitted his slim legs well. One of his fingers slipped through his belt loop, and fiddled with the button next to it.

Darius barely noticed a girl coming into the library. He shuffled away a bit, not enjoying the closeness at all. Darius was never social. At all. He preferred the company of his snake or his cat more than anything else. He loved the feeling of silence, especially the silence people gave from them when they were dead. Darius flicked through some more pages and found more peculiar things. Caspar found more peculiar things like something that turned your head around 360°, or maybe even rip it right off, along with forcing a hot rod down you're...well, private part. Wow. Ultimate pain. He almost smiled at that, but Darius barely ever smiled, so he didn't. He flicked through some more, as Caspar hissed, and Darius knew he was hungry. He fished out a mouse from his pocket, laying it in front of caspar. Caspar was content, as he hissed in joy once more, and bit into the white, deep-frozen mouse. Darius hadn't had time to fetch real live ones, sadly. Darius realized Nyx, his black cat, had gotten in, and he rolled his eyes a bit. "Come here, Nyx." He whispered in a forced tone. Nyx strolled towards the girl, and Darius bit his lip. Nyx strolled closer.

"I wouldn't touch her, if I were you." Darius snapped, without intdending to. "Black Cats make you unlucky." He said and smirked a bit, but hiding it my raising his eyebrows, making it look like a cheeky smile. He called for Nyx, then scratching her behind her ear. Caspar slithered around Darius's neck, and he smiled at his Honduran Milksnake. He was a very trusty companion, after all. Nyx's green eyes shimmered in the bright light of the library, but flickered as she looked at Darius, as Darius's little corner was more on the dark side.

A smile began to spread on the italian boys handsome face, but he managed to contain himself. "Yes. Caspar is a great snake, indeed." He said, without any emotion or deep thought behind it. Darius always says what he feels, after all. "The cat's name is Nyx." He said and Nyx purred contently, as if to approve of Darius's introduction. Darius put a finger to his soft lips and raised his eyebrows in a slight, Stay quiet, will you, Nyx? sort of way.
Darius took a few screws from his pocket, examining the trap instructions on the dusty pages of the old book. He fiddled for a while, then took out some small bits of woods and an awl, and made holes for the screws to get into. He popped a dead mouse from his pocket into the machine, it's head sticking out, and cold blood flew across the room as the head of the mouse rolled onto the floor. He preferred using mice that were alive, but dead ones would have to do, after all.

"It is indeed." Darius said, eyeing the girl. "Andria, an intresting name." Darius then said. "My name is Darius, although I prefer to avoid introductions, really." He added the last words swiftly. "Epiales, if you're wondering." He said, no knowing if this girl would care very much, but if she didn't, he had to let her know that he didn't, either.

"No. I make them because I like to build." Darius had some secrets. He would have said that he loved seeing thigns flail around in agony, or maybe that he enjoyed feeling the life drain out of something. But he decided to wait. "What do you do in your free time, then?" Darius asked, whilst throwing Caspar another dead mouse to eat.

"So what?" Darius snapped, if she was trying to make a move on him, she would be rejected. He riased his eyebrows in question of what she would say next. He didn't care though, after all. Finally, he snapped: "Look, if you're trying to flirt, then that's a problem, because I can't stand that." He snarked the last part, adding speed to it, making an emphasis on it. He was trying to make it clear to this girl.

"You should know that I'm not friendly. I don't like the idea of people bonding together to form an alliance, or whatever the meaning of a friend is." Darius said, a small bit of his italian accent slipping into his words.

"I don't get along with anyone except my snake. Now, do you mind?" Darius said, smirking slightly, but hiding it well. He didn't like talking very much, and he was very caught up in his boom of traps.