[color=DarkCyan]Pierre Athene[/color]


Pierre rolled his eyes at Diane's incessant prattling; teamwork, cooperation, equality...bah, what nonsense. He took immense pride that his rather privileged childhood allowed him to develop the necessary skills to take life itself by the reins; these fools could never comprehend that people are just a means to an end...the broken ambitions of many inferior people lined his path to greatness. The world was not only filled with raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, and other such infantile notions.

He lit another unfiltered Gitane cigarette and took a few puffs to calm his hunger pains; afterwards he let it hang loosely from the right side of his mouth. It seemed like the reasonably attractive teacher gave the flare gun to the bearded hippie who was trying act all machismo and the like brandishing a revolver. Pierre released a snicker, was this some kind of joke; well, it was admittedly funnier then the so-called comedian. Speaking of McKenzie she was blathering on about finally having a job or something; he was being sarcastic earlier was she really this stupid? There was a special place in hell for people like her, but Pierre digressed. Springboarding off of Darla's sarcastic comment Pierre addressed this bearded fool. 

[color=DarkCyan]"Hold your horses Clint Eastwood you'll poke your eye out with that thing. I mean no harm kemosabe because as my lovely assistant suggested I would not waste my ammunition on any of you cretins. Oh, I see your one of those hippy-dippy, power to the people antiestablishment types." [/color]

He mockingly flashed the peace sign before continuing.

[color=DarkCyan]"Ha, that is rich; grow up and come to the realization that you are a misguided idealist spouting pie-in-the-sky nonsense. If I had a dollar for every time some idiot in a Guy Fawkes mask attempted to force their   Socialist ideology on me; would be..."[/color] 

The arrival of the so-called "Zombie Children" interrupted Pierre's monologuing. For a second he almost believed this nonsense about the walking dead, but this was obviously the work of some kind of plague. Poor people were vectors of disease because it was their lot in life to live in filth; however, that was beside the point as he would rather not lower himself to defend these idiots. As he began his slow slinking retreat backwards he readied his weapon and kept it aimed on the diseased children, Pierre would only fire his military grade machine gun if he himself was under direct threat and at the moment that was thankfully not the case. These meat shields would either fight off those sickly brats or they would die covering his escape.