Snippet #1602003

'Tony' continued to flip out, aparrently panicking out of control. It wasn't completely hostile in intent, seemingly spawning from pure panic. He tended to have problems with his panic disorder, combined with mild Schizophrenia, which made him rather reactive when in this state. However, after Tony had thrown one of the guards down, he felt something jab him in the temple. The shock to the pressure point made his vision tremble and he pressed one of his hands to the side of his head over the temple. With a groan, he felt his muscles just starting to give up.

After a moment, the look of terror faded into his usual smirk and rebellious defiance. He raised one hand, refusing to go down - Although before too long he would anyway, regardless of what he did to try and fight it off. With his raised hand, he curled all his long, thin fingers down except for the middle one. "Fuck you, dickmunch." he groaned, still managing to smirk and hold onto his vulgarity. He tried to force his muscles to become functional once more and be no longer frozen or weakened, but it failed and he stayed where he was, unable to remove anything - except for barely moving his arms, hands, and fingers. "Although, that would explain why you're so cocky." he said, smirk growing slightly. He had a crude sense of humor and way of speech, but he didn't seem to care all too much.