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 Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 11:26 am
"My first?" he said, and had to think very hard, casting his mind back as far as he could. It was difficult because allmost all of them had mattered so little that they were barely landmarks on the map of his thoughts. It was like asking the first apple he'd eaten, he barely knew.
There was the first person he'd experienced die, and that had been his mother, but he hadn't killed her. At least not directly, maybe the stress had maybe -
He pushed the thought away.
"I failed a few times before I succeeded. If one discounts the attempt to run over my brother Leif since he didn't die, and discounting animals, then I suppose the first time was when I reached the US. I had just arrived and was alone, nothing but the few possessions I'd brought with me from the UK. I needed some things and in a very sketchy neighbourhood I snuck into a building and was caught in the act. I don't think they expected me to be as quick as I was. Killing someone is difficult, but it was a low income area, drug dens and the like. I suspect in the end no one missed the man I killed but I got what I needed from it. It just reiterated how physically exhausting it is to kill someone and how difficult to make sure they are gone."
He shrugged. "I never even worried after that about getting caught for that one, it was the most direct murder for a long time. After that I kept it to acceptable margins of acceptability, very old people tend to pass away without too much suspicion. It was low risk. Home invasions were much higher risk."
He shivered against Melvin. "But oh what a thrill it was. He was so much bigger than me, taller, stronger and no doubt would have returned the favour if he'd overpowered me, but the difference a sneak attack and a good garotte makes."
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2017 5:14 pm
Lawr's home life was strained, and he wondered aside from the biological if his family shared similar genetic disorders that made them all horrible to one another. Lawr's father had been a spot for him, and his brother was also there. They didn't talk about Lawr's family often, as it was something that never was a comforting topic for the other man. An attempt at running him over seemed more like the rash actions of a teenager to some, but given the person and topic, he knew it had more determination behind it. His mind also remembered the time they were children with Larry in the minipet lab, so the animals were not a surprise. He wondered how many neighborhood pets went missing whenever Lawr's family moved in.
The first time Lawr killed seemed more like a surprise, a mistake of a bad decision out of desperation for money to live that turned ugly, but other men might have talked about it with regret that they killed a man when invading his home. Instead, Lawr justified the deaths that they were from bad neighborhoods and in turn deserved these deaths. A blessing to society to be removed, not to be missed and clearly to if he wasn't caught. Even moreso, it was talked about in the distant way a man his age might talk about his glory days on the field, making touchdowns to the applause to the entire town and sweethearts. To be prized and know the height of glory and achievement.
"You are good at sneaking about. To be quiet and moving from a roof even before you became an owl. Maybe that would be good to know. To be quieter, concentrate on breathing, to be in the moment. It could help me." But then again, Lawr had years on him, and his sloppy attempts would go noticed by the cameras as he learned. "Though real life experience is far better than whatever Sun course they might have."
"I do much better moving in water than most."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2017 9:35 am
"It's something you get pretty good at when you have a sibling who wants nothing more than to mess with you at any given time of the day. I learned pretty early how to move quietly and climb when I had to. It does serve you well in the long run when it comes to surprising people. Humans on the whole aren't very observant creatures, we don't have much in the way of peripheral vision and in low light anything short of strong silhouettes don't provoke much of a startle reflex. People also live in a false sense of security where they tell themselves it will never be them. They are pretty helpless generally and willing to trust with a little bit of interest in them."
He shrugged. "I daresay normal humans would be too easy for us now, given the weapons, and perhaps that's why its more sport hunting horsemen and students. Ideally I would like to find a way to kill them just as permanently as they kill us. I think that would certainly make the game a lot more enjoyable. See some real fear in their eyes for a change."
He nodded. "Yes though, no surprised you are good at water given that you are basically the ambassador of Atlantis at this point, something which is completely ridiculous by the way and I cannot believe this whole place even exists."
"But I will admit that I used to fantasise about going out on the hunt with you, back when things were admissible. Sharing the satisfaction in all the ways imaginable."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2017 12:52 pm
"I got into a bar fight my first year here as a hunter. I was exhilarated to take down so many guys who I never would have started a fight with before and would have resigned myself to getting knocked out in one punch. Their faces just dropped when they saw I could take a hit and could hit back. They must have thought I trained in some secret art form on the weekends." He said, laughing at the memory. "But as a hunter now after this long....I probably could kill a man with one punch. It's less fun thinking about it that way. That people are so brittle when oftentimes I feel hunters are brittle with what we face."
He looked over at Lawr, using his fingers to try and fix his hair. With the water he gave him and what limited supplies they had, his usually glossy, bright hair was duller now and suffering for it. At least Melvin had things to stay clean and a mirror to make sure he looked well. Lawr probably would hit him if he gave him a mirror for him to see how badly he was going downhill by being in the cave. He hadn't shaved in a while.
"Where would you take me? What did you imagine us doing together?"
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