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 Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 9:08 am
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra smiled almost sympathetically, as she could in fact feel his disappointment. The blonde knew that pretending to love somebody never worked. The affection had to work both ways or not at all. It was at this point that she noticed the subtle shift in the tone of his conversation. "Would it help you to understand, that you are the only person I trusted well enough to talk of my condition with?" Cassandra couldn't afford for his opinion of her to waver in the slightest. She needed him for employment, and an easy relationship would make things so much easier. She would do her best to ease his disappointment which in her experience never lasted long enough in men to be a real problem for her.
"Six, though twelve in the apartment all together" She confirmed with a small smirk. "In six different ways," She thought for a moment about the various men whom had come into her apartment. Only twelve had died in this room altogether, the rest of her work she committed elsewhere. Due to the sheer volume- even her German neighbour may notice something funny if every night she had five people enter her apartment. She chose her victims carefully, and made sure their deaths were suitable. Cassandra finished off her last potato before getting up from her chair and heading to her bedroom. She moved the bed a little so she had access to the safe where she pulled out a pink shoe box. She closed the safe and headed back to the dining room.
"I guess you could call this my... work experience," She said with a smile handing him the box. Inside were detailed files of the twelve men who had died in the apartment, each handwritten by yours truly with a neat hand in a calligraphy pen. The files included everything from names to birthdays to where they were when take that split up. Cassandra was meticulous in her research and knew all of her subjects well enough before they died. At the bottom of each file, was a line that read "Place of death..." followed by the precise location in the room in which they died. Amongst the files were also Polaroid photos of the men before they died, sat in the seat that Eddie sat in. Most were smiling, with a full roast dinner sat before them. On the back of the photograph would be their name and exact time in which the picture was taken. In the box also were twelve clippings of hair. Trophies. "I hope you like it," She beamed up at him. If anything, keeping evidence this valuable simply emphasised how confident Cassandra was that she wouldn't be caught-- of course Edward could also infer this as stupidity. She waited to see his reaction.
Out Of Oranges- I am delving into the darkest parts of my brain to write these posts xD
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 7:35 am
While Cassandra went to fetch the list, Edward turned his full attention to the meal she had made for him. Everything was delicious. Meals were made for him every day, but this one had a home made taste to it that his other meals were somehow lacking. Perhaps it was the atmosphere or perhaps it was a secret ingredient that he would be unaware of until it took its deadly effect... finishing his meal just in time, he looked up to Cassandra and mirrored her smirk, taking the files she was handing him. "You should have brought it to the interview." He replied with a chuckle. "Along with a sample of your cooking."
How strange, he thought, that she kept her list in a shoe box. It reminded him of how children would dispose of their precious family pets... funny that the lives of men were disposed of in such a juvenile and trinket-like manner. The thought amused him a little. Edward wrapped his long, thin fingers around the edge of the box and lifted the lid gingerly, setting it aside. Taking out the top file, he sat back and read over it... what a thoughtfully dangerous keep-sake... He thought, finding it intriguing that she would keep such incriminating information near her, and in a shoe box of all things. Seemingly fragile and unassuming as they were... much like herself. He turned the file in his hand to reveal the Polaroid of the poor soul along with a clipping of his hair. It was nearly enough to turn Edward's stomach and get him to lose the meal he had just had-- which held a frightening resemblance to the last meal of this particular unfortunate victim. At least he had a good meal before he died. His facial expression held a mix of fascination, contemplation, hesitation and disbelief as he continued to go through the files. It was the type of thing that was so twisted and morbid that he couldn't look away. With each man he saw sitting in his very chair with his very same meal, Edward felt a strange of exhilaration despite the undertone of fear that came with it... Cassandra spared no detail with her file, which only made him admire her more. With all of the notes and Polaroids in front of him and the empty box,
he thought for a moment if he now knew too much and if he himself was in danger of not making it out of her apartment without a slow and intimate death.
Taking in a calming breath, he looked up at her with a smile of admiration.
"Have I told you yet this evening that you have a beautiful mind?" He asked, searching her face... "No one would ever suspect you to be capable of such things upon meeting you. And even if you did come to suspicion, a shoe box is the last thing they would think to find any evidence. You aren't afraid of anyone, are you?" Of course she wasn't. She felt so little... Cassandra was truly in her own world. Alone in her insanity. Getting to his feet, Edward took her face in his hand and kissed her... parting, he smiled.
"Your victims die in such a more artistic and thoughtful way than any of my own. If you ever kill me, I trust you'll do it well. If not, I'll die offended."···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 1:55 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ,sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Perhaps she could feel pity after all... though it wasn't much to go on. Maybe that tiny extra beat of her heart had been her feeling... or, perhaps, she had merely imagined it. She smiled trying her hardest to mask her awkwardness before the discussion about the list ensued. "It's hardly something to carry around town on a night like tonight!" She protested playfully, folding her arms, a playful smirk set on her lips. She raised a brow as he mentioned her cooking, part of her was pleased that he liked it. But only as much as her little toe.
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Cassandra watched as he opened the little box. It was, in essence, her pride and joy. And she loved watching it grow over the years! She wondered how many boxes she would have filled when she was sixty. Or if she would expand. Would she need an extra room to fit them in? Who knows! The woman watched him closely, analysing how his emotions altered the expression on his face as he held each artefact. Notably his face grew a little paler as he held the photograph in his hand. 'Geoffrey Adderson, 1st April, 2013', said the inscription on the back. "Rich b*****d," She commented, nodding towards the photograph. He nose wrinkling slightly. "He was only interested in me after hours, wanted me because he thought I was rich too, when he showed up here, he nearly left me on the doorstep, if only he could see me now," She winked. Perhaps this sentence made her motives clear- though she didn't much care. She was an assassin, and if you hired an assassin you had to be prepared to pay up. She didn't do dirty work for nothing. Of course, she had managed to get Mr Adderson into her room, in order to make him some food and take his picture.
Cassandra smiled as he spoke, offering her the same compliment as before, and then expanding on it, providing her with his take on the way she killed. The woman took his question as rhetorical and ignored it, seeming as he seemed to answer himself. Cassandra allowed him to kiss her, buying into it she kissed him back for a moment before they parted. Nothing... again... nothing. With a little sigh, she listened to his final statement, his heart rate practically soaring as he spoke, she could just tell.
I wonder... She thought to herself placing one arm down on the table, and she rested her head in her right hand, so that it was cupping her chin. She spoke, as though it were the most ordinary request, and indeed it would be, if not spoken by her. "I wonder, dear Eddie, If you'd allow me to take your picture?" She asked, an innocent look about her. Though she was not planning on killing him, she merely wondered if even when she had explained to him her exact method of killing, the role play she went through every time she did this- would he still allow her to do such a simple task? To take his picture, on her little white Polaroid camera which sat behind him on the mantelpiece.
Out Of Oranges- I am delving into the darkest parts of my brain to write these posts xD
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 3:14 pm
Not one to let himself be tricked by others, Edward was cautious. It was more important to him that he kept three steps ahead of everyone else than to try to please a woman. This one, he knew, wasn't even capable of being pleased. As intelligent and as confident as Edward was-- he did feel and he had to acknowledge that this woman both frightened and excited him. Edward didn't want her to see that she had any influence on him and as much as he hoped she didn't know, he was suspicious that it was too late to fake it. He was not a trusting person and he knew that she only had her own interests in mind.
Camera in hand, Edward walked back to her and sat back in the chair. Setting the camera on the table, he slid it across to her. "I will let you take my picture-- but only if you win my little game." He wagered with a smile. "If you can guess the answer to my riddle, I'll let you take my picture. If you lose, then you owe me a favor." Letting go of the camera, he leaned back in his chair and watched her carefully with his keen, green eyes...
"A woman shoots her husband and holds him under water for five minutes... a little while later, they both go out and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?" He asked, waiting for her response.
···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 4:27 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ,sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra eyed him curiously. Yes she could feel his emotion, but she could never work out what they were thinking. It were the thoughts behind the emotions that baffled her. What went through one's mind when one was feeling. She watched him, his every move. Watching him as he watched her. It was clear, now, that the trust between them was wavering. Only Cassandra knew for certain that she was just playing a game with him, nothing more nothing less. Cassandra felt a need to prove herself to him... perhaps. He was paying her a large sum, so she might as well provide him with solid proof that she was suitable for the job.
Cassandra was pleased that he was willing to play with her, albeit he was attempting to change the rules- but both could play this game. "Are you frightened Mr. E?" She asked with a smirk. "You seem to be stalling," She thought for a moment about the riddle. She knew the answer almost immediately, he should have noticed that she had an eye for photography. The answer was that she took his picture with an old film camera, and held his image under water whilst it was developing. But of course, she couldn't give a straight answer. "Very well, I will play your game,"
"There are various answers to your riddle, but you of course are looking for something specific," She paused for a moment, resting her arm on the back of her chair. "Shoot doesn't necessarily mean 'kill'. She could have merely shot him in the foot by accident, and after having it bandaged they went out for a meal, passing by the... aquarium, I guess, for five minutes on the way there, holding him by the hand as they walked..." She smirked. "You also failed to mention which type of weapon she was shooting with, if she was shooting a weapon at all. Perhaps it was merely a toy children's rifle, or a plastic bow and arrow," Cassandra chuckled for a minute, before pausing to pick up the camera with both hands, inspecting it before she looked up.
"But no, it's simpler than even that," She paused, as if deep in thought. [b" If I am correct, you are speaking of an old film camera?" She questioned, though she was pretty certain she had the correct answer. "You got it in the wrong order. We had dinner first," She frowned dramatically before smirking at him. Then, holding the lens up to her eye she smiled. "Say cheese," She ordered, in a cheery, upbeat tone. When she moved the camera from her face, the square bit of film emerged. Before the picture had even developed, she pulled a pen out of her pocket and began writing his name. Next to the writing, her neat calligraphy writing, she drew a little love heart.
"Mr E. 21. 04. 2020"
After waving the image around for a few minutes, she admired her little picture before handing it over to Eddie. "A gift for you," She said with a smile. "You'd never be one of my collection. You're... different," Cassandra smiled, though her statement was only true until someone payed her more than he did for his head.
"That favor you asked for, what was it?" She asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. Even though she won, she wanted to know what he would have claimed as his winnings had she not known the answer.
Out Of Oranges- I didn't google this riddle #proudofmyself #ohshitdidIactuallyuseahashtag #itsmidnightimtired #g'night xD
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 7:29 am
In listening to Cassandra dissect the riddle so quickly, he was sure that she had solved it already and was simply letting him in on her thought process... she was more logical than the average person, which made cracking simple riddles perhaps too easy for her... I'll have to use a much more difficult riddle on her later if I truly intend for her to lose my game in the end... but this one was too suited for the occasion to pass over. He thought with a chuckle. When she arrived at the answer, Edward clapped. "Very good." He grinned as she teased him about the order of the riddle and made sure that he had good posture for her photograph. Looking to her, he smiled for the camera.
Edward leaned forward out of curiosity to see what she was writing... like the others, it was labeled, dated, though she added a heart flourish at the end. It would make a cute little trophy for her creepy little box. Or would it? Edward took the photo as it was offered to him and examined it. She had taken it from the exact spot she had all the others, giving it an eerie resemblance to the others. "How thoughtful of you. I'll have to frame it at home." He told her with a smile before sliding it into an inside vest pocket for safe keeping. "Lets hope it stays that way. For both of our sake." Edward would hate to kill her and would hate to be killed. He had far too much to do to make time to die.
"A detail that would have been wiser to find out before you agreed to play." He teased, though he admired her confidence. "You know I wouldn't ask you to do anything that would potentially harm you. Not until you complete your end of our deal, that is." Which was likely the reason she was fine playing his game in the first place. "If you had failed I would have had you sign a contract. I like playing games but I don't like sharing my things."
···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 2:00 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ,sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra smiled as he applauded her. "Fun fact, I used to teach English Literature, so one might say I'm good with words," She smirked, tapping her nose as though she were concealing a secret. Cassandra still loved reading, in fact the cupboard in the corner was filled to the brim with books. She'd read anything she got her hands on. It passed the time when she was alone with nothing to do- and reading about the lives of fictional characters was a distraction she could afford.
Cassandra anticipated that he would find the gift a little odd to say the least, but he seemed to accept it with open arms. His response was somewhat concerning. He was going to frame it? What kind of person framed an image of themselves? She raised a brow, was he over compensating in order to show a lack of fear? Who knows. Perhaps he simply liked looking at images of himself. Cassandra, was one of these people- she had simply assumed that she was narcissistic and had been told so on many occasions. But she was beautiful, she couldn't change that now could she!
Now, he seemed to be threatening her, turning the tables so to speak. She decided to call him up on it. "I understand a threat when I hear one Mr. E," She smirked, picking up an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table and taking a bite. Cassandra almost found this situation amusing. She had never had an opponent so fun to play with. If he were one of her victims,s he would definitely re-consider. It was strange to think that she had found someone she didn't want to see dead.
On the subject of the favour, Cassandra tilted her head slightly to the side. "Why would I have asked, when I knew I wouldn't need to know?" She asked him with a playful smile. "I am curious, what contract would that have been?" She took another bite of the apple. What 'things' were he on about? What could this contract be?
Out Of Oranges-
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 10:47 am
A smile crossed Eddie's face as she pointed out his threat. "I'm glad that you do. I am rarely direct but when I am I try to be transparent." It was undeniably arousing to watch Cassandra take a bite out of an apple with her usual playful smirk on her face. Everything about her exuded a certain dominant feminine confidence that he found very attractive and alluring. Pinning her down would be a difficult conquest but one he was thoroughly enjoying.
Eddie chuckled at her cocky rhetorical question. "Oh but clearly you wanted to." He watched as she continued to eat her apple... "A binding contract with collateral. I don't trust people to keep their word as the game changes. My contracts include incentive and are binding on both sides. " He himself was a stickler for his word and never went back on it. Others, however, he had learned were not so loyal. That being the case, he liked to keep his more dangerous associates as close as possible.
···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 11:06 am
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ,sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
She watched as he smiled, and she smiled too. Matching his emotional levels wasn't as easy as it looked, but often a simple smile would do. Cassandra felt only slightly uncomfortable with the way he was staring at her, it was as if he wanted something- but she couldn't quite place what it was. She was adept at reading emotion, but when it came to thoughts she sadly could not read them.
Casandra sat up placing the apple down on the table. "You're right, I was curious, I nearly got the answer wrong on purpose just to amuse you," She raised a brow at him as he explained what this contract was. It seemed as though our Eddie still had some trust issues- and she wasn't surprised after what she had shown him tonight. What exactly did he need her word for? That she wouldn't turn against him? That she would play by his sick murder rules? She looked at him briefly before speaking in her usual soft voice. "I don't think we are in need of a contract Mr. E," She sighed. "I have proved to you I am entirely capable of carrying out your so called tasks," Cassandra paused for a moment leaning forward on the table. "Unless I scared you," She laughed, holding the apple to her lips but not taking a bite. "I'd remind you, that if someone wanted you dead, you would have been dead not twenty minutes ago,"
Out Of Oranges-
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 8:10 am
A knowing smirk crossed Eddie's face as she leaned forward and reminded him of his vulnerability in her home. "I have a feeling that you and I are both accustomed to getting what we want," He replied, leaning forward. "I trust your ability, it's your loyalty that I question." Money seemed to be a strong enough incentive, but Eddie, like Cassandra, depended on emotions to get what they wanted. "You are incapable of feeling obligated. Incapable of being controlled through fear or flattery... it's unsettling." And honestly, made him wonder if he had made the correct choice in hiring her. Eddie hadn't expected her to be a wild card. He didn't like wild cards-- which explained why he never got himself involved with lunatics like the Joker. "Perhaps the money, the morbid nature of your assignment and your curiosity will be enough for now."
···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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