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 Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 8:04 pm
The room was very ordinary, very clean.
Very easy to tell it'd been swept.
Hastily, Ret hoped.
He wandered around the room, moved past the bookcase, opened the writing desk...
Inside was a human finger...on a keychain.
Revolting.
The P.I. shut the drawer disgustedly, and pulled a small spray of Luminol from his trenchcoat. Latest police technology. Stolen last Thursday.
He went to work.
For a moment, it seemed that it wasn't working, until Ret realized that there was no contrast between the glow of Luminol and floor simply because there was no unbloodied floor.
Luminol shows any blood ever on any object as bright blue when view through the correct glasses or light. Ret's UV light showed that the entire room had been completely bathed in blood.
Someone had painted their room with human blood.
There were even paintings of people and cartoons on the walls.
Someone was also very effective at cleaning up after themselves.
And Retloc intended to find out who.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 3:37 pm
Ksrugi started as someone entered his domain. Company perhaps? But no, not like this, he just simply wasn't ready. All of his traps had been set off by past visitors and he hadn't had the time to fix them up again.
"Damn, oh well...I'll leave them a momento before I leave."
Ksrugi stood abruptly and set the pieces he was working on to the ground, spilling body parts everywhere and staining his white shirt with blood. He moved towards the door leading to the bathroom and opened it, the butcher shop-esque scene in the bathtub doing nothing to him. He merely kicked open the window and quickly scrawled a note down using a rib, toilet paper, and using blood as ink. Note You're a little too late whoever you are. Why should you mess with my fun? I'm just helping this city in what I do.
And then he left, slipping out of the window and escaping by sliding down a pipe running down the side of the building. He got into his car, a hearse painted a dark blue, and drove off.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 7:38 am
She was halfway down the alley when the figure attacked. Her body tensed and she lashed out with her umbrella. Her attacker hadn't expected this and fell back out of surprise. She held the umbrella to his neck as if it were a blade. She scowled, the thug had picked a very bad time to mess with her. He made a grab for the umbrella trying to pull her down, but only suceeded in enraging her futher. She brought her heel down on the man's jaw.
"Get out of here before I really hurt you..."
He whimpered, what she could only assume was an apology. She lifted her foot and he hightailed it out of there. She waited until he turned the corner and was out of view. Her scowl turned back into a frown. She turned and made her way down the alleyway. She didn't want to sitck around incase he came back with friends.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 4:00 pm
((So this is an entirely alternate dimension where Site B hasnt existed yet? Oh snap I am going to have so much fun with this... oh andn thank cripes people are starting to make their own roleplays, I was running out of ideas... now all I need is a good way to intro to all this...))
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 5:06 pm
Ksrugi was still grinning like a madman, the portable version of his home was already set up in his hearse. In the passenger seat, one singular mass was assembled to help it look like another person was occupying the vehicle. It was utterly grotesque. Many different people had been killed and their body parts had been hastily sewn together to create the puppet of long dead flesh. The meat was well salted so it could double as a traveling companion who would never reek, or a tasty snack on the road.
"Where oh where should I go now? My apartment's gone, whoever that was is bound to get the police on my trail. Where to go? Where to go now?"
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 10:08 pm
Ret took a last look around before leaving in a stormy fit.
Mood matching the weather, he marched down the sidewalk, not even noticing as a dark-blue hearse squealed past, splashing sheets of water over him. He was too deeply in troubled thought.
Who could've done this?
This didn't match the patterns of any perps he knew of...
He snorted a laugh.
If he could get this guy on his own, sick freak that he was, he'd get some great publicity. Hmm....a good rep's always a good thing.
No cops.
But...right now there was nothing to trace anyways.
Time to head down to the Speak.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 4:31 pm
She pushed open the door to her apartment. The numbers 731 were printed neatly across the door. She slipped off her boots and placed them near the door. She stepped into the kitchen. Letters adressed to Annabelle Morgan were spread out on the table. She had barely sat down when there was a loud pounding on her door accompanied by a booming voice.
"MS. MORGAN!!! MS. MORGAN!!"
There was a brief pause followed by more knocking.
"OPEN THIS DOOR!!!"
It was the landlord. Annabelle shot up and was at the door in seconds afraid that he was going to break the door in. She tore the door open the landlord's fist was mere inches from her face.
"You're rent was due last week, Ms. Morgan."
She pulled out the money she had recieved earlier and shoved it into his outstretched hand. Annabelle watched as he counted it making sure it was all there. His greedy eyes shown with glee.
"Good. Next time this happens you'll be out on the streets."
Annabelle practically slamed the door in his face. She locked the door tightly and made her way back into the kitchen...
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 4:54 pm
Ksrugi braked in front of a rather small home, set into the ghetto of the city. He took the time to change from his dirtied work clothes into something more respectable. A nice, black suit and a fetching fedora perched on his head. He took a moment to administer some Visine into his eyes, he had to be observant or he'd be sleeping in his car tonight.
Ksrugi opened his car door and stepped outside, no one paying him any mind. He brushed off a piece of neon green hair from his shoulder and walked towards the home. He paused in front of the door, sighed, and then knocked on the door. One beat...two beats...thr- A large portly man opened the door and glared at Ksrugi with bloodshot eyes. He opened his mouth and the smell of alcohol and marijuanna quickly assaulted Ksrugi's senses.
"Wha?"
Ksrugi bowed and then looked at the man with sad eyes, like that of a young man when he lost his lover. The look seemed to glow with an aura of depression as Ksrugi began to speak.
"Hello Mr. Warburton. You don't know me, but I was your wife's nephew. Auntie Jessica passed away recently, didn't she?"
The man's glared broke and it turned into a look to match Ksrugi's. His eyes widened and he gave way to Ksrugi, nodding.
"Oh yes, have you come to offer good will or summat like that? Come in lad, come in."
Ksrugi bowed once again and stepped inside, taking a moment to take his shoes off before he stepped on the carpet. He walked into the livingroom as if he knew the home by heart and he sat in a large armchair, running his hand on the cushions.
"Ah, auntie Jessica's favorite chair..."
"Yeah, she liked to sit there and read on cold days. I'll miss her."
"How long ago did they find the body?"
"A week ago. They found what they could. Some sick b*****d left one of her legs and her ring finger in a locker at the high school."
Ksrugi tried to suppress a grin. She had been one of his finest work, he should have been glad to get those parts back. Ksrugi didn't need them, they were excess parts.
"Oh God, who could be so terrible? Uncle Warburton? Where do you think she is now?"
Ksrugi stood and walked over to where his "uncle" sat and knelt next to him, staring into his red eyes. Warburton was silent for a second and didn't say anything. Then, something crept into his face, first surprise and then anger.
"Wait....Jessie told me she had been adopted. How could y-"
And then Ksrugi's hand shot out and held onto the poor man's windpipe. The man's eyes flew open with surprise and he fought to get Ksrugi off, but it was already too late. Ksrugi withdrew his hand, he had already crushed the man's windpipe. He'd be dead in a matter of minutes.
"Oh, Uncle Warburton, don't worry about such small details. Does it really matter when you'll be see your dear Jessica in no time at all?"
Warburton's face lost all civility and changed into something resembling primal rage. He tried to stand, but fell to his knees and then lost the support in his arms. He laid on the ground, staring up at Ksrugi with a glare that could freez helium. Ksrugi's grinning face was the last thing he ever saw.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 4:47 pm
The sounds of glass smashing spilt over onto the street corner, as did the grunts and yells.
"GET THAT b*****d OUTTA 'ERE!"
"WHAT D'YA THINK YOU DOING BOY!"
"DAMN IT- TWAS MY PINT YOU JUST FELL ON a*****e!"
Not very friendly, then again, in this day and age, and especially in this city, who was?
A body flung forth from the swing way doors of the pub, all aflail with limbs and extremities. A mess of skin and bone, of hair and of clothing. A mess otherwise known as Tao Tze. A son b***h from the hardest parts of the city- born and raised in a hell hole and so accustomed to the backdoor ways of the underworld that he wouldnt survive an hour in reputable society. He dragged his sorry carcass off the street cobbles and stood up.
"YEAH ******** YOU TOO BUDDY!"
As he wiped off his lip, now plastered in blood, he sniffed heavy, inhaling the fumes of the industrious facilites which had ravaged the atmosphere of late.
"I love the smell of chemicals in the evening."
He whispered to himself, little knowing that the first step he set onto the road could well be his last. He was c**k sure, certain he could do no wrong. Positive he was right. This tended to rub people the wrong way- he didnt care though, he didnt give a toss about anybody but himself.
The metal heels of his steel plated boots clanked on the road. A noise. Distant. Moving fast.
SSSSWWWWWWWWWWWWOOO--SMASH--SCREECH--THUD
A sickening clunk.
That was the sound of Tao Tze being hit by a car. His body flying into the air and then crashing into the ground.
"We told, you little s**t, you dont screw with Micky Porelli!"
The words seemed lost on the dazed and trashed Tao, who now lay in the street, with a front row ticket in his back pocket for a one way trip to the depths of hell.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 1:12 pm
Glass shattering overhead.
Fireball plumes exploding from buildings.
The usual city fare.
Ret knew how things ran in this kind of neighborhood. You keep your head down and your ears open and you might make it through alive.
You might.
Ret could usually make his way in and out with out any more than a bullet graze and a whole lot more guilt, but he didn't know how it would end today.
Then again, who could?
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 1:18 pm
The shots rang out from the left and the right.
budum budum
Ret's body bucked twice as the bullets found home.
He went down hard and fast, blinking slowly through the numbing, blinding pain crawling slowly from his chest.
He heard boots crunching and twisting as they came toward him, as though each step towards him was as disgusting as so many maggoty cigarettes to smash.
A slow draw on a cig. A short conversation.
Ret's eyes were open.
He saw the darkness rushing up to meet him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 3:10 pm
"Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling..."
Ksrugi sang London Derryair quietly to himself as he stuffed the last piece down the food grinder. That was the last of Mr. Warburton, it had taken the better part of two hours to stuff the man into the tiny food grinder. Ksrugi didn't complain though, he had all the time in the world to work and this home was luxurious as it was. Despite the entire place being littered with bottles of alcohol and joints long passed smoke, it was a good work atmosphere, like an old country home. Ksrugi finished off and washed his hands thoroughly, taking time to clean the blood off of his arms. He opened the nearby fridge and his face lit up instantly. It was filled with left overs, they'd be simple enough to microwave, and an assortment of drinks. Lovely, he thought.
Ksrugi took a moment to stuff Warbuton's wallet into his pocket and began helping himself to generous portions of macoroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and a rather large piece of steak. He stuffed it all into the oven at 350 degrees and then waited. Yes, things looked grand, things always seemed to be going his way.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 4:45 pm
Ret woke, surprisingly, in a pool of warm blood. The fact of where he woke wasn't surprising, but the fact that he had woken was very surprising. He ached everywhere, his head throbbed, and he felt....cold. His jacket was gone. Who'd taken his trenchcoat? Ah. His wrists itched. Rope. Ah. And that would explain the ache in his WHAM
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 5:02 pm
Ret's world exploded. His head jerked to the left.
Pain again. The fist smashed into his head twice more.
"Hope that got your attention, 'cause you sure got ours."
The thugs sounded like they were having fun. They were.
"Boss says you ain't supposed to be 'round here. Says that's violating your 'parole'." He laughed his ugly laugh.
"You knew coming back wouldn't go unpunished...so we're here to teach your lesson."
Ret's eyes flew open. Of course. He'd forgotten. Boss Cortino didn't seem to. He shouldn't have marched in the open like that. The Don's snipers were everywhere.
The thug leaning against the door coughed twice. They sounded odd, short and close together.
Then the leaner toppled forward as red blossomed through the beater's midsection. They'd been shot with a silencer, but by who?
Ah...all this excitement was too much. Ret slipped unconcious even before the beater fell over him, breathing shallowly, then not at all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 12:54 am
"Splendid."
The sink was filled to the brim with warm, soapy water as Ksrugi washed the dishes. If he was going to live here for awhile, he would have to clean up after himself. He set the items aside on a dry towel and then walked into the living room, taking his time as he looked over the late Warburton's DVD collection. Mostly action movies, Ksrugi thought, not much substance at all. Ksrugi pulled out a copy of Terminator 2 and put it into the DVD player and then settled into the cushy lounge chair set up in front of the television.
Ksrugi's attention was wholly on the large flatscreen now and he jolted when this thunderous sound disturbed his moment of peace. Someone at the door was about to die...
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