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 Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 9:09 pm
It was 5:15 in the early evening, just fifteen minutes before they were supposed to leave for the dinner party of Mrs. Hairlip -- or something along those lines, he was never very good with names -- and Rhine was too busy observing the soggy mushing process of a bowl of fruit loops to even consider getting dressed.
"It's science," he protested sullenly to his brother when he threatened to attack him with a haircomb. His parents weren't here to back Cianan up -- they left to help with the rest of the pre-party planning. The temperature of the room was already rapidly dropping, and Cianan was doing that typical annoyed thing of his where he threw Rhine wild looks as if he didn't recognize him and the ends of his hair turned crispy and icicle-like. Finally he turned and stormed out of the dining room.
Distantly, as his milk began to defrost, Rhine began to hope that maybe this time he really would just give in and leave him home.
No such luck: this time his brother had a secret weapon, which announced her approach in the distance by beginning to warble rapidly crescendoing songs about cakes and cooking by the book. And it was not Taji's ability to sing for hours and hours on end without pause to frightened him, he suddenly realized, as it was the prospect of being alone in the house with her for hours and hours on end.
So he fled, taking the elevator so as to avoid passing her in the on his way to the stairs.
"Did you remember to call the agency to get a babysitter for Taji?" Cianan asked, much relieved (Rhine was guessing since his hair had thawed so quickly), standing by his entrance to the bathroom as Rhine furiously brushed his teeth.
"Ehihgose," Rhine muttered discontentedly around the toothbrush. Satisfied, Cianan nodded and said, "I'll meet you outside," and left for the garage.
Taji was still singing somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen when Rhine finally dared to venture downstairs ten minutes later, barefoot and still straightening his collar, to answer the doorbell.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:12 pm
Leslie dropped to a crouch at the immediate left of the bloody, quivering mass with the casual nonchalance of someone who had made it that way. Offering a fair amount of indifference, he opened his jacket, reaching inside to pull out a shiny black pistol. For a long moment he fidgeted with the safety, switching it on and off as the body he was watching wheezed and moaned its final complaints. Normally, it would be at this point the killer of the serial variety might have just waited for his victim to die all on his own, what with the poor guy losing massive amounts of blood with every clock's tick. Sure, it would be a painful death, but the blonde hardly stabbed people in order to profess his undying affection. There were hatchets for that sort of thing. Thus, the contemplated mercy shot was not really an act of kindness, in that case, but more a sign that Leslie had officially reached his maximum capacity for boredom.
"Look at you," Leslie ordered critically. He nudged the dying male's shoulder with the barrel of his gun. The body was more or less limp and offered no amusing hard shiver or plea towards a better nature the murderer just did not possess. "Did you know you were leaking?"
True enough, the other's blood was soaking the pavement. Leslie was careful to avoid letting the liquid stain his clothing, though a few droplets had assailed his boots, flowering into dark patches that might have been very incriminating if someone were to happen upon the scene. The fact he was holding a gun and the knife used to carve up the victim had his DNA all over it would have probably looked bad, too.
"Guess I should bite the bullet and let you have one, right?" He waited for a moment, to see if his semi-pun would earn a sob or even a chuckle. His prey was not at all silent, but he proved to be far beyond hearing Leslie's taunting.
The teenager clucked his tongue in harsh disapproval and proceeded to shoot the man at his feet directly in the temple. Some more blood spat onto the floor of the alley and one of the walls along with bits of bone and scraps of what had once been a brain. Cool as ice and twice as quick to chill, Leslie flipped on the safety and pocketed his gun with care. Task completed, he went about searching the body for anything of value or interest.
Again, normally, Leslie did not go about doing people's jobs for them, but when he found all the information on a babysitting appointment tucked in the deceased male's jacket pocket, the idea seemed entertaining. At least he would get off of the streets for a few hours in which most likely some poor sap would find the corpse, throw up, and call the cops. Decision reached, the blonde offered his dear "friend" a finally farewell pat, and went on his way. How hard could taking care of a kid named "Taji" be?
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Leslie was doing his very best to look like whatever a babysitter looked like as a rather enticing figure opened the door. If this creature was the kid he was going to watch… well, the parents had better not want him back. If not, it was quite a pity, but Leslie was fully prepared to stalk something shiny later- when distressed police sirens were not sounding off in the background. Besides, if his smirk turned into anything more of a leer, it was doubtful he would even be allowed inside.
In accordance with that, he tried gazing at anything that was not the young male holding open the door.
"I'm here to take care of the-" Poison-green eyes glanced down sharply at the paper clutched tightly in his hand, "-child."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 8:36 pm
Upon opening the door and first gazing upon the person that was to be taking care of the thing for the next few hours, Rhine could not help but to slowly raise one eyebrow. Finally, after a few awkward moments passed while he looked the other up and down and tried to imagine him with any child of any sort, he mentally shrugged and stepped aside, holding the door open. "Aaa. Sorry, I was expecting someone a little less--" did he want to finish that thought? did he care? "--please come in."
From the foyer alone it was obvious that this family was not normally the sort to hire a babysitter when there were probably singing, magical nannies about. The floors were solid white marble inlaid with some sort of gold pattern, and the walls were covered in paintings that looked as if they belonged in museums. Rhine stepped out into the center, just below a chandelier, and droned boredly, "I would've given you a tour had you showed up earlier."
Nevermind the fact that he was himself running late.
"The crotchdropping's in the kitchen, that's--" he turned to the left and pointed up a hallway, "--That way. Bathrooms are..." He gestured vaguely in what could be construed as pretty much any direction. "Television's downstairs -- so's the alchohol, if you need it, but don't give Taji enough to make her puke everywhere. If you need anything else, ask her. Else, in case of an emergency, you can call..."
Well, crap, he didn't even remember the number. He was supposed to write it down, but Rhine never had any intention of being responsible enough to give even more than a cursorary glance at the profile of the babysitter he was hiring to know that this young man wasn't him. "...Me," he continued obliviously, "My number is 481-516-2342. Cianan and I will be home around nine, an hour before my parents, so that should give us enough time to cover anything up if need be. Just don't scar her for life, and don't blow up the house."
He paused there and finally allowed Leslie to interject anything if he had any questions. Technically, everything the other young man shouldn't have access to should be locked -- of course, Rhine never bothered to go around and check as much, so unless Cianan did... Oh well. How much harm could one person who willingly came to spend time alone with Taji do?
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