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Post by marcus cornett on Dec 27, 2012 19:33:02 GMT -5
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But that damn woman had another of her little "cravings" tonight. She went off on her own again, hunting for a cold body. Marcus had to find her, before she got caught. That infernal woman would lead the cops right back to him, he just knew it.
Yellow eyes flicked about, searching for her. "Where are you my little Gijnka?" He could feel her, she was near. The tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger as he walked forward. But try as he might, Marcus could not find her. There were just to many places that devil could satisfy her urges.
A few more minutes passed, and Marcus still hadn't found her. Unfolding his arms, his fists clenched. "That little-" Clenching his teeth he slammed his foot into a garbage can instead of finishing his sentence. The tin object flew across the alley. With a loud CLANG it slammed into the pavement, sending garbage flying everywhere. Eyes were fixated on the garbage can as it bounced a few more times, before it eventually rolled to a stop.
It didn't make him feel better. Violence only felt good when the receiving end screamed in terror, and blood spilled from their body. He thought about his past victims, how they screamed when he shoved the knife into their body. A smile spread across his lips. That's exactly what he needed right now. Spinning around Marcus ventured into the club district. It didn't take him long to select his hunting grounds. Stepping into the night club that twisted smirk never left his face.
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Post by frai kurusa on Dec 27, 2012 21:10:35 GMT -5
frai wasn't one to usually occupy the night club scene; running his tongue along his teeth, he looked over his shoulder and curved his back a little. he was always defensively hunched, it was just how he was. he had no idea a murderous colleague was roaming the area, after all. frai was also never one who really fraternized with his rocket cohorts. he wasn't exactly a fan of people. he enjoyed watching them squirm more, though, which was why he felt rockets were the best fit for him. they had made him stronger, after all. his grin turned wilder as he grasped his drink, taking a quick gulp.
looking over his shoulder again, he spotted a vaguely familiar face. he couldn't place a name or even how he knew the guy, but something about his grin was unnerving. oh, fun. he kept his gaze locked on him, a brow quirked as if silently challenging him.
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Post by marcus cornett on Dec 28, 2012 12:15:43 GMT -5
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Marcus' smile grew ten times bigger.
The list of survivors and wittness was next. It was much shorter then the list of victims, Marcus was good at cleaning up after his messes. Frai's face still did not emerge. Marcus had no fucking clue who this kid was.
Yellow eyes shifted to the "totally hetrosexual" poster of a cowboy pinned to a wall. Hmph, a gay bar. Marcus' eyes returned to Frai. Maybe this man just found him attractive. Marcus began walking forward with confidence. Horny guys were easy prey, but right now all Marcus craved was someone's blood.
Making his way through the crowd, it didn't take long for Marcus to reach Frai. He leaned down, so that he was at eye level with the hunching man. "Can I get you a drink?"
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Post by frai kurusa on Jan 1, 2013 15:22:51 GMT -5
frai continued to stare at the darker looking male out of the corner of his eye. as soon as that smile grew, frai's look of disgust and disdain began to grow as well. what a creep. he looked back, only to see the poster on the wall and - oh no. no no no. he didn't even- nope. he rolled his eyes and sneered into his drink, taking another few swigs. ugh, the guy probably thought he was hot or something. still very creepy and honestly not too flattering at all. he would've been better off if the guy wasn't... yeah. creepy.
it was a good thing he could handle himself. eli wouldn't feel a damn thing either if frai had to start a beat-down with this fuckwad. the man was upon him and leaning down in an uncomfortably close position, making frai just barely turn his gaze towards him, an angry glint in his eye. "can you step back about ten yards?" he growled. oh, how hostile of him. "and no. th'last thing i need is another drink right now." really, the last thing he needed was someone like this hulking figure taking advantage of his drunk ass. that wasn't happening.
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