Saved by a Killer
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Thread Topic: Saved by a Killer
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Do you wanna make a charrie first or should I?
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(Did you see my other plots yet?)
Hmm... I'd say you. In return, I'll roll first. -
((Indeed))
Okey dokes... can I be the suicidal one?
Name: Felice Fiore
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance:
Personality: Suicidal -
(Cool. Sure, you can.)
Name: Aaron Felipe Gonghoven
Ethnicity: Hal & Half Japanese and Germanic.
Height: 6' 6'' 6'''(Had to do it.)
Age: Unknown
Weight: 215 lbs.
Favorite weapon: Kris dagger
Eye color: One a faint red, the other a faint white.
Eye shape: Shallow.
Hair style: Short, felt back.
Hair color: Flash White.
Personality: Obedient, Self-justified, Pessimistic, Religious, non-talkative.
Other: Is blind, sees around with a mysterious force. -
(You still there?)
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(Sorry, yeah)
oh crap
Other: Name is Italian for "Happy Flower" -
(Sorry I haven't posted yet. This science test is being a real hard-ass.)
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(( It's okay. My power went out. O.O ))
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((Bump))
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(U 'dere?)
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((Even if I'm not here you should post, I'll see it when i get back on and respond.))
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K. Sorry, had to go to sleep.)
Aaron tied the body in a large, specialized bag. He made sure to leave no blood or any of the sort behind, as he was a very stealth killer. He loaded it in-to an S.U.V. with a false tag and drove to an abandoned crematorium. He hefted the bag on-to his shoulder, and threw the bag in-to a now-functioning crematory. He watched as the body and bag slowly dissolved in-to ashes, assured no-one would find the evidence.
But one thought passed through his mind. "Why do I need to do this?". He explored the edges of his mind, and couldn't find an answer, only a needing surge of revival. -
((It's okay.))
Felice sat in the corner of the dining room, watching her family eat the dinner she had made. She looked at the clock, she was finally able to leave. She stood up. She then turned to her so called mother, saying "May I be excused, ma'am?" Her mother gave her a disgusted look. "Sure, whatever." She left quickly and quietly, heading up to the small attic room where she lived. -
(The ignorant fools...)
(And, I'm just going to say Aaron's color blind, not actually blind.)
Aaron became very, very anxious. It was a problem he had since birth. Prescriptions he had to take every morning, evening, and night. But since he went 'off the grid', he had to deal with-out. He didn't even know how he could stand it, must be because of his ties to the strange entity that haunted his dreams.
He stood up from his moldy chair and drove the false S.U.V. in-to a near-by garbage disposal land-fill. He drove the car at a mild speed straight in-to the land-fill, and jumped out at the last minute. The car came careening down in-to the crusher, and he pulled the lever. Slowly, the S.U.V. became shorter and shorter and shorter, until the engine blew. But even then, it didn't stop the metal 4-ton crushers squishing it into a metal sandwich. -
((Who?))
Felice huddled on the small blanket on her floor that was the closest to a bed she ever had. She picked up her PA pills and her razor blade, taking her daily/nightly two pills and then slicing her arms. She pressed the two cuts together, relishing the pain. She had to feel something, even if it was only pain.
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