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January 14th 2010, 6 am News-
“One of the unknown serial killers has struck yet again, another citizen of New York City. People, please be careful and most importantly, stay calm. Over the past few weeks, we have been experiencing horrific events of bloody killings and gruesome gang fights along with a few scattered robberies. Another bank has been robbed, where ten thousand dollars has been stolen from it, just last night. A girl about eighteen years of age was found yesterday, on a small side street next to Delotto’s Bakery. The girl had numerous jagged cuts along her throat and legs, and an autopsy is to be performed later this evening. Along other matters, the new curfew is now intact, and a fine will be given to anyone upon their first offense. This is a serious matter, people, and it needs to be taken care of sooner or later. Now please, make sure to be in your houses by 10 pm, and nobody is allowed out of their houses until 9 am. Please follow the new curfew and rules, and we will keep you safe!” –Janet Haensley, Channel 2 News
New York City is experiencing a lot of horrible things lately, and everyone is afraid of what will happen. Central Park has been closed off, for safety purposes, as has other places in the city. A curfew was put intact, along with a set of new rules to protect the innocent. You may be one of the serial killers if you wish, but I would like only two people at the most. Our characters will be lower-class citizens, not average, or upper-class.

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Please post character sheets in the OOC, located here; OOC Another day, Another Death

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Peyton shimmied out of the lace corset she wore, before glimpsing back out onto the stage where another woman was dancing. They’d have to close in a matter of minutes, although it would only be nine thirty at that time. “Shit!” She muttered, sticking the cut finger into her mouth. “This zipper is so damne-“ She was cut off mid sentence as her boss walked in, wearing a shimmery gold robe, her hair piled on top of her head. Peyton stared at the smeared red lip stick she wore, holding back a laugh, although it was hard. The woman looked ridiculous, and like a hooker- not that they all didn’t.

“Peyton, hun, you know we better be closing soon, so I’d like you to put a top on, and change out of that little getup ya got on, alright?” The woman asked her.

“Yeah, course I will, Hilda.” She twisted her face up into a snarl as soon as Hilda’s back was to her, as she tried not to completely jump the woman. Grabbing the tiny white dress and bright red pumps she’d been wearing before work, she quickly changed out of the lingerie she wore, and grabbed her purse, readying herself to leave, and find her way back to the teeny apartment she called home.

She walked past some of the other dancers, still in their work clothes as she made way over to Melissa, the bartender for now, at least until the fuzz found out she was under aged, which they probably wouldn’t anytime soon with all of the commotion going on, and the deaths and all that jazz.

“Hey, Melinda, work’s over, you can pretty much head out and talk to Hilda for anything else, ya know,” she told her. Usually she helped Melinda out at work, although she’d never completely warmed up to anybody besides Nikki, who was her best friend.

She exited the club, walking beside a few old, hairy, perverted men who were also leaving, and walked over to the corner next to the bus stop. The last trip of the night stopped here, and there were barely any people on it (the bus) by then. It was perfect for Peyton to get a ride to her apartment- in peace, at least.

She shifted the fake leather bag on her shoulder, and pulled out the stolen blackberry phone she’d taken from a completely wasted man last month while at work, and dialed number one on her speed dial, which had originally been ‘voicemail’, but was now ‘Nikki’. She stood next to the stop sign while she sat at the bus stop, and waited for a ring, and once she got that, she waited for her friend’s voice. Soon it would be curfew, and Nikki might be sleeping at her place again. She needed to find out before something bad happened in the city. It was just a matter of time…

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Lian was walking down the dark streets she forget about the curfew, she was just in her own little world. She wasn't paying attention what was going around her or anything she had her eyes closed walking forward listening to music, when she snapped out of it she looked at her watch, when she looked down she said. "Crap, I need to be home really soon, this sucks I really miss the old place that everyone could go home when ever they want to, this is really getting on my nerves I just wish that some day people can get along and we can stop all of this stupidness that stupid people are making and like that people can live there own way." Lian starts to walk fast to get home on time but it seems that she's not be able to get home on time.

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"I said I'll see you later Mark!" Nikki yelled at the guy walking towards her, weaving around tables in the seedy club where she was "waitressing" that night..it was an on and off job.

The tattooed young man smiled at her, though it didn't lessen the unpleasant look on the aspiring young singer's face. So many people came through this club every week, yet Mark was one who was there nearly every night, singing with a rag tag boy band.

Nikki stepped back again, nervously pulling on the hem of her thigh length black dress. She almost cried out in relief when her phone rang, giving her a valid reason to answer it and walk away. She pulled the thin silver I-phone she'd been given as a gift from one of her many "friends" out and answered cheerily.

"Peyton dahhhling." She said, mimicking a russian accent to make her friend laugh. "I just got off of work doll, erm well...I just got my paycheck so...I was wondering if I could continue to stay with you? I'll help out with the rent I promise!" She waved to another girl as she walked on the sidewalk outside the club, a few blocks from Peyton's apartment.

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Peyton smiled slightly as she heard Nikki’s voice through the phone. "Peyton dahhhling." She said, mimicking a russian accent to make her friend laugh. "I just got off of work doll, erm well...I just got my paycheck so...I was wondering if I could continue to stay with you? I'll help out with the rent I promise!"

She laughed at the Russian accent she had on, but turned back to seriousness when she asked if she could stay. “Of course, bay-bay, but just make sure your careful, I’m taking the bus home and soon it’ll be- oh crap, it’s pulling down the street. I’ll see you at my place then.” She hung up the phone, and threw it into her purse carelessly. She could always get a new one at the tip of her fingers. Prey on another rich, drunk guy, and steal his phone. Well, that was life, steal perverts phones. It made an amazing goal too.

She stumbled into the now-stopped bus and sat down in a seat in the middle area, trying not to trip over her own two feet as she felt the alcohal she'd had only a few minutes ago start to kick in. A radio station that sounded like elavator music was on, so she just laid her head on the seat, begging the bus to come to her stop. She knew the bus-driver who drove this route, and he stopped at her apartment building every time she boarded the bus.

After what seemed like hours which was actually only a few minutes, she was walking out of the bus and through the front doors of the araptment building, being greeted by a big cloud of what smelled like cigarette smoke. Cigarettes had been outlawed only the year before, but the law wasn't being enforced at all. She, being a smoker, hadn't even tried to quit. It was the only drug she did besides drinking, and it got rid of the stress well. She stopped walking when she got to her apartment door. It was distinguished from the others by the rusty 32 number on it, and the gargantuan nick in the wooden door. She tried to open the door, but realized it was locked, so she rummaged through her bag, searching for the key. Had she given it to Nikki?

'Shiiiiiit," she thought, scolding herself. If she'd lost the key again, and Nikki didn't have one, they'd need to use the fire escape to enter the apartment yet again. She pulled down her short dress, and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Then she crossed her legs indian-style, not caring if her thong was showing as she did so.

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“Of course, bay-bay, but just make sure your careful, I’m taking the bus home and soon it’ll be- oh crap, it’s pulling down the street. I’ll see you at my place then.”

Nikki laughed softly and shut her phone with a soft click, sliding it into her purse as she continued on her way home.She was about a block away when she heard someone , or maybe a few people, talking loudly in an alley.

"Hey Princess! Wanna have some fun?" Nikki rolled her eyes and glanced to her left where the voice was coming from, seeing a couple guys standing in the shadows of a fire escape.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I've had my fun for tonight." She pulled a silvery card out of her purse and tossed it at the two, flashing a smile.

"Call me tomorrow." She teased, continuing on her way as the two strangely left her alone after that...most guys did if she promised them something more close to legal than hurting her to get their way.

Nikki pushed open the door to the apartment building, glad to be inside just before curfew. She saw Peyton sitting cross legged in front of the door to her apartment and laughed.

"Lose your key again?" She asked, pulling the key out of her purse and dangling it in front of her. "You dropped it on the carpet on your way out this morning." She laughed, dropping the key into her friend's lap.

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Melissa walked home quietly, clutching her handbag under her arm. She hated walking these streets at night, especially considering the recent murders. It had been a long shift at work and she was ready to just fall into bed and sleep. She quickened her pace and soon reached her apartment building. It was an old, broken down, brick place. It was all they could afford now that she was the sole support. She fished her keys out of her purse and walked inside.

After climbing the three flights of stairs up to their floor, she made it into the apartment. It was completely dark as she walked in, except for the T.V. going in her Dad's bedroom. She flipped on a light. The room was a total disaster. Clothes lying everywhere, liquor bottles, plates of half-eaten food. Wonderful... She let out a long sigh. This was not how she wanted to spend her night. She wanted to sleep. She craved sleep. After taking off her coat and hanging it up, she began to clean.

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Clay had watched the two guys call out in a typical thug-to-hot-woman dialect.
Nocturnal life sucked unless Clay got to do something..it looked like now he could.
He came closer to the two men, common street thugs, his lust for power and dominance burned from deep in his lungs and up through his nostrils.
He breathed heavily like a great dragon about to bellow a deep rumbling flame from it's belly, but also silently, like a snake, stalking a desert muskrat.

Clay was livid in his attack, his strike, his wrath.
He hit the first one from behind with a between-the-legs kick to the sack, it dropped him quick.
He rolled around on the ground, moaning, cringing.
The other turned, too stunned by the surprise attack to reach into his pocket for the switch-blade that no doubt had intimidated many into relieving themselves of their money and valuables.

Clay delivered a swift, hard punch to the thugs nose, sending him stumbling back blindly.
Blood splashed down the thugs face and all over Clay's knuckles.
The thug couldn't see properly, his vision was distorted.
Clay unleashed with a volley of strikes to the mid-section, face and throat.
Ending with the thug unconscious on the ground.

The first one, now struggling to his feet, either foolishly trying to avenge his fellow street-scum or trying to run, Clay didn't know, didn't care.
He swung his foot around, catching the thug on the side of the head with the outer side of his right boot.
The thug was dropped hard, they weren't getting up too soon.

Clay suddenly took the time to breathe, to take in, breathe in his victory, his power, his dominance.
More dangerous than any drug, he feared it would destroy him some day. But it was such an obsession.
He found himself staring down at the bloody heaps on the ground before him, uncaring as to whether anyone had heard the scuffle take place.

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Lian still haven't got to her house since she was in a rush to arrive home she took a wrong turn that she wasn't supose and she didn't know where was she at. She starts to panic really slowly she stops walking fast and thinks. "Where in the hell am I, if it was morning I would've knew where am I but I can't it's so dark that I can't really tell. Only if there was someone that I knew that lived near by here that I can stay for a day like that I won't be in danger but I really don't know anyway. "Dang it's starting to getting cold here or is it just me that I feel could." She said in a really low voice not knowing if there was someone out there. She was really scared she didn't know what to do. Lian starts to walk to see if she can figure her way out of the place that she's in. "Where in the heck am I?" she said with a really nervous voice. She starts to look around to see if she sees someone that she knows. Lian was a lonely girl that she really didn't know anyone but almost everyone heard about her. Some people that said that they wanted to meet her to see who in the world was Lian. "I want to go home to my 4 little brothers they might be worried about me." She said with a shaky voice. "Please help me someone." She whispers.

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Melissa was exhausted by the time she finished cleaning up the place. It made her bitter, the fact that her father couldn't lift one finger to help even though she was the one bringing in the money, illegally one might add. She walked over to his bedroom and looked inside. It was even worse in there then the rest of the house had been. Her Dad was sitting in a recliner facing the tv, asleep with a beer can still in his hand. "If he wants to sleep in filth, then let him." She scoffed and walked away, shutting the door behind her. After pouring every drop of liquor in the house down the kitchen sink, she went to get ready for bed. Not that it would help any of course, he would eventually get more, but for a few days at least she knows he will be too lazy to do anything about it. A few days of peace.

She stood infront of the bathroom mirror for a long time, staring at her face. If everything were normal, if her mother hadn't died, where would she be right now? She would just be graduating highschool. Probably even thinking about college. Maybe she would have a boyfriend...or at least friends. Her father had been a good Dad before the accident, as good as most Dads are at least. She wondered how a man could change so much. She's thought about leaving multiple times. Taking off and just leaving him to drink himself to death, but she was never able to do it. He was still her Dad, no matter how miserable he had become, she just couldn't bring herself to abandon him.

She felt tears welling behind her eyes. She covered her faced and sighed deeply. No, no you are not going to cry. You are not going to be weak. You are not going to feel sorry for yourself. She sighed again, and then finished getting ready for bed.

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