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Riley grabbed her supplies and heaved her backpack onto her back. "A cave huh? Good shelter..." She nodded.She was definitely not going to the other Clan. Who knows what they would do.
Huh, okay. Thanks!
Didn't really know what to post.... sorry
Roxanne Alford
Alleyway
"A metal bat huh? Well... whatever was said must have been pretty bad for it to get that extreme." She scratched her head in confusion. She was pretty sure that wasn't the truth but she decided to leave it alone, it wasn't her business anyway. People do what they do in the slums, it's nothing to be proud of but nothing to really be ashamed of.
As he was carried away she waved goodbye at him and laughed. The surprised look on his face was priceless. He should be in good hands now. When she walked out of the alleyway she pulled down her hood and set off to her apartment to get some shut eye. She won't get much sleep later on in the night. She was getting short on money once again, she hated it. The doom of the dark streets and usual assholes haunted her permanently She didn't feel like facing it all and still having to go on the next day despite the pain. She hugged her jacket close to her and increased her speed. Haunted, always haunted. By the lights, by the people, by the constant lingering smell and just the slums in itself. Haunted
Alleyway
"A metal bat huh? Well... whatever was said must have been pretty bad for it to get that extreme." She scratched her head in confusion. She was pretty sure that wasn't the truth but she decided to leave it alone, it wasn't her business anyway. People do what they do in the slums, it's nothing to be proud of but nothing to really be ashamed of.
As he was carried away she waved goodbye at him and laughed. The surprised look on his face was priceless. He should be in good hands now. When she walked out of the alleyway she pulled down her hood and set off to her apartment to get some shut eye. She won't get much sleep later on in the night. She was getting short on money once again, she hated it. The doom of the dark streets and usual assholes haunted her permanently She didn't feel like facing it all and still having to go on the next day despite the pain. She hugged her jacket close to her and increased her speed. Haunted, always haunted. By the lights, by the people, by the constant lingering smell and just the slums in itself. Haunted
Whoa, have i missed tons? Fill me in
Alvira leant against a tree with the lingering smell of death in the air. It was so strong it made her want to throw up. Disgust was a clear sign on her face, she had known clue how the others could breath in this 'fresh' air. She brang her hand to her face and rubbed her temples. She needed to concentrate, it wasn't the middle of the day so she couldn't show feelings so casually. But.... another death. Alvira slumped down onto the floor and sat in her own thoughts. She'd probably go and investigate some people later. Whoever they were that were doing this, they were making her insane. She wouldn't let them off very lightly, putting them all at risk like that.
Victoria nodded in agreement. "French Internal Intelligence it is! So, what happened to the body? Any sings of claw marks? Red blemishes? For all we know it could have been a fatal accident. It is a circus, It has pretty rough equipment. They could have been on the tightrope and fell on the person juggling knives! Wallah! Suspicious body with strange marks." She smiled to herself, playing out the scene in her head. "But that's not exactly our thing is it.... do i get another two guesses?" She laughed to herself and bounced up off the seat. "Who knows? Maybe we can see a show! Take a break for once in our lives!" She grinned like and started to spin like a little child but then grabbed her pistol and pretended to aim.
"This might be our lucky day Phil... if it's a Supernatural that did the killing we can officially go wild" Victoria winked at him and stuffed her pistol back into her belt. "Shall we set off soon? I'll leave you to get changed."
Victoria nodded in agreement. "French Internal Intelligence it is! So, what happened to the body? Any sings of claw marks? Red blemishes? For all we know it could have been a fatal accident. It is a circus, It has pretty rough equipment. They could have been on the tightrope and fell on the person juggling knives! Wallah! Suspicious body with strange marks." She smiled to herself, playing out the scene in her head. "But that's not exactly our thing is it.... do i get another two guesses?" She laughed to herself and bounced up off the seat. "Who knows? Maybe we can see a show! Take a break for once in our lives!" She grinned like and started to spin like a little child but then grabbed her pistol and pretended to aim.
"This might be our lucky day Phil... if it's a Supernatural that did the killing we can officially go wild" Victoria winked at him and stuffed her pistol back into her belt. "Shall we set off soon? I'll leave you to get changed."
Oooo, dat flirting ;) Mmm, i wish Mr Vince would post soon
I've posted for Victoria too since i forgot to do so earlier. Sorry if first post was too long
Alvira sat nervously in her trailer. After the speech she walked away without saying a word.
"The urge to kill somebody was understandable, we've all had that urge once or twice, it just took some major balls to do it and cover it up. But... it seems like they didn't do too well covering it up." Alvira thought to herself out loud. The death explains the smell from earlier on in the day and she thought it would have drifted off by now but the smell wouldn't leave her, like it was haunting and It was driving her nuts. The lost soul, roaming around the tent. She imagined it swirling around with the disturbing circus music on in the background. She shook her head and laid down but after a few minutes the temptation was too much and she bounced out of the trailer and ran towards the circus tent.
Alvira searched the outskirts of the tent for a good few minutes but there was no sign of the body but the scent of the soul was even stronger now. She climbed through the closed curtains of the tent and there it was. The golden, precious soul was drifting around the stage. Alvira wouldn't wait for a sign, she went for it. Sucking it in and letting it fulfill her body. It had been years since she'd had a good soul like that... which was sort of strange since she wouldn't had thought that the soul would have been murdered very happily. A crash from outside alarmed her and she quickly hid behind some packed up equipment. She'd be in a lot of trouble if she was caught at this time.
Victoria sat on the wall twirling her pistol and rolling her bullets. She was worn out and hungry from that last mission but got told off by Phillip from complaining too much. She tucked her pistols into her belt and went to find Phillip, maybe he had some food she could 'borrow'. Victoria jumped in his room with a childish grin on her face whilst her pink her swayed past her shoulders. The blood had made a stain in his clothing which explained his fresh suit. "What's going on partner? We got another job?" She said in an American hillbilly accent to lighten the mood. The atmosphere felt heavy as always and she perched herself on a damp stool in the corner as she started twirling her pistol again, a habit she always had.
"The urge to kill somebody was understandable, we've all had that urge once or twice, it just took some major balls to do it and cover it up. But... it seems like they didn't do too well covering it up." Alvira thought to herself out loud. The death explains the smell from earlier on in the day and she thought it would have drifted off by now but the smell wouldn't leave her, like it was haunting and It was driving her nuts. The lost soul, roaming around the tent. She imagined it swirling around with the disturbing circus music on in the background. She shook her head and laid down but after a few minutes the temptation was too much and she bounced out of the trailer and ran towards the circus tent.
Alvira searched the outskirts of the tent for a good few minutes but there was no sign of the body but the scent of the soul was even stronger now. She climbed through the closed curtains of the tent and there it was. The golden, precious soul was drifting around the stage. Alvira wouldn't wait for a sign, she went for it. Sucking it in and letting it fulfill her body. It had been years since she'd had a good soul like that... which was sort of strange since she wouldn't had thought that the soul would have been murdered very happily. A crash from outside alarmed her and she quickly hid behind some packed up equipment. She'd be in a lot of trouble if she was caught at this time.
Victoria sat on the wall twirling her pistol and rolling her bullets. She was worn out and hungry from that last mission but got told off by Phillip from complaining too much. She tucked her pistols into her belt and went to find Phillip, maybe he had some food she could 'borrow'. Victoria jumped in his room with a childish grin on her face whilst her pink her swayed past her shoulders. The blood had made a stain in his clothing which explained his fresh suit. "What's going on partner? We got another job?" She said in an American hillbilly accent to lighten the mood. The atmosphere felt heavy as always and she perched herself on a damp stool in the corner as she started twirling her pistol again, a habit she always had.
ice2365 said
I'm just sitting here watching the Oscar's with no worries
has Leonardo Dicaprio won one yet?
Also, i should have a post up by later tonight
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