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Post by Vespyr on Nov 3, 2010 21:57:42 GMT -8
Vespyr sat beneath the yellow glare of the street lamps, her eyes turned upward to gaze at the starless void of sky that breathed a warm breeze with the dormant pulse of the night. High above those glaring street lamps was the familiar inky blackness of the unknown, and the girl felt very small as she sat on the curb of the sleeping street, a black cigarette between her fingers. To gaze up at the dark expanse was to gaze down into the deep ocean at night; there were secrets, to be sure, that one would never be enlightened to.
She lifted the cigarette to her lips, wondering more about the nature of things than about the tangible mysteries that the universe held. There were planets, and perhaps mysterious things on those faraway planets, obviously. Rather, the things that swam to and fro in Vespyr’s mind were things like… Time, for example. Here on Earth, time was definite and inevitable. Within a few hours, the sun would rise and Vespyr would creep back into the shadows as the populace flooded back into the sunlit world. This would happen again, and again, and again… but far away from Earth, stranded between galaxies, deep within the void, was there still Time?
At approximately 2:50 in the morning, these aimless thoughts were interrupted by the sickly flickering of a lamp up above. It went on that way for several minutes, buzzing and struggling to maintain its luminescence, until at last the bulb made a disappointed popping sound and was dead. Vespyr regarded the thing indifferently, lit another cigarette, and continued watching the starless sky.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 3, 2010 22:19:38 GMT -8
Mathew had sobered up, having spent his earlier evening having a few drinks and trying to pick up company from the bar, with no luck tonight. But no one batted a thousand and Mathew knew it was just a numbers game. So he had cut his losses and spent some time sobering up, hustled a few pool games for low stakes, before heading home.
He had decided it was wise to sober up after his recent run in with that drug dealer whom had shot him. Mathew still had the gun, tucked away in his dresser in case he wanted to do something with it someday. What the run in had done was give Mathew a look at his mortality. If the dealer had shot him in the head it would have been game over, if he hadn't been wearing the coat he had now, it would have been game over. So many ifs and it would have been game over.
Mathew was wearing what he had worn that day now. A long dull green coat, custom pants with a scale like pattern on them, and combat boots. He probably wasn't one that anyone would want to fuck with, but it didn't hurt to be careful. So he was aware of his surroundings. Letting his Qi reach out looking for aggression as his ears strained to hear the sounds of someone sneaking up behind him.
His eyes caught sight of something unusual, a girl sitting under a street light. Pretty from the looks of it, though he couldn't quite tell as the lights started to flicker before dying. He stopped in his tracks listening again, it almost seemed like a trap, but he felt no aggression and he didn't hear anything odd. A small smile worked across his lips. Maybe he would have a second chance after all.
He continued along the way casually, not making a brisk pace but not making a slow one either. He wasn't sure if the girl noticed him or not as he approached, so he would speak up to avoid spooking her.
"You alright?" He asked, stopping a few feet away from her and the light. The street still dimly illuminated from other street lights and the lights from the odd window or sign.
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 3, 2010 22:33:49 GMT -8
Vespyr turned at the sound of footsteps, her eyes narrowing slightly, suspiciously. As the male approached she turned her head halfway back to its previous position, keeping him in her vision but not exactly glaring him down. She half-expected him to pass by as if she weren’t there, as most did and as was appreciated, but wasn’t exactly surprised when the footsteps stopped beside her.
“You alright?” Vespyr turned slowly, almost tiredly, toward him and let her eyes do their examining. She raised the cigarette to her lips once more before she finally spoke, responding rather concisely and emotionlessly.
“Yes.” Her violet eyes were fixed on him, almost expectantly, though she didn’t expect much. Whether he was genuinely concerned or just looking for something to hit on, she didn’t know and didn’t care. Tendrils of smoke trailed from her lips as she stared at him, her eyes glinting strangely in the dim yellow of the surrounding lights. They seemed almost black, somewhat glassy, rather detached.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 4, 2010 8:04:43 GMT -8
Now that's interesting.
Mathew thought to himself seeing her eyes. He had never seen anything before like that. At least not on a human. Glassy detached eyes, almost black in color. Mathew couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine. What had started as a casual interest was now growing. There was something different about this girl, if Mathew was a less logical person he might have doubted her humanity. Deciding that she was some strange inhabitant of the night that didn't belong in his life.
However Mathew wasn't one taken to such fancies of superstition. He didn't believe in ghosts and goblins. He did believe in uniqueness though, and she was clearly unique. Not many girls had the guts to sit alone on the side of the road like this at three in the morning. And of the girls that apparently do he runs in to one with black looking glassy eyes.
Mathew would just stand there, pulling out his phone and checking the time, almost like he was waiting for a bus. Which of course he wasn't, not at this hour. He was just going to see if there was anything else that would catch his attention with this girl before he grew bored.
"Well that's good, I assumed you were in trouble since this isn't exactly the safest place to just sit in the dark. Unless of course, are you working?"
He said sliding the phone back in to his pocket casually, as he looked up at the night sky. If she wasn't in trouble there were few reasons to be sitting alone in the dark on the side of the road, the next likely one was that she was a whore. If she was though, she was an interesting one, one that wasn't trying to solicit Mathew, that didn't make it impossible though.
In the end he didn't care if she was a hooker or not. Right now she was a puzzle that had caught his interest and he wanted to solve it. The answer wasn't as important as knowing the answer was.
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 4, 2010 20:41:45 GMT -8
“…Unless, of course, you are working?” Vespyr’s head tilted downward slightly, just so that her hair cast a shadow over her eyes that revealed them to be narrowed, a deep and sinister violet. They glinted disapprovingly at the young man, with a peculiar coldness that might send even the most stone-gutted persons on their way without a word.
“I am not a prostitute,” she said, the latter word flicking off her tongue with bitter disregard to unnecessary euphemisms. The cigarette was raised to her lips once more, and she seemed to move in a sort of fluid, patient manner. Not slow, but smooth. Even in her voice, despite the bitter twinge, there was a sense of absolute control and chilling finesse.
“Though, if you must know, I am working… at a different quasi-profession, of sorts.” This she said with an inconspicuous sideways tilt of her head, just so that one of her eyes was reilluminated by the dim light while the other remained glowing with an odd internal luminescence in the shadows. The light and dark did a morbid shadowplay on her pale features; the edge of the darkness ran from one side of her brow down the center of her nose, coating the tip and nostrils in shadow, and making dark pits of her eyes and cheeks.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 4, 2010 21:08:50 GMT -8
So she wasn't a hooker. Mathew was a little disappointed at that, striking out at the bar was still a bummer. But that didn't mean he would go home alone, just that he would have to work for it if he didn't. He wouldn't be able to just take the easy way out. He met her stare dead on, showing that he wasn't afraid of her with a boyish grin.
"Oh? And what does that mean? You are pondering philosophy by the gutter? Trying to solve world hunger?"
He asked sarcastically rolling his eyes. He hated how people in this city didn't give straight answers. Everyone had to be mysterious and cool or something. It was like the fad from hell.
"Did I get close? Or maybe you should just tell me. Cause now I'm interested and I don't have anywhere else to be at the moment so I can just keep pestering you until my curiosity is satisfied. And before you try, spooky glare face. Doesn't work on me." He said with a cocky raise of his right eyebrow, almost like he was challenging her.
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 4, 2010 21:28:33 GMT -8
She waited until he was finished with his long-winded speech, her brow raising slightly, something lost between amusement and annoyance. Then she waited another moment after he was done, to be sure that he wasn’t going to open his mouth to spew out another long string of needless garbage. After an effortless sigh and a brief closing and opening of her eyes in an irritated manner, she continued.
“Serial killing.” …
“And, you talk too much.” She left alone the preposterous tidbits about philosophy and world hunger, not daring to let herself begin an explanation of the immensity of the fuck she did not give about the world and its problems. He had made a grossly inaccurate judgment about her character, but she would let it slide for now. Having already killed that night, she didn’t feel the need to stand and give him a real taste of her just for the sake of proving him wrong or something along those lines. Just didn’t matter. In the least, it could have been comical.
However, as she was growing rather vexed with him for simply being there, let alone being a cocky sonofabitch, this brittle indifference couldn’t afford to last much longer.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 4, 2010 21:36:43 GMT -8
He looked her over, placing his chin in his hand as he made a show of looking her over. His eyes scanned her over physically, appreciating what assets she had. Though he personally wouldn't have minded if her breasts were larger. But she was how she was. Cute, but he didn't find her threatening. The only thing about her that gave him pause was the eyes. He found the idea of her being a serial killer laughable, and he couldn't help but chuckle at it.
He didn't doubt it per se, anyone could kill with a gun or something. But just the thought of her killing people struck him as funny. He didn't know her and he didn't pretend to know her, but she didn't threaten him. He has faced down people so strong they almost didn't seem human. He had been shot numerous times, what was she going to do to him?
"How do you kill?" He asked with a grin as he lowered his hand and shoved it in to his coat pocket, feeling the roll of pennies that lay within.
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 4, 2010 21:56:34 GMT -8
She sighed again as he looked her over, the irritated sound nearly coming to a growl as she put out the cigarette out on the sole of her boot. It made a slight hissing sound, and was dead. She flicked it into the empty street and slid her gaze over to the dark alleyway that loomed no more than ten feet down the sidewalk from where they were.
“See for yourself,” she said, gesturing to the dark place with her eyes.
Should the young man oblige his curiosity, he would find in that alleyway something of a grotesque and disturbing nature—or at least, that’s how most would see it. Vespyr saw it as art sometimes, necessity at other times, and several others saw it as nothing out of the ordinary. However this young man saw it, it was certainly a sight to behold.
Should he peer into that inky darkness, he would notice a large white pail full of something dark and sticky, near the prosaic brick wall. Above it, half-hidden by a loathsome shadow, was the unmistakable form of an inert body; it hung by its feet from some dripping pipe up above, arms bound at its sides, and even in the darkness the bloodless white flesh was apparent. Upon closer examination, one would find the throat precisely slit, and the entire head bathed in sticky blood. The blood had long-since ceased to gush from the artery, and now oozed, dripping methodically into the pail below it. Every few seconds, the faint wet sound drifted down the dark alleyway and disappeared into the night.
Compared to most of her other killing, this one was exquisitely tidy. Neatness was never her purpose, but for this she had taken extra care not to waste any of the blood, collecting it all in the large pail for… later use.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 4, 2010 22:08:44 GMT -8
Mathew shrugged. She was an odd one that was for sure. She openly admitted to killing people and then told him to go take a look in a dark alleyway? Now Mathew wasn't stupid, he didn't think she was a threat in and of herself, but going in to a dark alley at three in the morning because someone that claims they are a killer tells you too was just silly.
So he would glance at the alleyway momentarily, his face still grinning a coy smirk as he turned back to the girl. Raising a hand up he would start to wag a single finger at the girl shaking his head like a parent telling a child that something was not only wrong but silly.
"I'm not stupid babe. If you are a killer I am hardly going down a dark alleyway with my back to you." He said smugly.
He figured she wanted to trick him and smack him over the head or something. That was something that just wouldn't do. On the plus side she was giving him information for his curiosity, which made her even more interesting, since most people were dishonest. And they certainly wouldn't admit to being a serial killer.
"So does the killer have a name?" He asked, assuming she wouldn't answer or give him an obvious fake name. But that was fine, a name was a title. What one was born with didn't matter as much as what one did with one.
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 6, 2010 22:42:40 GMT -8
She shrugged rather apathetically, admitting to herself that the guy had a good point even if her intentions hadn’t been of that sort.
“Suit yourself.” Her eyes rolled skyward, narrowed slightly at the moon, scrutinizing its position in the void above. Must be about 2:55, she thought to herself. 5 more minutes.
“So does the killer have a name?” Her eyes closed and the corners of her lips twitched as if at some secret joke. A moment later she sighed and opened her eyes, which seemed to shine a bit differently than before. Perhaps where there had previously been annoyance, there was merely indifference.
“You can call me whatever you like.” Because it made no difference what she told him; a name was just a meaningless title with no real worth. “Vespyr” wasn’t even the girl’s ‘real’ name; she couldn’t remember what her birth name had been, if she had ever had one at all. “Vespyr” was a shortened version of something the locals had thrown at her when she was six years old and living alone in the heart of San Francisco. It was merely a word that she had come to associate herself with and when necessary, refer to herself by just to satisfy this world that had a strange fascination with names.
Her eyes turned back to the moon.
“I guess it’s about time,” she muttered quietly, rising calmly from the curb. She walked silently toward the alley, keeping her narrowed eyes on the young man, knowing very well that letting him out of her sight could end badly given the fact of what he had said about going into dark alleyways. He didn’t scare her, but of course she distrusted him, so she kept an eye behind her as she entered the darkness, bending over to retrieve the pail without so much as acknowledging the body hanging from the drainpipe. She emerged within a moment, holding the large blood-filled bucket and wearing a slight grin.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 9, 2010 12:17:21 GMT -8
"Alright Babe."
He said when she said that he could call her whatever he liked. He wasn't going to sweat it. He probably wouldn't see her again other than tonight, hell normally he wouldn't have even stopped except something about her had caught his interest. Something about her eyes.
He looked up as she did at the moon, not really sure what he was looking at, and by the time he looked down she was already heading inside of the alleyway. He thought about following her, but that just didn't seem like a good idea. To much could go down with following a stranger in to an alley in the middle of the night.
It appeared that he made the right call as the girl came out only a moment later with a bucket full of water. He watched with a confused look as she grinned carrying the bucket, until the liquid caught the light from one of the windows and he could see it wasn't water, but blood. Mathew's eyebrow cocked up really not seeing where this was going now.
"What the fuck?" He asked partly to the girl, partly just speaking aloud his confusion.
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 11, 2010 12:55:09 GMT -8
"What the fuck?" Vespyr raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the bucket, not quite seeing how such a simple thing could inspire such confusion.
“It’s just blood,” she said rather plainly. “Calm down.” …
“But anyhow, like I said, I have work to do. This blood will be getting cold soon… it’s no good if it’s cold.” There was no explanation or farewell, for Vespyr wasn’t the type to offer such things. She began to walk in his direction, past him, and down the dimly lit street. She kept alert of his presence behind her, for she never felt comfortable with her back turned, but she didn’t have the patience to awkwardly walk backward just so she could keep an eye on him until he was out of sight.
Ooc: Sorry if this thread looks like it’s going to be short-lived, but if you want find a way to continue be my guest :]
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