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| Topic Started: Monday, 13. January 2014, 01:34 (2,891 Views) | |
| Cid | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 05:01 Post #41 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Left eyebrow cocked as he looked at this 'doctor'. "Oh, you're funny, aren't you?" He shot back at her. "I told no one that I would be here. No. One. Not a damn soul. Tell me, how would such knowledge be in your file?" He leaned in closer, dropping the smile yet keeping his fangs bared. Specks of blood crust fell from his cheeks as his features moved. "I'm telling you there are no such fucking files on me. No way in hell do you know about me, 'specially this much, without being a part of my fucking head to begin with." Anger flashed in his eyes and his aura as she spoke into a recorder. "I am not in denial. I know I'm crazy. You're the one in denial!" He fired back at her, hushed yet clearly agitated, ready to snatch that irksome piece of equipment out of her hands. Of course, he knew not exactly how apt his own words really were... Edited by Cid, Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 05:03.
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| Emily Watts | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 11:18 Post #42 |
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Emily smirked as she was formed in the corner of the room from Agustin's madness. Of course she had been conjured up wearing nothing but a very tight pair of black boy shorts which showed a little too much cheek. That and a nice little T-shirt which barely covered her hips. She sauntered over glancing between Agustin and the doctor. "Oh Alayo!" Emily said practically moaning out the name with her British accent fucking his name up. "You don't want to go home with the mean lady do you?" Emily walked between him and the doc her back turned to him as she arched her back and ran her hands through her hair. She glanced back at him and threw him a wink. "Why stay the night in this disgusting place? You can always come home... To me... To my bed... To my lady parts... Or? Maybe you want more? Maybe you want both of us?" Emily walked towards the Doctor her ass shaking the whole way before she wrapped her arms around the doctor who of course didn't know she was there. Emily laid a long lick across the doctor's cheek. Before glancing over her shoulder and grinning wickedly. "Come and play Alayo! I miss you!" Emily said dragging out the last word for what seemed like an eternity. |
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| Cid | Thursday, 30. January 2014, 21:05 Post #43 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Agustin's face dropped when he spotted a new arrival. He couldn't help but blurt out, stress building, "Oh, fuck this!" Even this hallucination of Emily was freaky as hell. "I ain't goin' home with anyone, fool." He stepped back. 'For fuck's sake. Stop saying 'lady parts', please...' He thought as his palm met ample forehead, leaving just enough room to peek through his fingers at apparitions. He paused a moment, the thought of bedding two Malkavian hallucinations both intriguing and disturbing him. Had his derangement progressed to tactile? Could it? That frightened him... Even if he could fuck one of 'em; much worse sensations would surely follow. Insects and demons and shit crawling under and bursting out of skin. He almost wretched. "I'm not fucking playing!" He yelled in the doctor's direction. "And don't lick her! Not everything needs to be sexual, you fucking wh-" He choked on the last word. It was harsh, and he didn't really know where it came from. Shameful. But there was no need to apologize to a fucking figment of his busted mind. He stepped back again, trying to look away from them. Ignore them. But they seemed to surround him... |
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| Emily Watts | Thursday, 30. January 2014, 23:33 Post #44 |
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"Whore?" Emily finished letting loose a chuckle. The image of Emily only chuckled for a second but the insane laughter never stopped seeming to emanate from all over the room. "I don't know who that is more insulting to. Me or you? I mean if you are saying I am a whore, why can't you score?" Emily rhymed it with another chuckle. The laughter seemingly coming from the walls in Emily's voice never stopped. "Oh wait! I know! Maybe when you smacked that boy's ass in school. Maybe just maybe it was more than a simple pat. Maybe, little 'Layo wished Caston Kane would take him home for a nice pleasurable evening. I think that must be it!" Of course the information Emily just stated proved she was a mere hallucination playing with Agustin's suppressed thoughts. "You are secretly batting for the same team," Emily announced chuckling. "Oh come on Agustin! I can make you feel sooooo gooood." She dragged out the last sentence as she ran her hands up her body and through her own hair seductively. "Come fuck this whore until there is no doubt you are straight." The laughter seemed to intensify for a few moments before ceasing altogether. Emily's image seemed to be fading and coming back teasingly at some times appearing naked, sometimes appearing dressed in random lingerie. All were in suggestive poses, but she most often appeared in that pair of tight black boy shorts and that tiny t-shirt. |
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| Janette Adler | Friday, 31. January 2014, 03:01 Post #45 |
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Dr. Crazy
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Janette could not hear or see what Augustin was. Though she could tell he was hallucinating. She snapped her hand back to protect her recorder. While Agustin kept speaking, Dr. Adler looked back and forth and tried to keep track of Agustin's side of the conversation. Noting the sudden sexual turn to it. The good doctor took a different tack. She put her recorder back into its pocket. Took off her glasses and put them into another pocket. She then simply stood there quietly with her arms crossed just under her bosom. Occasionally she tapped her foot, or checked her watch. But for the most part, her attention stayed on the hallucinating fellow Malkavian. |
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| Jen | Friday, 31. January 2014, 04:09 Post #46 |
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Ancilla
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![]() "You cheating on me with these girls honey? Come back to bed. You can bring them if you want. I don't mind sharing.... or being shared. I forgive you to being such a manslut and having all that filthy lust inside... I know you can't help it." Jen was back... pale and corpse-like, but laying across a soft couch with a smile on her face, wearing nothing but a button down shirt, her eyes glowing a faint gold instead of their old warm amber. |
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| Cid | Friday, 31. January 2014, 08:40 Post #47 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Rage roiled up within him. The taunting and the teasing. The accusations. He'd had more than enough a long time ago. No urge to apologize to the Emily figment, anymore. Even the doctor seemed to tempt him, taking off her glasses and pushing up her chest. Although, it was his own mind producing these fucked up scenes. He could only be mad at himself. He didn't want to let them get to him, but it was hard. So hard, sometimes... He fell softly into a sitting position, almost gracefully. On purpose, of course. He sat on the dust covered wood floor with just a bit of trash underneath him. "Go away, you fuckers..." He mumbled. "Fucking doctor... It got worse when you showed up! Why are you here? I don't even have a thing for you types..." His arms crossed and stayed in that position as he stared at Janette, doing his best to ignore the others. Though she annoyed him just as much as some of the others, she caught and kept his attention for some reason. He didn't even want to acknowledge zombie Jen, but she definitely had an effect... Edited by Cid, Friday, 31. January 2014, 08:41.
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| Janette Adler | Saturday, 1. February 2014, 01:44 Post #48 |
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Dr. Crazy
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Janette just stood there, calmly. She scratched her temple. She occasionally glanced from here to there around the room, but always came back to give Agustin her attention. She smoothed out her skirt, tugged on her sleeves, made sure her clothes were looking properly. Every now and then her smartphone buzzed and she got a text. She would glance at them, sometimes sending out a quick reply, other times just nodding and putting the phone away. She seemed to be waiting for... something. But she said... nothing. |
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| Cid | Saturday, 1. February 2014, 02:00 Post #49 |
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Agustin stood back up abruptly. He tapped his feet on the wood floor, almost taunting the doctor. Why was she still here? Out of spite? He reached in his pocket to check his own phone. How much time had passed? A couple hours since sunset, at least. "Fine!" He shouted. "Fuck you. If you won't go, then I will." Said low, anger still lingering. He moved to walk past the doctor, out the front door and off to find some blood and supplies. He picked up his grey backpack from the floor and checked the irksome woman one last time. "You say you're real... The others don't... Prove it, eh?" He moved in closer again, backpack in his left hand. Close enough to bite her, almost. |
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| Janette Adler | Monday, 3. February 2014, 06:12 Post #50 |
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Dr. Adler replied "There is no way for anyone to prove that they exist to another. The only existence that any of us can be sure of is our own. We could be imaging the entire universe. An infinite universe. If you are in an infinity, every point where you are is the center of it. Thus, you are in the center of the universe. Perhaps, one you have created in order to have the illusion of experience." The good doctor replaced her glasses on her face, and looked through them owlishly at Agustin. "What matters is not if I am real or not, all that matters is what you experience in relation to me. What is different from your experience of me in contrast with your experience of the others you have seen and heard here. What have you learned? What shall you do now? That is what matters most of all. What one does in relation to what they have learned, and what they have experienced. Do you understand?" Dr. Adler was, of course, crazy. But crazy didn't make you wrong. |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 3. February 2014, 07:39 Post #51 |
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Emily was now only in a garter belt, nylons and a red leather corset that pushed her tiny breasts up for all to see. She gave Agustin a chuckle as she waltzed over the the couch and sat down next to Zombie Jen. "Or you could watch us girls have fun sweetie pie," Emily said as she began kissing Jen and groping her ample bosom. "Or join us!" Emily winked at him before proceeding to make love with Jen. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 4. February 2014, 10:48 Post #52 |
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Agustin shook his head slowly and pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out a sigh as he responded to the doctor. "Of course I understand. You wouldn't even be here if I didn't, now would you? I don't believe that philosophical nonsense, though. Much as everyone else seems to, I don't want to be the center of anything! All I want is some peace, my own space to just be, maybe someone to share with. Maybe." The younger Lunatic sighed again and then let out a weak chuckle. "Look at me! Talking to you fuckers like this! The fuck is wrong with me? That's the real question that matters. Why do I keep giving you fuckers the attention, eh? Doesn't seem to do any good!" He turned a moment to follow the other apparitions, regarding the lingerie-tart with a cold tone. "For fuck's sake. Stop fucking the others!" Lesbians weren't even really a turn on for him. And Zombie Jen was only creeping him the fuck out. The fuck kinda horror bullshit was that one trying to pull, anyway? Was it supposed to be a message for Agustin? Fuck whatever that was, either way... He turned away from all of them, finally, fed up for the night. Making his way through the front door, stepping over trash, backpack in hand. Nothing to really stop him, unless the doctor really was real... |
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| Janette Adler | Wednesday, 5. February 2014, 02:28 Post #53 |
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Janette didn't do anything to stop Augustin. In fact she followed behind him out the front door. In the drive outside the house was the van she used to drive to the manor. A white van with the Kaegan Sanatorium logo on the door. There was an orderly behind the wheel who looked to Dr. Adler questioningly. She held up a hand to quietly request he keep his place. Otherwise she watched Agustin to see what he would do now he was out in the fresh night air. |
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| Cid | Sunday, 9. February 2014, 01:26 Post #54 |
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"Bye!" He said with a taunting tone. Agustin didn't notice the van in the driveway, and if he did, he wouldn't have cared either way. He crossed the yard in the opposite direction, off to wander. He would try to gather some money and supplies, maybe come back here later. It was a nice place to squat, most of the windows already blacked out for a nice safe sleep during the day. He pulled his phone back out and stopped for a moment to dig through his backpack for headphones. Once he found them, he flicked on some good tunes. Went straight for some System of a Down. Not really in the mood for anything else, he hoped it would at least drown shit out on full blast. The Lunatic was heading south, for richer neighborhoods, some better thieving grounds. He hadn't had much luck scrounging up north, even if there were nice hoods up here, he seemed to be finding the worst of them. Including the one he was leaving now... ((Closed for the time being, Agustin has left the building...)) |
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| Cid | Sunday, 9. February 2014, 23:45 Post #55 |
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((Open again! Continued from here...)) Agustin had been walking for the past several hours. At least seven, maybe eight. More than halfway through London, he had to take the darker alleys and dirt roads to avoid attention. Face smudged with blood and his own jacket slowly drying with the crust of his victims, he was not a sight to just ignore. Well, not for certain people the Malkavian had no intention of dealing with. He had gotten lost along the way a few times, dazed and stressed. Voices picking at him the whole way, a cold numbness creeping into his soul. He had a beacon saved for his destination on his phone's map, and he knew a lot of the streets of the city from just wandering the past few months, but he still had trouble getting there. Somehow, he managed to not break down the whole way. Just a numb expression on his face, looking down at the ground most of the way to hide his shameful face. All he had on him was his phone, backpack left at Emily's with all the rest of his belongings. The house was just as he had left it last, dusty and dirty, and crawling over with plants and the occasional animal. It didn't bother him in the moment, there were far greater things to worry about now. It wasn't the safest place, but for Agustin it was among the safer for his own use. In a bad neighborhood, overgrown trees and bushes obscured the structure from the roads. Though, it looked rather solid once close up. It held a certain allure to him, quiet and out of the way. Yet, something was still off. Why was it abandoned still? It was solid, not really falling apart, even if the real estate wasn't ideal, it was worth something... Unlike Agustin... As soon as he crossed the threshold, he broke down. Blood fell from his cold eyes and his jacket dropped from one limp hand as the other closed the door behind him numbly. He wasn't loud, but the sounds he made were disturbing. Gnashing teeth and muffled screams through his closed mouth. Hands reached up to claw at his cheeks when he realized he was crying again. Why was he crying so much!? He wasn't a crybaby in mortal life! He was immortal (more or less), had found love (more or less), and even a few friends (more or less), but still... He couldn't stay stable long enough to enjoy it... He froze when he heard a frightened whimper. Something else was in the house with him. Bloodied mismatched eyes looked around the dark room of the main part of the house. There was a lone dog, mangy and emaciated, cowering in the corner. Sheltering itself from the cold winter outside, it would fall victim to something worse. Agustin shuffled toward it, drawing more noise from the poor animal. Most lesser beasts weren't really scared of him, unlike other Kindred, but he was covered in blood and extremely unstable now. He couldn't pull any Cesar Milan bullshit like he usually did when feeding from dogs... He was on the smaller creature in a second flat once he had crossed the majority of the floor, a horrifying act of desperate hunger. It tried to fight back, yipping and snapping at him as his fangs dug into the skin and bones of it's neck clumsily. Once the fangs were in, though, it was paralyzed. Already dead. He drained it completely, quickly, as there was little blood in the weak animal in the first place. A husk crumpled back down onto the floor as Agustin withdrew, the broken creature barely affecting his hunger at all... The Malkavian fell into the wall closest to him and the dead dog, sliding down into a seated position. His blood touched hands rested on the floor and his head looked up at the ceiling with despair. Through blurred vision, he could barely see the rest of the room. Just a little bit of moonlight trickled in through one window on the second floor hallway. Blood fell from his cheeks anew and he looked down at the corpse next to him. He spoke weakly, sorrowful "I'm sorry..." |
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| Lynx | Monday, 10. February 2014, 00:05 Post #56 |
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Lord Torchwood
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![]() "Dude, dafug man? Ye just go and leave me te die in a trash can, covered in yer vomit?" The Irish zombie was sitting in a huge green shamrock and staring at Agustin, smoking from a pipe and regarding him with serious confusion and disgust. "First ye chase me around a friggin block, through a subway all because ye jumped into MY photos. Then ye jest let three mooks murder the shit out of me and THEN ye murder the hell out of the mooks, drink them down and VOMIT their bloody life blood on me? I say again, dafug man?" Edited by Lynx, Monday, 10. February 2014, 00:06.
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| Cid | Monday, 10. February 2014, 00:17 Post #57 |
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The Lunatic tensed up when he saw something come into his vision. That Irish guy from a while back... Lynx? That was him, earlier, in the trash? No wonder he looked familiar, then... Right elbow slammed into wall and dented plaster as Agustin tried to scurry away from the frightening apparition. A rotting, disgusting corpse of Lynx questioning him. As if Agustin had answers... "Fuck! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry..." He screeched back painfully, trailing off with a second apology, voice already hoarse and strained as soon as it started. Viscous tears streamed down the sides of his face. He wasn't all together in this moment. Couldn't distinguish reality anymore. Not enough to know that the returning hallucinations were just figments of his derangement. Was it the house? Haunted or on some dark ley line? Ancient druid burial ground? Probably just a coincidence it seemed to bring the worst of his mind out... |
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| Lynx | Thursday, 13. February 2014, 13:17 Post #58 |
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"Oh, well that's alright. It's not like yer not too stupid to understand how te call 999 in a country ye been livin in fer what, half a year or more? It's not like there aren't you know... educational posters on all the tube trains, sides o' buses, bus stop walls, commercials, fecking TV shows... But hey, yer probably not that stupid, ye just wanted me dead. I mean, ye did stalk me te kill me right?" The corpse stood over Agustin, staring at him with broken eyes, pools of swollen blood robbing him of whites. His face was torn wide open down the side revealing his skull. His clothing was glued to his body with Agustin's bloody vomit, but that didn't stop him from waving an arm that seemed to have a second elbow halfway down the forearm. It looked like he was trying to point at the Malkavian, but his arm being bent meant the hand was pointing off to the side. "Ye didn't even have the balls te do that though, did ye? So did ye pay the gang bangers te jump me then? Then kill them to cover yer tracks? What a big bad vampires ye are. But hey, there's four fresh dead corpses in an alley thanks te your fecking incompetence. So at least ye can say ye helped increase the crime rates of London, bully for ye!" The Irish zombie flung his arms out as though congratulating Agustin on a great achievement. Boot shaped dents were visible on his torso and on one side the dished in ribs were visible. His warm smile was warped by broken fractured teeth, many of which seemed split vertically down into the gums. "I like that ye took the time te feed on yer victims. True monster material ye are. Course then ye vomited all yer blood onto me. Gave the cops a NICE big mystery te work with didn't ye? Maybe they'll track down Emily, since ye've set them te hunting vampiric murderers in the night. Probably lock her in some sterile room, take turns slicing her open to test how she works. She might like it though, at least it'll be germ free!" |
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| Cid | Friday, 14. February 2014, 01:19 Post #59 |
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Agustin tried to take his eyes off the apparition, but it was difficult. Probably impossible. Looming over him on the floor, tormenting harshly with it's words. Every time he got his mismatched eyes to move away, the corpse seemed to move along with him. Following his line of sight... Because it's coming from his own head, anyway, of course he won't be able to ignore it. He tried to scramble away, but kept falling into the wall and hitting trash on the floor. His face covered in blood, accidentally kicking the dead dog next to him. It was fucking stupid. Incredibly stupid of him, not to know that damn number. To ignore all those signs, and shit on television... He didn't really need it until he fucked up and got himself into a situation with a bunch of bloody corpses on his hands. "I never wanted to kill anyone..." He whimpered hoarsely back at the Lynx. "I was only gonna rob you..." He felt like wretching, but didn't have enough blood in his system. Any more blood loss and he might frenzy or fall into torpor... Not that he was aware of that, but the possibilities... Fucking criminal, Agustin. A gods damned monster, too. It wasn't his place to knock bullies around. Maybe that Irish fucker deserved what he got, and the people Agustin killed might have been the lesser of evils. Lynx did seem a bit of a cunt. He shouldn't have fed on them. Of course they'd fucking expire after that much trauma. He should have known better. Should have just rang the medics for the poor stupid fuck already in the trash. But no, he had to hurt those people... What the fuck was wrong with him!? Then Agustin began to really panic. What about Emily!? What the fuck did he just do? Could it come back on Emily? He had just come from her place... Maybe people saw them together. Maybe the police would figure out it was him and link the two of 'em. Even if she was only questioned, that would be bad... 'Please, God. No. Don't let anything happen to Emily...' He was almost praying as he looked at that rotting corpse of Lynx. "It was my fault! Nothing's going to happen to her..." He spoke back up, trying to stand up in the process. "Don't talk about her like that!" He was extremely agitated. "I'll kill them, everyone! No one touches her!" He screamed, barely intelligible through the hoarseness and blood streaming down his face. Agustin lunged at the vision, trying to push it away. At least get it to shut up. He didn't want to think about Emily, now. But he couldn't help it, she was always in his thoughts nowadays. Gods, she's going to hate him... He basically ran off without so much as a word, then murdered three or four people. What if they did trace it back to her... "No. No. No. NO!" |
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| Lynx | Friday, 14. February 2014, 01:31 Post #60 |
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Lord Torchwood
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Agustin hit the corpse and it... splattered, all over him. Dripping chunks, rotting bits. Maggots and beetles, ants crawling along his skin. Formication, the hallucination of THINGS crawling all over your skin, under your clothing. The Irish corpse just... ruptured and splattered along Agustin and the floor like a diseased watermelon. The doors and windows in the room seemed to have vanished. Written all over the dusty old walls in drying, clotted blood was the word MURDERER. Murderer! ..............................MURDERER!! MURDERER.... .......................... COOKIE! MURDERMURDERMURDERMURDERMURDERER!!!! The Irishman still stood there, laughing. His corpse gone he was like a photo negative. A black haired image with slate gray skin and neon pink eyes. Agustin could see the wall behind Lynx if he looked hard enough. Only his wounds were the right color, dripping blood steadily. "Don't ye like knowing what people are going te do with yer mistakes lad? Yer covered in death... death is SOOOOO much harder te scrub off than germs. If Emily can't stand te touch ye when yer a bit mucky, how is she gonna feel about touchin ye when ye drip with the red spots of death? Every inch of ye is stained and filthy with yer muckin incompetence!" The Wraith shifts, floating slightly over the ground and drifting lazily around the room, as though inspecting the words on the wall. |
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