Trio of Outlaws (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Trio of Outlaws (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WanderingSpirit</strong> on <strong>04-10-2018, 05:35:19</strong>
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				Saturday night, the street was as busy as a college town gets. Men dressed up, women dressed up, everyone was out. Some were hoping to have fun, others were searching for something else. Something more intimate. And that, a lost soul hoping to keep warm with another body, was who Abigail was searching for. <br><br>With a slow saunter in her walk, Abby neared her favourite bar in town. The music could be heard softly from the outside. This place had provided more than one successful hit in the past. Ideally, she went for people of power. Her 'job' had the threat of ruining lives, and she knew she should feel bad. However, Abby knew she didn't. In fact, it was quite contrary. It excited her, gave her a high like nothing else. She thirsted for the power blackmail brought, and she was damn good at it now. <br><br>Running a hand down her tight, thigh length, black dress she pushed the entrance open. Her dark eyes scanned the room, like a hunter looking for her prey. There were plenty of lonely bodies to be found, though none caught her interest right away. Instead, she headed towards the bar, her blonde hair bouncing with each sway of her step.<br><br>Leaning over the bar slightly with a flirty smile, she asked for a drink. It didn't take long to have her request filled, it never did. That's exactly how she liked it too. Abby raised the glass to her lips, her aura demanding attention from any and all in the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trio of Outlaws (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wade Amore</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 20:55:20</strong>
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				Meanwhile, behind the bar, a lad was dying.<br><br>Violently.<br><br>Proper vicious murder, as a homeless man mouth was closed shut by a stranger's hand. A knife slid up his backside, trying to cut through his spin. As the homeless man collapsed to the ground, the murderer continued to slice up his back with repeated stabbings. It was a hunter trying to carve open it's killed prey, reaching in to remove its organs. It was absolute mutilation, as skin was stripped off unevenly, and muscle was left out on the alleyway path. After twenty minutes had passed, the corpses back was emptied out, left to rot behind a dumpster. The murderer stood up, breathing heavily from the energy it took out from him. His gloves were covered in blood, and his clothes soaked in red. He couldn't help but give the blood a taste, licking his index finger.<br><br>Too metallic, he thought to himself. After that, he left the scene, escaping into the night. Around an hour later, the same man who did that walked into the bar, wearing different clothes. He eyed up the bar scene, which smell of beer and men who hadn't showered in some time. yeah, this'll do. Walking up to the bar, he ordered himself a drink, only a set or two down from where Abby was. He looked handsome, around her age, maybe a year or two younger, with his dark brown hair short but wavy, and a slightly tanned skin. This was James. He was a third year student at college, and everyone seemed to like him. He was talkative, friendly, perhaps a touch weird to be around, but never enough to make people not be around him.<br><br>The reality behind James though was...... Well, serial killer would be a good word to use for him. The feeling of playing god with someone's life was quite fun for him, along with other taboo and vicious acts. It was just a mental tick in his head, a feeling in his body that said to do it. It was fun being the man everybody wanted to find, the guy behind the deaths, one the police wanted to find. Maybe it was him taking some revenge out on the world for his parents, but James enjoyed being a sadist. To have everyone around you fear you was, 'erotica for the mind,' in his own opinion, even if he didn't get off on it.... Sometimes.<br><br>The bar was a perfect location to find another victim of his perverted enjoyment of death, but when he saw Abby, he couldn't help but see her as a more suitable target than any of the other fat, old, and dense patrons of the bar. She was beautiful, fit, had the look of intelligence on her. She'd be perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trio of Outlaws (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WanderingSpirit</strong> on <strong>08-10-2018, 05:08:50</strong>
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				Abby spoke to the man next to her, she couldn't quite remember his name. Bill? Bobby? Ah, she didn't care. It became quite apparent he wasn't the type for her. She needed powerful men, the kind who were well socialized. While the one she spoke to was married, he was broke and had nothing to offer. <br><br>When she noticed James, however, Abby unconsciously smiled. Interrupting the man before her with a had on his arm, she shook her head. <br><br>"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Go on home to your wife, you'll figure it out." May as well try to make sure she doesn't run into the same man twice. Her voice was soft and silky, with a hint of a promise of long and fun nights ahead. If she chose you, that is. <br><br>Stepping away from the bar for a moment, she sauntered over to where her next target sat. Abby couldn't remember seeing him before, which was good for her. Good looking too, which was always a bonus, now she just had to find out if she wanted him. She wasted no time, making the first move herself. Perhaps she had a more dominant personality, but she was growing slightly impatient with how her night was going. She ordered another drink, and made herself comfortable. <br><br>"Tell me you're not here waiting for anybody else." It was a playful flirt, but her eyes bore determination and control. With a grin, she leaned her cheek against her hand, and waited.
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