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You're not that saint that you externalize; you're not anything at all
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 19, 2017 21:15:29 GMT -6
Though it was about 2 in the morning Elias was wide awake. This was what he lived for, well this and Melody. Mostly Melody. But this, his job, kept both of them fed and with a roof over their heads in a nice little neighborhood. He cracked his knuckles and did one of the things he did best; he began cleaning the crime-scene of evidence the cops could use against Korso or any of his men. Not that it was really necessary, Korso owned most of the city and half the police force, but the man was nothing if not thorough.
Elias put on gloves and kneeled in the middle of the scene, looking into the murky night with careful eyes. Luckily there was a lamp nearby, which helped him in his job. He looked over the body to make sure it was completely dead, and dusted the area around the bullet wounds of gunpowder. He then looked for the discarded shells and began picking them up. There, now unless went for the bullets in the man, they couldn't identify the gun. Now to dispose of the body in the river, which was a street or two away, to make it difficult to place the actual murder. He would also wipe away the blood later to make it even more difficult to place the scene. Not to mention dumping in the river would make it hard to identify the body itself. His fellow killers just didn't think about these things, but honestly? It kept him employed.
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Some of us aren't so lucky...
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 26, 2017 11:05:35 GMT -6
Peter hadn't really expected while doing his nightly con runs to wind up walking onto a post-murder scene. Though living in a place like Gatsberry, he really shouldn't be surprised; things like this happened all the time to anyone who dared to challenge Korso Marcello. And while Peter couldn't say he liked the guy himself due to his overflowing pockets of cash that mocked people like him, including his street family, who starved and froze to death during the night, he was smart enough to know not to slip his fingers into the Don's pockets. If he ever got caught, he'd be shot dead on the spot; just like that poor fellow now lying in the streets with a nice bullet hole to the chest.
Backing up so that his body was hidden in the shadows, Peter peaked around the corner of the building into the darkened alley, spotting out of the corner of his eye a man who seemed to be picking things up off the ground. Mus' be one'a Korso's goons, he thought as he studied the man's movements as discreetly as possible. It made sense that Marcello would send someone to clean up his mess after he was done paying his respects to the unfortunate gentleman. It was part of the reason the police had a hard time pinning anything on the Don due to the lack of evidence.
And now that Peter had witnessed the cleaning process, he was probably in some red territory now. Especially since there wasn't many places he could go now without being spotted. Which was highly likely of happening seeing as there weren't any hiding places in that particular alley - plus the light from the streetlamp cast all too many shadows on the walls and any sort of movement at this point might give him away.
An' here I though' i' would be a quie' night, he thought as he calculated the best way to get out of the situation.
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jun 27, 2017 22:10:35 GMT -6
Elias paused in his work as he noticed a new little shadow. He pretended he hadn't see this peeper and instead went on with his work, taking some paint stripper, having found long ago if you apply it to the face and hands of people, it ate the skin and flesh away in record time. He then took out some pliers and began pulling teeth. One, this was to show Korso and while he didn't need to anymore, it made him feel better he had proof the job was done. Two, this would take away another form of identifying the man. Dental records. No fingerprints and no face to have family identify. It left the police in a tough spot. Just the way Elias liked it. He straightened up and turned to the shadow. "Come on out. You've seen to much. Either you help or you die, your choice" Elias called out wearily. He'd killed too many over being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jul 8, 2017 23:16:17 GMT -6
Just as Peter was thinking about slowly turning back the way he had come from, he heard the figure move so that he was now standing, pausing slightly before a male voice traveled through the night air.
"Come on out," the man said. "You've seen to much. Either you help or you die, your choice." Though the threat was a pretty serious one, the fellow said it rather tiredly. Peter didn't exactly want to test the man's patience, especially since the guy was standing there over a dead body. Bes' ta keep i' nice an' calm, he thought as he took a quick breath and exited his spot in the shadows.
"Nice nigh'," he replied with a tip of his hat, a rather untroubled smile on his face considering the situation. He kept a bit of a distance between him and the gent, just in case things went south rather fast and he ended up having to bolt. After all, the redhead had no idea who this guy was or what he might do, especially after he had already threatened to kill him should he leave now. "Sorry for in'erruptin' yur li'l bus'ness here, tho. I see ya's go' a lo' on yur hands."
As he spoke, he looked past the guy and towards the man behind him, noticing burn marks on the dead fellow's face; so much so, that the unfortunate gentleman wasn't exactly recognizable, as his facial features were being eaten away as Peter watched from a short ways away. The sight instantly made him take a small step back, his stomach turning as he felt bile rise in the back of his throat.
Refraining from showing too much emotion though, he kept as good of a smile as he could muster on his face as he raised his eyes back up towards the mysterious man standing in front of him. He figured the best thing to get out of the situation was try and comply with the gent the best he could, though he kept his gaze fixed on anywhere but the body lying there ahead of him - so long as he could help it, anyway. "Wha' ya wan' me ta do?" He finally asked, his voice quieter than before as he anxiously awaited the man's answer.
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jul 9, 2017 19:00:11 GMT -6
Elias sighed when the peeper came out and it was just a scrawny kid. He tilted his own hat in response and shrugged. "Morning. It's 2in the morning. And it's nice enough I suppose. Just not a good night to be wandering, not with murderers around. Am I right, kid?" He looked where the kid was peering and stepped in front of the face, trying to spare the kid but knowing it was too late. "I clean other people's messes" he explained briefly. "When a kill happens, I'm the one they send to fix loose ends" Elias shrugged again. "Help me dump a body. If you're doing the deed, you're less likely to spill, aren't ya? at least, that's been my experience" Elias walked back to the body and kicked it. "Question is where. Too far from my usual spot" he glanced at the kids. "Got any ideas?"
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Post by Peter Jones on Jul 12, 2017 13:39:18 GMT -6
"I clean other people's messes," the man said, stepping in front of the gentleman's body and blocking Peter's view of it. Which to be honest, was much to the redhead's relief. "When a kill happens, I'm the one they send to fix loose ends." He shrugged and Peter gave him a nervous smile in return.
"Soun's like'a fun job," Peter replied, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Sos wha' tha' go'ta do with me?" He watched as the tired fellow shrugged in response, waiting for the gentleman's answer. He dreaded whatever he was going to have to do to get out of this mess, knowing full well that refusing would only put him in more danger. And while he may not be worth much to most people, he still enjoyed life; plus he had Lina and the rest of his street family to protect.
"Help me dump a body," the man replied simply. "If you're doing the deed, you're less likely to spill, aren't ya?" Peter frowned at his comment as the man merely continued to talk. "At least, that's been my experience."
Letting out a defeated sigh, Peter lifted the cap on his head, running his fingers through his hair before returning it back to its prior position. "No' like I 'ave a choice, huh, Miste'?" he said, looking up to see the man turn towards the body before kicking the lifeless corpse. The sight sent another rise of bile in Peter's throat, though he forced it down, giving out a forced smile. "Guess yu's bough' my services."
The man turned back to look at Peter, seeming to be thinking about something. "Question is where," he said as he thought out loud. "Too far from my usual spot... Got any ideas?"
"Fo' wha'? Where ta dump the body?" Peter asked, surprised at the question. It wasn't like he went around thinking about the place place to hide a dead fellow or anything. But he supposed there weren't many people that knew the city as well as he did, and from their current location near the edge of town, he happened to know of a vacant spot that might work. "Yur in luck. I 'appen ta know of a place ou'side'a town." He motioned towards the body with his hand before placing his hands on his hips. "If ya carry the fella, I can lead ya to the spo'."
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