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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 8, 2017 22:25:11 GMT -6
It was just another rainy night in the city of Gatsberry. People were no where in sight and all you could hear was the pitter, patter of rain hitting the cement ground. It was soon interrupted by the sounds of grunting. Salvatore was taking care of guy who seemed to have pissed him off quite a bit. He rammed his foot into the guy's stomach with no mercy as the guy laid there, blood gushing from his mouth. " Oh c'mon.. You're not even putting up a fight. " He stared at him then, kicked him again. You heard a crack when his foot connected with his stomach one last time. The guy let out a loud scream, but Salvatore just laughed. No one could hear him, this place was pretty much sound proof. He stepped back some, slicking his hair back, giving the man a great big smile. " Fucking pathetic. You knew this was coming to ya, talking about my family like they didn't mean anything, " He scoffed, " They were the greatest fucking thing that has ever happened to this city, " He shook his head, trying to keep his cool for the moment. The man looked at him with all the strength he had left and spoke, " Your... family-... rots in hell... " Salvatore gave the man a glare, before bending down, picking the man up by his shirt and ramming his fist into his face.
The man was a friend of the men who killed his family. He refused to tell him anything or where the men were before insulting him and his family for no reason at all. And that is one thing you do not do.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 8, 2017 22:52:42 GMT -6
The sound of rain falling in the streets of Gatsberry was loud. Despite being summer, it was quite a rainy day, leaving a muggy feeling in the air that left the citizens feeling uncomfortable. On a day like this, Lacie used the rain to her advantage. It meant it was harder to see and harder to hear when she ran from whoever might have been chasing her on any given night, anyone who might be angry that she'd swiped something from them or otherwise conned them out of money and goods.
Tonight was no different. The sound of rainfall masked her quick footsteps, leaving her pursuers disoriented as she got further and further away, slipping through alleys and using the shadows to her advantage. The blonde swung her way around her corner and pressed herself to the wall, holding her breath as the two morons could be distantly heard running about and arguing about which way she had went. Finally, they cursed up a storm and retreated. Lacie panted and slid down, slowly catching her breath. Man, those two guys could run a lot farther than she thought. She'd have to find Peter later and give him his half of the earnings like she'd intended before they got separated. Lucky for him, she distracted the bozos long enough for him to slip away.
Shielded briefly from the rain by a tin roof and dressed in her rag-a-muffin clothes, Lacie stood back up and disrobed her apron from her dress. She held it above her head and stepped out of the tucked away corner, walking through the alleys as she tried to decipher where she'd ended up.
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sound of a man screaming. Lacie paused mid-step for a moment, wondering if she'd heard that right. Another man laughed, alerting Lacie to potential danger. Someone was being harmed and someone else was enjoying it. A good part of her screamed to just ignore it. Bad things happened all the time in this city, and she'd just barely made it out of her last predicament ten minutes prior. But there she was, peeking around the corner and pressing her luck, to find the sight of a man standing above over the crumple form of some poor goon, both of them soaked by the rain.
Queue the punch to the face. Wow. That tall guy was really angry with him. Probably deserved it, she mused. Again she had the chance to flee as if she'd never been there, and again she pressed her luck by staying to see how the fight played out. Maybe the smaller guy would make a surprise recovery at the last second and beat the crap out of the big guy. Not likely, though.
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 9, 2017 1:04:52 GMT -6
Salvatore continued to keep punching the man over and over again. He liked the feel of his fist hitting the man's face, it gave him joy. This man deserved every punch and every kick he got. He insulted his family and even himself. Salvatore was not going to let that go, he was going to make this guy remember him. He threw back one last punch and the guy let out a big 'oof' sound, his brown eyes stared directly into his almost looking into his soul. This man's faced was fucked up, one eye was completely shut, he was missing a couple teeth and his skin was covered in his own blood. Salvatore couldn't help but, chuckle a little bit at him, giving him another smile, " Boy, you are fucked up. " He snorted, staring at him, then threw him down ton the ground again. He pulled out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it, taking a few puffs to relieve himself. He peaked around, not noticing anyone was there, not really that he cared but, it was worth to check. He peaked back down and noticed the guy wasn't moving. He took his foot and shook him some, " Hey, I didn't say you could sleep. " Still, no movement came from the man. Salvatore bent down and put two fingers on his neck, trying to find his pulse... nothing. He killed him.
Salvatore stared some, his eyes widened a little, " Fuck, " he mumbled to himself. Now what? It would be kind of suspicious to carry him around the streets. Even though the streets were mostly empty, he wasn't risking it. He rolled his eyes, standing back up and took another puff of his cigar before throwing the halfway done bud at the body. He threw his hands up and laid them on the back of his head, staring up at the sky. He let the drops of rain go on his face as he thought of a plan with what to do with this guy.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 9, 2017 1:35:41 GMT -6
One punch, two punch, guy hunched, bone crunched.
Lacie watched silently as hit after hit landed on the downed guy, his face slowly growing larger and redder as time went on, his own cries of pain slowly fading into gurgles and wheezes that barely sounded human. Blood seeped into the water on the ground beneath him, bleeding so quickly from his face that even the rain couldn't wash it away for long before more trickled out. The tall guy, someone that she was sure she'd seen at the Lounge during its grand opening party, was laughing. Or maybe chuckling. It was low and sounded a little rough.
"Boy, you are fucked up." One last, drawn out wheeze. And then suddenly the guy wasn't moving. Did he pass out? "Hey, I didn't say you could sleep." Queue the kick to the guy's leg. Nothing. Lacie squinted. Was he even breathing? He wasn't breathing. He...Was he...? Her eyes widened slightly. Oh, shit. "Fuck," said the tall guy as he came to the same realization. No shit, fuck.
Suddenly the bag of goods in her hand slipped from her grip and she fumbled for a moment--unsuccessfully. It clattered to the ground, taking out a trash can in the process. Now it was Lacie's turn to swear.
"Fuck," she hissed under her breath. But even as she stared at the scene she had just witnessed, knowing she'd just alerted a literal murder to her presence, she oddly felt little fear. So instead of standing there like a deer in the headlights, she picked up her bag and stepped into view. Better she do it now instead of making him possibly chase after her. Nobody liked a witness to a crime, but an honest witness was better than a witness trying to flee. A calm witness could keep their cool and not make the criminal panic. A panicky criminal is a criminal that would kill a witness. Not good.
"So," she began, slinging the bag over her shoulder and stuffing the apron into the bag to cover up the stolen goods, "I guess it's a little late to convince you I'm selling girl scout cookies, bub?"
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 9, 2017 14:06:48 GMT -6
Salvatore peaked back at the dead body before him, mumbling out multiple cuss words. He was not one to control his anger and felt this guy deserved everything he got. Blood was still oozing out of him, some of it even got on his shirt. What was he to do this guy? He couldn't just throw him in a dumpster or leave him. He needed to make sure this guy was never to be found. He bent down and took out the man's wallet from his pocket. He peaked inside and saw a photo of a woman and a little boy. " Must have be his wife and kid, " He thought to himself. He looked on the back and it said,
" My two angels in heaven, I will never forget you. "
Well, deceased wife and kid. Good news was, no one would really look for him. For long at least. He put the wallet back into his pocket and the suddenly it sounded like something fell on the ground from the distance. He peaked over, not really able to see anyone. He stood up and squinted his eyes some, seeing a small figure, picking up what had fell. The figure must have seen what happened to this man, it was a witness. No one could tell on him, he wasn't going to let that happen. He was about to run after the figure but, it started to walk towards him. He stopped and raised his eyebrow, " What the hell? " Why would a person come towards a man that just killed somebody? He continued to watch and as the figure walked into the light, he widened his eyes a little. It was a small girl, with long blonde hair, holding a bag of cookies.
" I guess it's a little late to convince you I'm selling girl scout cookies, bub? "
He couldn't help but, chuckle at her comment. He stared at her, slicking his bloody hand through his hair and smirked, " Yeah, maybe just a little bit, kid. " This kid didn't seem scared at the fact, so what the hell was she up to?
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 9, 2017 18:10:22 GMT -6
Lacie was still quiet, observing the guy as he processed what he'd done. He seemed to contemplate what to do, rummaging through the dead guy's pockets and pulling out his wallet. Something about... angels in heaven? Maybe the dead guy had a dead family. Ouch. At least he was with them, she supposed. The rain was falling a little less heavily as she approached, their eyes locked, allowing her to see the tall man in better clarity than she had moments before. She was soaked by the falling water already but didn't pay it any mind. It wasn't the time to worry about catching a cold.
"Yeah, maybe just a little bit, kid," the man chuckled at her quip and she felt a little less tense, one corner of her mouth turning upwards into a smirk. She paused to consider her next statement, tilting her head as she examined the body up close. Lots of blood. There were parts of the face she didn't know could swell that much or even break, but this guy managed to do it.
"Looks to me like you didn't mean to send him to his family," she stated in earnest, looking back up to the guy. Part of her wanted to ask for his name, but she didn't think it was wise to do that, at least not at this moment, so instead, she brushed her wet bangs from her eyes and put her hand to her hip. "Assuming you don't wanna get caught... you want help getting rid of him?"
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 9, 2017 22:10:19 GMT -6
Salvatore stared at the kid, studying her some. She was pretty brave to come close to a guy that just killed somebody. It impressed him somewhat. " Looks to me like you didn't mean to send him to his family. " He peaked at the guy and stared. He pissed him off quite a bit, but he didn't mean to kill the guy. Even though, he didn't regret doing it. He shouldn't have brought up his parents, insulting them to his face. He clinched his fists just thinking about it again. He peaked back at her and sighed, " No, I didn't. " He shrugged and smirked softly. " Serves him right though. " He stared at her once more.
" Assuming you don't wanna get caught... you want help getting rid of him? " He groaned at the fact that he still had to do something with him. He just wanted to go home and sleep to be honest. He stared at her, a dreadful look in his brown eyes, " Yeah, I'm going to need to do something with him. " He tilted his head and bent down to get on her level, " How are you gonna help me though? Aren't you a little small to do something like this? " He smirked some, staring at her still.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 10, 2017 13:34:23 GMT -6
So, the guy really didn't mean to kill him, but at the same time, he wasn't remorseful about it. Suppose the dead goof was a real piece of work to have gotten this sort of send off from this world. Accidental or not, it didn't seem like this guy was the type to kill for the hell of it, so it must have been deserved. Lacie watched as the guy bent down to her level and immediately she showed distaste for the gesture, her lips pursing. She rolled her eyes at his smirk, knowing he was probably just trying to make light of the whole thing by jabbing at her size.
"People always underestimate me," she muttered with a slight shake of her head. She looked the guy up and down, noting the splatters of blood on his shirt, face, and hands, before glancing around. Seagulls could be heard close by, and with the rain dying down a bit, she could smell the sea. She must have wound up in the alley behind some of the places at the waterfront. A flicker of an idea, then a slight smirk as she spied an old rug in a nearby pile of rubbish. "We can wrap him up and tie a bag of bricks to his ankles, send him off for a long swim," she offered, looking back to the guy. "If there's anybody nearby I can distract them while you drag the dead weight."
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 10, 2017 20:45:02 GMT -6
Salvatore watched her as the girl gave him a look like it went right through her. He always liked to tease with people, get under their skin and he knew this girl was in for a lot of it. He stood up some and peaked down at her, hearing her mumble and chuckled, " I'm just messing with ya, kid. " He smirked once again and then peaked back down at the body. What was he going to do with him. This girl couldn't pick him up, she was just a kid. He sighed and slid his hair back once again. He was honestly out of ideas and completely brain dead of the whole situation.
" We can wrap him up and tie a bag of bricks to his ankles, send him off for a long swim. If there's anybody nearby I can distract them while you drag the dead weight. "
His eyes widened when he heard that and peaked at her. This kid already came up with a plan on how to get rid of this body. This little girl. He stood there in shock for some. He was mostly impressed, it made him like her a little more. He smirked a little, " Well damn, kid. Never thought you would be the one to come up with something like that. " He peaked at the body and nodded, " This just might work. " She seemed to be a little mischievous and didn't know if he should fully trust her. He sighed some and looked at her, " Alright, we are doing your plan. Don't fucking bail on me either. " He glared some and then went to the body, picking him up like he was nothing. He threw him over his shoulder, not caring about the blood. " Ladies first. " He motioned his arm for her to lead the way. It was very dark so, no one would be able to tell what was happening. Hopefully, this plan would work.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 10, 2017 21:29:43 GMT -6
Queue the shocked expression and slack jaw. Lacie rolled her eyes again, waiting ever so patiently for the guy to recompose himself so he could respond. What would he decide? Yea or nay? Given the situation, he didn't have any other options besides leaving the body where it laid. But then he smirked right back and her slight smile turned into a grin. "Of course you didn't," she stated in a matter of fact manner. "Most people who underestimate me wind up missing their wallets. Don't worry, though--I already swiped what I needed to from some buffoons on First Street. Pretty good runners for having such stubby legs, they chased me all the way down here before giving up."
The blonde skipped her way to the pile of rubbish and got to work. Firstly, dumping the contents of her bag (mainly consisting of stolen canned goods, some bread, and some cash, none of which she was going to keep for herself) onto her apron, which she then turn into a makeshift bag of its own. The knots were a bit messy, but the job got done, so she didn't worry about it and instead began filling her now empty bag with bricks. Lacie filled it as much as she could, and in the end she could barely lift it, but managed. Finally, she dragged the old rug out of the pile and rolled it open, looking to the guy expectantly.
"You just gonna carry him like that, or you wanna put this carpet to use? Your choice."
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 11, 2017 20:02:27 GMT -6
Salvatore stared at her, raising an eyebrow. " Of course you didn't," she stated in a matter of fact manner. "Most people who underestimate me wind up missing their wallets. Don't worry, though--I already swiped what I needed to from some buffoons on First Street. Pretty good runners for having such stubby legs, they chased me all the way down here before giving up. " That caused him to laugh. He was starting to like this girl. She didn't take shit from no one and he liked that. He smirked, " Well, note to self. Don't mess with this chick. " He snorted some and then watched her start to make a bag.
He was impressed with her skills and was kind of surprised that she was still here, helping a guy she doesn't even know. On top of that, he just killed somebody. Hecould feel blood going down his back and it made him groan some, " Man, could you stop fucking bleeding for one second? " He rolled his eyes and before he knew it she was right there in front of him, the bag open. " You just gonna carry him like that, or you wanna put this carpet to use? Your choice. " He peaked at the bag then at her, " Well, it would probably be best. I didn't mind caring the son of bitch, since he already ruined my favorite shirt. "
He took the man off his shoulders and stuffed him down there, taking the bag from her. He started to tie it then lifted it up, back over his shoulders. It was a little heavy but, nothing he couldn't handle. " Let's go. " He started to go in front. He was eager to get this over with, he wanted to go home.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 11, 2017 20:39:10 GMT -6
"Well, note to self. Don't mess with this chick."
Lacie smiled to herself, but remained wary. She was watching the man from the corner of her eye every step of the way. He was real tall, obviously strong enough to lift the dead weight and sling him over his shoulder, and punched the dead guy to death in the first place. She hated when people jabbed at her size, but even she wasn't dumb enough to disregard how small she was compared to most people. She's never been in a real fight, not in the brawling sense. She'd scrapped with some kids before, even got a few punches in, but she mostly stuck to using her speed as a means of avoiding hits. Her speed wasn't shit if someone snatched her up.
Gotta play it... well, safe wasn't the right word. Play it... smart? Nah, this was definitely a dumb thing to involve herself in. Hmm. Cautious. Yeah, she supposed that would work. Gotta play it cautious. He seemed friendly enough if you were on his good side, but his bad side had one hell of a wrath. She wanted to stay on his good side for as long as possible.
It took a moment of thinking (and complaining about the dead guy still bleeding all over his shirt) before Mr. Tall As Shit laid the body down in compliance and covered up the mess sufficiently. With a grunt, he hoisted it back up over his shoulder once more and started heading out of the alley.
Lacie stood up and bolted her way in front of him to keep watch, carrying the bag of bricks and the apron of goods with her. She contemplated stashing her stuff away somewhere to have less to carry, but in the end decided against it on the chance that the two of them would have to make a run for it. She didn't want to have to leave her stuff in some alley for some random person to find. She glanced to Tall As Shit briefly before moving ahead of him as quietly as possible to get a look at what they were walking into. She was right. They had been in an alley behind the various shops and eateries selling the fresh-from-the-shore seafood they were famous for. Not many streetlights were shining brightly in the area. Two or three scattered around the block at most. The teen turned to Tall Guy again and motioned silently for him to hurry across the road while they had the chance.
"The docks are the best bet," she whispered, keeping an eye on the figures at the end of the block. They were probably bums sharing some bread. Hopefully not the cops. Definitely. Hopefully. She'd figure out a story or excuse if the need arose.
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 12, 2017 21:34:38 GMT -6
Salvatore continued to walk, seeing as the girl quickly jolted in front of him. This girl seemed like she knew what she was doing. Has she done this before? Or did she just know her stuff. He was still impressed on how well this girl knew when and where to do this. If he were the one to do this, especially his size, he would be caught instantly.
" By the way, thank you for helping. Didn't think you would, " he whispered. He peaked around seeing all the shops and stores they came across while walking more and more closer to the docks. The sea smell got stronger as the wind blew. Salvatore always loved the water. Since he was a sailor for most of his life. He started to remember, his father taking him when he was a kid. They would collect seashells for his mom every time they went. He peaked down, remembering those memories. Soon coming after was anger. He quickly shook it off. This was not the time to get angry, he needed to focus.
He peaked around then heard a whisper from the small girl, " The docks are the best bet. " He saw her motion for him to hurry and follow. He took a deep breath and bent down some, quickly and quietly going across. He saw her face stare at something, he peaked seeing figures in the distance. " Fuck. " He looked around then, his attention went to her, " What do we do now? "
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 12, 2017 21:54:28 GMT -6
"What kinda bum would I be if I offered help and then didn't follow through?" Lacie replied, acknowledging the guy's thank-you with a nod. She could tell the sea was stirring up memories and feelings that the big guy didn't want to deal with at the moment. Maybe it had to do with the dead parents he and the deadweight had talked about during the fight. Nostalgia, mild amusement, then a flash of anger, before he shook it all away and he refocused on the task at hand. Whatever it was he was thinking of, it must have weighed on him a lot.
Then suddenly Tall Guy noticed the figures as well and seemed caught off guard. He obviously wasn't good at this sort of thing.
"Calm down and act casual," she whispered back, scooting a bit closer to the guy. "Doesn't look like they're headin' this way. Act like you got nothin' to hide and they probably won't notice we exist." She paused, glancing around to make sure no others were present. She took a moment to brush her wet bangs from her eyes again, then gripped her bags tight and looked up to him. "Let's just walk. If anybody stops us, just... follow my lead, bub. And stay close."
With that, she stepped onto the pier and led the way.
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jul 13, 2017 12:45:35 GMT -6
" What kinda bum would I be if I offered help and then didn't follow through? " That made a small smile appear on his face, he was glad she did stay. If she didn't, well things probably would have turned out worse. He knew he wouldn't trust anyone with what she saw. Especially, if she was trying to run for it also. This kid was a lot of help to him, so hopefully this isn't the last encounter they will ever have.
" Calm down and act casual. Doesn't look like they're headin' this way. Act like you got nothin' to hide and they probably won't notice we exist. Let's just walk. If anybody stops us, just... follow my lead, bub. And stay close. "
He listened to her and followed her as she scurried to the pier. Salvatore has never done this sort of thing before. He hasn't killed anyone before so, this is a first time thing. It felt kind of good to him but yet, it was nerve racking to go through all this just to get rid of the evidence. He peaked back as they were walking, keeping his eye on the figures. He hoped to god those were just bums, anything but cops. If it had to go to that measure if the chick couldn't convince them, he would probably have to get rid of them as well. He peaked back turning his attention to the girl once more. He whispered, " Anytime now, he is starting to smell like shit. " He peaked and saw the end coming up and picked up the pace some, walking beside her now. He needed to get this body off of him, the bloody smell was making him sick. Sea water doesn't help the cause either.
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