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originally posted in:Neo Punks
Edited by Kain The Slain:
12/18/2015 5:53:23 PM
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[i][u]NYC Manhattan 5:45 am
Samantha Sinclair[/u][/i]
[b]Sam had walked up the stairs of a parking garage up to the top level. She stood on the edge of the roof after looksng around taking in the view she took a few steps back and took a running start then jumped over to the roof of the next building. After jumpng across a few different roof tops she stopped over an alley way then jumped down and leaned against the wall. Hidden from view she waited for her next victim to pass by
Sam thought to herself.
[i]"This will make what? 30 kills this week? 40? I lost count. Police still haven't found me so that's a plus although I do so love a good chase."[/i]
[spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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"Well... For some people like myself... Others would be horrified by your mere presence... But not our kind... Not artists..."
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[b]a devilish grin grows across her face[/b] "Indeed"
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"So what else do you do in your spare time? Other than the obvious? You must have other talents to use in your free time..."
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"I prefer to keep that information to myself"
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"Oh but why?? I hate mysteries... From one artist to another? Pleaaaaaase?" [b]He gets on his knees and looks up at you.[/b]
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"I actually spend most of my time sleeping"
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"Hmm, seems like its peaceful... Never do sleep, never had the time..."
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"It's relaxing"
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"Hmm interesting... Anything else a pretty lady like you does? I usually make knives in my spare time..."
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"When I sleep I usually bring a friend with me"
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"Oh well thats interesting... And who do you classify as friends?"
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"Specific people that have peeked my interests and there's a very small group of people who have done so"
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"Very nice... I haven't really seen anyone like that yet... This place is riddled in... People without talent."
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"Well I've met very few with talents like ours"
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"Yes indeed, we are a rare species."
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"You seem to have peeked.my interests ever so slightly. But not enough to be considered a friend"
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"And what would i need to do to do so?" [b]He asks with a small smile[/b]
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"Show me what you can do"
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"Hmm okay then... Watch." [b]He walks to a sidewalk and stays there for a little the pedestrians all stop walking immediately.They begin to fight each-other, killing each-other in brutal fashion. Feitan walks around waving his knife around like a conductor in an orchestra. He slashes down countless pedestrians with grace, almost like a dance, his blade moving too fast for the blood to stay on it. After a few minutes, they are all dead, except for feitan. He stands in the middle of the gore and carnage and smiles. [/b]
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[b]she smiles and gives a light amused laugh[/b] "Not bad"
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[b]He looks at the carnage around him and sighs[/b] "Alas, i could do much more but i will finish off with this" [b]The bodies convulse violently, they shift and break. They swirl around like a tornado of bone and flesh until a large fountain is made. The gel from the eyes flows down the multiple layers, bone demons on either side of it.[/b] "My signature"
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"It is magnificent"
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[b]He looks at it for a moment.[/b] " lets go before people spoil our fun, as it is common here..."
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[b]she climbs up to a nearby roof[/b]
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[b]He does the same and sits down.[/b] "That was my art, your the first to compliment me on it..."
