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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Aug 31, 2016 2:24:11 GMT -5
(( Wait, you can do that?? I would have changed back months ago xD))
Emily hadn't expected such a reaction from him. Somehow, for some reason, she had expected a laugh or a "you're welcome" instead. Ah well, at least he didn't seem angry. "Sorry." she chuckled and sat down again in the worn down seat, fingers rubbing the necklace between them. Maybe there was hope for things to take a better turn after all. They finally got the one of the few stations in the small town. "Sure. Don't freeze out there." she joked, watching him get out of the vehicle to go prepay for their gas. When he was inside, Emily grabbed her phone to see if she could look up the neighborhood, one hand on the phone, one hand still caressing her new necklace.
Little bells jingled when the door opened. Thomas was right about one thing, this place was pretty barren. But when wasn't it? Only one other guy was inside, currently looking at the drink coolers for something to drink. It was his favorite place to go to when he was out and about and had a need for something to quench his thirst. The bells caught his attention, and he noticed someone who almost looked familiar.
Believe it or not, but the prophet killer had a pretty big fan. Trevor Boren had heard of the mysterious serial killer. He himself was one in the making, with no word out of his name, in fact he was still new enough that he had no cool name like that. But he had an idol, who happened to walk inside that station. Ever since the prophet killer had arisen, Trevor had become quite the stalker. After a little he had narrowed down the locations of targets and had figured out that he seemed to follow the Bible. And whether Thomas knew it or not, Trevor had witnessed his work and had finally learned the face of what he called his hero.
Trevor peeked over a shelf and saw the man who had entered the station. As he turned he saw a face, and that inner fanboy of the twenty-seven year old was instantly enlightened. He walked over to Thomas and waited for him to finish with the cashier, then he cleared his throat. "You new around here?" he asked, mentally slapping himself. Wow. That was how he greeted his hero? Sure he didn't want to seem creepy or stupid by announcing that he was the prophet killer, but still...
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You pc bruh?
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Aug 31, 2016 2:54:45 GMT -5
(I think so, I mean you used to be able to. I upgraded my gaming computer to W10, and hated it right away so I clicked the revert button. That was back when it was released though. )
Thomas finished paying the man behind the counter, and was about to walk out the door when an odd man came up to him. He didn't seem like a threat, or at least not a threat to him at least. However it was odd for someone to just come up to him. Emily, and the pharmacist was one thing she was a pretty girl, but why come up to a beard guy who looks like he only talks about tools... That was something an customer had commented to him when he was working. The point was he wasn't a pretty lady, nor did he look rich since he wasn't anymore so people randomly coming up to him didn't make since to him.
"Yea, I was transferred by my job." Thomas simply responded with watching the man closely mainly looking for a gun. It was a barren gas station in Alaska robbing wasn't out of the question with some people around here. "Hey man I got a girl waiting for me, so I should be going." He stated truthfully, and began to walk when he noticed something. He had seen this man before. Inside the church when Thomas was stalking the priest, and more importantly when he was driving away from setting up his last victim. However he really did have Emily waiting so he decided to continue on his way out the door.
(Sorry for short reply I'm over here nodding off.) (I should have one, or two more in me though. Plus I gotta warn you probably won't be on much tomorrow/tonight.)
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Aug 31, 2016 3:04:04 GMT -5
(( I need to try that tomorrow then. Because Windows 10 is really pushing my buttons right now. )) (( same here x3 I was actually about to lay down but this medicine I have to take at night started to burn my throat. So now I'm stuck sucking on mints until it goes away XD ))
Trevor could tell that Thomas was acting a little suspicious of him. And honestly who could blame him? It was weird for such a random interraction in a gas station. Wait, the prophet killer had a girlfriend? Holy cow!! Trevor took a few steps towards Thomas, even holding the door for him as he headed outside. "Hey I'm, before you go, random question. Have you heard of the prophet killer?" He needed to know and he needed to know now. Was this really him? Or was he just going crazy. Because of this truly was who he thought it was, there was no doubt in his mind that Trevor would probably act like a total dork around him. It would be far too good to be true.
"I mean, random question I know. But I'm curious. I've heard a lot about him and stuff." Trevor stated as he tried to give himself a little cover. He didn't want to be too direct. I mean, what if this guy wasn't the prophet killer and Trevor made a total fool of himself? But that curiosity in him just made him need to know. Even if the answer was all he got out of Thomas, it would be good enough for him. Probably not for his security though, since Trevor would probably end up stalking him even more now that he would have a face to a name. Sure he would probably end up getting killed, but not would it be worth it!
(( sorry these are so crummy. I'm on my phone now ^^"))
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You pc bruh?
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Aug 31, 2016 3:18:43 GMT -5
(Good luck with the computer, and your throat. ^^ I think I'mma go to bed before I decide to rewatch kingsglaive.)
Thomas stopped walking the moment his alias was brought up. Sure he didn't ask right out if he was the prophet killer merely if he had heard of him. He made sure not to give of any weird signs when he looked at the man with a blank face. "That bible freak? Yea I've heard of him, who hasn't?" He questioned he really didn't have any evidence to condone him as the killer. Most people figured the killer would have bible verses all over his body, but Thomas didn't have a single tattoo. Let alone did his house have millions of crosses, and, or bibles. No in fact he only owned the one that was being torn up as he planned his killings.
"You a cop, or something? Thomas decided to inquire as he put the gas pump into the tank of his station wagon. He was going to tell the guy to leave him alone as that would clearly give off a sign he was indeed the killer. He decided to simply play it cool this the gas was done, and he'd be off. "Cause I ain't know nothing past what the papers say." He added as he watched the gas numbers making sure he paid enough. "You'd have better luck asking people who go to church." He stated sure he had gone once, but by no means would his face be connected to a church by his one visit.
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Aug 31, 2016 3:26:55 GMT -5
(( Thanks c: sleep well! ))
Trevor nodded and followed behind Thomas like a lost duckling. "Me too. I mean, I know it sounds weird probably, but he sounds pretty cool. Don't you think? I mean no one knows anything about him and yet he's already one of the biggest criminals here. It's pretty amazing if you ask me." he pointed out with a shrug, glancing at the old station wagon as they neared it. It was strange to think this was what he drove. But maybe it wa adjust to look inconspicuous.
"People think I'm crazy for wanting to meet him. But I think it would be so cool to just get to talk to him." he added as the gas was beginning to flow into the old tank. Maybe this counted as hinting around? Or maybe he was just coming off as some weirdo who probably was long overdue for mental evaluation. But somehow he felt that this would inch him closer to his question. Was this him? Honestly he had a big feeling that he was. But there was no harm in playing it safe by just asking questions first. "But no, I'm not a cop. Far from it actually." he added with a soft laugh.
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You pc bruh?
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Aug 31, 2016 18:46:09 GMT -5
"Wouldn't call him a plain old criminal." Thomas merely commented as he waited for the gas to stop. "Any ole joe can be a criminal I used to steal candy bars as a little lad, which I guess would make me a criminal." He joked though he was merely stating his dislike of people using that term, he much preferred Serial Killer, even as a godfather of a mafia he hated that simple word it like it lessened what he did as a monster. He believed himself to be in a old category himself as if the police wouldn't even want to arrest such a evil beast rather they would put him down when he was caught. "Amazing? He's some sicko who probably witnessed something horrible as a small little lad. Like his mother being burnt alive while his father held her down, and once finished he shot his own head off after telling his son that the world would eat him alive." He commented his tone quite calm as it had always been mainly because that wasn't a true story. Unlike most serial killer stories having something like that in their past, Thomas merely was just this. He never had a human side to kill off. Though who knows he didn't remember much past his adoption life so maybe he did. "I think if anything he some cruel beast that needs hunted down." He mumbled like most people would when talking of such a horrible thing.
"You want to meet him?" Thomas asked as the pump made the clicking noise signaling it had finished, and he looked at the man again. "I'm sure you will soon enough." He joked as he put the pump out of his station wagon into the machine, and closed the cap. "I doubt he likes people who take a interest in him, he'll probably see you as a potential witness of a killing." As he said this he opened his station wagon's door, and got in about to close the door. "Anyways you be careful out there, bye buddy." He simply said in his normal friendly tone as he started up his car, and shut the door.
(I'll have him attempt to kill Trevor, and that's when the friendship could start. He could either do it while Emily is sleeping, or during the time when Emily is at Randanl's)
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Aug 31, 2016 19:21:27 GMT -5
Trevor listened to Thomas like a awed child. No doubt this was really him. There was literally no doubt in his mind. He was about to grab something to write his number down or address, something to let Thomas know he wanted to stay in touch, but already the door was closed and the engine was started. Sure he was a crazy fanboy, but he was also polite enough to not just open his door and continue to bug him. It was obvious his time here was up. But it was good enough for now. With high hoped Trevor turned and headed to his old Camry to head out too. No need to stay here. Research was calling~
Emily looked over at Thomas when he got in the car. In the side mirror by her window she saw the strange man walk away, which confused him a bit. "Who was that?" she asked him. it wasn't like Thomas to actually attempt to make a friend. Therefore she ruled out that Thomas he approached him, and instead the stranger had approached Thomas. And from his demeanor and how he seemed to get back in the station wagon and turn on in a little quick showed her he was probably trying to get away from him. Then she chuckled, leaning over a little. "Does someone have a secret admirer?" she teased, trying to be playful by poking Thomas's upper arm with both index fingers.
(( Awesome c: maybe while she's at Randal's so they can have some sneaky bondy time too xD))
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Aug 31, 2016 19:43:20 GMT -5
It didn't take Thomas long to get the vehicle in motion he had no intention on lingering. However his eyes quickly found Trevor, and his camry. He needed a mental picture of what to look for when he switch into the Prophet killer. "Someone who knows to much." He simply responded with clearly having no plans on befriending the guy. In fact it was pretty clear what he did intend to do. "I'm sure I have plenty of secret admirers I am the prophet killer." He replied with as his eyes watched the snowy roads as he drove the old station wagon back out of the small town, and into the snowy forest leading to the small nook of the forest that belonged to them. He soon turned, and parked the car in the old garage that's door was still open since it was a old garage without a door opener everything was manual. Getting out Thomas headed over to a small chest, and unlocked it quickly placing a wool bag with two slits cut into on top of the table. This was his pre-kill ritual laying his mask atop of the garage it was a way to give anyone who had a small inking he was the killer a clue. Like most serial killers Thomas wanted to be caught slightly so he was going to make it truly impossible. Though at the same time it wasn't a big clue.
He then moved to the back of the station wagon, and grabbed all the bags as he moved to carry them inside the house. He was merely trying to get stuff done at this point so he could move on to what he needed to do now. However he wouldn't abandon his normal life's work to quickly finish his monster's job. No he had a ritual of things, and he was going to follow it. He would wait for Emily to fall asleep, and sneak out like the sly fox he was. However once all the bags were placed on the counter he was about to say something he lifted his elbow up to his face as he let off a small sneeze. It seems the beast had gotten a small sickness that would lay of his work for the night. He couldn't risk his DNA going anywhere because he had to sneeze. Though it also didn't seem that bad so hopefully he could be good enough in the morning. He could use this as an excuse to not go to this pharmacist's house, and then do his job.
(Yes bonding time for Emily and Randal, and suspious time for Randal when Thomas cancels going to his party, and that same night Thomas, and Trevor kill someone together.)
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Aug 31, 2016 20:05:52 GMT -5
Emily stayed quiet the rest of the way home. There it was again, this weird feeling that Emily always felt before he went after someone. It had gotten to the point that she could just tell by how he acted and how he moved. And it always worried her. What if he got caught? She would be so devastated. Even if Thomas struggled to show it, Emily didn't. She cared about him, more than she probably should, but she really did. Every night she was always worried he would sneak out or every day she would always keep an eye on him to make sure he wasn't getting into something too rash. There was never a time she said anything to him though. Mainly out of fear. She still hated to admit that she was afraid of him.
Emily went inside when they got home, grabbing some of the bags to help out. She set them down and immediately started putting things away in the fridge and cabinets so she wouldn't have to worry about it later. Emily's gaze snapped at Thomas when she heard the sneeze, and a grin reached her lips. "Told ya." she said before she lowered her green gaze back to another bag, hands pulling out some rice and flour to put away. Maybe she could make him a surprise pot of soup or something. Her mom always made her fresh chicken-based soup when she got sick, so maybe she could do that and see if he liked it as much as she did.
(( Oh that gave me idea. Like maybe before Emily heads to Rnadal's, she and Thomas get in an argument over what he does or something? c: ))
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You pc bruh?
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Aug 31, 2016 20:30:29 GMT -5
Thomas merely waved her off as he went into the bathroom for a moment so he could think. He moved to the sink placing his hand over his forehead, and sure enough it was meant with a warm feeling despite being in the cold for so long. Sighing he opened the medicine cabinet, and took out some medicine to calm the slight fever. Once he finished he walked back out of the bathroom, and leaned on the wall. "Well hopefully it's gone before we go to our new friend's house." He commented with his normal tone though he wasn't planning on going now even if it was gone. He needed to get rid of this stalker before things went downhill fast.
"I'll be in my office." He decided to say as he wanted to find out who this guy was. With that he headed to a door at the end of the hall with three locks, and he took three different keys to unlock each one. Upon it opening he closed the door, and went down a flight of stairs. It wasn't anything fancy down there just a computer, and a wooden chair. Sitting down he went to a website that police, and the government are suppose to be the only ones to enter, and he entered in the license plate of that camry his friend had gotten into. "You'll meet your hero soon enough buddy." He commented to himself as he stared at the guys picture making sure he had the right one before he got to work.
(Yea we can do that. Though it'd have to be more Emily yelling at him, and him simply staring at her responding with his calm tone since he doesn't get mad easily. Also wanna just skip til the morning, and she's about to leave? No point in rping them watching tv, or whatever.)
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Aug 31, 2016 20:41:08 GMT -5
(( That works c: Yeah I can see her totally blowing up at him. ))
Emily was ecstatic to get going and meet her new friend. It wasn't everyday that she made a friend back home, and even more in this barren land. "You sure you won't be able to go for a little?" she called to Thomas, leaning down to pull on some boots to cover her feet. She had wanted him to go so badly. Thomas needed a friend, even if he didn't want one. But then again, what if thigns went wrong and Thomas ended up killing Randal? Then she would probably be too angry to even think.
When she stood up, EMily went to the fridge to grab her wine bag and some snack, figuring she could maybe make some little sliders and a tart for the game. "I made you some chicken noodle soup. It's in the fridge okay? Make sure to get mainly broth. It'll help your cold go down." she said and went to a hook where she hung her coat, and to the table beside it where her purse and keys lay. She made sure her phone was in her pocket and her beanie was on. "I'll try not to be gone long okay? Will you be alright?" Of course he would, Emily. But then again, she had to ask. It was that inner mother in her.
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Aug 31, 2016 21:15:40 GMT -5
Thomas day had begun as normal despite his last night funk. He felt quite fine the next day as if he had just gotten a small bug that was quickly washed away. He had awoken before the sun, and more importantly before Emily. He'd spend his morning eating a orange, and then sharpening his tools that would be needed for his next piece of art. The ritual was on to stage two tool work. He sharpened the blade of a small knife it wasn't his main tool. No he used a power saw for most of his work, and a small scalpel for the rest. The knife was just in case this Trevor guy was dangerous. It had been awhile since he targeted someone who might strike back at him, and he needed to be repaired. He couldn't help, but smile at the small thought of hunting down another predator another monster.... He didn't know for sure if this Trevor was in deed like him, but most people who thought the prophet killer was someone to look up to had be a demon like Thomas. Upon finishing his tools he put them into a leather case, and walked out to the garage.
At this point the sun was coming up, but it was still only about five am. This was always Thomas time of peace a moment before a kill. A moment of reprieve, a moment where he was neither the nice hardware worker, or the killer. No he was just Thomas.... no he was Antonio...... not even that one he was himself. He had no clue what his true name was though even if he knew it that wouldn't be the answer either. Placing the leather weapon holder down on the top of the mask he opened a small gun cabinet. However inside wasn't a gun, but a duster coat, and a pair of black leather gloves. He tossed them atop the tools, and mask. "Soon..." He mumbled before closing the garage, and heading to the couch to pretend like he was still sick. He would wait like this until Emily would get up, and leave to go to her new friends.
Hearing her walking around he sat up, and watched her pretending like he was still a bit off. "I might be a killer, but giving people my sickness doesn't sound very nice." He replied to her question of if he could go, and then he continued to watch her. "You know you don't need to worry about me Emily, I can handle a day by myself with a cold." He stated not sure why she put effort into making soup. Even if he was sick he wouldn't require any help, he could take quite care of himself. If he wanted someone to cook, and clean up after him he'd hire someone to do it. He never understood how Emily acted around him maybe she did all this because she felt he would snap if she didn't. He had no clue why she felt like that his killing weren't caused by him snapping no it was more something he planned. He wasn't the type of guy to go around hitting his girlfriend, or really anyone when he wasn't inside his outfit. In fact he wasn't a big fan of hitting he was more a choke out, and drag to his table kind of guy.
"Take your time, I can entertain myself." Thomas added not wanting her to come back earlier. He was hoping to take care of both his new targets today Trevor, and his long target the priest. He wanted take them both out, set up his next display, and talk Emily into going to New York. He hoped this Randal guy would annoy Emily so she wouldn't want to stay here, and if she did well he would merely slip away he had things he needed to do. Maybe it'd be better that way anyways, alone, Emily didn't need to see the the death of her brother. If she did she'd see how wrong she was thinking he could ever change because he had big plans for his traitors. "Have fun, just watch out on your way home. There are dark, and scary things at night." He warned liked aways when Emily would be out of his sight. He was quite aware how true is warnings where now with this new possible monster prowling about, however this new monster would be taken care of soon enough. Though where there's two monsters a third one is sure to be near.
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Sept 1, 2016 2:09:31 GMT -5
(( just a warning that this may not be as good as yours :/ I'm on my phone and I wanted to get a post in before I went to bed.))
Something made Emily pause at the door. Something made her feel like something was wrong. And something was right. Emily sat down her stuff on the doorway table and walked over to the couch, where she sat on the edge of the cushion by Thomas. "You know, it's not bad to accept a little help every now and then." she muttered, sliding off one of her gloves. Maybe he was more sick than she thought and was being too stubborn to admit it. Wouldn't surprise her none.
Emily rested the back of her bare hand to his forehead and found it to be relatively normal. She felt no fever, which made her smile. "Well you don't feel warm like you did last night." She said, sliding her glove back on. "Usually if you have a fever then you're contagious. But you shouldn't be now. Why don't you come with me after all and relax? You don't have to do much. Wouldn't it be more fun somewhere else than home?
Emily had no idea of his intentions. She had no idea he was pretending to still feel ill so he could do what he wanted without her. Honestly Emily recently had been wanting to try to develop something with him. Maybe sitting on the couch together and watching something would be a good start? After all, they didn't even share a bed still. It was a little depressing to say the least, and she wanted to make him maybe a little more comfortable around her to see if it would help.
(( just trying to make her annoying until she basically just yells at him for now going XD ))
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You pc bruh?
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Sept 1, 2016 4:16:12 GMT -5
(Don't worry about it, I'm trying to rp Thomas as a good serial killer i.e talking to himself, and all that. So my post tend to ramble.)
Thomas' eyes watched her like a hawk waiting for the sound of the door to close. The sounded he wanted to hear so bad, the urge to kill was at it's boiling point, and the more Emily stayed here the more he had to wait. The urge was at the point where you could say it was eating at him. His emotionless eyes had a glint of determination, his fake smile was more genuine in these moments. The urge was more than a urge at this current moment, it was Thomas. However his moment of euphoria was soon demolished as Emily sat down next to him. His state of pure joy gone in one moment, it would return once he got out of this situation however. What do I do now? Can't fake a fever..... Hmm maybe I should go vomit in the bathroom... His mental state was instantly thinking of a way to get out of all this. As her hand touched his forehead his eyes look up at her hand, and he sighed.
"Emily you should know better than anyone else that hanging around people is not relaxing for me." Thomas commented decided to say the truth. In all reality that fake smile he put on, the fake words out of his mouth, and the fake interactions he did were all just to hide the fact that inside was a raging animal. A beast that wanted unleashed upon someone. He didn't enjoy faking be human, but it was the only way for such a person like him to continue to walk the streets, to act like a sheep. "Add to that, that I don't want to get the poor people sick than I think I'm quite content with staying home." He stated with a clear voice he would have gone if it hadn't been for that guy from yesterday. The urge was one thing, but that guy needed to be removed from his life. Sure he could try something new instead of killing, but this guy was a monster. Putting away another monster just seemed like something he needed to do. He might not have many morals, but he did have a few. No children, and no Emily. While these rules kept him from doing it other monsters would still do it. So if any monster came close enough to be in what Thomas considered his territory he would have to extract them. Added that this guy seems to be on the trail of finding out who he is, or maybe he already new. Trevor Boren had to be killed, no needed to be killed today. Waiting until now was even pushing it.
"Now you go have fun with these new people. I'll join in next time." Thomas commented, and walked over to a blue box tossing it on the couch. "I always have this if I get bored." He stated the blue box being a gaming console. He had wasted the money on this for just this reason. Most people known as gamers would use the excuse to be left alone for a day to play a video game. He knew this because he had a worker back in his godfather days who would waste his days off playing on this thing. "I've been wanting to see what people see in this thing." He added as he adjusted his stance.
(I'm turning him slowly into Dexter, and I'm not even trying to do it- Next he'll only target other serial killers, or just criminals. Which I might do when they go back to New York as he tries to become more human. Oh well-)
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Sept 1, 2016 12:49:56 GMT -5
The pieces were slowly starting to fall into place for her. It actually kind of reminded her of what she tried to do a couple of times back when she was a child. If she got sick at night before a school day, she would wake up early to rub a fluffy towel on her face or press a hot towel against her forehead and cheeks to fake an illness. Kids did anything to get out of school. And Thomas was doing just that, minus the faking a fever part.
"You have other plans, don't you?" She mumbled, eyes staring accusingly at him. Why hasn't she thought of that sooner? The way he was... Parties weren't a norm, killing was. And she was pretty sure knew knew just what he was planning to do today instead of try to bond. All he wanted to be was some psycho, and sometimes it made her want to take him to an institute. But then again, those poor people would probably end up dead if that happened. Either from him, or they would just get so frustrated or terrified that they wouldn't be able to handle it anymore. That was how she felt at least.
She just shook her head, hands grabbing the edge of her coat. She wanted to hit him, that anger towards him all these months just wanted to come out and let him have it, let him know just how pathetic he made her feel. Grabbing her coat was one way she hoped would keep her from that. "I'm tired of this." She grumbled and stood up, green eyes now almost glaring at Thomas with all the bottled up frustration just begging to be let out. "I'm sick of you. I'm sick of feeling like some decoy for you to look normal when we go out together." She told him, voice raising.
Ah, and there it was, tears. She was one of those people who, when they got so angry or frustrated, or when they just would explode, tears were always included. She didn't know why she had to be so pathetic to cry when she was mad. Maybe because it felt good to let it out? Or maybe because she knew now she was screwed. "Get a life, Thomas, Antonio, whoever the hell you are! You use people to look normal and then you just come home with blood on your hands! And I'm so tired of being one of those people..." She glanced at the gaming console ok the couch (which I'm hoping is a GameCube because they're life <3) and just looked back him with even more bitterness. "Don't even play around. I know what you're doing." She spat, almost like venom
Then she just snapped, glove flying off her hand to give his scruffy face a sharp slap. "Who is it this time?" She snapped. "The priest, or someone else? Huh?" Emily scowled, then just shook her head, and started towards the door. "I'm done, Thomas. When you get a grip, call me. Because until then I'm not going to used as some cover for you to hide behind." With that she walked out the door, old wooden walls shaking slightly as it was slammed behind her.
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Sept 1, 2016 13:38:37 GMT -5
Thomas listened to her rant, and rave with his normal peaceful gaze. He wasn't one to get worked up because someone was yelling at him, nor was he one to go cry about it. No he merely sat there watching her with an blank face. Which wasn't hiding his true thoughts either as he was just as calm inside. Well, no that's not true, Inside the urge was consuming him, eating away at him in fact. His eyes watched her as she put on her coat. However he did feel he might as well come clean with what he was doing so he stood up, and put the game cube box back where he kept it, and looked at her. "Blood on my hands? I wear gloves." He commented for two reasons to make sure she was mad enough to leave him for now, and two his pride. He was such a good killer, so good that blood never touched his skin unless he wanted it to.
Thomas being the trained killer he was easily back away from her slap like he would when his victims had a chance to attempt an attack on him. He could have gave her the stratification of landing the slap, but he felt this would fuel her anger. To be honest he had no thoughts in his mind of repairing this. He was an okay looking guy, and could land another camo suit if he needed one. That all she was to him, a camo suit he used for hunting. A way to hide from the prey he was after. He had no love for her, no he had no love for anyone. In fact in his sick twisted mind if he did have love for her he'd have killed her the moment he saw her. He wasn't sure if what he felt seeing a perfect target was indeed this feeling however it was the closest thing he knew to it.
As she closed, or well slammed the door Thomas walked over to the counter. He grabbed the last ritual before a killing, a monster energy. It was odd sure, but other killers did things like this. Some ate an apple, some drank coffee, and some well some did things with their lover. Thomas simply drink a cold monster. Maybe because it shared the same name as him. Opening it he finished it about halfway before assuming Emily was out of the yard, or well his yard you could say now. Stepping out of the cabin he entered the garage seeing the station wagon was gone. (Assuming she took it.) Sighing slightly he simply walked over to his killing outfit. Removing his clothes he stood in the chilly garage, and stretched. "Today is the day." He smiled sounding like a boy about to ask the prettiest girl in school to the dance.
Once putting on his duster, black cargo pants, black gloves, and brown wool sack mask he finally went back to the station wagon. It was no big deal the station wagon was Thomas, and Emily's vehicle not the Prophet killer's. He moved to behind the cabin where a snow covered tarp laid, and he slid his hand past the snow to reveal the blue tarp. "This is my bat mobile." He joked to himself as he removed the tarp. Not revealing anything that special just hearse with a coffin inside. He had obtained it online back when he was Antonio, and with his special friend who allowed his life to continue as someone else he asked for this. Back as a godfather it was used for same purpose of quickly hiding bodies,and bringing them to their grave. Grabbing a filled gas canister sitting next to the car he filled the bad boy up, and opened the door. He wasn't afraid of grand theft auto indicated by the key still being in place.
It was a quick drive to Trevor's home. The police database website had led him straight. He exited the car, and in a silent walk headed towards the back of the house. In a few mere minutes Trevor would be in his car's coffin not dead, just knocked out. The killing took place in a cabin owned by one Antonio Parrino who was renting to a Ryan Alvin. Thomas was indeed both those man. He moved to a window, and silently opened it. Luckily the window hadn't been locked, and Thomas was able to quickly get into the house. "Trevor your idol is here." He laughed silently not caring if the man heard. He wasn't sure if he was even awake.
Randal was inside his sister's house peacefully sitting in a chair. The house was pretty normal, but barren as his Sister was never really home. The only thing in the living room was a big tv, and a couch. His sister had went to her boyfriend's house so Randal could be left alone with his guests. He didn't know one wasn't coming, but he kind of guessed it. A new couple moving to this small town wasn't normal. No kids grew up saying they wanted to live in this cold, and distant place. He wasn't sure yet, but this boyfriend of Emily's had some big red marks on him, and if he didn't show up tonight well not only would Randal steal his girl, but he would also have his first suspect for the Prophet killer.
(Alright I'm being rushed to shower, so I can go to town. Sorry for such a short Randal part. I'll make it a hefty size once Emily is there. Though I can't promise his amount of stuff will match Thomas' as rping a killer is interesting. xD I won't neglect Randal's part thought don't worry. Rping a player can have it's perks to. ^^ I'll be back in a few hours.)
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Sept 1, 2016 14:47:41 GMT -5
(( It's all good c: My dad just got home from work, he works for a month at a time off shore, so I'm probably gonna be spending some time with him :3 ))
Driving wasn't her idea of going to town. After she had looked up the address that had been written on the back of the card Randal had given her, she had noticed that it actually was a five minute drive from their house. But there was one main thing keeping her from driving, Thomas needed it. She knew he would have gotten frustrated to see that station wagon gone. He liked to use it when he had to go complete a job, like now. She just knew that was what he was doing, and thinking of it only made her mad all over again.
Emily settled on walking, heading away from the house. Her footprints were nice and deep in the fresh soft snow, and somehow the crunching sound was nice and soothing, in a way. It felt so tranquil to just be out and about, and somehow, after that little rant, she felt better.
The five minute drive was a fifteen minute walk. Maybe closer to twenty,but it wasn't too bad, though she did get pretty cold half way there. Oh well. The only real proof she was cold was the frozen tears that had decided to stick with her the whole way to Randal's. Once there she shifted her bags that had the wine and snacks on one arm and used the other to knock on the door, waiting for Randal to open the door or just call for her to come in. She hated just walking in unannounced.
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Trevor hadn't been expecting company. Otherwise he would have cooked more. Currently in the kitchen, Trevor heard a voice from back in the guest room of his home. And instantly he recognized that voice. He glanced outside and saw the old vehicle from yesterday at the gas station, and his heart practically flew. "I knew it was you!" he gushed and threw his towel on the countertop, practically scurrying to the back where he remembered hearing his voice.
Seeing Thomas was exciting. "I knew it was you! Gosh you have no idea how awesome is this! Why did you use the window? Come on in, come on! You want some coffee or something, I'm making some breakfast are you hungry?" he rambled, reaching out to shake his hand with both of his, almost like an excited puppy who just met his now owner.
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BΓ‘lor
You pc bruh?
Pronouns: Apache Helicopter
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Sept 1, 2016 22:05:42 GMT -5
(Sorry going to tell town with mom turned into ditching her for my girlfriend. xD Hope you had/are having a good time with your father. I'mma probably going to crash soon so this might be my only reply. Sorry heretic night for a hermit who stays indoors rping, playing video games, and writing novels. I don't get out a lot. My post might be bad cause I'm like running on E right now. )
Randal was in the middle of making his sister's house presentable as he heard a knock on the door. He wasn't sure if it was his guest yet so he made sure to check a nearby window before smiling when he only noticed one figure out there. However his smile turned to a frown realizing how she was covered in snow, and no vehicle was viewable meaning she walked here. She must have gotten into a fight with whoever she was dating. 'Hmm maybe he isn't the Prophet killer, he doesn't seem like a guy who would get into relationship fights.' He thought to himself as he grabbed the door, and opened it greeting Emily with a worried smile. "You don't look so well.... Where's uh your boyfriend?" He asked as he wanted to make sure he was indeed right about the boyfriend not being here.
"Well come on in, and let's get you warmed up before I start to question you." Randy stated as he allowed her to step inside as he went around the corner to grab a blanket "My sister isn't here, her boyfriend called. So it's only us." He informed as he came back holding a wolf blanket his sister owned. "Here, though I'm tempted to let you get sick. So I get to see you more." He teased as he held out the blanket for her.
Thomas calmly watched the man's odd reactions to seeing the Prophet killer in his house uninvited. Though with the way this guy acted he was probably always a welcome guest in this place. It was such an odd feeling he had heard of copy cat killers, but this was something else. Like he was a lead actor, or something. He had never thought the Prophet killer would gain a fan boy. It was very off putting, but at the same time did that give him a right to just kill this man? Why kill someone who was so devoted to him? Why break his ritual of following the bible just to remove some harmless fanboy. He had expected to find another serial killer here who just liked his methods. However this was something more it wasn't like another coworker complementing his work no this Trevor guy seemed like he'd buy Thomas' hair on ebay, and maybe even a pair of used underwear if it was possible. It was very disgusting.... very odd, but most of all very pleasing to know he could have a minion.
"The gods have sent me to judge you Trevor." Thomas commented in his normal loud tone the kind a preacher would use for a sermon on Sunday. "For he has deemed you an unworthy citizen of his kingdom." He added looking deeply into Trevor trying to figure out what this guy was. However he wasn't using his normal lines normally he said 'God has sent me to remove you from his kingdom.' not judge. He had to make sure killing this man was worth it, or maybe he could use him. "You shall help me with the false prophet, and if you do well I shall decide if you die, or live." He commented, and looked around as he crossed his arms. This was a test so he wasn't going to go much further however any fan of the Prophet killer would know you needed the right get up. He would wait in silence until Trevor caught onto why he was waiting, and change into something. He didn't expect something good, but maybe he did. This was his number one fan after all.
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Sept 1, 2016 22:25:26 GMT -5
(( It's all good! xD Your post is great. I've actually been spending the evening to make a little plot place c: And I feel that! I stay inside way too often unless I have to go out for work or something ;3; I have 5 days of work this week and I'm so not looking forward to it.))
Emily was so glad he didn't take long to get to the door. Seeing his face made her a little warm already, a nice and friendly face that she knew would be a friend of hers. She could just tell. "Thanks." she said quietly and walked inside, instantly feeling the warmth of the house thaw her cheeks and nose. The sudden warmth made her face take on a slightly rosy color, and it almost burned as her body got used to such a dramatic change in temperature, but she was so grateful for it.
As Randal grabbed her a blanket, Emily chuckled and almost felt like that had been planned or staged. Her boyfriend didn't come, his sister was gone. Coincidence? The wolf blanket that was given to her was soft and fuzzy, and it almost felt like she was curling up to a fur baby instead of just a blanket with one on it. "Thanks Randal." she said, hands balling up in the warm fleece to quickly thaw those fingers out. "As for Thomas..." she trailed off. Should she? No, she couldn't say they fought. But then again, if they didn't fight,why didn't she have the car? He wasn't that stupid, she could tell.
"He got sick last night. I told him not to lay in the snow and his dumb butt did it anyway." she breathed, shoulders giving a small shrug under her thick jacket. "And the car got a little busted. When we got home yesterday from the store and from getting gas the radiator basically exploded. So now we have to get that fixed.
Seemed logical enough to her.
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(( I don't know why I can only see Trevor as some crazy fanboy who basically doesn't see anything about Thomas as deadly xD He would so be wearing a pair of used underwear if he had them, I'm sure x3)) (( And now reading the "right get up" part, I have the most pathetic response x3))
Trevor almost peed his pants when Thomas spoke to him as the Prophet Killer. Even if he knew those weren't words someone would want to hear, it just had his eyes brightening like stars behind his round glasses. Not a word came from Trevor, because he knew exactly what Thomas wanted. He held up a finger and dashed into another room, scrambling through his long closet. A coat and hat was pulled out, and when he returned... Let's say he looked like a child trying to dress up as superman.
Trevor's "get up" included a mock coat that he tried to make look like Thomas's, his round glasses were gone and replaced by a different style. Somehow he figured it was a decet change for his face to be inconspicuous. The coat was long, but under it was a pair of black jeans and boots. His mind kind of wanted to say something cool, something like he said, something awesome. And yet he was still speechless, grinning teeth flashing those tacky rainbow braces that he had only just recently gotten, thanks to his parents never getting them before when he was younger.
(( Trevor you're such a dork holy cow I was seriously gonna have him wear a pair of undies outside his pants that say "PK's #1 Fan on the back but decided against that xD))
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BΓ‘lor
You pc bruh?
Pronouns: Apache Helicopter
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Post by BΓ‘lor on Sept 2, 2016 14:42:34 GMT -5
(5 days of work is nothing man! Try being a manager of a gamestop. I get called in nearly everyday, and even when I don't I normally take some time to stop by. xD Well have fun with work I'm current using up vacation days as I'm avoiding being berated by moms who get mad because I won't let there nine year old buy gta, or call of duty without her being there. Though the people who get mad because I can only give them a 1 dollar for there barely working games are worse than the moms.)
(Speaking of vacation I'm going with my girlfriend to Florida today, as in right now so I don't have time to type a reply past this. With that I probably won't reply for the entire week because she knows how to keep me busy. Also she doesn't know about my rping, and I'd rather keep it that way. xD Anyways see ya in a week. Sorry I couldn't get a reply up, but I woke up late. lol)
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Post by β₯ vΡlvΡΡ β₯ on Sept 2, 2016 14:47:41 GMT -5
(( I'm no manager. But as a cashier at winndixie with 28 hours a week, it's plenty XD I never knew how terrible cashier got treated until I became one last year. ))
(( it's all good ^^ see ya then!))
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