I've got a face that's made for violence upon it... [Locked]
Schrödinger's having a good night. A really good night. He's all gothed out in flowing velvet and high-heeled boots, with a leather corset topping the whole thing off, and his makeup is, of course, immaculate, despite a few hours of dancing. He's walking with an arm around Jacks, and the two of them have been laughing about some asinine thing or another, the way you do when you've had a few too many.
He likes Jacks. They get each other; maybe Jacks isn't quite so morbid, but se's gorgeous and funny and not boring, which more than makes up for it.
"You," he says, with the exaggerated solemnity of the desperately tipsy, "are gorgeous. Have I mentioned?"
It's dark, and this area's a bit abandoned, but Schro hardly notices. He's never given a fuck one way or the other if he lives or dies, and caring about other people... That's new to him. It doesn't even occur to him to be worried.
He should be worried, though, because Jeremy Taylor has had his eye on a certain Angel of Vengeance, and he's feeling bored and bloodthirsty. And Jer knows a few things, just from watching the two on their last outing -- notably, that, given the violence that followed someone harrassing the pair, this kid's an Angel of Vengeance against homophobes. So he's made some contacts among certain local violent young men, fed the flames with tales of child-molesting homosexuals, claiming one of them messed with his kids, and wouldn't you know it, the local cops are too scared of being politically incorrect to do anything.
And as he watches the two of them stumble along from a concealed spot, he smiles to himself and makes a call.
He likes Jacks. They get each other; maybe Jacks isn't quite so morbid, but se's gorgeous and funny and not boring, which more than makes up for it.
"You," he says, with the exaggerated solemnity of the desperately tipsy, "are gorgeous. Have I mentioned?"
It's dark, and this area's a bit abandoned, but Schro hardly notices. He's never given a fuck one way or the other if he lives or dies, and caring about other people... That's new to him. It doesn't even occur to him to be worried.
He should be worried, though, because Jeremy Taylor has had his eye on a certain Angel of Vengeance, and he's feeling bored and bloodthirsty. And Jer knows a few things, just from watching the two on their last outing -- notably, that, given the violence that followed someone harrassing the pair, this kid's an Angel of Vengeance against homophobes. So he's made some contacts among certain local violent young men, fed the flames with tales of child-molesting homosexuals, claiming one of them messed with his kids, and wouldn't you know it, the local cops are too scared of being politically incorrect to do anything.
And as he watches the two of them stumble along from a concealed spot, he smiles to himself and makes a call.