Sliced to perfection [closed]
WHO: Rudy Cooper.
WHAT: Cleaning up droppies - namely currently unclaimed Sharpay Evans and Sheena Fujibayashi.
WHERE: Nameless empty house by the beach.
WHEN: Nighttime, Day 141 (backlogged-ish).
It had been so long since he'd last indulged himself. He hadn't noticed it at first, between the disorientation and the drugs and Dexter being here and alive and different, but the hunger in him was still there, and his Dark Passenger's call was still too alluring to ignore. But Rudy had learned plenty from the short time he had spent here - enough to tell him that, like Dexter, he needed to be careful. He could not be found, especially since there were those here who apparently knew what he was.
She was pretty, blonde, and not too intelligent. And from the extremely aggravating way her voice grated on his ears, he got the feeling she wouldn't be missed. He certainly felt no regret, only excitement and need as his needle slid into her neck. It would have been so easy, had he not been seen.
The second girl was a fighter, a ninja, from the way she was dressed, and a good one at that. He was bruised and cut and nearly had to let her go, but the drugs he'd brought with him were strong ones, and she hadn't expected him to have a needle hidden in his sleeve when she grabbed him from behind.
He couldn't risk any of the houses in town. But on his flip through the journals he'd seen mention of houses out and away, vacant and hidden and usable. He found one near the beach, tucked into the cliffside, and it was there that he took them, stripping and rigging the bodies to a pulley system that would suspend them in the air, upside-down so the blood could drain properly into the buckets he'd set up on the floor below. Blood was such a messy, nasty thing, and it was always the worst part of it for him to watch it drain, slowly, tediously, from the slit in their necks. Savor it, whispered the lizard-underside of his brain. The best part comes next... And it did indeed.
His love for Dexter grew exponentially when he discovered the modern tools he'd brought with him. The circular saws, the sharp, stainless steel scalpels... it was enough to make him shiver with all the potential they held. They made such clean cuts into the bloodless flesh, leaving surgically severed limbs and so very little mess. Rudy prided himself on his neatness. And afterwards it made it so much easier for him to leave no trace behind.
He found packaging paper in the cellar, and rope with which to tie it up. Carefully, perfectly, he wrapped a limb or two each - a leg, an arm, a thigh or two - and left them all in a jumble in the bay, grizzly presents for anyone who next decided to go for a swim. And sighing, humming, even, he strolled away on the beach, the sun rising at his side. It had been so very long since he'd had such an enjoyable night.
[ooc: Excuse my continuity fail. ._. I'd originally planned for it to be Sheena, and then tagged on Motoko's log with mention of Sheena, then changed my mind because I figured 1) she'd be missed too much and 2) she's a freaking ninja - forgetting I'd already said he offed Sheena - and made it Sharpay. And then I saw Motoko's log again and remembered it was Sheena... and was too lay to rewrite the damn thing so now it's both of them. >.< Eh. Yay Rudy?]
[ooc2: dammit, scratch that! it's some random blonde chick, not Sharpay. I thought was unclaimed, but... apparently not. DAMN CONTINUITY FAIL!!!]
WHAT: Cleaning up droppies - namely currently unclaimed Sharpay Evans and Sheena Fujibayashi.
WHERE: Nameless empty house by the beach.
WHEN: Nighttime, Day 141 (backlogged-ish).
It had been so long since he'd last indulged himself. He hadn't noticed it at first, between the disorientation and the drugs and Dexter being here and alive and different, but the hunger in him was still there, and his Dark Passenger's call was still too alluring to ignore. But Rudy had learned plenty from the short time he had spent here - enough to tell him that, like Dexter, he needed to be careful. He could not be found, especially since there were those here who apparently knew what he was.
She was pretty, blonde, and not too intelligent. And from the extremely aggravating way her voice grated on his ears, he got the feeling she wouldn't be missed. He certainly felt no regret, only excitement and need as his needle slid into her neck. It would have been so easy, had he not been seen.
The second girl was a fighter, a ninja, from the way she was dressed, and a good one at that. He was bruised and cut and nearly had to let her go, but the drugs he'd brought with him were strong ones, and she hadn't expected him to have a needle hidden in his sleeve when she grabbed him from behind.
He couldn't risk any of the houses in town. But on his flip through the journals he'd seen mention of houses out and away, vacant and hidden and usable. He found one near the beach, tucked into the cliffside, and it was there that he took them, stripping and rigging the bodies to a pulley system that would suspend them in the air, upside-down so the blood could drain properly into the buckets he'd set up on the floor below. Blood was such a messy, nasty thing, and it was always the worst part of it for him to watch it drain, slowly, tediously, from the slit in their necks. Savor it, whispered the lizard-underside of his brain. The best part comes next... And it did indeed.
His love for Dexter grew exponentially when he discovered the modern tools he'd brought with him. The circular saws, the sharp, stainless steel scalpels... it was enough to make him shiver with all the potential they held. They made such clean cuts into the bloodless flesh, leaving surgically severed limbs and so very little mess. Rudy prided himself on his neatness. And afterwards it made it so much easier for him to leave no trace behind.
He found packaging paper in the cellar, and rope with which to tie it up. Carefully, perfectly, he wrapped a limb or two each - a leg, an arm, a thigh or two - and left them all in a jumble in the bay, grizzly presents for anyone who next decided to go for a swim. And sighing, humming, even, he strolled away on the beach, the sun rising at his side. It had been so very long since he'd had such an enjoyable night.
[ooc: Excuse my continuity fail. ._. I'd originally planned for it to be Sheena, and then tagged on Motoko's log with mention of Sheena, then changed my mind because I figured 1) she'd be missed too much and 2) she's a freaking ninja - forgetting I'd already said he offed Sheena - and made it Sharpay. And then I saw Motoko's log again and remembered it was Sheena... and was too lay to rewrite the damn thing so now it's both of them. >.< Eh. Yay Rudy?]
[ooc2: dammit, scratch that! it's some random blonde chick, not Sharpay. I thought was unclaimed, but... apparently not. DAMN CONTINUITY FAIL!!!]