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[vfranklinmott]

Who: Franklin Mott, Hayley Stark, and later Robert Capa. [Closed.]
Where: Level 2 Cabin 7.
What: Franklin wants Hayley to kill him. He's just a tad depressed over Severen and Lucian leaving.
When: Late night Sunday. After this conversation.

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[victimofnoone]

Hayley started getting ready hours after dinner. There was a walking stick stashed in the back of her closet that she'd gotten from the CES forever ago, with Pavel, and had practically forgotten about. It was the last thing she really had from him, but killing Franklin was more important right now. Hayley needed to find justice somewhere. She broke the stick over her knee to create a jagged break and took half of it with her. For once, she wasn't wearing her red jacket or even Sam's hunting jacket. The girl was in an over-sized t-shirt that had some sports team on it, one her dad had given her forever ago that she had never cared to wear. It was something she didn't mind getting dirty.

The girl made her way quickly and quietly through the halls late in the night, when most would already be asleep. She moved to the room that Franklin had said was his and knocked very quietly at the door. The last thing she needed was his neighbors awakening and coming to investigate if he decided to make some noise.

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin knew she was near before she knocked at the door. He could smell her, which brought memories of her taste to his mind. The feeling of holding her close, fangs buried in her flesh, her blood flooding over his lips. Did she recall that night so long ago as vividly as he did? No doubt she did and that's what propelled her forward. Her revenge had been a long time coming. He'd known that and had delighted in toying with her, denying her the one thing she'd wanted from him.

But not tonight. Tonight he only wanted suffering and death.

He opened the door soon after her knocking. It was obvious he had been crying. His eyes were tinged with blood and he didn't smile. He stepped aside to allow her inside.

"I'm going to lock the door." Franklin said, and kept his hand on the door latch. "It's just so no one attempts to... interrupt." He hadn't yet explained what his death would be like. Somehow, those few details seemed unimportant.

[victimofnoone]

Hayley's excitement fell from her face when she saw him and her expression shifted to a sort of neutrality. She hadn't expected him to look so terrible, but the girl didn't suffer a conscience for murderers and had no qualms with carrying through with their deal here and now. There was only a split second of hesitation before she moved inside with her stick, taser tucked away in her back pocket and hidden by her shirt, walking forward to the center of his room and then turning to face him.

"Okay," she agreed. Then she gave a soft smile. "Are you ready?"

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin locked the door after she was inside, doing so in a way that she could see. His motions were languid, without the usual hyper mood that usually animated him. He followed after her at a slow, almost cautious pace. He wanted her to know he wasn't a threat to her, that there wouldn't be a sudden surprise attack.

"Yes. I've been ready." A partial upward shift of his lips that might've been an attempt at a smile. "I'm sure you've been looking forward to this night." Franklin approached her, hands moving to her shoulders in a light touch.