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Post by Destiny, Gabrielle & Erin on Oct 24, 2009 18:43:33 GMT -8
Rummaging through a dumpster in order to hide frozen body chunks wasn't exactly what Erin had planned for her Friday afternoon, but it was necessary after her little fuck-up at Work. She'd kept the body at the back of the freezer at the restaurant where she had her day-job but any longer and it was either going to be found or some unwitting customer was going to have the Sawney Bean special.
Erin took a glance around before she dodged into the alleyway. The alleyway in question was between some crappy Chinese and a porn shop. If this dumpster didn't already have stuff twice as bad as some asshole's torso then this city sure as hell wasn't the place she thought it was.
She found the dumpster outside a welded shut emergency exit door. She took a plastic bag half-filled with melt water and bloated flesh from her bag then pulled on a pair of gloves, rolled up her sleeves and took a deep breath.
"Dear Lord, please keep me from getting AIDS from this dumpster. Please keep me from getting semen on my hands. Please keep me from getting caught and raped in prison. Hallelujah and Amen. PS, please, please don't let this show up on my resume."
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Post by nevermore9 on Oct 24, 2009 20:00:56 GMT -8
((Nice prayer.))
One would be amazed at how well a lone purple neon light could light a fifty-by-fifty space of an unspecified measuring scale from another country entirely - one would be even more amazed that it would allow for sub-par articles that weren't even meant to be read resting alongside of the centerfold to be viewed with as much ease as James was viewing them right now. His jet-black hair that would take on a bright crimson shade at the tips proved to be more of a pester in the luminosity-deficient shoppe than the actual lack of visibility itself, taking quite some coercion to keep out of the way of his rapidly shifting tourmaline eyes. It was, of course, a ruse for his eyes to be moving - the thin, blasphemous grin that spread on his marble lips showed it quite well.
What he was doing here was what he referred to as 'people watching', though it was much different than the commonly practiced art. He was making random penetrations into minds that he traced back through ambient emotional and general 'feeling' waves that emanated from each and every conscious within a sixty foot radius. He would usually just get a peak of what someone was looking at and a little side-note about why they shouldn't be looking at it. It took a while to find an interesting head to remain tapped into.
He ambiguously turned the page of the '18-ish' magazine, callous fingers noisily running along the edge of the glossy paper. About half-way down this grotesque excuse for a flesh-lover's pleasure, the tedious idiocy brought on by the general population's minds was broken with another, more prominent one. He caught the tail end of a rather sarcastic prayer being formed along with more than a few worries of a corpse being disposed of. He closed this magazine and just dropped it on the floor, exiting the shoppe promptly, his massive leather coat's tail picking up several bits of similarly dropped miscellanea; a thief in itself.
By the few smatterings of visions he got through this person's eyes, he judged that they were probably in an alleyway on either side of the building. From getting a look at the quite deformed face of the edifice, he saw that there was really only one alleyway, so there was either a secret, invisible space between the porn shoppe, or the person was in the visible alley. He decided to test the latter first. He took several heavy steps towards the clearing of concrete, his boots trampling whatever bits of trash and human waste that were so unlucky to be placed under them.
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Post by Destiny, Gabrielle & Erin on Oct 25, 2009 8:42:44 GMT -8
Erin moved a large pile of unsavoury debris to one side of the dumpster, clearing out a big hollow for herself and gagging at the stale sex and rotten food smell. It was a slow process, given how careful she had to be in order not to slop half-rotted noodles and maggoty chow mein all over her clean clothes and as the under the half full mark everything was turning into some kind of slop. After a few minutes work she found a decaying hand tucked under a pile of crusty porno mags. She made a face.
“What a classy neighbourhood.” Erin muttered then picked up the torso-in-a-bag from where she'd left it on the ground and pushed it down into the dumpster with both hands. There was a gloop gloop noise as the torso was submerged under the slop, and even worse odours wafted up, making her eyes water. Erin held her breath, trying not to vomit in on top of it all.
When I go home I am going to shower until my skin comes off.
She stopped short, pretty certain she'd just heard a sound at the entrance of the alleyway and turned to look, already trying to think of some logical explanation (not that she had many ideas for one of those).
"This, um... Not what it looks like!"
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Post by nevermore9 on Oct 25, 2009 10:04:28 GMT -8
It was about half way to his mark that James got a nice waft of the corpse vichyssoise that the girl was making in the dumpster, a sudden longing to have been born without a nose coming upon him. The aroma of this cocktail was enough to break his mind from hers, leaving him with only the emotional, intentional, and instinctual contours of thought that could be read just as easily by one who was good at recognizing body language. He only half-way caught what the girl said whenever he received his punishment for curiosity.
"Well it damn sure is what it smells like!" he growled at her, letting out a disgusted cough easily compared to that of a soap opera's lead expelling his last breath. James just wished he was dead. "It's bad enough that you're standing between a place that sells cheap food and a shoppe that has porno mags and hookers out back," James made a motion behind him with a thumb, knowing full well that it wasn't the right way to point, but he hoped she got the idea. "Did you really have to show the world what it smells like when those come together?"
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Post by Destiny, Gabrielle & Erin on Oct 28, 2009 14:41:23 GMT -8
Erin was going to make up some kind of semi-competent lie, but her mouth beat her brain to the punch and her reponse was a grouchy "Well, gee, I would have done something else on a Friday night but the knitting club was full up."
She began shoveling the rubbish back into place, covering up the torso quickly as possible before he could get a good look. "It's not like I'm doing this for the good of my health, you know. It's to do with my job. I'm in charge of.... Disposal."
It was close enough to the truth for her to feel like she wasn't really lying, just omitting certain details, not that that would stand up anywhere except maybe a pub.
"What are you doing back here anyway?"
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Post by nevermore9 on Oct 29, 2009 18:46:00 GMT -8
James breathed in her lies with the same familiar affliction as a smoker; it was made all the better by the unique wave of self-deception that put a tingle in his very stomach. By his guess, this girl was a good liar - so good that she could even scam herself out of a bank account if she tried. He liked those kind of people for the sole purpose of putting them in the ground when they tried to do it to him.
"I," he started in a most story-teller fashion, rearing his head up a bit and placing his hands on his hips with an expulsion of the horrid air that lingered on his tongue for minutes after it was gone, "thought I saw something interesting." The proceeding pause gave him a reason to raise that brow that vicariously diminished the solidity of anyone's 'happy place' into a filthy slum not much different than the one he was currently standing in. Despite the obvious problems with seeing an eyebrow on someone whose hair concealed their entire face, some devilish contortion of the contours in the alley reverberated the sadistic maliciousness contained by the gesture in a form transcendental to a that of a physical manifestation.
"Please," he pleaded with empathy, "don't tell me I was wrong."
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Post by Destiny, Gabrielle & Erin on Nov 3, 2009 18:17:35 GMT -8
Erin finished shoving the rubbish back into place. She peeled off the gloves, discarding them amidst the rest of the refuse. She shrugged then walked up and patted the air above his head.
"There's nothing interesting here except me. So I suppose you were sort of right. By the way, do you have a name? You've been bullshitting at me for the last five minutes and usually I get a name by that point."
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