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diversified2014-04-13 11:26 pm
insertdadjoke) wrote in diversified2014-04-13 11:26 pm
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into my core, where I've become so numb. [ closed ]
WHO Charon (insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (sociopapathic).
WHAT Reversal of fates. One brother dies, and the other lives.
WHEN Alternate 2014.
WHERE Arizona...?
His target was crafty. He was staying to the public, making sure to maintain contact with people at all times, never out of sight and never out of mind. Although Charon was thorough and he was brutal, there was a line he did his best never to cross: bringing the living into the affairs of the dead. The target had already bought several hours while Charon waited him out, shadowing him in and out of businesses, on city transportation and now in this restaurant where he seemed to have stilled but still not gotten rid of his nebulous crowd. There was, however, an opening that Charon knew had been coming. His target excused himself and darted down the hallway for the restroom.
He never got that far. Charon caught him by the arm and swung him into the wall, magic just barely absorbing the impact to swallow the noise. His target was startled, already begging for his life, tone perpetually frightened from his run from death, and Charon reached his knife around to cut out the disgusting breach of balance on his throat. Before he could even start bleeding out, Charon twisted the body back around and forced it into the bathroom door. Single occupancy, which meant it would be a while for anyone to notice he was there.
It meant Charon would see less panic. He hated seeing panic in peoples' eyes. Most things he could shut away or ignore, but that always bothered him. Most of his kills weren't face to face to avoid it.
insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (sociopapathic).WHAT Reversal of fates. One brother dies, and the other lives.
WHEN Alternate 2014.
WHERE Arizona...?
His target was crafty. He was staying to the public, making sure to maintain contact with people at all times, never out of sight and never out of mind. Although Charon was thorough and he was brutal, there was a line he did his best never to cross: bringing the living into the affairs of the dead. The target had already bought several hours while Charon waited him out, shadowing him in and out of businesses, on city transportation and now in this restaurant where he seemed to have stilled but still not gotten rid of his nebulous crowd. There was, however, an opening that Charon knew had been coming. His target excused himself and darted down the hallway for the restroom.
He never got that far. Charon caught him by the arm and swung him into the wall, magic just barely absorbing the impact to swallow the noise. His target was startled, already begging for his life, tone perpetually frightened from his run from death, and Charon reached his knife around to cut out the disgusting breach of balance on his throat. Before he could even start bleeding out, Charon twisted the body back around and forced it into the bathroom door. Single occupancy, which meant it would be a while for anyone to notice he was there.
It meant Charon would see less panic. He hated seeing panic in peoples' eyes. Most things he could shut away or ignore, but that always bothered him. Most of his kills weren't face to face to avoid it.
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"I'm not going to have you walk around holding my shirt like you're some sort of puppy on a leash," he said, still frowning slightly. Abel wanted him to experience things like other people did, even if he was going to hide from everything like the ghost he was. And honestly, he just wanted to hold his brother's hand again like he had when they were both still alive. "Take my hand, brother. You'll still be holding on to me and nobody will notice you besides me and the other Sighted."