Realistic or Modern The Purge

[N U T M E G]

He never liked the idea of purging, never wanted to participate in a cruel game of survival. But when everything you have lived for is stolen, sometimes the only thing you can do is to take.


"Stück Scheiße," Lukas cursed as he shoved the corpse aside. Men like these disgusts him, like the people who called his family "friends." But then again, how different is he from them? He wiped the blood from his hands on his jeans and looked around. He knew that most of his "friends" had moved to LA after the incident. At least they had the decency to be ashamed of what they did. Nothing will satisfy him more than to see their faces when he takes everything away from them. Then they'll see. Then they'll know what he felt. That is why he didn't choose to wear a mask that day.


From the corner of his eye, he noticed a glimmer of light. A door was open by just a slit. Someone was watching, he thought, as he moved closer. It was more of a curiosity than anger that led him to kick the door open. Inside were two people who did not look like they were intent to kill, nor too keen on getting themselves killed either. After a moment, he looked at the young woman and said, "So how was the show Mädchen?"

 

[KillGill]

Sweet Smell Of Death


With 32 victims still to claim, Klyde was anxious to continue his murder spree. After making his way passed 'The Hood' Klyde quickly found himself wandering into a dense shrubbery and Forrest. He had come across Elysian park. He cut through the shrubs and bushes coming across nothing but garbage and litter. After wandering through the bushes for a solid twelve minutes he came upon a great discovery. An overturned school bus. The yellow bus lay on it side. The smell of leather and exhaust fumes flooded the air, as well as the sweet smell of death. klyde bent over into the upside bus. Four bodies, riddled with bullet holes. he searched the bodies for weapons, only finding a pen and a shotgun shell. Whoever killed them must have looted them before they left. He continued his way down the hill, which is when he spotted the couple. Young, unsuspecting, just the way he likes them. He yanked his switchblade of of his pocket and flipped it outwards, he lurched toward the couple, ready to kill two more.
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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

((sorry for the delay, had not recieved any alerts))


The purge, such a great change for someone as him to escape. Ow yes, they would look for him, but they wouldn't find him. And he would make sure that he took as much with him as he could. This night would be the night that would make him a free man again or leave him dead. He looked up towards the cieling from the hard bed he laid on. The door of his cell was wide open and mayhem had started in the heavily secured prison as soon as those doors had opened. He had seen his cell mate been killed before even making it past the bars. It had left him unfazed, except for the fact that he had wiped the blood splatters out of his face. He swung his legs out of the bed and got up, the chaos inside the prison had dulled out. Most of the criminals were either dead or out on the streets.


He stepped over the body of his cell mate, not looking twice at him or the other bodies as he choose his path. He was alert for any sound that might betray a prisoner that had the same idea as him. He could hear the sounds of guns and other weapons coming from the Diner Hall, but that was not his destination. He turned away and quickened his steps a little as he went through the bloody halls and finally reached the last door. "Tut tut, you are late for the party, Kuolema" He heard a deep voice on his right. A black guard towered over him as he came forward towards the prisoner. The blonde male didn't panic, his face didn't even betray the slightest existence of feelings or emotions. His hand slipped between the dark clothes he wore, his fingers curling themselves around the familiar steel. "This party has yet to start..." The small male spoke as he suddenly moved forward. The guard was too late with aiming his gun as the blade effortlessly cut through his skin and throat. The prisoner held on the vest of the male as he tipped over. "Now the party has started" The Fin told the man that was fighting for air, while blood spread over the floor.


Yes, Viriu Tapio had finally purged. He opened the door and quickly ran down the road towards the city of Los Angeles where many had already purged. However was it really purging when you did that what you had always been doing? The only difference was that it was legal now, for the upcoming 24 hours at least. His ice blue eyes quickly took in the situations around him as he barged in the door to a desolated appartment. He moved over towards the broken window and kneeled down to determine which way to go. That was the only problem for him now, the city of LA was foreign. In his old city he would have been out within a minute, but this was strange. Here he would have to fight for his freedom. Not that he cared for that, he was used to it. It was his kind of life, for as long as this day would last. He would either die or escape and start over new. Those were the only options and he was more afraid of the second than the first.

 

[jacunliffe]

Morals....

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She reached the roof and peered down the ladder, the man who had slit wrists was on the ground but the other had followed her. She gave him a look that could positively kill and then set to work pushing the ladder off of the building side. Her muscles strained and rippled, breaking a sweat just as the man reached the top. She watched as he widened his eyes and went falling backwards towards the ground. His arms were flailing, desperate to grab on to something but she could only watch. He did try to kill her after all, but it didn't stop the gut wrenching feeling she got as the sickening crunch of a bone on pavement rang in her ears. She looked down for a moment more and then took off again, heading for a new buildings roof, hopping from landing to landing, heading for the shopping district. Until Lisa lost her balance on an apartment buildings roof and tumbled down onto a fire escape landing.


She groaned and just lay there for a moment before propping herself up on her forearms. She saw a man looking out the window and her heart raced, her pulse picked up sending blood through her veins faster. A gash in her shoulder had started bleeding soaking through her sweater. She had known it was dangerous being out at night but she had not thought that half an hour in, she would be face to face with 3 different killers. Lisa paused mid thought and then rephrased. She was a killer too now, which made her just as bad...


@DarkiusHeavenstein

 

[Sensei Fox]

"Perfect, that's where we'll be going." He waited a while before peeking out again. Getting into a fight now would only risk this girl's life and further expose them with all the noise made. It looked clear enough from what he could gather from the small open sliver. There was at least no life outside anymore. He let the door close again and started fiddling with his belt. From the inside of the belt he produced a small, thin blade and derringer. Opening one of the pouches on his belt, he produced a small roll of electrical tape. After checking that the derringer was loaded and then on safety, he offered to the girl along with the blade and tape. "Hide these somewhere on your body. Make them easily accessible but hard for someone else to find. Use them only when they're absolutely needed."

 

[Endless Love]

Taylor

Taking the weapons without hesitation from him, Taylor found a place for them in the waist line of her apron. She would have spoken to him again, but her thoughts were intruded by shuffling. She watched the man through the small opening from the fight approach them with an inquiring look. Her stomach clenched, and her muscles tightened. At his words, her response left his question unanswered."Please don't hurt us." She whispered, eyes a bit bloodshot. Although he did have a weapon, the man didn't seem to have too much of an intention to kill. He'd simply done away with kitchen knife guy as an act of sheer self defense. But Taylor wanted to be on his good side just in case. Anyone with a weapon wasn't someone you'd want to be messing with. Not tonight.

While awaiting the response, her priorities were distracted yet again by more shuffling. But it wasn't coming from him. It had come from the other side of the convenience store. Taylor's pupils contracted with horror as she heard the sound of the bell jingling on the door. She dared to take a peek past the man's shoulder, to see a gang of six purgers. Taylor knew who they were. They wore white bloody masks, the leader's mask even had the word god written messily on his forehead. They were the gang the rich upper class family know as the Van Burens hired to find anything with a heartbeat and bring it back to them for purging. The rich people did the killing. Not the chasing. This gang in particular was one of the worst. Mainly because they were paid the most. The more people, the more money. What horrified her more was that the leader waved his bandaged fingers without a sound, and from what she could tell he had his eyes on them.

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[Sensei Fox]

Fox had placed himself directly between the newcomers and this girl who was becoming increasingly harder to protect. Now was a time for a show of force. His job was to rescue and protect, however it was also to win any battle along the way. His shoulder angled forward and the rest of his body followed suit in changing into an aggressive posture. His voice changed to complete deep clarity with a heavy weight brought by years of barking orders and yelling over the sound of helicopters. This would be the first deterrent and hopefully their way out without bloodshed. Hopefully they would be caught off guard at his display and do as he asked. "I don't want to harm you. I just want to leave this place and find refuge elsewhere along with my partner. This is the only chance I will give you to step out of my way and keep out of it. If you refuse, I will fight and I will kill." He drew his knife from his belt and held it at his side. His arms were trembling as if waiting for the slightest trigger to launch into someone's chest. "Make your choice, move or be moved."

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Viriu ducked together as he heard some sounds coming from upstairs. He tried to place the sounds and quickly perked his head into the direction they came from, the fire escape. His fingers curled once again around the blade carried with him. A blade that already had ended a lot of live, so many it was hard to keep score for the male. Two hours before the purge they, the prisoners, had been granted all the belongings they had on them the moment of their arrest. For him that meant his black clothing, army boots and the three iisakki's. Those three little knives didn't seem harmless at all, but in his hands, everything became a murder weapon.


He moved up again to see what had caused the noise and looked directly into the eyes of a girl. A young girl, that had been innocent before the night had started at least. He wanted to ignore her as he noticed the gash on her shoulder. The blood was soaking right through the sweater she was wearing. With a swift movement he was on the edge of the window and not much later he landed on the fire escape, making his way up to the girl. His eyes were never resting on one point, always looking for possible attacks, but it was a quiet moment now. "Nasty cut you got there" He spoke as he kept a safe distance from the girl. His weapon ready at hand underneath his clothes. He might be a serial killer and he might have faced tougher things that just a girl, but right now everything was possible. This night, nothing was set in stone. And the mighty Kuolema rather not died by the hands of a simple maiden.


"I could help, if you'd let me" He spoke calm. He used his other hand to show her the bandages he carried. He always had a very small first aid kit with him. His morals might be twisted and cruel he disliked seeing in his eyes innocent people in pain. He had no idea what the motive of this girl was, but still he wanted to offer her his help. It didn't mean he trusted her, by far, but she didn't seem like a fair fight anyway. He did like the killing that was part of his job yet he didn't wast any life that could be useful or was not necessary. Right now there were no assignments which meant he would only kill those that went against him personally.

 

[jacunliffe]

Lisa swallowed, her heart rate still elevated. He was clearly out to purge and she had no intention of being a victim, but if he had wanted to kill her, he would have made a move already. She moved into a sitting position slowly, ignoring his first sentence. The pain in her shoulder was unlike anything she had felt before, topping her broken ankle in grade school. When she fell from the monkey bars when she first became addicted to adrenaline. That was half the reason she came out for the past 2 years. The rush she got when she out ran a pursuer or stealing a With a deep exhale she looked at him and spoke steadily, despite the injury. "What makes you think I need your help?" She says raising an eyebrow not trusting him.


So far, the night had not gone her way. She pursed her lips trying to act as if the wound was nothing, even standing up though it burned to the point where she had to bite the inside of her cheek. She had already killed someone tonight, but she had no hope against this man. He was larger, stronger and clearly more intent on making the most out of the night... but he hadn't hurt her yet. She swallowed again, her shoulder still bleeding. She leaned on a railing and just watched him.


(Sorry I was on my phone. Next ones should be longer... )

 

[RoleplayChiQ]

So far so good. Alexandra soon found herself in downtown LA. Numerous dead bodies were already on the side of the streets and its not even been an hours since the purge began. That thought wasn't exactly comforting for Alexandra but she didn't care, oh no. Tonight, another body will join them. She was somehow thankful that the night breeze wasn't cold, after all her black tank top, pants and ankle boots wouldn't serve her much warmth. Screams, gun fire, explosion were now everywhere and she knew this wouldn't stop till tomorrow morning when the annual purge ends.


Up ahead Alexandra saw a Gas Station and thought about going in for some supplies she might need throughout the night. Looking from her left then to her right, Alexandra slowly made her way towards the Gas Station. She stopped at the door as she took a peak, and unfortunately there was 'someone'. "Shit." Alexandra cursed under her breath. Should she kill him? Who is he talking too? She took a deep breath, her eyes glaring at the man inside. Slowly her hands made its way to the handles, the cold steel biting through her skin. Just when she was about to turn, a voice spoke from behind her. Then 'something' at the back of her head.


"Why don't you turn around slowly gorgeous and we can talk this out hmm?" The man spoke in a really deep and throaty voice. Alexandra's heart was beating wildly through her chest almost like it was going to explode.


'No this can't end this way, it can't....'


"Put your gun down and turn around love." Alexandra had no choice as she fought the urge not to cry, but the tears were already threatening her eyes, stinging them bit by bit. Bending over she placed her gun down on the ground and raised both her arms in surrender.


"I'm sorry dad..."

 

[N U T M E G]

He was about to answer her back when they intruded. There was six of them. Six outnumbers one heavily, and he has no time for that. The man and woman alone posed no threat to him, but the recent addition surely did. Lukas weighed his chances and acted quickly. One, he can join the unlucky duo and form a pact, however he need to help them as well in order to gain their trust, and there is also a chance that they might betray him. Two, he can simply leave the two to their fate. Although tempting, he couldn't imagine leaving someone in need of help, especially when the odds are against them. The man's statement however, changed his mind. "This is the only chance I will give you to step out of my way and keep out of it. If you refuse, I will fight and I will kill.Make your choice, move or be moved." The guy seemed sure that he's capable of disposing the newcomers, he did not even entertain the notion of asking for help. So Lukas did what he thought would be the best course of action, he simply moved, but not without saying, "Good luck."


Once outside, Lukas retraced his steps, back towards the gas station. He didn't know why the two did not simply run away from the purgers. Combat in a limited area, with one against six, is akin to a death wish. During the commotion, he simply stole out into the night, but not without earning a cut on his left arm. It wasn't fatal though. He decided that the gas station will be the perfect base camp, considering that nobody even bothered to loot the place because of its worthlessness. When he was near enough, Lukas realized that lady luck wasn't in his side tonight.


Another purger is present at the scene. The guy is talking to a young woman point blank, with a pistol trained on the center of her head. (@RoleplayChiQ ) Her arms are already raised in defeat. A gun might come in handy, is the first thought that came into Lukas's head. Quickening his pace, he stole silently behind the purger and slid the kitchen knife deep into his throat. The knife was dull, so he had to do the act twice, drenching his arm with blood and bits of flesh in the process. When he was done, he kicked the corpse aside and picked up the purger's gun. A smile crept into his lips as he took note of the full barrel. "You're welcome," he said to the woman, "unless you're going to kill me too?"

 

[RoleplayChiQ]

Alexandra's eyes were tightly shut as she waited for the man to pull the trigger. All her senses shuts down that she wasn't even aware of the commotion behind her, not until someone spoke. A different voice, one that is more... Friendly if she could say. Slowly she turned around not knowing what she might face next. To her surprise her attacker was on the ground, blood was pooling down at her feet. Quickly she took a step to the side to avoid the blood that is now making its way towards the door of the gas station. Her eyes went up to the man who apparently just saved her life from imminent death. Crooked smile, pretty eyes, if only they weren't in this current situation on this very night things might have took a different turn.


"No... And thank you." She slowly bends down to pick up her gun that stayed flat on the ground. She hates feeling weak, helpless and vulnerable. But she is, she knows she is. The anger and hatred could cloud her head that it might even be the end of her.





"Why save me?" Alexandra asked more out of curiosity. Why would someone help anyone out here tonight? This is that one night where someone can't trust anyone to stay alive. Clearly this man hasn't gotten the memo... Or perhaps its Alexandra who didn't get the memo of making allies to stay alive.

 

[N U T M E G]

He was about to say "I just came here for the gun," but he stopped himself before he did. She seemed to believe that he had saved her, and that might prove useful. He hadn't considered making an ally until moments ago, when six purgers decided to show up and ruin his day. So he simply smiled and offered a hand to the brunette. "Lukas, and why not? You seemed to be in trouble. Unless you actually got yourself covered, or is that your boyfriend I just killed?" He looked at the corpse sprawled across the pavement; the man's tongue had completely unrolled itself out of his ruined mouth. "If he is, then you have a pretty bad taste, no offense. And you must've pissed him off really bad to point a gun at you."


Lukas tucked the pistol in his back pocket, and threw away the knife. The ice pick is twice as deadly compared to the dull blade. Now his only problem is to conserve his ammo. There's also his bleeding arm that he had almost forgotten due to the sudden turn of events. Not wasting another second, he ripped a fabric off of the dead man's shirt, and wound it tightly around the cut. It should be able to stem the blood flow in the meantime. "So, why are you out here anyway? You have a death wish or something?"

 

[RoleplayChiQ]

Alexandra squinted her eyes skeptically at him. Is he being sarcastic? Is he joking or is he serious? She took a glance down at the dead body of her attacker once again. He wasn't familiar at all, something she was thankful for. Then slowly her eyes went back up to the man who saved her, at least she thought he came to her rescue. He looked like someone who could take care of himself, strong, and definitely someone who knows what he's doing at a time like this. Unlike her.


She crossed her arms on her chest as her expression was blank, her eyes locked on his.


"How about you? After all you are out here too. Clearly you probably have a death wish yourself."

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Calmly he watched her as she got up slowly. Even though she tried to hide it very well he could see the pain in her eyes. it was clear though that she didn't trust him at all, and who was he to blame her in that? He observed her in silence as he did not answer her question at once. He knew from the wounds that had been inflicted on himself that she was pushing herself to the limit. "Lucky for you the artery was not cut, otherwise you would have been dead by now. It only takes 90 seconds for a human to bleed out" He spoke, totally ignoring the question that had been asked. He put away the suplies he had hold out to the girl, since they would probably not be used soon anyway. "Judging by the fact that the blood has leaked through your sweater, I'd say that wound will weaken you in a the next upcoming hour. It will blur your vision and eventually cause you to simply black out." He continued.


He took a step back, leaning with his back against the other railing. One foot resting on the lower bar as his fingers moved through his pockets again. This time with an entire different purpose as he took out cigarettes. "And on a night like this, assuming you want to survive, it is best to keep as alert as possible. It would be a kinda pathetic to find your end because of blood loss, wouldn't it?" He stated more than asked as he light the cigarette. His eyes moved back to the surroundings, but it was still quiet. He inhaled the smoke, before blowing it out. "And since I can provide you of supplies to stitch that wound up, yes you look like you need my help" His voice was calm as he did not expect anything from her. He listened to some shoutings in the distance, guns being fired, but no sign that whomever were there came in their way. "In return I only ask for a small thing. It won't cost you anything, so technically it would be a win win situation. However I am not gonna linger here forever, so make up your mind quickly" He spoke as he looked at the girl. His face still didn't show any of his emotion as he inhaled some smoke from the cigarette again.

 

[jacunliffe]

Lisa watched the man, taking in his words, turning them over in her mind. He had made a valid point... many valid points. Who was she to take the high road when she was injured, bleeding and practically helpless for he time being. Though her gut told her she needed help, her ego wanted to take a different path. One that was not wise. Lisa had no intention of dying from a wound in her shoulder. Bleeding out was pretty pathetic. "You seem to know what you're talking about and I won't pretend to know anything about this sort of thing....." She tightened her grip on the railing, since it was really just a giant brace for her for he time being and breathed deeply. The smoke didn't bother her as much as it would have another person, but it did cause her to cough a bit before she became accustom to its overpowering stench. She sighed and looked at him, her shoulder agonizing and his offer of help becoming more and more tempting.


"So I guess I do need your help.... but what would you need of me?" She watched his face, it clear of any emotion she recognized. What ever the 'small thing' was she could surely deal with. How a man who came out to kill would come to offer help bewildered her, especially since it was only legal for a night. She looked down into the streets below, checking for anyone but saw nobody to her immense relief. She looked back, her dark hair covering he left side of her face and awaited his response.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Viriu let more smoke escape into the air as silence hung between them for a moment. He could see that she was thinking about what he had said, judging his words to make her decision. He inhaled the smoke once more, before shooting away the cigarette butt to the ground below them. Just as he wanted to declare his departure she spoke and he saw her grip tighten on the bars. "I would be lying if I said this was the first wound I saw in my life, caused by any kind of weapon" He spoke back. He had probably seen about as many wounds as doctors and nurses. Wounds that had been caused by him or his 'family', but also the other way around. He took out the supplies again as she asked him what favour he wanted to been seen in return.


"I want you to show me the quickest way out of here. You don't have to come with me, just tell me where to go and how to get out" He spoke lightly. He kneeled down as he took out the supplies, placing everything he needed within reach on the stairs next to him. Firstly he took the spray that would cool the wound and take away the pain at least for the upcoming hour or so. "This might feel strange, it numbs the wound and take the pain away" He warned so she would not freak out. It wouldn't be the first time that he got attacked while trying to help. He had learned it came in very handy at times during fights or quick escapes. "It will also make the stitching itself less painful. If you could please sit down?" He asked in a rather friendly way for his person.

 

[Endless Love]

Taylor

Current time: 6:36


Eight hours and thirty six minutes left of the annual purge


Taylor watched the man bid them good fortune, and then turn to leave. Although a new addition may have helped, her new found friend's words had already pushed him away. Besides, he'd probably be better off not being dragged down by her. She had already ruined the chances of one person's night. But what her main objective of concern was the gang of masked purgers currently eying them. Most held large knives, already dripping and stained with blood from previous victims. They stroked them almost lovingly, and Taylor then was sure she would be sick. The leader however, was currently toying with his considerably intimidating machine gun, and he still hadn't moved his line of vision off of Taylor and her rescuer. And to her horror, they slowly began to etch closer, as if they had no need to chase their current prey. And in what felt like slow motion, which made it all the more terrorizing, the leader turned the gun's point to the ceiling, and pulled the trigger. Shots fired. Taylor heard a scream. A shout of death. She remembered there was a family living above the convenience store. Probably the owner's. The scream sounded like a woman's. His wife. Taylor covered her mouth, and squinted her eyes. "We have to run, we've gotta get out of here." Her voice was high pitched and sounded as though she had watched her life crumble in front of her.




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[Sensei Fox]

"Same to you all." Fox raised his knife to the masked group and pulled the girl behind him. He started inching out of the doorway but kept his point of contact with the group. He had positioned the girl behind him enough that they could make a snap running movement out the door and hopefully to safety. Before engaging his plan he left a last message to the leader. "Follow, and I will kill you." As soon as his word left his lips, his feet carried him away. Making sure to keep the girl close and running at a manageable pace for her, he started leading a new path away. A few alleyways away, he finally stopped and quickly adjust his clothing. He would fight if they were following. His knife was temporarily sheathed as he pulled two sharpened spike knives from his boots and checked them. Then he turned to the girl. He rushed her behind a pile of trash and placed a few other ends around her to make sure she was covered. "Stay here until I get you or they leave. My name is Fox Freeman, Combat Search and Rescue officer. Answer only to that and nothing else." He covered her except for a small sliver of sight. Turning back to the way they had run from, he checked the weight of the spikes to make sure they were fit to throw. He moved to the corner to peer around and watch for their chasers.

 

[jacunliffe]

Lisa nodded slowly. She knew the city well, she had run through its streets every day for years. He explained about the spray, how it numbs the pain, dulling it, so it would hurt less when he stitched the wound. Though it would not last forever. She didn't mind. "I can show you a way out... give directions..." Lisa said. "Whatever you need" Why would he need directions? He clearly was either not from Los Angeles or had not visited the city before. It would have been simpler for him to have asked tomorrow or the previous day. Had it not been for the fall and her shoulder she would have already been long gone. But she had no choice to stay and get his help. There was still about 8 hours and without stitches she wouldn't make it that long. She released her grip and slipped down slowly her back against the vertical bars into a sitting position.

 

[N U T M E G]

Lukas crossed his arms in response. The woman in front of him is proving to be difficult. "You know, you just completely ignored my questions. Maybe I don't feel like answering yours," he sighed and turned around, ready to head inside the store to find some medical supplies that he might have missed. "I don't. Have a death wish, I mean. It's the people that I'm hunting who do." He has no time to argue; once the purge is over, he'll have to wait for another year to be able to have another chance again. At that time, the people he's looking for might be gone, moved to a different state or country. They can even be dead already, slain by a different hand. And he can't risk that. With one hand on the cold steel of the door handle, he looked back at her. "I could use some company, just until this whole thing is over. Or you can go on your merry way, get yourself killed or do whatever it is you do on your spare time." Lukas shrugged. "Your choice kleines mädchen."

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

"Directions would be good enough" Viriu stated. He could see the various questions in her eyes and was quite grateful for the fact she kept her mouth shut. He took the needle and special thread that he had stolen a long time ago from a hospital. "This will hurt nonetheless, but it will make the bleeding stop and would make it easier to heal. I still advice you to seek out professional medical attention as soon as possible" He said as he observed the wound for a moment. He frowned as he decided which was the best way to stitch it shut. The needle was sharp enough to slide effortlessly through human flesh and he worked quickly on the wound. It only took a couple nods to make the edges of the wound come back together again. With his teeth he broke the unnecesarry thread and just throw it down the fire escape. He worked neatly and if possible he prefered to use new needles to prevent infections. "There you go" He said as he took a step back. He packed away the stuff that he could use a second time or what had not been needed after all. With the spray he hesitated for a moment, before offering it to the female. "Keep it for when needed" He said with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. That would probably be the closest she would get to seeing him smile ever.

 

[RoleplayChiQ]

"kleines mädchen."


His words rang through her head over and over completely blocking out the rest of what he said. Isn't that German? For "My little Girl?" Alexandra would have pointed it out to him, its either he's naturally charming and charismatic or one of the same old guys in the street who yells out random cat calls at girls who pass by. For her, she thinks its the first one. Then she gave his offer a thought. Alexandra is quite familiar about alliances during each years Annual Purge. Most ends up them also killing each other. Could she trust him? I mean he did help her with this one. Alexandra's eyes went back down to man on the ground, his blood pooling around his body. Man he sure know how to strike... Brutally if she may add. Then he mentioned something about "people he's hunting". He's probably out here for the same reason she is... He wants revenge for someone.


"Then that's my answer too. I don't have a death wish." Slowly she took a step closer to him, her body inches away from his. "Its the person I'm hunting who does...."