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Post by Marianne Meinster on Oct 15, 2013 3:18:19 GMT -5
"What are you doing?" The man in top hat stared at Marianne who was wiping his neck with a wet handkerchief. His fingers wrapped around Marianne´s wrist. "I disinfect your neck. You humans have foul sense of hygiene!" "We WHAT?!" Hussy was pretty - not his type, still pretty - but seemed to be total cuckoo-lander. Marianne smiled and exposed her fangs. Afterwards, Marianne checked pure red velvet of her jacket and matching skirts. No blood, nor dirt and filth of the street. Good! She dropped the handkerchief to the alley. Let´s leave poor Sûreté something to ponder. {{Waiting for a boy with barely decent French and a giant head wound! p}}
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Moritz Stiefel
- Masterful Virgin -
And then there were none.
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Post by Moritz Stiefel on Nov 11, 2013 19:53:32 GMT -5
Things were going better than a few weeks ago for Moritz. First off, he'd found a German who didn't get on his nerves like the Hanover guy, and he'd also found a job due to the apparently vast network of connections in Paris. Unfortunately, said job was a messenger/delivery boy and thus had ridiculous hours for moderate pay. But hey, it was better than wandering around with no money for food, shelter, or cigarettes.
Especially not cigarettes. He wasn't a heavy smoker, but he liked a good smoke after an annoying-as-hell customer or a stressful situation.
Like the one he was in right now, where a woman was about ten feet away from a dead or unconscious man and casually strolling away as opposed to... you know, screaming. Or calling for help.
"Uh..." He took a moment to process the scene, then asked in heavily German-accented French, "Miss? Are you... is there a dead guy right next to you?"
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