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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 12:58:37 GMT -8
Kasem limped to the door, taking care that he didn’t leave a trail behind him. It would do no good to lead the entire world here. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket (oh good, it was clean) and placed it around the doorknob. His hands left red on the cloth, as though he’d just wiped paint on it.
He didn’t have a key. That never stopped him before. Besides, this door was rarely locked, though it would likely have been better for it to be. Goodness knew who would walk through. Then again, most people wouldn’t like to see Kasem at their door, especially in his current state.
He didn’t know so much blood could come out of one person.
Of course, it wasn’t his blood. No, he was much too good at his job for that, but the victim did put up a fight. He gave Kasem a good dead leg—which Kasem had not appreciated at all—before trying to crawl away. Kasem had no sympathy for the man, didn’t care as he begged and pleaded for his life; they were both bad people and Kasem had a job to do.
Kasem really hated taking orders from Yao. But the job had to be done and Kasem. Unfortunately, he couldn’t go back to his own apartment covered in someone else’s blood. It would raise questions, and limping along from that dead leg would raise even more. So he’d made his way to Katyusha’s nest. Her nest was always a safe place. There, he could get a shower and catch a little sleep. He didn’t care much for sleep, but he knew that sleeping would keep his performance from getting worse.
He opened the door and closed it behind him. He placed it on his fist and knocked on the hallway wall. “Sorry to barge in,” he said, and he didn’t mean one word. He put the kerchief in his pocket and limped into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the cabinet, and filled it with tap water. He sucked it down and placed it in the sink.
Blood covered the tap and the knob of the cabinet, having come from his hand. Oh well. He could clean it later. Preferably when he himself was also clean. The smell of iron was hovering over him and he knew he’d have to burn these clothes later. Not only would they would be stained forever, they would smell foul too. Kasem disliked the lingering smell. The blood was starting to harden on his face. He scratched at it and it flaked.
He figured he should stop doing that. He was going to get dried blood everywhere.
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Nov 7, 2013 0:39:18 GMT -8
велике спасибі There were three women walking on the sidewalk, chatting and laughing cheerfully. One of them separated herself from her friends at the corner, bid them goodbye and got into a cab. Said vehicle headed to Aylesbury Estate. The woman had been invited to a co-worker's birthday party at a nearby bar, which explained why she returned later than usual. At least she had some fun, something she rarely got lately, either because of a late night shift at the hospital or more people came to her house. She finally arrived at her home, fumbling her bag to take her keys. After five failed attempts of inserting the right key to the lock, she guessed that she might had drink too much. That, or she just really tired since she kept yawning. She casually threw her jacket once she's inside, paying no attention to where the clothing landed. A plan to take a quick shower and go to bed immediately was forming in her mind. Yes, that sounds good-- Wait. Katyusha blinked several times before walking towards the door. She remember trying to unlock it, but she tried it using keys for her locker at the hospital. The door key itself was still in her bag, buried under her other belongings. Which means someone had opened her door earlier... The nurse shook her head. It's hard to think clearly after all the alcohol she drank earlier. With a sigh, she made her way to the kitchen and took a large mug from the shelf. She was about to fill it with water when she noticed something odd with the tap. There was something red on it, and it looked new. "Що!?" how did it got here? There wasn't anything unusual with the tap when she left for work this morning. Puzzled, the woman leaned closer. Her trained nose instantly detected a faint smell of iron. It was blood. She placed the mug in the sink and turned, intending to take a dishcloth. However, something caught her attention in her peripheral vision. A figure stood close by; their physical features almost completely hidden in the shadows. They also reeked the same iron smell. It was a stray bird then. With that in mind, Katyusha turned the kitchen lights on, then faced her guest. What she saw had shocked her quite much; she was glad she wasn't holding her mug anymore since she might had dropped it off. The figure was a man, standing straight despite all the blood that covered him from head to toe. She wouldn't be that shocked if this man was anyone else, but he was her boss. He was Kasem. Taking a deep breath, she approached him, eyes widened in concern. "W-what happened...?" she asked him. "What happened to you?" She moved her gaze from his face to his clothes. He must had been wounded so bad with this amount of blood... "I need you to..." Katyusha paused, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You need to take your clothes off, please. So I'd be able to see your wounds." She took the mug from the sink, filled it with water despite the blood on the tap and drank the content. "Sorry about this," muttered her when she moved to take her surgery kit. She really shouldn't have drank anything at the party. | |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 14:13:10 GMT -8
He’d meant to go straight to closet to hunt for a towel and then take a shower (the blood was starting to stiffen and his leg was regaining its strength) when he heard someone else enter the house. The front door creaked open and Kasem stood still in the doorway to the hall, not wanting to alarm whoever it was that had arrived. Katyusha had given him no response when he’d announced his entrance—so he knew she hadn’t been home and assumed she wouldn’t be until later in the night. That must’ve been her returning.
Drunk, too, it seemed, if the multiple scratches on the doorknob indicated anything. She was missing the keyhole, seeming to forget that she hadn’t locked the door in the first place.
He was still standing in the kitchen, near the other door, when the lights flickered on. He watched Katyusha’s expression turned into one of horror. That moment, he remembered that it would appear to be his blood that covered him, not someone else’s. After all, it was difficult to differentiate when it all looked the same.
“Nothing happened,” he replied to her shaky, repeated question. “Just a job. Nothing happened.”
Kasem smiled at her concern for him. He wasn’t sure whether or not he should feel honored—after all, it was her job. Still, he couldn’t help but feel touched and though his heart did not warm at the concern, he recognized it as a positive development in their relationship.
Whatever that relationship was, anyway. Kasem didn’t care to give it a name. “I’m not wounded,” he told her and took out his blood-covered handkerchief. He did his best to wipe the blood from hands so he wouldn’t track it all over her hallway. “This isn’t my blood. May I use your shower?”
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Post by Katyusha Chernenko on Apr 17, 2014 11:41:40 GMT -8
велике спасибі "Well clearly your job is sssomething..." Katyusha returned with her kit box, feeling a little disoriented. She leaned on the kitchen counter, placing the box on top of it. "We both know your job is no ordinary, everyday commoner will do."The nurse observed Kasem's shirt intently. 'Nothing happened' would not produce so much blood like that. 'Nothing happened' meant someone wasn't killed by his hands. She doubted anyone would be able to walk away after losing so much blood. Katyusha opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she closed it again. Even when she was drunk she knew it's not good to ask Kasem about his job or the person who... just died. Didn't she take a vow not to do so? "Maybe you didn't realize if... if you get wounded." Katyusha prepared bandages, wrapping her own hands in the process. "If it's that messy, you might fight with him, I still need to check--oh..." The bandage roll fell from the counter and ran across the room. Sighing, she went to fetch it back. "Shower, hm? Yes, it's on the corner, take a right turn and you'll find it..." Katyusha was busy trying to re-roll the bandage. She forgot Kasem had been coming over several times and certainly had remembered the layout of her house. Tossing the bandage roll back in its box, she opted to prepare something for her boss. She set a kettle ready and boiled some water. She was unsure about what drink she should make; tea or hot chocolate sounded not good enough for someone who just killed a person. She left the water in the kettle and went to check the fridge. Thankfully she still had some food. "Kasem, would you like to drink something?" she raised her voice a little, not sure if he's still in the shower or not. "Or maybe you're hungry?" | |
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