[closed] murder with a side-order of murder

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Who: Alex Kralie and Frederica Sawyer
Where: In and around room 204 on the first floor
When: Yesterday
Rating: Probably teen or something for murderers chilling and hanging out
Summary: Violent revenge is relevant to Sawyer's interests.
The Story:

You know what's great? Being reunited with your old nemesis from home during a revenge event.

You know what's even greater? Knowing that he'll resurrect in a day or so, so that you can stab him in the back (and the front, and the flanks, and anywhere else you can think of) all over again. Maybe shoot him some more, finish up with a little light fire and some stoning for dessert.

Alex feels surprisingly good about life in general.

(And later there'll be tea and cakes and quite possibly more murder, though let's not, ah, jump the gun on that.)

Comments

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Like so many of Roanapur's citizens Sawyer is really quite an agreeable person unless paid to behave otherwise. Now, Wonderland was... strange. A set-back, a complication of sorts, something she had no idea how to deal with.

Until today.

Today everything is suddenly clear as day. Sawyer removes problems. She bashes them dead, cuts them into tiny pieces and mops them up, making sure they never bother anybody ever again.

So what if this particular problem is not actually a person? It may be more difficult to cut up, but today seems a great day to face adversity.

And who says she can't start small? Grab the chainsaw, put on those surgical garments and go! Start with a chair, for example. A table. A bed. A door. Another door! And another!

And finally the door to room 204 on the first floor.

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Chainsaw-murdering the furniture is a fairly noisy hobby, so it's safe to say that before Sawyer reaches room 204, Alex has noticed the buzzing and is heading towards the door (with the gun just in case) to see what SWEET JUMPING CHRIST IT'S NORMAN BATES.

"Shit!"

He backs swiftly away from the door - though he doesn't fire in alarm because he's not stupid enough to be carrying it with the safety off and his finger on the trigger. He is plenty alarmed, though. Fear of having his crime discovered is brushed aside temporarily by fear of receiving a friendly chainsaw to the face.

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The friendly chainsaw hums a lively tune as the wood splinters around it and purrs happily once the task is accomplished, giving one last satisfied moan before falling silent.

Its wielder then lowers the tool, equally wordless with an expression that is unrecognisable for those before the mask.

...For Sawyer herself it is a simple and far less dramatic whoops, after all she meant to destroy the mansion, not disturb its residents.

(Of course not, why, many of Roanapur's citizens pride themselves in being really quite agreeable unless paid to act otherwise.)

So she stands quietly for a moment, looking at the person in front of her. Oh, but she knows that one already.

"...I thought," she begins and pulls down her mask before moving on to the next words, "those rooms were... empty."

She looks down on the floor apologetically. But speaking of the floor, it looks like she barged into more than just an occupied room. A curious glance at the scene. Oh, she knows that one as well.

"...Do you need... help with that?"

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Alex devotes a second or two to pulling back the safety on his gun, but -- no, he recognises that face. It's not enough to stop him from being cautious, but it does make him pause. If it's possible to have deja vu from someone else's point of view, then Alex is having it from Philip's.

Stare stare staaare.

"...You're not gonna go and find a neighbourhood watchman or something?"

He's holding his gun down and to the side, shooting her instead with a wary, challenging look.

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The response to that is brief and has little to do with morality.

"Who?"

The police in Roanapur is about as useful as a wet paper bag and as corrupted as the mold growing on it. And the neighbourhood knows better than to watch when Sawyer and colleagues are at work.

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He could have used the more clear 'police', but she may have noticed by now that there are no police around here. Instead he gestures to the body.

"This doesn't -- bother you?"

Did he just catch perhaps the luckiest break in Wonderland?

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The body doesn't. The murder doesn't. Obviously. The question must be of a different nature. She thinks on it for a moment.

"Usually I... get paid."

Sawyer shrugs.

"But everything here... is free. I guess that... makes it okay."

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She must be lying. She must be. There's no way he's lucky enough that the person to bash her way into the room just happens to be one who'll keep the secret and even, apparently, help get rid of the evidence.

But he's not seeing a lie in her eyes, and, well, it did happen to Philip. So it isn't impossible.

Okay, he's going to file this one under 'don't look a gift horse in the mouth, but keep a wary eye on what it's doing with its teeth'.

"...Do you know a lot about - cleaning this stuff up?" He's trying to remember what Philip used to get the blood out last time, and kind of wishes he'd stopped to look it up before getting caught up in revenge impulses.

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Sawyer grins broadly, an ever so subtle suggestion that a lot doesn't even begin to cover it. There's another hint when she puts on her gloves, always ready at hand with the gown, but pocketed because simple property destruction doesn't require that kind of protection.

She walks a few steps and squats down, pulling Mister Corpse up by the hair and looking at his face curiously, a glance like a doctor trying to diagnose her patient.

"Hn..."

(She's afraid that one might not make it.)

Standing up she makes her way to the closet, pausing with one hand on the door.

"Send him somewhere or... make him disappear?"

Her expert guess is that this was a personal matter to be buried rather than broadcast, although what's left of Corpsie's face sure looks like it would make for a good friendly reminder (for whatever or whoever it might be needed).