Re: Hannibal Lecter I Presume?
Posted: 27 Aug 2013, 04:07
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Micah - “It’s called a cooler woman. C O O L E R.” He spelled the word out slowly just to be a complete smartass and went to fetch it from the pile of supplies that she had brought down with her. After he set it on the bar beside the body he pulled the lid off revealing the ice that was waiting inside.
Velveteen - She made a face and mimicked him as he turned away. “C O O L E R!” and snickered, dropping the blood covered organ into the ice. “Esky sounds better. Like...it sounds colder cause eskimos live in ice….cooler is like...having the fan or something.” She was teasing though she wasted no time in making yet another incision and going after the second kidney. She was making quite a mess of things, so much so she had long given up pretending to know what she was doing anymore. Blood was continuously pumped through the man’s veins and then out those that she had severed, quickly filling his abdomen and also spilling onto the bar and floor. Yeah...he was not gonna last much longer.
Micah - “Well ya ain’t down under anymore woman. Round these parts we call it a cooler. And so should you.” He was obviously teasing her as he stood back to watch her. He started to snicker the longer he watched. Clearly she had no clue what she was doing and was making a huge mess. Maybe he should call Bunny and make her clean it up. Those shrieks of horror would probably leave him deaf and for that reason alone he decided against it. Looked like he’d be helping her clean this one up himself. Frozen ones were so much better.
Velveteen - There was an almost sickening squishy sound as she felt about for the other kidney and the blood….was just….everywhere about now. She winced a little and grunted softly as the last kidney needed was extracted rather crudely, ripped out may have been a more apt description, and placed on the bed of ice along side the other. “Oh reeeeally?” She drawled out slowly. “Maybe you should get a little aussie happening. Make me less….homesick.” The idea of him even trying to get his tongue around the way she said somethings was an amusing thought all on it’s own. She placed the lid and locked it down before handing it to him, complete with bloody hand prints. “The Coooooler.” She announced. “We should probably get things delivered asap and then come back and fix this up. No one comes down here much so it -should- be ok.”
Micah - It was going to take ages to clean her mess up, he could see it now. They wouldn’t be able to let it sit overnight it would dry and make it more difficult to clean it up. Though it was far from the first time that the Realm had been covered in blood, maybe not this much at once but still. “No thank you. You can keep the aussie to yourself. I don’t know if the city can handle more than one of you cause you know thats what would happen. I’d be like your carbon copy, only male.” A slight frown crossed his face when she mentioned being homesick and he had to wonder if maybe she was. He wanted to ask her about it but she pushed the cooler at him and he had no choice but to take it from her. “Where are the other ones at?”
Velveteen - She grinned and removed the gloves she had been wearing, dumping them on top of the body. She was pretty sure the guy was close to expired and she eyed the other hungrily. “Mmm...upstairs in a fridge. I can grab them on the way and meet you at the truck if you like?” Her gaze only flickered away from the unconscious gangster and settled upon her husband’s face towards the end. “Save you doing it.”
Micah - “I’ll let you grab the others and meet you in the truck. Just...wash your hands. I don’t want gangsta blood all over my pristine interior.” He gave her a stern look but figured she would know he wasn't the slightest bit serious about that. “And make sure you feed. There’s a perfectly good human wrapped up without a bow over there. Make use of it.” He didn’t wait for her to respond and turned to head outside.
Velveteen - Velveteen arched a brow and smirked darkly. He would get no argument out of her on that. Just a little….that was all she’d need and then she would leave the other gangsters fate to him. It didn’t take long before she was exiting the building, hands washed and and a cooler full of kidneys. She grinned as put the the organs in the back and then slipped into the passenger side. “So...creepy guys place and we are done? I meant what I said too. Don’t ever let me do anything like this again.”
Micah - He didn’t have to wait for her for very long and he was happy about that. This job was just about the craziest thing that he had ever had to do and he meant it when he told her that body parts and internal organs were going to be on the list of things that they would not get. And he didn’t even want to get back to wondering what that freaky old guy was going to do with them. He grinned and started the truck, pushing his sunglasses down over his eyes. “Don’t worry woman. You ever take a job like this again and I think I’ll have to force some color into your wardrobe.” He put the truck into gear and drove off, more than willing to make the delivery and put this crazy job behind them.
Micah - “It’s called a cooler woman. C O O L E R.” He spelled the word out slowly just to be a complete smartass and went to fetch it from the pile of supplies that she had brought down with her. After he set it on the bar beside the body he pulled the lid off revealing the ice that was waiting inside.
Velveteen - She made a face and mimicked him as he turned away. “C O O L E R!” and snickered, dropping the blood covered organ into the ice. “Esky sounds better. Like...it sounds colder cause eskimos live in ice….cooler is like...having the fan or something.” She was teasing though she wasted no time in making yet another incision and going after the second kidney. She was making quite a mess of things, so much so she had long given up pretending to know what she was doing anymore. Blood was continuously pumped through the man’s veins and then out those that she had severed, quickly filling his abdomen and also spilling onto the bar and floor. Yeah...he was not gonna last much longer.
Micah - “Well ya ain’t down under anymore woman. Round these parts we call it a cooler. And so should you.” He was obviously teasing her as he stood back to watch her. He started to snicker the longer he watched. Clearly she had no clue what she was doing and was making a huge mess. Maybe he should call Bunny and make her clean it up. Those shrieks of horror would probably leave him deaf and for that reason alone he decided against it. Looked like he’d be helping her clean this one up himself. Frozen ones were so much better.
Velveteen - There was an almost sickening squishy sound as she felt about for the other kidney and the blood….was just….everywhere about now. She winced a little and grunted softly as the last kidney needed was extracted rather crudely, ripped out may have been a more apt description, and placed on the bed of ice along side the other. “Oh reeeeally?” She drawled out slowly. “Maybe you should get a little aussie happening. Make me less….homesick.” The idea of him even trying to get his tongue around the way she said somethings was an amusing thought all on it’s own. She placed the lid and locked it down before handing it to him, complete with bloody hand prints. “The Coooooler.” She announced. “We should probably get things delivered asap and then come back and fix this up. No one comes down here much so it -should- be ok.”
Micah - It was going to take ages to clean her mess up, he could see it now. They wouldn’t be able to let it sit overnight it would dry and make it more difficult to clean it up. Though it was far from the first time that the Realm had been covered in blood, maybe not this much at once but still. “No thank you. You can keep the aussie to yourself. I don’t know if the city can handle more than one of you cause you know thats what would happen. I’d be like your carbon copy, only male.” A slight frown crossed his face when she mentioned being homesick and he had to wonder if maybe she was. He wanted to ask her about it but she pushed the cooler at him and he had no choice but to take it from her. “Where are the other ones at?”
Velveteen - She grinned and removed the gloves she had been wearing, dumping them on top of the body. She was pretty sure the guy was close to expired and she eyed the other hungrily. “Mmm...upstairs in a fridge. I can grab them on the way and meet you at the truck if you like?” Her gaze only flickered away from the unconscious gangster and settled upon her husband’s face towards the end. “Save you doing it.”
Micah - “I’ll let you grab the others and meet you in the truck. Just...wash your hands. I don’t want gangsta blood all over my pristine interior.” He gave her a stern look but figured she would know he wasn't the slightest bit serious about that. “And make sure you feed. There’s a perfectly good human wrapped up without a bow over there. Make use of it.” He didn’t wait for her to respond and turned to head outside.
Velveteen - Velveteen arched a brow and smirked darkly. He would get no argument out of her on that. Just a little….that was all she’d need and then she would leave the other gangsters fate to him. It didn’t take long before she was exiting the building, hands washed and and a cooler full of kidneys. She grinned as put the the organs in the back and then slipped into the passenger side. “So...creepy guys place and we are done? I meant what I said too. Don’t ever let me do anything like this again.”
Micah - He didn’t have to wait for her for very long and he was happy about that. This job was just about the craziest thing that he had ever had to do and he meant it when he told her that body parts and internal organs were going to be on the list of things that they would not get. And he didn’t even want to get back to wondering what that freaky old guy was going to do with them. He grinned and started the truck, pushing his sunglasses down over his eyes. “Don’t worry woman. You ever take a job like this again and I think I’ll have to force some color into your wardrobe.” He put the truck into gear and drove off, more than willing to make the delivery and put this crazy job behind them.