The First Transaction {Luna/open}

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"Me? Kill him? What makes you think that?... It's not good to joke around!"

"No one I know wears gloves around in public like that," I said, pointing at his black gloves, "unless they're a germaphobic freak show or you're trying to hide fingerprints." Now, I'll be honest. I wasn't entirely sure if this kid did kill the man, but how ironic is it that the first person at the scene of a dead body is a little kid with gloves? Okay, so maybe it was the "fashion" for all these little freak shows to be walking around with gloves on their hands. Or maybe he really was the murderer -- but seriously: a twelve year old kid against that big guy? Impossible. Then again, nothing's impossible, is it? Well, last time I checked I couldn't jump off a cliff and fly....

Fumes? What the hell? Well, obviously this kid didn't know what he was talking about. Burning flesh -- or roasting, rather -- smelled just as delicious as roasting..... corn, per say. One might say, "Eww, roasted corn? What the hell?" but once you roast it, it both smells and tastes very good. All somewhat crispy on the outside and juicy deliciousness on the inside. It's the same way with human flesh; though, if you slap a few slabs of it onto a grill of some sort, it sears in all the juicy delicacy and keeps the inside all tender so that your teeth just sink into -- where was I going with this? Other than making me hungry, of course I thought I was talking about fumes. Yeah. So. The aromas of cooking human smells just like roasting corn -- and I'll leave it at that. Mmm...

Shiep? What a weird name. I think I'll just stick with calling him "Freak show". Yeah; I like that better.

"Mr... Bear. I do believe we can come to an arrangement."

Fuck yes! So not only do I get dinner tonight, I get a personal chef, too. This day just keeps getting better and better... I'd just have to make sure he seared in all the good stuff in the flesh. And if I ever have him roast corn, I'll make sure he sears that, too.

So, as it appears that we will be moving the body, I take a step forward. I figured I was the one most interested in it, so I took the initiative to bend down, pausing momentarily to look at the body. Sheesh, this guy was big... would I even be able to carry him? I may be a tall guy, but that doesn't mean I'm capable of holding up a guy with more mass than me. But if I wanted dinner tonight, I could be strong enough to carry the damn body. It wasn't like he was going to fight back, or whatever. So I picked the body up, grunting and cursing as I slung the guy over my shoulders in a fireman's carry, holding onto his leg and one of his arms to keep him steady, though I nearly toppled over with all this extra weight.

"Hey, freak show," I said, turning to Shiepy, though not too fast with the dead guy on my shoulders. "Could you carry my backpack for me? Just keep it closed."

Ah ha, so now we had this girl to stay quiet. A witness, yes. Maybe we could toy around with her? Taunt her a little, threaten her while we dine on human jerky by Cam's fire. Ha! I'm already enjoying this. But yeah, where were we going to go? It couldn't just be anywhere -- we were going to cook this guy, so it'd need to be away from the main clusters of people. "I've got a fire pit at my house." I offered to no one in particular, turning around again to face the exit out of the alley, an-- ohh, who do we have here? Another onlooker? And he was standing behind a fire hydrant, just watching us. Well, then.

"What do you want, sow belly?" I asked him, snorting and narrowing my eyes menacingly at him.

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[peanutpie]

Phoenix Medona

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"I can be just your type of high."

Phoenix knelt by the bush, spying. Her eyes lit up as she saw Bear. Bear, who was so elegant looking. Plaid shirt, green vest. The ideal outfit for him, in her mind. Jeans, brown shoes. She saw him and a few other people talking to him. Oh, how she envied those people!

For example, Shiep. Shiep was a year younger than herself, and she found him quite... off. She was told by her teacher that Sheip lived in a group home.

That was worse than living in a tent.

But, there was always this tint of maturity in his voice. Hm, maybe they should ship some of the boys in her class to the group home. Her mind dawdled on this for a second.

She just leaned down, spying through the thick bush. She brought up her binoculars, watching quietly. The lenses adjusted to see Bear. His hair.

Oh, she loved describing his hair. Medium cut, dark colored. It shone in the sunlight like some chocolate riverwater. She smiled, licking her lips. She wished she brought some bread. The apple was too loud to eat now, at a time like this.

She heard the voices coming from the bush. "Germaphobic freak... I got a fire pit back at my house." Well, heat burned germs. He was doing something nice for Sheip. Her smile lit up as she observed the situation.

As usual, she went shoeless, her sagging pants barely clinging to her body. She had lost some weight over the summer, she could tell. How? Well, maybe the habit caused her to move more and eat less.

The piggish mayor should try it.

Phoenix spied through the branches, her eyes seizing Bear again. Ah. How handsome was he? How he carried himself was truley passionate. His eyes glistened in the sun as he spoke. She could her his voice, the deepness that surronded the world as he spoke.

She found him godly. She observed him for a while more, before returning to their conversation.

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"I want to be your obsession."

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[Prince Inigo]

(Certainly been a while. Dx Um, I don't know if you guys want to propose a different thread soon; I'll just post for now. Hope it works...)

Shiep Bo-Oslo Maree

"I just like the gloves. I'm no germaphobe. Jeez..." He's quite observant, Bear is. I actually told the truth there, but he's right on the mark when he says that I don't want to leave fingerprints behind. Something tells me he would make a good second-in-command for his seemingly higher skills, but I just mentally laugh it off. No way do I want to think of that at this moment. This whole crew...

This motley crew is rather interesting. What we have ourselves here is a guy - Bear - that I'm assuming has killed before for a meal. And we're not talking about animal or plant, by-the-by. We also have ourselves a man - Camicus or Cam (I prefer Camicus, but Cam might slip out) - who seems to have an obsession with fire. On the side is the redheaded girl that outright fainted from my corpse but seems, overall, taking the relocation process well; and, then, there is me. Normally inhumane me. As probably the youngest one in this group, I can't help but laugh at the show that is going on here, with this group that is just talking around a recently dead man's body that is sitting here for eating or for burning. I offer up relocation, and Bear has stated about his house, implying indefinitely. Oh joy. I do like when people give their own input for my work. It makes it all the more easier.

Unfortunately, the flaw is that to take such a body perfect for a cadaver to a personal location is illogical. In the court system and to the police, there would have high suspicion for a group of males and one female to carry the body to someone's house. Well, it's also suspicious to just carry a body anywhere; but, that's not the point. To avoid the biggest risk, it might be best to steer clear of anyone's house. I get that he would personally remove the body by eating it (Wow, never would I dream to think up a sentence like that), but how far away would this house be? How long would it take to cook the body, eat it, and rid the evidence? Redhead would pose a problem; the police and citizens might be observant; we would have to be really sneaky and the body itself clandestine.

Of course, perhaps we could use the back alleys to our advantage. As I'm pondering the procedure, ol' Bear asks me to keep the bag for now, and closed. Okay, okay. Fine. I'll keep my nose out this time. I give a nod at him, and continue to think. I'm not the risky kind of person, but I want this done and over with, and the possibility to keep talking to Bear and - possibly - Camicus in a safe area. About that girl though... I think I got something for her when we get there. Good, nice presents.

"Your house? Hope you're joking about the fire pit." I turn away, looking at the people. "House isn't the best place, unless you got a good way to get through the crowd without raising suspicion. Any way to get to your house using the back alleys?" I would have rid them the conventional way of just burying them. After all, I'm not that insane to not give a proper burial, and that's how I've gone about them if we meet in the forest. Not the case here, though. I get cannibals and pyromaniacs to do the work, possibly. Wonderful how this turned out. "Let's just go, okay? This is freaking---" Oh, ho? Who do we have here? Male Number Three? Charming.

Bear draws the attention on him, and I stopped just so I could get a look. Another older guy, hanging by the fire hydrant, just watching us. I can't say I'm creeped out by him, because he's like the rest of the pedestrians out on the road. At this point, I could care less. If he's not hurting us, what's the deal for now? Something's off about him, but I'm having much concern for our lovely company: The corpse of Oliver Silversmith. If I was in the walking-by crowd, I would be staring too. No doubt about it. I'm a sensible person.

"...Anyways, can we just go? I'm too anxious about anyone coming by and ratting us out." I stress much concern in my tone. Reveal more later... This will be much, much interesting.

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(If we're still up on this thread, we can start moving and get there? xD I don't know.)