Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

The night air felt warm and unpleasant, suffocating with the heavy layers of vinyl and leather that covered him the wind was thick with the smell of garbage, and there was a surrounding dampness that told him the weather would be foul - a glance to the sky confirmed it, there were clouds rolling overhead, dark and grey, obscuring the stars. Shilo would be dissappointed she liked looking at the stars from her window, but at least the moon was still visible behind the thick pollution - he hoped she would remember to wear her mask when she went out on her balcony. Maybe he should call her, just remind her. No, please! Don't hurt me! I'm only a week behind! I have the money! Alan Hearth. GeneCo property stomach and esophagus. The Repo Man tossed an irritated glance at the patient beneath his foot and took a moment to give him a solid kick in the spine - Hearth responded with a groan of pain, and he didn't even have a chance to struggle before his ankle was grabbed and he was dragged along the street by one leg. A series of yowls escaped him as they passed over a layer of broken glass, some of which went through the material of Hearth's clothes and embedded themselves into his back and thighs shrieks of pain echoed through the shadows, but there was no cavalry to come rescue Hearth, no good samaritan who would muster the courage to throw themselves into the fray this time. Hearth was dragged towards the back alley of an old abandoned building, and the Repo Man released his patient so he could kick the door open, and in the brief moment he turned away, Hearth turned himself over and tried desperately to scramble onto his feet, slipping in puddles of his own blood during his attempts. The Repo Man's shoulders slumped, and he looked to the sky as though trying to gather patience from it, letting out a sigh before begrudgingly walking after Hearth, grabbing a piece of rotting timbre on his way. He followed Hearth's crawling attempts for a few feet before it got too irritating, and then cracked him soundly over the back of the neck with the wood, once again grabbing his ankle and yanking him back towards the door, yanking him up the ramp and into the building. The inside of the place was dusty and covered in cobwebs, the floor was tiled and caked with residue that indicated it had been a kitchen he released Hearth in mid-stride, and the thick grease caused the man to slide a few inches before coming to a rest. No, god, please, Hearth said, semi-conscious as the Repo Man circled him, and there was a knife in his hand now, reflecting Hearth's face back to him, Have mercy! Shh-shh, Repo Man replied, bringing a finger up to his mask to signify that Hearth should be very quiet, and then he dropped into a crouch, and leaned in towards him, almost conspiratorially, and then he said I want you to shut up. Hearth stared at him with wide, round eyes, and the Repo Man stared back at him through his visor, and there was a long silence between them, as Hearth slowly realized he was seeing nothing but a horrible, endless darkness in the man's eyes, and then he began to scream again with renewed terror just before the debt doctor got to work. This is tricky, Repo Man said conversationally, while Hearth bubbled out blood from the spot where his tongue had been and he rested his chin on a blood-spattered hand, slowly tapping his knife against the side of his mask while he sat on top of his patient's chest, Because I can't slit your throat or i'll ruin the esophagus, can't really stab you either, or the stomach might get damaged. Guess I'll just have to cut around. He did he made a y-incision and yanked the two bits of flesh apart, and he gripped the man's ribcage on either side, bracing himself against it and cracking it open to get to the chest cavity and cutting his way around to pull out the esophagus and clip out the stomach. Covered in blood and bile, he lifted the organs up to put into a storage bag, and the esophagus made a sucking, belching sound from the remaining liquid and pressure in it that caused the Repo Man to giggle. And then he rose, immediately lifting his watch to his face, dialing home, Shi? Dad? How are you feeling, precious? I'm fine dad, how's your patient? Bad news, I'm afraid he's falling apart over it. Nathan said, and nudged away a bit of Hearth's intestine with the toe of his boot, Make sure you wear your mask if you go on the balcony Shi, I have to make another stop before I come home - but it won't take long, it's just a follow-up - I love you baby. When he stepped outside, it was raining, and he stood under the downpour for a long moment to let it wash the gore away from him.