Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Most of the time, Nathan averaged a few repossessions a week, or at least, that was how it used to be - but lately, the GeneCo repo list had grown extensively, and Nathan had found himself being called in every night, hastily leaving the house late at night, throwing his usual excuse to Shilo. House call. Emergency. Patient in a desperate situation, no one else to do it. Life or death. And Shilo never questioned it, because she knew better. Of course, she had heard of the Repo Men before after all, she watched television and listened to the radio, so there were always the rumours, but GeneCo would never expressly admit to having Repo Men working for them, regardless of the law Rotti had ensured was passed regarding organ repossessions. Nathan, fearing that Shilo might somehow connect his work as a doctor to GeneCo, had managed to convince her that Repo Men were just stories made to scare people into paying their debts quickly. But lately, he felt as though his excuses were wearing thin the job had become more demanding, and he was sure that there was some sadism deep inside of Rotti Largo that was influencing him to call Nathan for so many repossessions when there were other Repo Men under his employ. Rotti seemed to enjoy assigning Nathan to the jobs, enjoyed the power it gave him - sometimes he even made a point of catching one of the patients himself and bringing Nathan to the cold sub-basement of GeneCo so he could watch him do it. Watch him kill. And though Rotti would never say so, Nathan knew it was because Rotti wanted to torment him and to keep him from spending time with his daughter he just didn't know why. So that night, instead of going home to Shilo, he found himself continuing on his way down the twisting back alleys it was a warm evening, so the GeneCo uniform was stifling, and he was hyper aware of his own body and the way the vinyl and leather was twisting around his skin. It was uncomfortable, he felt heavy and inhuman, and now that he was away from the body, he felt disgusted by the spine in his hand and disturbed by his own whistling. He thought about Shilo. She would need to take her medication soon he would be sure to call her. Another back alley, another side street, and soon the Repo Man was standing outside of a small, rundown home the place appeared as though it had once been pleasant and dreamy, but the world around it had become disgusting and grimy and had cast it in darkness. The white picket fence groaned open, and the Repo Man slipped through it, a whisper of shadow. He made a slow circle around the home, he established the doorways, the windows his target was inside, asleep on a beaten recliner in his living room, the television turned on. Edward Muth. GeneCo property for reposession brain stem. Standing on the dimly lit front porch, the Repo Man flexed his fingers, and the leather squeaked around his hand as he turned the handle, marvelling at how some people never locked their doors. The sitcom on the television was filled with bizarre, cartoonish sound effects as the Repo Man hurled Edward Muth onto the floor like a ragdoll, and his screams were punctuated by the recorded applause as he scalped him, peeling away bits of him until the struggling ceased and the blood had soaked into the carpet, creating a wide red ring with both of them at ground zero. He cracked the skull open like a clamshell, cut through the membrane above the brain, and wrenched it out of what was left of the head, clipping off the spinal attachments and yanking away the stamped GeneCo brain stem. He dropped the rest on the floor, while a cheerful theme song played in the background, and an overly enthusiastic character chirped a signature line to the sound of canned laughter Now that's entertainment!