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 Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 10:49 am
Samuel let out an annoyed huff as he slid through the door to his dorm at Harvard. Today had been a particularly annoying day. He needed to let go, to relax a little...
He made his way through the are expertly, no one noticing him as he slid away from the campus and headed down the street. He still had some leftovers in his refrigerator at the warehouse. A nice meal would do him some good at the moment. That is, IF they were still any good.
He made his way to the warehouse quickly and ducked inside. It was nice to hear the slow hum of the lights above him as he walked in. He grinned to himself as he crossed the dusty, unused floor of the first level. Once he made his way down the stairs to the basement, he crossed the still sticky floor and opened the fridge, turning on the stove top absentmindedly before looking through his remains. He had some liver and some buttered fingers left. He figured that he could do something with that. He personally enjoyed bone marrow, and the butter complimented it lovely. He pulled the containers out and slid the liver into the pan, digging out some spices from his little paper basket and flavoring it nicely. Once it was hot he tossed in the fingers just so that he could get them warmed up and melt the butter nicely along with the liver. Once all was done he sat down at his little poker table and started eating slowly, a smirk on his face. He was out of leftovers. He would have to fetch some more fresh meat soon. He couldn't wait.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 11:26 am
Another day done with. Another reason to go back home. Seven and a half months ago, he'd moved in from the States, suffering through the most obnoxious flight that he'd spent clutching at the armrests of his seat and trembling. Planes were something to fear. Ironically, blood was something he could have bathed in, had he felt a bit more... Unhygienic. Unfortunately, Kristofer wasn't one to practice the lifestyle of Countess Bathory. Home, for the time being, meant a rental apartment but that was not the home he intended to visit, at first. There was another home he'd been setting up in the outskirts of the town, safely away where no one could catch shrill screams. There were long minutes spent seated in the seat of his car, straight-backed, staring ahead of him and then, suddenly, he grinned. Teeth filed as sharp as the ones of a shark were revealed when he started the car. There was still food in his fridge, and he was expecting company, how could he have forgotten? Silly him. The walls of his apartment were decorated by small paintings, ones painted by Kristofer himself, another guilty pleasure of his but it wasn't like anyone knew of the other cruel habits of carving into delicious human flesh. Studying the reflexes, often dulling the pain of his victims on purpose, the other times choosing to taunt them, offer them food. After all, what starved man or woman could refuse a fine home-cooked meal, especially if they didn't quite know that it was all very much human. Not that they were meant to, he wasn't particularly fond of cleaning up vomit after the ungrateful snacks who didn't appreciate fine quality meat. As far as victims went, though, there was always time to sit around in a park and watch, pick the finest free-range steak and follow it, learn it's habits before stealing it away for himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 11:37 am
Rusty Zipper Another day done with. Another reason to go back home. Seven and a half months ago, he'd moved in from the States, suffering through the most obnoxious flight that he'd spent clutching at the armrests of his seat and trembling. Planes were something to fear. Ironically, blood was something he could have bathed in, had he felt a bit more... Unhygienic. Unfortunately, Kristofer wasn't one to practice the lifestyle of Countess Bathory. Home, for the time being, meant a rental apartment but that was not the home he intended to visit, at first. There was another home he'd been setting up in the outskirts of the town, safely away where no one could catch shrill screams. There were long minutes spent seated in the seat of his car, straight-backed, staring ahead of him and then, suddenly, he grinned. Teeth filed as sharp as the ones of a shark were revealed when he started the car. There was still food in his fridge, and he was expecting company, how could he have forgotten? Silly him. The walls of his apartment were decorated by small paintings, ones painted by Kristofer himself, another guilty pleasure of his but it wasn't like anyone knew of the other cruel habits of carving into delicious human flesh. Studying the reflexes, often dulling the pain of his victims on purpose, the other times choosing to taunt them, offer them food. After all, what starved man or woman could refuse a fine home-cooked meal, especially if they didn't quite know that it was all very much human. Not that they were meant to, he wasn't particularly fond of cleaning up vomit after the ungrateful snacks who didn't appreciate fine quality meat. As far as victims went, though, there was always time to sit around in a park and watch, pick the finest free-range steak and follow it, learn it's habits before stealing it away for himself. Samuel sat there, taking his time with his meal. It was rather quiet in his wonderful paradise. Something he didn't much like for the moment. He stood, walking across the rather large room and picking up a small remote. He hit a button and soft piano and violin music came spewing from the corners of the room from speakers set up in such a way that the wonderful music just surrounded you. He found it relaxing. He went back to his meal and kept eating it slowly, savoring every bite, every flavor, every texture as it slid across his tongue. It was a bit salty for his tastes tonight, but he could handle it. After all, unless he wanted to go hunting tonight, he would have to do with what he had available for the moment. He spent his time there, enjoying his meal and following it with a good glass of fine wine, reading some poetry from one of his old prized novels. He was quite fond of Edgar Allen Poe. The man seemed to share a mind with Samuel, with his love for dark stories that would curdle any man's stomach. He wondered how dear old Edgar would react if he knew that Samuel actually got to play out his darkest writings. Oh how delightful that conversation would have been to have. He then decided to pull out some of his homework and start on it as he relaxed with a good bottle of wine and wonderful music. He couldn't imagine living a finer life. He had all his wonders of the world right here in his own lair, just at his fingertips.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 2:03 pm
There was no relaxation scheduled for Kristofer just yet. He was impatient when he scurried around in his kitchen, preparing schnitzels as he'd long decided on that being one of the finest dishes in which he could possibly present the meat in. The more finer bits like liver, sometimes the kidneys and the firm meat from less fleshy bits as well as certain tidbits of brain were a valued delicacy that was not meant to be kept in the fridge, out in the open nor fed to his guests. No. They got the fattier bits, those that Kristofer didn't always fancy. In fact, he made a habit of choosing his victims with as little excess fat on their bodies as possible. However, it wasn't like his strict diet always did good to him. The man was skinny and appeared sicklier than he felt. His eyes were circled with dark bags that often made him appear like a drug addict and it didn't really help that the man had other issues of his own. Such as an eye, slowly failing him whilst the other maintained the perfect vision. It wasn't long until his guests arrived and it wasn't long until he was seated at the table, enjoying an idle conversation and shrugging off questions about what kind of interesting meat he'd used. It surely wasn't veal, it didn't quite have the color of it. Nor could it be rabbit or anything else extravagant. Kristofer chose to shrug it off, as always, by saying that he'd found a lost lamb to nibble on and it was delicious. Given the grin sending more or less every word, the man was as harmless as possible. Aside for appearing a little out of the ordinary.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 11:17 am
Rusty Zipper There was no relaxation scheduled for Kristofer just yet. He was impatient when he scurried around in his kitchen, preparing schnitzels as he'd long decided on that being one of the finest dishes in which he could possibly present the meat in. The more finer bits like liver, sometimes the kidneys and the firm meat from less fleshy bits as well as certain tidbits of brain were a valued delicacy that was not meant to be kept in the fridge, out in the open nor fed to his guests. No. They got the fattier bits, those that Kristofer didn't always fancy. In fact, he made a habit of choosing his victims with as little excess fat on their bodies as possible. However, it wasn't like his strict diet always did good to him. The man was skinny and appeared sicklier than he felt. His eyes were circled with dark bags that often made him appear like a drug addict and it didn't really help that the man had other issues of his own. Such as an eye, slowly failing him whilst the other maintained the perfect vision. It wasn't long until his guests arrived and it wasn't long until he was seated at the table, enjoying an idle conversation and shrugging off questions about what kind of interesting meat he'd used. It surely wasn't veal, it didn't quite have the color of it. Nor could it be rabbit or anything else extravagant. Kristofer chose to shrug it off, as always, by saying that he'd found a lost lamb to nibble on and it was delicious. Given the grin sending more or less every word, the man was as harmless as possible. Aside for appearing a little out of the ordinary. Samuel sighed, finally around one he decided to pack up his bag and head home for the night. He turned off the music, dimmed the lights and headed out. He was halfway down the street when he heard someone yell, "Hey!" Samuel froze for a brief second before turning around with a charming smile. "Can I help you?" The man whom approached him was wearing dirty jeans, an open plaid work shirt covered in grease smears and work boots. An equipment belt hung low on his hips. He was positively....delicious looking. He had a swag in his step as he approached Samuel. "You can't be down here kid." Samuel smiled as he grew even closer. There, that's it. Just a few steps closer. "Why I'm terribly sorry, but I appear to be lost," he said, putting on a thick french accent." The man shook his head, "You don't seem to be from around here kid." Samuel shook his head, "No, i am transfer student from Paris. I don't know my way around yet and I'm trying to get back to my school dorm. I decided to take a walk around town to see the sights, and became lost." He reached in his pocke, his fingers slowly opening the bottle of chloroform he kept with him, pouring some on an old strip of cloth. "I have a map, if you could just show me where I need to be going." The man nodded, stepping close now. Samuel could smell the sweat and salt on this man from his working. He smelled yummy. The man was only half a foot from him now, bending down to see the map in the dim light. Too bad for him that Samuel didn't have a map. Before the man could react Samuel pulled the cloth out at the same time as grabbing the man around the throat in a choke hold. He was much stronger than he appeared. He held the cloth to the man's nose and mouth, muffling his cries and starting the effects. The man struggled, trying to pull away Samuel's vice grip, but to no use. The man sagged within seconds. Samuel grinned, bracing him with his body as he stuffed the rag back into his pocket. He made sure no one was looking before he dragged the limp man back to the warehouse. He drug him down the stairs, carefully though, bruised meat wasn't all that tasty, it was like bruising a banana. He took him down to a room that he had sound proofed with egg crates and had chains and shackles welded to the floor. He cuffed the man down and went back into the main room, grabbing a can of ravioli from the cabinet and opening it. He sat it on the floor next to the unconscious man and left, locking the room behind him. He grinned as he grabbed his bag from a tucked away spot and headed back out, making sure no one was around as he went home. Looks like shopping was taken care of as well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 11:17 am
Passing hours made for a remotely pleasant pass-time, ending with exchanged polite conversation and a promise to repeat the evening sometime. Sure. Maybe if one or the other got a little more meat on their bones, they'd make for the main dish. Perhaps someday. Until then, Kristofer felt no guilt nor remorse for considering on eating a 'friend'. It wasn't like he truly considered them being his friends, either. Later on that evening, in the midst of washing dishes and snacking on leftovers, Kristofer allowed himself the time to ponder on how big were the possibilities of setting himself up a different little hideout for his 'hobbies' closer to the city. During the passing seven months he'd so rarely taken actual time to think of it but as he'd learned the hard way, it was not smart to 'hunt' too close to home. Bars were easy but they weren't usually good enough. People from the street were hard but sometimes better. But all in all, it was tough to calculate and make sure they were out, for the duration of the ride back to where he'd leave them. Awaiting for their impending doom, sometimes with limbs precisely amputated from them before he eventually let them die and discarded the remains. Such thoughts continued even as Kristofer settled himself lounging in front of a television, a sketching pad in his arms, absently doodling. Sometime soon, he would need to take a tour through the abandoned buildings in the area. Test them, study them, and perhaps occupy them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 7:50 am
Rusty Zipper Passing hours made for a remotely pleasant pass-time, ending with exchanged polite conversation and a promise to repeat the evening sometime. Sure. Maybe if one or the other got a little more meat on their bones, they'd make for the main dish. Perhaps someday. Until then, Kristofer felt no guilt nor remorse for considering on eating a 'friend'. It wasn't like he truly considered them being his friends, either. Later on that evening, in the midst of washing dishes and snacking on leftovers, Kristofer allowed himself the time to ponder on how big were the possibilities of setting himself up a different little hideout for his 'hobbies' closer to the city. During the passing seven months he'd so rarely taken actual time to think of it but as he'd learned the hard way, it was not smart to 'hunt' too close to home. Bars were easy but they weren't usually good enough. People from the street were hard but sometimes better. But all in all, it was tough to calculate and make sure they were out, for the duration of the ride back to where he'd leave them. Awaiting for their impending doom, sometimes with limbs precisely amputated from them before he eventually let them die and discarded the remains. Such thoughts continued even as Kristofer settled himself lounging in front of a television, a sketching pad in his arms, absently doodling. Sometime soon, he would need to take a tour through the abandoned buildings in the area. Test them, study them, and perhaps occupy them. The next day dragged on painfully slow for Samuel. He just wanted to hurry up, get done with his classes, and go to his home away from home around 11 that night. That's all he wanted. He finally made it through the day and slipped out of his dorm again, hurrying down the streets, taking an abnormal path this time around. Once he got there he made sure no one was around before slipping in the side door and heading down straight to the basement where he kept his new little toy. As he unlocked the door and entered he heard a scream abruptly come to an end. He smirked as he closed the door behind him before turning to the man chained to the floor. He was filthy, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his skin glistening with it from where he was trying to pull the shackles off. He could smell the blood in the air from where he had rubbed his wrists raw trying to get it off. Samuel scowled at his wrists, "Now now, having you cut yourself won't do at all, not a bit." The man stood quickly, straining the chains as he jerked the to their full length, trying to come at Samuel. "Let me go you ******** freak!" Samuels' eyes flashed playfully with a dark light. "Oh? Do I need to bring the chloroform back in here?" The man glared at him, but kept his mouth shut this time. Samuel grinned, "There, now that's a good boy." He sighed, "too bad I still have tricks up my sleeve." He grinned deviously before exiting the room, leaving the man to scream after him. He shut the door behind him firmly and went to a control panel on the wall. Back in the day this place made Christmas trees, the kind with snow on them. It was no trouble at all to replace the fake snow in those tubes with chloroform gas. He hit a button and could hear the sprayers in the room with the man going off, but of course the man's screams couldn't be heard. It would only take a few moments. Might as well fetch a glass of wine while he waited.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 12:31 pm
Without a need to dress sharply on the next day, the morning found Kristofer strolling around looking sloppier then on average. He'd dressed for the occasion, having taken some time to map out the locations he was supposed to visit. The first few locations were crossed out immediately due to being too near to living areas and areas visited more often than required. Naturally, occupying a freshly built house awaiting to be sold and moved in could have been an option as well but those were mistakes begging to be made. Kristofer was more fond of precise work that left no tracks to follow. As exciting as it may have been to be caged up with snacks, it didn't mean it would be good for him. The fourth and the last target for the day was the old factory district into which he slipped effortlessly. Head down, eyes darting around and taking in what he could. There, that was a lot more like it. Secluded, quiet and filled with possibilities. Not to even mention the pleasant surprise when Kristofer discovered upon closer inspection that it was quite possible to get inside those buildings. The place was thick with dust, he discovered, fortunate to lack the allergies for that matter but there were still footprints that strolled through the dust on the floor. How very unfortunate for him... Or was it? Could have been drug addicts who roamed through the place. On second thought, how very unfortunate for them. If they were no good for food, they'd end up dead in any case. Couldn't have anyone unexpected stumble in where they weren't needed, could he now? Cassie_Riots My apologies for stalling. The week has been hectic, still is for that matter.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:11 am
Rusty Zipper Without a need to dress sharply on the next day, the morning found Kristofer strolling around looking sloppier then on average. He'd dressed for the occasion, having taken some time to map out the locations he was supposed to visit. The first few locations were crossed out immediately due to being too near to living areas and areas visited more often than required. Naturally, occupying a freshly built house awaiting to be sold and moved in could have been an option as well but those were mistakes begging to be made. Kristofer was more fond of precise work that left no tracks to follow. As exciting as it may have been to be caged up with snacks, it didn't mean it would be good for him. The fourth and the last target for the day was the old factory district into which he slipped effortlessly. Head down, eyes darting around and taking in what he could. There, that was a lot more like it. Secluded, quiet and filled with possibilities. Not to even mention the pleasant surprise when Kristofer discovered upon closer inspection that it was quite possible to get inside those buildings. The place was thick with dust, he discovered, fortunate to lack the allergies for that matter but there were still footprints that strolled through the dust on the floor. How very unfortunate for him... Or was it? Could have been drug addicts who roamed through the place. On second thought, how very unfortunate for them. If they were no good for food, they'd end up dead in any case. Couldn't have anyone unexpected stumble in where they weren't needed, could he now? Cassie_Riots My apologies for stalling. The week has been hectic, still is for that matter. ((It's fine deary. Don't worry about it. I completely understand. smile )) The next day Samuel was out of classes since it was a lovely Saturday. he awoke early, doing his yoga and tidying himself up nicely. He was going to slip away to the factory when some girl intercepted him. He held back an annoyed noise and smiled, asking her what she wanted. Just a stroll through the park? Eh, he could do it quickly, kill time and get to the warehouse easily. With plently of time to play with his new toy as well. He hurried through the stroll, though she kept stopping to look at a squirrel or a tree or some ducks or blah, blah, blah. She was turning to be more annoying than he had expected her to be. He was regretting that he had agreed to this when they finally left the park. He excused himself on causes of business and headed his way to the factory. He slipped in with no problems and no one noticing when he stopped short upon entrance. he scowled at the boy standing in the middle of the room. "Pardon me, but you shouldn't be in here."
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 5:56 pm
Kristofer hadn't exactly been busy enough with assessing the open space to miss the sound of movement from behind him and he spun around, arching a brow at the man who... Certainly didn't appear to be anyone who was assigned to care for the building. For all he knew, there was no one. "Neither should you," Kristofer responded, his tone cool and calculative. "In fact, I believe you appear to be a person who shouldn't have any business in shady little places like this one," Kristofer gestured around himself loosely before shoving his hands down his pockets and measuring the gaze of his blue eyes over the male once more. He appeared young, probably younger than he was actually, and he seemed to be very out of place there. Kristofer glanced over to the footprints in dust, most clearly moving away from there, quite possibly to stairs. Was it he who moved around in there? How peculiar, he didn't appear to be any runaway, nor an addict for the matter. Rather than worrying about it, Kristofer grinned, flashing his sharp-toothed smile. "Dare I say you're intruding," he hummed, stepping forward slowly. "Why is that?" Cassie_Riots Thank you for understanding. :]
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