01-29-2014, 03:39 PM
This one was a twitchy little thing. He had a right to be, of course. The world did not take too well to suspicious bodies lying around. Or, more accurately, to someone in the company of said suspicious bodies.
Dane dipped his head, smile still plastered to his face: a smile that glowed through to the corners of his eyes and crimped them with anticipation.
"Why, my good fellow, my name is Dane, and I am something of a tourist in these parts. Did you know you stand but mere steps from a scene strikingly similar to the one laid out before us from a story written by the same man in whose name graces the park in which we now stand? No, I suppose you did not know that."
Dane chuckled and tucked his hands away, yet he was careful to keep them in plain sight. Suspicious people tended to think ill of those with hidden hands. The stranger could rest easy as Dane bore no weapon on his person; not that he needed to anyway.
He circled about, feet crunching on the snow, but kept the same radius as he currently maintained. In the darkness he licked his lips, barely containing his desire to go forth and arrange the corpses. They were so callously dumped as it were.
"Perhaps I should ask the same of you, good sir."
His accent contorted into accusation, but the twist to his lips suggested amusement rather than malice. "But I will not ask. I will advise against digging, if it was your intention. This earth is rock-solid."
He stomped one foot in demonstration.
He continued the circle, but turned his attention slightly off the mark for now as though he were only casually interested in the details. His heartbeat surged, however. "They will know the bodies were moved,"
he offered, then with brows raised in epiphany, added another little testament. "And I am sure your DNA has sloughed all over them, so they will find you in the blink of an eye."
He waggled his fingers, then, modeling the leather gloves that kept his hands anonymous. He shrugged and rubbed his smoothly-shaved chin.
He jerked his head around, locking eye to eye on the stranger. "Not that I've ever given this any thought before,"
and sneered sarcastically. "I am now in an unusual position that I don't believe I've ever found myself before."
What to do about it?
Dane dipped his head, smile still plastered to his face: a smile that glowed through to the corners of his eyes and crimped them with anticipation.
"Why, my good fellow, my name is Dane, and I am something of a tourist in these parts. Did you know you stand but mere steps from a scene strikingly similar to the one laid out before us from a story written by the same man in whose name graces the park in which we now stand? No, I suppose you did not know that."
Dane chuckled and tucked his hands away, yet he was careful to keep them in plain sight. Suspicious people tended to think ill of those with hidden hands. The stranger could rest easy as Dane bore no weapon on his person; not that he needed to anyway.
He circled about, feet crunching on the snow, but kept the same radius as he currently maintained. In the darkness he licked his lips, barely containing his desire to go forth and arrange the corpses. They were so callously dumped as it were.
"Perhaps I should ask the same of you, good sir."
His accent contorted into accusation, but the twist to his lips suggested amusement rather than malice. "But I will not ask. I will advise against digging, if it was your intention. This earth is rock-solid."
He stomped one foot in demonstration.
He continued the circle, but turned his attention slightly off the mark for now as though he were only casually interested in the details. His heartbeat surged, however. "They will know the bodies were moved,"
he offered, then with brows raised in epiphany, added another little testament. "And I am sure your DNA has sloughed all over them, so they will find you in the blink of an eye."
He waggled his fingers, then, modeling the leather gloves that kept his hands anonymous. He shrugged and rubbed his smoothly-shaved chin.
He jerked his head around, locking eye to eye on the stranger. "Not that I've ever given this any thought before,"
and sneered sarcastically. "I am now in an unusual position that I don't believe I've ever found myself before."
What to do about it?