Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 20:10:49 GMT -5
Location: Lyon, France
Time: December 6, 6:30 pm
Fête des lumières, the streets are illuminated with a multitude of colors, while the atmosphere is filled with the sounds of excitement. Lyonnais and foreigners alike have flooded the streets, turning a usually silent night lively. From the Basillica of Fourviere to the Place des Terreaux, everyone had a place to be even if it wasn't on the streets celebrating with the masses. The light touch of winter was all throughout the town. With tonight only being the first day of the three day long event, it was the perfect time to start with the first experiment.
"Experiment one, homicide. Chance of success is around...lets say, five percent?"
A small voice chimed through the silent house. Sneaker clad feet pressed against the polished wooden floors as form moved from bedroom to living room to dining room. The sounds of metal jingling against each other was the next sound to be heard as keys were grabbed off the table, followed by backpack off the chair. Slung over right shoulder, helmet was grabbed off the floor before reaching the door. Outside, red and black motorcycle was mounted before the helmet of the same colors was slide overhead. Key brought the engine roaring to life. With a sigh, visor was pulled down and the handles were grasped giving the engine a rev up. Within seconds, the vehicle pulled away heading toward the inner city.
Finding a place to park on the night of the city's biggest festival was a nightmare. If this experiment didn't go the way she intended it to, the whole trip was going to be nothing short of a bust. She wasn't expecting much to begin with, so maybe her mentality was on the right track. It was starting to seem pointless. If the brunette looked at it from that perspective, the more it seemed like she was getting nervous. There was no reason to be nervous, this wasn't the first time she had taken something precious away from someone. The only difference between now and before was simple, these people are strangers. If anything, their lives held even less value to her because of said truth.
In the Celestial Parade, everyone had a purpose, a place, simply by being there. From planets to the sun, stars to comets, everyone moved in unison as they headed down the street. Or so it seemed. Pulling the hood of the gun metal hoodie up, the female begin to move through the crowd. Like herself, someone was going to be alone. If someone was alone, they were easier to manipulate, and those that could be manipulated could be indulged. It was all just a matter of finding the right person, luring them into a safe zone, and it all started with a smile and a calm demeanor. "The parade is really out done for something so simple this year, yes?"
For about thirty minutes Lucretia spoke with the lone girl beside her, the unsuspecting victim. Within the short period of time, she couldn't really find herself developing any sort of feelings toward this stranger, but that wasn't the purpose of tonight. The purpose was to kill without attachment, and from the conversation between the two, she couldn't find herself enjoying the company of the other female. For one, she talked too much about herself, and far too fast. Another point to note was her girly demeanor. There was also the fact she had dyed her hair blond, and for what she herself considered a rather vain reason. The fact that the conversation was tolerable for thirty minutes was a surprise to herself, but a murder was not something that could committed just anywhere, and the right opportunity was what was being sought out.
It was another forty-five minutes later when her patience paid off. After the parade, the fireworks were to be launched. As people moved about to find the best place to view the spectacle, Lucretia eagerly ran her right index finger along the hilt of her knife. Her companion had decided to hang back in the opening of an alley which gave a clear view of the the Rhône River where the fireworks would be fired over. Once they begin to fire, and the night sky begin to be illuminated by the bright lights, it was time to move.
While the other female was distracted with what was in the sky, she wasn't paying attention to what was beside her. The brunette slid leather gloves on, and without batting an eye lash moved behind the slightly taller female, slide the cold steal into the bass of her spine. Before a sound of anguish could be released, the left hand grip the neck, squeezed the throat to keep anything to loud from drawing attention. With the fireworks going off, sounds were already being muffled out. Once the knife was removed from warm flesh and coated red, head was slammed into the brick wall to the right before knife was driven into the throat. In a low voice, the finals words the victim heard were uttered. "You talk too much."
Cutting a piece of the shirt off that the blond wore, it was used to clean the knife of life's elixir. Making her way through the alley to the other side, the moments of the kill played over and over again within her mind. There was only aggravation and disappointed. "Nothing..."
Time: December 6, 6:30 pm
Fête des lumières, the streets are illuminated with a multitude of colors, while the atmosphere is filled with the sounds of excitement. Lyonnais and foreigners alike have flooded the streets, turning a usually silent night lively. From the Basillica of Fourviere to the Place des Terreaux, everyone had a place to be even if it wasn't on the streets celebrating with the masses. The light touch of winter was all throughout the town. With tonight only being the first day of the three day long event, it was the perfect time to start with the first experiment.
"Experiment one, homicide. Chance of success is around...lets say, five percent?"
A small voice chimed through the silent house. Sneaker clad feet pressed against the polished wooden floors as form moved from bedroom to living room to dining room. The sounds of metal jingling against each other was the next sound to be heard as keys were grabbed off the table, followed by backpack off the chair. Slung over right shoulder, helmet was grabbed off the floor before reaching the door. Outside, red and black motorcycle was mounted before the helmet of the same colors was slide overhead. Key brought the engine roaring to life. With a sigh, visor was pulled down and the handles were grasped giving the engine a rev up. Within seconds, the vehicle pulled away heading toward the inner city.
Finding a place to park on the night of the city's biggest festival was a nightmare. If this experiment didn't go the way she intended it to, the whole trip was going to be nothing short of a bust. She wasn't expecting much to begin with, so maybe her mentality was on the right track. It was starting to seem pointless. If the brunette looked at it from that perspective, the more it seemed like she was getting nervous. There was no reason to be nervous, this wasn't the first time she had taken something precious away from someone. The only difference between now and before was simple, these people are strangers. If anything, their lives held even less value to her because of said truth.
In the Celestial Parade, everyone had a purpose, a place, simply by being there. From planets to the sun, stars to comets, everyone moved in unison as they headed down the street. Or so it seemed. Pulling the hood of the gun metal hoodie up, the female begin to move through the crowd. Like herself, someone was going to be alone. If someone was alone, they were easier to manipulate, and those that could be manipulated could be indulged. It was all just a matter of finding the right person, luring them into a safe zone, and it all started with a smile and a calm demeanor. "The parade is really out done for something so simple this year, yes?"
For about thirty minutes Lucretia spoke with the lone girl beside her, the unsuspecting victim. Within the short period of time, she couldn't really find herself developing any sort of feelings toward this stranger, but that wasn't the purpose of tonight. The purpose was to kill without attachment, and from the conversation between the two, she couldn't find herself enjoying the company of the other female. For one, she talked too much about herself, and far too fast. Another point to note was her girly demeanor. There was also the fact she had dyed her hair blond, and for what she herself considered a rather vain reason. The fact that the conversation was tolerable for thirty minutes was a surprise to herself, but a murder was not something that could committed just anywhere, and the right opportunity was what was being sought out.
It was another forty-five minutes later when her patience paid off. After the parade, the fireworks were to be launched. As people moved about to find the best place to view the spectacle, Lucretia eagerly ran her right index finger along the hilt of her knife. Her companion had decided to hang back in the opening of an alley which gave a clear view of the the Rhône River where the fireworks would be fired over. Once they begin to fire, and the night sky begin to be illuminated by the bright lights, it was time to move.
While the other female was distracted with what was in the sky, she wasn't paying attention to what was beside her. The brunette slid leather gloves on, and without batting an eye lash moved behind the slightly taller female, slide the cold steal into the bass of her spine. Before a sound of anguish could be released, the left hand grip the neck, squeezed the throat to keep anything to loud from drawing attention. With the fireworks going off, sounds were already being muffled out. Once the knife was removed from warm flesh and coated red, head was slammed into the brick wall to the right before knife was driven into the throat. In a low voice, the finals words the victim heard were uttered. "You talk too much."
Cutting a piece of the shirt off that the blond wore, it was used to clean the knife of life's elixir. Making her way through the alley to the other side, the moments of the kill played over and over again within her mind. There was only aggravation and disappointed. "Nothing..."