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| Malkavia | Jun 25 2009, 09:51 PM Post #61 |
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Meister des Grauens
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OOC: I am waiting. Friday, whenever you make that post for the thread, be aware that I'll edit in dialog from Rupert Thorne. 'Kay? Still waiting. <_< Edited by Malkavia, Jun 26 2009, 02:09 PM.
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| Vincent Valentine | Jun 26 2009, 03:34 PM Post #62 |
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Upon hearing everything that was unfolding infront of me, it brought back the memories of when I myself was first diagnosed with Dissociative Personality Disorder. It was the reason I always used the coin to decide my actions. As the memories kept entering into my head, I recalled those of seeing my therapist. I should go see her again... "He doesn't have to, but on the contrary he just did," I said. "Quite frankly I don't care if it was his... alternate personality, this 'Mr. Scarface.' The fact of the matter is that he did it. Not the doll," I continued. "And, on the other hand, the report and diagnosis of this therapist, whatever it is, shouldn't work. I don't know why you bothered going through the trouble of getting these," I continued. I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the table, watching the attorney. "The horrific things that Scarface, Wesker, whoever the hell your patient is, can not simply be brushed off. It'd be very unfair because then anyone in the world could get away with doing a crime and claim it was, 'from insanity. My physician said so.' Which would make this world a very unjust place. Or, rather, mor injust than it already is." -----Gordon----- "Yeah," muttered Gordon, running his fingers through his snow white hair. He took the coffee gratefully and smiled at his daughter. "You really do have me memorized, don't you?" he asked, taking a drink of the coffee. Perfection. He examined his daughter as she sat on the side of the bed. "You need to stop getting older," he said blandly, chuckling a bit. "You're making me feel old... even though I'm pretty sure I already am," he continued. "Seems like just the other day we were brining you home from the hospital. And now look at you." |
Too much hope is the opposite of despair. An overpowering love may consume you in the end.. More nightmares will come to me now. More than I previously had. | |
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| Malkavia | Jun 26 2009, 04:02 PM Post #63 |
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"Right. You keep on believing that, Dent. But the legal system doesn't see things in perfect black or white like you seem to. The man was forced to do what his 'other' told him to do. That, combined with the fact that he is legally declared as criminally insane should be enough to sway the jury." Wesker stood up and said, "I think Mr. Scarface should be present to discuss this.. He's the one that should be on trial - not me!" ---Gordon residence--- "Oh no! Don't get all mushy on me with the classic, 'The day your mother and I saw you was the happiest day of our lives,' story," she said, giggling. "But thanks... And you're only as old as you feel, daddy," she added, running her hand through his white hair. "Not because you get some wrinkles or snow white hair." Edited by Malkavia, Jun 26 2009, 04:02 PM.
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| 0SilverHawk0 | Jun 26 2009, 06:28 PM Post #64 |
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\\\Zsasz/// This hotel sure doesn't put alot of money into it's locks... Quickly, Zsasz closed the door behind him, making sure to relock it, so he wouldn't be bothered. It just wouldn't do for someone to discover his work, after all. And since he could take such a long time, he'd need his privacy. Pay, respect, power, most other hitmen vied for those things, but Zsasz was in it for the thrill of blood running in beautiful rivulets down his knife, as he say, cuts someones eyes out, or opened their stomach. Shaking his head, and dispelling the nostalgic thoughts of his previous kills, the man silently made his way into the large apartment, immediately spotting his mark, Rupert Thorne. Zsasz curled his lip into a snarl at the mans fat. Rupert, with his three chins was watching the television, a rather violent slasher flick, not that Zsasz would recognize it. He didn't like substitutes. Judging by the volume, and the mans incessant eating, this would be easy. It took him only a second to slide his knife up to the mans throat, nicking him ever so sweetly on the bulge in his throat. Zsasz didn't need to tell this man to freeze, since he had apparently frozen of fright already, his hand halfway to the near-empty bowl of popcorn. He stopped though, and put his hands calmly down into his lap, surprisingly, not shaking. "Who are you?" The tone surprised him a little, this man had a little spine, at least. Without a breath, Zsasz moved his mouth close to the mans ear, then letting his breath out, speaking slowly and menacingly "I'll be the one speaking, and you'll be the one listening. Until the screams of course..." Zsasz smiled, though the man couldn't see it. Damn, no reaction. A little angrily, Zsasz smacked the large man over the head with his gun. Dazed, Thorne slumped forward. Perfect. A half-hour later, he finally came to, his arms and legs bound with rope, his arms tied to his torso so he couldn't strike out. As well, tape was over his mouth "Now, I'm going to tell you a story..." Zsasz raised his arms dramatically. "about a murderer and a little girl." The movie, still on, gave out the sick sound of blade against flesh, followed by a womans scream. He liked these sounds, and the affirmation of ego their timing led to. "She was sweet as a flower, with eyes of pure sapphire, and hair of the brightest gold. She was innocent, like every girl in every little story you know. Now, along came the murderer, and she was sooo innocent, she went along with him in his car." Zsasz, while giving his narrative, flipped and flourished his knife. "Oh, he had fun with her alright. First, he took that pretty face, and made it ugly." He got closer to Thorne, looking him in the eye. "Tears he made for her, because of her crying. Little cuts, to make her cry blood. Then the usual markings, one in a row, vertically across her face, crooked and jagged." Thorne wiggled a little, trying to get free. At last... "That's not all the murderer did, oh no, he also cut off her hands and feet." A sweat started to break out on the mans fat face. "And cut her...everywhere it would hurt. And then for the grand finale..." Zsasz put his knife up to Thornes head. "...he scalped her!" Finally Thorne wiggled furiously, trying to escape in some childish instinct. "Rachel died that day, seven years old, on the year 1997, at the hands of Victor Zsasz." Zsasz by now had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the laced scars across his body. He pointed with his knife to one vertically across the middle of his chest. "I marked myself that night, proof of her death on my body." Zsasz stepped closer again, bringing his knife to a position close to the eyes of Thorne. "Now...you wanna know why I'm telling you this?" He didn't wait for a response. "It's so that you'll know terror, because you're about to face a man who will never hold back anything. Now, it's time for us to play..." |
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| Malkavia | Jun 26 2009, 07:32 PM Post #65 |
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Rupert stopped squirming and looked Zsasz straight in the eyes. He figured himself for a dead man, but Rupert Thorne never goes down without a fight. He mumbled something that was incoherent, but clearly meant to be understood. He moved his head to signal for Zsasz to come up to him and listen to what he had to say, but quickly hopped forward — chair and all — and rammed his head as hard as he could into Zsasz's gut. It was a vain attempt, sure, but he couldn't go out without a fight of some sort. He tumbled backwards and broke the chair, sort of getting himself free, but his hands were still tied behind his back as well - he was merely free from the chair. Without the aid of his hands, he could only barely get on to his feet, but Zsasz was too quick for him. Little did either man know that within a mere five to ten minutes, a winged creature of the night would be busting in in broad daylight. |
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| Vincent Valentine | Jun 27 2009, 09:05 PM Post #66 |
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"If I didn't know any better," I said, continuing to watch Wesker's attorney, blowing off his comment about Scarface, "I'd say that you're the one who's criminally insane. I can't honestly see how or why you'd be willing to protect someone, D.I.D or not, who killed others. Killed, robbed... I can't see how you can stand to represent someone like him." -----Gordon----- Gordon couldn't help but laugh a bit at his daughter's statement. "Only as old as I feel, eh?" he asked. He took another drink of his coffee, enjoying how it tasted. "If that was true I'd still be as young as you! But I know there's certain things I can't do anymore because my body can't take it," he finished, stretching. "Well, let your old man get out of bed and he'll be downstairs to enjoy his wonderful lunch in a minute," he said, yawning. "And give him a minute to wake up!" |
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| Malkavia | Jun 28 2009, 01:33 PM Post #67 |
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