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[A boy, looking about 12 years old, appears angrily on the plane holding a pistol. Such pretty white stripes in his black hair! And a black, prim outfit. He basically looks like a snooty man's snooty rich child.]

TWO DAMN IT. One- [stops as he realizes some things. First, he is only holding a single gun, which he immediately tosses to the side theatrically. Second, he's not wherever he was.] Liz... This place is a mess!

[The gun, in mid-air, transforms into an older teen/young adult. She has ~~delicious boobies~~ a cowboy hat and bright red "shirt" that covers all of her cleavage and breasts and none of her stomach. She surveys their surroundings sternly and disgustedly.] What happened here...

... We'll need a lot of towels, stain remover, air fresheners - Where's Patty? We could use her help with this.

[The woman cringes] We?! I'm not cleaning this up! Blood will stain my jeans!!

[OOC: Double intro post for Liz Thompson and Death the Kid. INBOX RAPE COMING AT YA |D If you only want to be bugged by one, say so in ooc or something.]

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...{Pouting frown} Well, that part wasn't my fault. But that's a long story anyways, but I promise it has nothing to do with me eating a huma--person's soul.

... Alright, you're clean. What started this?

I told you, it's a long story.

And I have a lot of free time.

{Crosses her arms} Fine.

Well, first of all, I'm a Chiropteran. Or, as most humans would call it, a vampire. I'm 173 years old, and spent the first 50 years of my life in a tower as a nameless experiment. my twin sister let me out, I killed the man that kept me there, then we both parted ways for the next 120 years or so. I'm living in suburban New York now, waiting to perform my opera.

But my home changed. It was just like that tower, and...{Frowns more} Joel was still alive. It was the same thing. He starved me in the tower then came and put something in me that made me lose control of...everything, I guess. I forgot how to speak, hear, or think other than I needed to kill anything nearby. I killed Joel again, but then I ended up here, and....I killed four people, and injured several others.

Happy?

Yes. Thank you, miss.

Diva. {She frowns, then decides to ask, since it's been bothering her} Is your hair dyed like that on purpose?

[Visibly shaking] N-n-n-no.

You're trembling. {Thoughtfully} That's natural? How strange. It's kind of cute though, I guess. ♥

It isn't cute! It's horrid! It destroys everything that I strive for!!

...What, really? How does your hair do that?

There's no balance in my hair! It ruins all the symmetry I've built up. What a disgusting thing.

Why not dye the other half?

My body counteracts poisons. Stupid body, won't even let me perfect it.

Oh, yours too? {Giggling} What about just paint?

Then I'll smell.

Then I guess you're stuck with unbalanced hair forever! {:D lol}

[He curls up into a ball on the ground.] treacherous curse, why do you plague me.

{Crouches beside him, smiling and giggling. Is she having fun with his anguish. You bet.} It's not that bad...I'm sure that you'll learn to live with it!

[That's cool. His other gun laughs hysterically every time he gets into these fits :|] every day it's a mockery of my perfection. every mirror and glass window stands there to laugh at me.