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| A Nightly Sojourn; tag Dominic | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 25 2007, 03:52 PM (433 Views) | |
| Jack | Feb 25 2007, 03:52 PM Post #1 |
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I am unerring;y a die-hard student. I crave knowledge, art, culture. It could be my blood, I suppose, but then, it has always been this way. And so i found myself there, crouched over a stainless steel deck, sketching in my usual sketch pad. A woman lay splayed out on the table before me. Even the anatomy lesson, how magnificent! It wasn't hard to get in, I -am- a doctor after all, and the bumbling idiots hired by this fair city are easy to roll, easy to trick. The woman's face was pale, sickly, she looked dead, not like the painted faces of loved ones you see at funerals, no, she was most certainly dead, and not by coincidence. Perhaps i might have splayed her open in the alleyway outside instead, but it was cold, and the morgue seems so much more civilised. I lifted my gaze up to the magnificence that lay before me. Bright crimsons, sickly yellows. Enrapture! I smiled a flash of fangs and paused my sketching to admire the handiwork. |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Feb 25 2007, 04:23 PM Post #2 |
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After they had finished the job moving the marijuana more business oportunities began opening up. Dominic was deffiniatly back to his old tricks, he had added 4 men to his crew, and they were running information and other goods throughout the city and up the coast. The man that had hired them turned out to be the leader of the Politiker clan, it turned out that like most politicians him and his cohorts were into some things that the public would be better off not knowing, which is where Dominic and his group came into play. Keeping the dirt under the rug, and out of there way. Tonight Dominic had decided to take a side job and not include the rest of his crew. It seemed like simple enough of a task, just break into the morgue and retrieve the body of a recently decieced polititions hooker before the autopsy was done and showed that the certain politition in question's seemen lay deep within her, not to mention a broken off broom that had ultimately been the girls demise at the hand of her highly respected John. Dominic came late in the evening and made a point to seem as inconspicuose as possible as he walked past the staff as if he should be there, while rolling there minds into not not realizing that they had seen him walk by.The task wasn't to hard, they're wasn't many people working considering the time of night. He made his way to the morgue and found that the door was already unlocked so he replaced the lock picking kit that he had retrieved moments before he reached the door. Dominic began to enter, then he sensed someone else, another vampire, and a powerful one also. He stopped and peaked in instead to see the man peering over an open cadaver. |
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| Jack | Feb 25 2007, 04:33 PM Post #3 |
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Engrossed, enchanted, obsessed. yes, all of those words are fitting where art is concerned, and what higher form of art is there than death? What could be more powerful, more moving, and ultimately, more memorable? I smiled and heaved a soft, contended sigh. The air was thick with blood, that unmistakeable coppery scent that so fills me dreams. I moistened my lips absently but turned my head toward the door before it ever even opened. I felt the approach of someone, and was smiling directly at the man when the door finally opened all of the way. I sensed what he was instantly of coarse and I set my pen down on the silver autopsy table as if to invite conversation, not thinking twice about how awkward the situation might have appeared to someone not so... darkly inclined. "Good evening." Was the plain greeting I gave him. I clasped my hands behind my back and nudged the rolling stool I had been sitting on out of the way. "Can I help you?" Habit of course, always the authoritative doctor, I can't help it, it's the atmosphere of those places. |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Feb 25 2007, 05:05 PM Post #4 |
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When the gentleman's cold stare met his Dominic stopped for a moment, there was a sense of calm in the air, and Dominic new this man didn't belong here either. So that's how he played it. " I think I could ask you the same thing", he said as he stepped into the room and eyed the remarkable specimen on the table. He had always got such a kick out of the insides of a man. But what he liked the most was getting to the actual insides. He liked the process of torture, of feeling the adreneline and fear fill a room because of him. The nice goodies inside where more of an added bonus. He pushed the thought of the woman a few evenings before that he had taken home from the galla. She still lay in his secret place waiting for him to allow her to slip into true deaths graciuose arms. Dominic shook his head clear of the thoughts as he looked up at the man and at the sketch on the table. Perhaps he was some sort of mortician here, but then why hadn't he attempted to call security yet. " So what is it that you are doing here anyway?" He asked more directly this time. |
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| Jack | Feb 25 2007, 05:21 PM Post #5 |
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Jack's lips tugged into a smile as he regarded the man. They had a silent understanding that neither of them should be there. He laughed then, and the sound was crisp and bounced back from the impossibly quiet corners of the room sharply. He unclasped his hands and in a brief moment he peered back at the woman's face and then smoothed her blonde hair back from her marred face. "I'm... studying." He looked back up and gestured to the Doctor's tag hanging from the lab coat he had put on over his clothing. He knew he couldn't convince the other man that he had a right to be there, but he could at least obscure his intentions. The sketches in his book were in the old style of anatomical sketching, before they had cameras, and all was labelled in impeccable cursive handwriting. He stepped out from the desk then, a couple of feet towards the man. he regarded him curiously, his eyes dark and calculated, and perhaps a little too distant, cold, as if he were thinking of something he oughtn't to be. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Feb 26 2007, 06:59 AM Post #6 |
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Dominic took into consideration how cool and collected the man was, almost to a scary degree, in fact if Dominic didn't know any better he could almost think that this man's face reflected his own during the heat of the moment, when he doesn't want his victim to read what he's thinking, would preferr for them to wonder torturing themselves mentally. He watched as the man pointed to a tag on his coat, no matter to Dominic, he still didn't beleive him. " It's funny how easy it is to silence a doctor and snag his coat." He said non-chalantly moving around the edge of the table beginning to look around at the names on the front of the sliding drawers that filled the room. He would still get his body, interuption or not. " So what is it that your studying anyway? You seem like a man that already knows his way around a body, what else could you possibly need to learn in the middle of the night in a morgue?" He asked in an ammused tone while he continued to look for the name Katie Cummings on the drawers. |
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| Jack | Feb 26 2007, 03:33 PM Post #7 |
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The same blank smile remained painted on Jack's face, his eyes somewhat vacant. He watched Dominic moving about the room with the gaze you might imagine from a stalking lion, or a hawk. "There is everything to be learned in death." Was his only reply to the comment, before he added: "and I'm quite sure you're not here legitimately yourself. Can I help you find something?" Again, the doctor in him was being friendly, helpful, he couldn't help it, it was the smell of the place. Clean death, yes, that's what it was. Jack laughed softly and closed his leather-bound sketch book and tucked it under his arm as if to say he was just about to leave anyway. His hair still smelled of thick opium smoke, and it might have been the reason for his calmness. In all actuality however, he was often blank yet calculating, it was simply his nature. A predator is quiet, considers every move before a step is taken, a predator watches. "I'm Dr. Liston, by the way" he said idly, breaking his gaze from the man to peer in the direction of the door thoughtfully. his night's pleasure had been interrupted, perhaps he'd go out looking for more. He knelt slightly and picked up a leather doctor's case in his free hand. |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Feb 27 2007, 07:10 AM Post #8 |
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Dominic wasn't sure why but he liked this man, there was something about the way he carried himself, the collected way he spoke, the mystery behind his eyes. " Ah yes your right, I'm not supposed to be here, but I am, and the sooner I find this little snippets corpse, the sooner I can get down to the pub and have a strong drink." He said with a laugh, his tone inviting. " I'm Dominic, nice to meet you Mr. Liston." He said, not adding the doctor to his name on purpose. Dominic had a tendency to push peoples buttons just to see how far he could go before they snapped. He was getting especially annoyed by the fact that rather then names, the drawers were numbered, making it almost impossible to know who's in which drawer, to bad he hadn't grabbed a picture or something. " Hey Doc, do you know where the names are that go with these numbers?" He figured it was worth asking, after all the man had said he was a doctor. Dominic smiled at that last thought not really believing the man to be a doctor. |
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| Jack | Feb 27 2007, 07:05 PM Post #9 |
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Jack regarded Dominic with quiet contemplation, catching the "mister". A dark smile spread over his lips for a moment before he turned quietly and wandered to a little desk in the far corner. He sat on the sliding stool there and opened a drawer, pulling out a ledger of names and numbers, notes, causes of death, police contact numbers. He tossed it onto the desk top with a smirk and got up from the stool to pace back to his "subject". Two could play at being obstinate. "Everything's in there. Good luck." He chuckled to himself, knowing there were thousands of names in there, both old and new, and he pulled a sheet up over the woman's body and slid her stretcher back into the locker before closing the door. He dusted his hands together as if to say 'job well done', then sniggered again and peered back at Dominic from the corner of his eye. He regarded him for an extended moment before unclipping the doctor's tag from his coat and slipping it off. He was dressed in a fine black suit beneath the lab coat, well cut, with a black shirt and red tie. jack deposited his tag in the inside pocket of the suit coat and picked up his sketch pad and doctor's bag from where he had placed them before going to the desk. "Pub eh?" He mused, peering around the room as if it were even vaguely interesting. He made a little noise of thought and his mind floated back to the taste of the Laudanum that Clarice often put in his absinthe for him. Instantly he wanted to taste it again, wanted to smoke from the long pipe he was so accustomed too. The fingers on his hand twitched slightly with anticipation, the first signs of craving, and perhaps the thought showed in his eyes as he stared off into space for a moment. |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Feb 28 2007, 09:26 AM Post #10 |
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Dominic eyed the man as he pulled the ledger from the drawer and told him good luck. He couldn't help but laugh slightly at that, something about this guy was different, he peaked Dominic's interest. When he opened the ledger he couldn't help but bust out in a fullbellied laugh. " You doctors, how do you understand anything you write, I can't read a word. You know I've often wondered if they have you guys take classes in writing illegibly just so the common man stays in the dark on what the heck your all doing." He had been joking but his belief in his words showed. He looked at it again trying to make out the handwriting and numbers, it was all like code to him. Dominic gave a wicked smile then turned mischieviously to Mr. Liston. " I tell you what, if you can find me Miss Katie Cummings, I'll be you a drink at the pub." He hoped the man accepted the offer not only so he could get out of there and fill his own belly with ale sooner, but also cause he wouldn't mind getting to know the a little more about this strange man. |
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| Jack | Feb 28 2007, 02:48 PM Post #11 |
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Jack peered back at Dominic sideways, and with a noticeable smirk. He nodded his head once and paced back to the desk, toward Dominic. He laughed softly and deftly accepted the ledger back from him. "No classes for the handwriting, perhaps it's inherited, no-one really knows for sure." He grinned with his head bowed to flip through the pages. "Katie Cummings, Katie Cummings.." He mumbled, flipping a few pages near the end of the book. "Ah!" He laid the ledger back on the desk and stabbed his finger into one of the entries that looked as if it had been written by someone with only a left foot. "Katie Cummings, 42307." he lifted his head then, eyes peering in the direction of the cold storage drawers, and he pointed a finger toward the correct one with a smile, curious as to why this man would be looking for a body. He shrugged the curiosity away slightly, afterall, he wasn't exactly there for... legitimate purposes. "And so, I believe you owe me a drink," he added, rounding the desk. He paced the tiled floor to the drawer and pulled it out all of the way, slipping the sheet back to look at the girls face intently. The face of death, it barely made him blink nowadays, it had become more of a thrill than anything else. He smiled down at her, running his fingers through a lock of her hair in a secret moment of delight. |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Feb 28 2007, 05:46 PM Post #12 |
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A satisfied grin crossed his smooth, well chiseled face as Jack found the woman's numbers within moments, and was opening the matching drawer a few seconds later. This did make things easier, he thought with a muffled laugh as he commented that Dominic owed him a drink, and that he did. " I gotta make one stop first to drop off this corpse, you can ride with me or we can meet up, have you ever been to Garlic and Chalk?" He asked wondering how the man would feel about having a drink in Anarchisten territory. Dominic didn't really care much for boundries, he was used to the sea where he owned everything in site and could sail where he wished when he wished, that was how he lived his life still. He hadn't found another bar in the city that suited him as well as Garlic and Chalk with it's old time pub like atmosphere, the sound of the classic jukebox, and the smell of life, real people doing real things and then coming to relax at the local pub. It was deffinately home for Dominic. Even though he was Kuntsler they had no problem with him frequenting the establishment, he did odd jobs for the owners and wealthy patrons, and he could hold his own against the barbaric Anarchisten crowd. He gave Mr. Liston a ' I double dare you' smile before turning to lift the body off of the table and over his shoulder. Sure there were probably easier and less messy ways to move the body, especially considering the smelly brownish fluid leaking from the woman's nether regions where the broken broom was still dangling between her thighs. At least he had beat the docs to the autopsy, he thought as he headed for the door figuring the man would follow to the parking lot wheather he was riding along or taking his own vehicle and meeting him at the pub. |
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| Jack | Mar 1 2007, 03:00 AM Post #13 |
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Jack shook his head at the question, once again crouching to pick up his medical bag and his sketchpad. He eyed the woman tossed over Dominic's shoulder, and he perked a brow to himself for a moment, averting his gaze with a look of disdain as she 'leaked'. Jack preferred much fresher meat, and the decomposed offended his senses. Generally he preferred something not long dead, besides, working on bodies from the cold storage made his hands cold, like slicing frozen chicken breasts before they are fully thawed. He trailed behind Dominic quite a few steps back, deliberately of course. It wasn't that he was nauseated by the corpse, but rather that he felt his sensibilities somewhat more keenly, and also that he was wearing his favourite suit, and wouldn't risk sullying it with... leakage. "Garlic and Chalk, fitting name." he laughed softly. He knew it's whereabouts, knew it was in Anarchisten territory. He never much cared for the rebels, they were too unstructured, too dramatic, too... just too. Still, he wasn't about to turn down this intriguing adventure, and was interested to see exactly what Dominic had planned for the... leaky woman. And of course there was always the possibility of some more evening entertainment later on. Anarchisten territory was full of deserted alleyways and warehouses, and was the perfect spot for some 'alone time' with one of the local call girls... or boys for that matter. He wasn't picky when it came to gender, not these days. The odd man now and then spiced things up a little, gave him different things to focus his 'attention' on. "I will ride with you, if you're still offering," he finally replied, somewhat delayed by his meandering thoughts. |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Mar 1 2007, 08:54 PM Post #14 |
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Dominic gave a slight smirk glad in a way that the man had decided to ride with him, though since he was walking down the hall with Jack behind him the man couldn't see the grin. When they got outside he headed towards his purple viper, unlocking the trunk and loading the woman into before closing it. " Ready then mate?" He asked as he pushed a button on his keychain to unlock the doors and climbed into the drivers side. With a rev of the engine the car started and they squealed out of the morgues parking lot headed towards Politiker Territory. Dominic turned on the radio and popped in a Jethro Tull CD turning it to a moderate volume level so they could still talk. "It Ain't Easy" was the first song to play and one of Dominics personal favorites, he could completly relate to the song, as he was sure most people in the world could. " So Mr. Liston, got a first name?" He asked a little cocky but friendly in his own way. |
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| Jack | Mar 1 2007, 11:07 PM Post #15 |
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Jack smirked, and in turn, he eyed the radio. Oddly enough he was also quite fond of Tull, though he preferred 'Velvet Green' and it's ilk. he leaned back into the car seat and crossed his legs, peering over at Dominic. "Jack, my first name is Jack." he smiled slightly, and his eyes glimmered with something untold. His mind drifted back to the letters he'd once written to "Mister Lusk" head of the metropolitan police. "Catch me when you can, Mister Lusk." He smirked slightly, turning his gaze out of the window. They never had figured out who he was, it was sort of his favourite part about the whole thing. He loved going to Ripperologist conventions and hearing people theorise entirely the wrong thing. He would sit in the back and smirk at them all, much as he was smirking out of the window at that moment. he let the memories slip away as usual and dared a look back at the driver thoughtfully. "So, do you often steal corpses and drive them around the city? I mean, each to their own of course, but surely it damages the upholstery." he grinned faintly in the passing street lights and leaned his head back into the seat. jack himself had left his car in New York, which was fine since he preferred to walk. Walking always afforded him so many more opportunities to... meet people. |
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| Dominic D'Angelo | Mar 2 2007, 11:10 AM Post #16 |
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Dominic laughed at the comment thinking it a funny way to ask what he was doing with the body. He shrugged his shoulders. " Usually only when the job calls for it, though I must say your right, it would be killer on the apolstry, but I've lined the trunk in plastic, so it's an easy cleanup." He said with a smile, wondering if the man had caught the usually part. He turned the car into the Technologienpark, stopping turning off the engine. " Wait here a minute mate" He said jumping out of the car and retrieving the girl from the trunk. He stopped at the passenger side window, Ms. Cummings again slung over his shoulder dripping on the ground and turned towards Jack, "I'll be right back, just gotta drop off this package." He said swatting the dead woman on the ass with chuckle and heading towards a building to the left. Once inside Jack delivered the girl to the man that had been sent to fetch it, and in returned gainded a large envelope of money, $25,000 to be exact. He shoved the envelope into his pocket and returned headed back to the car. |
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