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Post by Jack Ferriman on Nov 20, 2009 5:05:12 GMT -5
THREAD COMPLETED
He was dressed in his best suit. Jack looked like a slick business man who knew exactly what he wanted on this boat. Funny thing was, no one knew what he was capable of or what he really was. Stone cold blue eyes looked down at a little girl on a nearby sofa-like bench that was built into the ship itself. Damn. She was here. No, not Katie Harwood, the only soul he couldn't catch considering she was just a child and some idiot murdered her in a fit of greed. Ferriman grit his teeth for a moment, now turning his facade on to greet an older woman and her husband. They were dressed from head to toe in diamonds, rubies, the works. The gown itself looked like it was made out of some rap music video with all the bling. Or whatever the kids called it these days. Truth be told he was possibly seventy years old in real age...but still looked no older than twenty five.
Oh how these innocent people could be deceived. Cattle, sheep, all of them. They'd be slaughtered in the few weeks ahead, that is if Jennifer didn't ruin his plans. Jack frowned and leaned against the railing. Something came to his senses, something he didn't like. Even worse than the little girl onboard...but his arch nemesis, the bitch that took away his 'job' and made Jennifer his little follow-around. None other than Maureen Epps. But a grin was brought to his thin lips, seeing her in a dress was both surprising and pleasing. He found her to be attractive...might have had something for her, but it certainly was not love and he would do anything on this ungodly earth to kill her and bring her to Hell.
Possibly not only mark her, but make her suffer the way he did.
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Post by Jennifer Emmerson on Nov 20, 2009 17:00:02 GMT -5
Jennifer stood on the deck of the ship. The people around her was stuck up rich snobs who knew nothing about what lied ahead for them. All they could think about was money and appearance. She wore a simple white knee length black polka-dot dress with thin speghetti straps that had a black bow sash around the waist area. Her white blonde hair hung straight down to her waist a black bow clipped in the back of it. Holding a drink in her laced gloved hand she spotted jack and walked over as he talked to a couple that look liked the rolled in glitter after bathing in glue. The shining of their jewelery and the womans dressed made her want to go get a pair of sunglasses. Her blue eyes lingered on the crowd around her as she walked through the people. Smiling brightly she walked up behind Jack, "Well looks like the anti social cockroach came out to play." She said with a small laugh as she sipped at her drink. Playing with a lock of her hair she smiled at the couple, although she really just wanted to rip their insides out and use them for room decor. WORDCOUNT:: 201 MUSIC:: Sinner - Drowning Pool CHARACTEROUTFIT:: This |
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Post by Jack Ferriman on Nov 21, 2009 8:47:21 GMT -5
Riveting. She gave him a nickname. "How are you today, Miss Emmerson?" he smiled through gritted teeth, the couple were long gone by now off to the dancing area. Perfect, all he'd have to do was flip the switch and boom, they'd be all dead. Their bodies torn, sliced and diced till they couldn't even stand anymore. But that was him imagining things. So there Jack stood, plotting and turned to her with annoyance. "Don't you have something to screw, Jennifer?" he muttered. "I think you take even that whore Francesca's spot on this ship. Only your voice sounds like shit and grates on people's nerves." he muttered. "And I do mean something, not someone." he added cruelly. Ferriman wasn't a nice guy, he was of the supernatural and didn't give a damn what anyone thought of him, because he killed them all.
"Why are you bothering me?" he finally countered, turning around from the railing and stared at her with his icy blue eyes.
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Post by Jennifer Emmerson on Nov 21, 2009 8:58:22 GMT -5
Jennifer chuckled as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, "Now that's a bit harsh.....I can't even believe you'd compare me to that whore. You know I'm far better than she is you just hate to say it." She took another sip of her drink and frowned, "Jack, You know very well I am not that kind of girl. Or is that the kind of girl you wished I was?" She tossed her glass behind her to the ground carelessly and inspected her black and white polished nails, "Well at the moment I'm seeing on whats taking so long for you to kill all these people and to take their souls and mark them. I'd figure you'd move faster with your reputation and soul on the line." She stared at him with her own blue eyes, "I really do wonder how you let a wench screw up everything you had going.... Or is it you think more of her than just a soul to mark?" She asked a devilish smirk playing across her lips. |
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Post by Jack Ferriman on Nov 21, 2009 9:05:02 GMT -5
"That is none of your business." Jack glared at her, his tone acidic. "I'm waiting for the right moment. You wouldn't know anything about calculating a move, it has to be right or we could fall on our asses. Don't you see?" he was controlling. "There is nothing more I'd like to do than kill that bitch, but right now there are more important matters at hand, like not socializing with you." he would strike her if he could, but with the public here...it was impossible to do so. Hell help him, he did have a reputation to uphold and once more if Management saw he fucked up one more time he was done.
"You're not taking over my job, Jennifer. So don't give me that pathetic look. Clean yourself up while you're at it, those nails aren't even the right time period." he scoffed. He was just as snotty as any of these idiots, but truth be told...he was allowed to sin. Them on the other hand, not so much. He straightened his bow tie, slicking his hair back a little upon seeing a cook enter the back way to the kitchen. "Now if you'd excuse me, I have souls to collect."
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Post by Jennifer Emmerson on Nov 21, 2009 9:18:33 GMT -5
"I know more than you think. I'm alot older and smarter than you. Sometimes I do think you are jealous." Jennifer said as she frowned when he mentioned her nails, "Like anyone notices or will even care after you're done with them." She said as she rolled her eyes. She watched him walk off a smirk playing across her face, "If you screw up again your job will be mine." She said a psychotic look dancing in her eyes, She shook her head at his methods creative it was but it was always the same. Gold, Rodent Poison, Slicing by wire and making everyone kill each other for the gold before taking out the last person who sins. Taking another drink from a table she smiled lightly and moved for a better view for the action, "Let the amusement begin." She muttered with a sigh as she took another sip of her drink. |
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