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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 21, 2009 21:39:53 GMT
"eehhmm..." he was quiet for awhile.
"I killed a guy for the first time when I was like...15 or something...Didn't help me get buddies so I decided not to have any buddies, instead I could do things myself...you know... lonely kind.. and people are fucking scared of odd looking guys who are quiet and whom they don't know anything about. And when they found out about the guy I killed... that's when everybody started being afraid of me...so that's the story of the scary Blood-dude. But I'm okey with it. Everybody's just overreacting anyway, one look and they think I'll kill them!" he chuckled slightly, finding it a bit amusing...
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Post by Devyn on Jun 21, 2009 21:42:59 GMT
Fallon pursed her lips together, not finding th9is talk about killing people amusing at all. "Who did you kill first? Do you remember him?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 21, 2009 21:46:46 GMT
His grin faded and he looked at her when she asked that. He licked his lips and his eyes darted quickly to his side but he got focus on Fallon again as he said;
"if I remember him? You never forget the ones you kill. They just won't leave you alone"
This was a slight look into another side of Mr. Blood. The less cocky one and the more paranoid one...
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Post by Devyn on Jun 21, 2009 21:48:07 GMT
Fallon quickly jotted down what he said and her notes on him thus far, making sure he couldn't see what she was writing.
"Tell me about it. Who you killed first, I mean."
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 21, 2009 21:59:34 GMT
He calmed down a bit more and leaned back in the chair again
"Peter was his name.. a jerk who stole a guitar from me..." he got quiet as he played that scene over and over again in his mind as he had done all these years now..
"Hey Dude!"
"What the hell?"
"That's my guitar you asshole!"
"No, it's mine now, jerk!"
"Give it back!"
"Right..!"
"I fucking mean it...or I'll fucking kill you"
"Haha, with what?.....alright...alright just joking man! take it easy, just a fucking joke! Take it! It's yours, I'm sorry alright, put the fucking gun away, man!"
He snapped back and saw Fallon looking at him.
"Shot him with a gun I had found in an empty barn"
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Post by Devyn on Jun 21, 2009 22:01:35 GMT
Fallon swallowed hard, "How did you cover it up? So the cops didn't know you'd done it?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 21, 2009 22:19:07 GMT
The creepiest part about a serialkiller is how they are smart enough to keep killing over and over again....
Blood relived everything again and saw it all in his head again and was therefor able to give details, like if he had just done it 5 minutes ago.
"The school had this room where kids practiced chemistry on their lessons. I was tiny, I could fit into this crack in the window... mixed some wicked shit together with the chemicals there, you know there's a certain thing you can mix together that kinda...burn fingerprints and fucking everything!"
when he relived things and talked about it, he hardly put it in correct sentences..
"so I did it, right? yeah.. and I put the pistol in it and it fucking vapourized, man! Seriously...right infront of my eyes...poof..! and so I took this other shit to get rid of my shoes and footprints in the school and shit.. fuck, chemistry is some weird ass-shit...like drugs on the brain it burns out what you don't wanna have there, see?"
he looked at Fallon now after been staring into nothing the whole time while he was talking.
"I was on the run for a year until they caught me in a fight beating up some fucking kid... took a long time before they connected me to that murder though....and guess what I got as punishment? yeah, cleaning streets and shit, haha, I mean...if they fucking took me to the mental hospital straight away, maybe..just maybe, I would be a different person today? hm..oh well... I don't know"
he leaned back in the chair and became that cocky, coldhearted John Blood again.
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Post by Devyn on Jun 24, 2009 3:51:03 GMT
Fallon shifted again in her chair, having written down little notes here and there throughout his story of questions to ask him and what she noticed about him.
"Mister Blood, are you looking to go to a mental hospital again? Do you believe there is something wrong with you mentally?" She asked in a straight forward tone.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 24, 2009 13:16:36 GMT
Now it was Bloods' turn to shift a bit in his chair.
"Well..." he started, really wanting another cigarette now
"I don't know. Haven't you thought about that maybe it's not you that are crazy - but everybody around you?"
He looked at her more focused now;
"How sure can you be that you're the one on the right side of the fence, eh?"
he got quiet now, watching her writing things down on her notepad. After some seconds of silence, since Fallon was writing, Blood sighed a bit irritated and leaned back in his chair;
"Fuck it, I need another smoke, and isn't it suppose to be lunchtime or something now?"
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Post by Devyn on Jun 24, 2009 15:31:32 GMT
"You'll have to wait for another smoke and lunch." Fallon mumbled as she continued writing, "I'm sure you're used to forcing your way and getting what you want," She set her pen down as she finished and looked straight at him, "but that doesn't happen here."
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