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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 18:43:34 GMT -5
Gabri returned near dusk, wearing different clothes and carring a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. His face was quite dirty, though it looked more muddy then bloody- a curious method of covering up evidencce of his long days work. Having been awake all night and day, the Pole was completely exhausted and walked with his chin sinking to his chest; by habbit, he headed towards the bathroom. The beginning of a stink waffed over him soon as he stepped foot into the scrubbed clean room, curling up his nose and closing the door, exiting without bathing. Well that was annoying. How could he have forgotten dear Mr. Clay?
Laying a few towls on the couch prior, be flopped down on it and pulled his hat over his eyes. Dirty or clean, he was going to sleep. He should have returned a little earlier, since the sun was going down and the likely hood of him actually getting any rest wasn't too great. He did have company, afterall.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 18:56:40 GMT -5
Dreamless. Utterly dreamless. Mind was black, thoughts were nonexistant, it was just as though Taxi had turned off the lights and then when he opened his eyes they were turned back on. In the blink of an eye one night turned to the next as though daylight never existed. He sat up with a silent stretch, dragging fingers through touseled blonde hair. Oh, there was Gabri, on the couch. Humans. Sleeping during the night, that always baffled Taxi. Why rest when the sun was down? Why not sleep while that scorching blistering shining asshole was tormenting the earth and enjoy the cold dark beauty of the night?
The stench of a corpse assaulted his nose and his face screwed up in revulsion. Right. He had made a promise. Taxi swung out of bed quietly and grabbed the blanket he had been on to drape it over Gabri's sleeping form before heading out without a noise. Didn't want to wake up the poor guy.
Quarter popped into a payphone in the hotel lobby, a few words exchanged, a few threats, and finally Taxi was satisfied enough to hang up. He reentered the hotel room with two suited men behind him, obviously from some crime family or maybe even some less honorable organization. Hand gestured towards the bathroom and within minutes the corpse was in garbage bag they had with them and the entire bathroom had been sprayed down with bleach. And just like that, any evidence of Mr. Clay was gone out the door with the two grunts. The sound would probably be enough to wake Gabri up despite the german insisting they be quiet. Ah well.
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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 19:19:47 GMT -5
For obvious reasons, Gabri was typically a light sleeper, though having not had a wink of it for two days knocked him out harder then usual. He didn't stir when the blanket was applied, when Taxi left, nor when he walked in with the goons. However, after so much walking around in the room, it was indeed enough to wake him up. But, he most certainly didn't make a big deal out of anything. Infact, he hardly moved at all.
Peeking out from under his hat, he observed the suited men move about, drag the body and cleanse the smelly room in an eerie calm, like he was watching someone proform a daily task rather then destroying evidence of a murder. Gabri, of course, was used to seeing odd, out of place things and was rarely caught off gaurd by anything unusual. Actually, as far as weird went this was pretty normal. The two men were just men carring a trash bag- nothing strange about that. Men carried garbage bags all the time. What was the difference between decomposing janitors and used tissues? Not much.
When the mobsters were gone, he sat up, rubbing his face and feeling some dirt come loose on his skin. Argh. Feeling self-concious, he swung his legs over the edge of the couch, suddenly unable to recall when he grabbed a blanket at all, and stood up, leaving his hat on the towls. "Why were you hitchhiking, hinny?" He asked in a slightly slurred voice. "If you know so many people?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 19:34:56 GMT -5
The blonde took a moment to consider Gabris question as he sat on the edge of the bed. He had a point. Even after the removal of his wealth, Taxi could have easily leeched off of his various connections and relationships to sustain himself and not have to live in this state of poorness. But that wasn't what this was about, though, was it? No, what had been done had been done to prove to himself and all others that Taxi Teufel Ungeheuer was an independant creature capable of providing for himself. With the help of Quinn, of course.
"Cause I don't like to call in favours, or to associate with those sorts of people anymore." A fanged smile flashed, "That's why I like you."
Unlike Gabri, Taxi looked just the same as he had yesterday. No sweat had been released from his body, and the vampire was remarkably good at avoiding picking up scent. Only his natural odour exuded itself into the fabric of his clothing, something like honey and lemons with just the slightest taste of vanilla to it. Nope, he didn't need a shower unless he engaged in dirty activities. Perhaps that was the explination for his constant bed head. "Sorry for waking you up. You humans are just so wierd, sleeping during the night.
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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 20:10:39 GMT -5
"Change of heart, huh?" said the reaper in a causal way, still dampered by the sleep in his eyes, as he folded up the towls. Gabri did not like a messy enviorment. His hat was placed on the side table. "I am glad you like me. I do not want my throat torn out."
An odd thought struck him, from both his own comment and Taxi's human observation. Could Taxi tear out his throat if he wanted too? He supposed it was possible, but there were no crows on his shoulder, that was for sure. People only died when it was their time to die- they could only avoid death for a short time before it caught up with them. But if it wasn't their time... And who said he was human anyway? He shouldn't be- as one of Death's own deliverers. Looking a little confused, he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes on the slightly damp towls. Could he die? Could he be killed? He must be able to die. His body is alive. Things that are alive can die. Somethings were just harder to kill then others.
His brain trailed back to something Taxi had said earlier, much earlier. He killed people regaurdless if it was their time to die or not. So Taxi could go against the rules without consiquence? How curious.
"I'm sure I taste awful anyway. I do not think my kind has much flavor."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 20:22:33 GMT -5
There was really no such thing as having enough blood. He himself had been known to be a complete glutton when it came to feeding, moving from person to person, grabbing someone by the throat and draining them and before even dropping the corpse snatching up another neck to suck. So it wasn't as though Gabri's words had no effect on him simply because he had fed the previous night. Throat torn out. Images flashed in his mind, eyes drawled over to the polish man, lingering there hungrily. A rosy tongue raked against his dry feeling lips, although he knew they were already plump and moist. Oh god, his mind, was going in all the wrong, wrong, wrongest places. And then the pseudo-reaper spoke again.
A shudder ran down his spine and he couldn't help himself. Accent was strong, voice was husky, dark, like hard metal covered by velvet. "Just a taste and I can tell you-"
Head shook itself, quickly burying his face in his hands and pulling at his own hair with slim fingers before snapping his vision back up. "Gabri, damnit, you can't tease me like that, as I can assure you that you look and smell quite edible." Yes, that's right. Taxi was scolding him. A firm look on his face, just slightly cross. He was unable to stay 'angry' for long, turning back to a grin. "Besides, if I recall correctly from that kiss, you taste delictable."
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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 20:38:36 GMT -5
At being scolded, Gabri looked up at Taxi, confused and slightly worried. Not worried because Taxi just concidered eating his neck (he hadn't noticed that, too busy being OCD about fixing the couch), but worried because he honest to God assumed he had done something wrong. "I'm sorry."
The Pole looked around quickly, wanting to make up for the horrible blunder on his part. He wasn't sure what he did, but it must have been something- if Taxi was pulling out his hair then it was something. His grey and green eyes fell on the duffle bag and a delighted smile broke out on his face. Oh yeah, he had forgotten about that. What an odd request the crows had asked him this time. Of course, they did sometimes ask for weird things once he killed people- specific body parts, for one, burried in specific places or disposed of in a specific way... they hadn't given him many details this time. Just the blunt general order.
The tall boy picked up the bag and opening it, taking out something round, contained in a ball of towls, shirts and various fabric. "Um, for you?" He said over his shoulder, looking at the vampire. It seemed approperate. He hoped. He felt awful bad for teasing taxi- that wasn't nice. Setting the ball on the table, he went into the bathroom, ignoring the smell of bleach to take a bath.
Inside, the present was no christmas fruitcake. Infact, it was just a head. Nothing odd about a head. This one just didn't have a neck.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 20:55:39 GMT -5
Taxi liked presents. He really, really, really did. Especially ones that were surprises. It didn't matter so much what it was really, clothes, money, flowers... money... Well maybe it did matter. Stuff in general was good, though, he had tons of crap and never really threw it away. All of it used to be moved into warehouses somewhere in Russia if he didn't pack it in his immediate belongings. So centuries of Taxi's discarded presents and junk were all kept neatly in neurotically labeled boxes.
This was one gift he didn't think he'd be keeping. Waiting till Gabri had left, not wanting to seem too enthusastic lest the taller boys lesson not be learn, and then he flung himself on it. Greedily tearing away the clothes, wondering what was at the center of this metaphorical tootsie pop.
Mouth formed a pefect o, staring at the decapitated head. At first, there was confusion. The fuck? Was this a joke? And then disgust. Did Gabri think he'd drink this or something? Or that he was some wierdo who hoarded body parts? He was wierd, but not THIS wierd. And then finally there was appreciation. It was the thought that counts. Or something like that. He sat cross legged on the bed, examining the head, holding it in his lap. Not a very attractive dead person. Although, they had awfully pretty eyes-
When Gabri exited he'd find the head discarded, left in the wrappings it originated from. But next to it were two little mushy looking lumps of.. something.. white, kinda brownish, like rotting flesh, but with a strange sheen to them and a clump of muscle on the back. His gift was missing something. Two somethings. And Taxi looked slightly different then before. He layed on the bed, hands cupping the back of his head, practically purring in satisfaction as he would look at Gabri with half lidded vibrant fresh green eyes. Far brighter than before, with just a touch of yellow to them. Far better suited for him than the set he was wearing before.
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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 21:16:15 GMT -5
While he washed out the mud and gore from his body, Gabri concidered his situation. They were going to be kicked out of the room by tomorrow. He had no money, not even for gambleing, so another hotel was out of the question. He could always sleep in the car, but he really didn't want to be in this city very long. Taxi could do what he wanted- Gabri didn't know the vampire long enough to reconize his very.. needy personality, so he could only give the blonde enough credit to assume he was fine on his own. Afterall, the guy had been hitchhiking (and being chased by crows, but Gabri forgot to remember that part).
But there were so many people who needed to die. How could he possibly do it all by the time the hotel kicked him out? Sitting in the shadows and picking them off one by one wasn't going to work, and he could never kill children face to face... easily. This place was worse then Sodom and Gomorrah. But, he assumed, it could be delt with the same ways those cities had been so long ago.
Whatever he did to take them to death, it would have to effect them all at once. At a large scale.
When he came out, rubbing his hair with a towl, Gabri had forgotten about the head he offered, mind completely circulating around what he needed to do. "Taxi, where will you go after you leave here?" He asked, and then after a small pause, decided to include, "So I know where to not blow up."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 21:29:20 GMT -5
The blonde pulled himself up from his reclined position to sit cross legged once again, holding onto his feet and rocking back and forth slightly. Still in a horrendously good mood, an almost illegal amount of cheerfulness exuding from him. "I'll go wherever you're not gonna blow up. I hate fire. Fire and sun. Those're the two things."
A pause, moving to crouch so he couch still hold one foot but nibble on his thumb. Still ADHD as all fuck. "Whatcha gonna blowup? Why? I'll probably go back to where my stuff is." Wherever that is. Taxi took a moment to try and remember where he had been holing himself up in before ending up on the highway. Mainly where the rest of his clothes were. That was really the important part, as much as he liked this new piece of clothing, he was begining to miss his ties.
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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 21:39:45 GMT -5
"Well," he began, somewhat hesitantly. "It's time to die for everyone in the city. Except you and me. I only have tonight left. If I don't take enough of them, I'll be punished... so I need to blow up whatever I can by tomorrow morning, when the hotel kicks me out." Gabri paused, watching a rat with a human ear on it's back scamper across the rug, then vanish under a crack in the door. "I don't have to get everyone. But alot." A hand went to his chin, half covering his mouth, looking down in hard consentration.
Nails in your back and the blood is dripping down
Consentration, consentration
"I hope it'll be enough."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 21:55:48 GMT -5
Before this point Taxi hadn't considered Gabri all that strange. Not compared to some of the inhuman creatures he knew. No, compared to them this little fellow was nothing. But at this very junction of time something clicked in the blondes otherwise rather slow brain.
Maybe next to some of the freaks he associated with this polish man was normal, but, as far as humans went? Gabri was a downright lunatic. Fuck, no, really, even most of the beings he knew didn't want to kill -everyone-. Generally speaking, his kind instinctually liked humans. Fuck, actually, Taxi instinctually liked humans.
"Why do you have to?" The blonde questioned, sitting still for once. "Without people in this city, my kind can't eat. To take them all from us, it almost seems..." And then he drew the next word out, speaking it clearly and with little to no German twinge to his voice. "Greedy. Unless you have some greater justification." Taxi managed to use a what he considered a large word, brand new green eyes settled on the odd boy. He knew he couldn't allow this, as much as he enjoyed destruction. The vampire knew too many people here and despite his reluctance to induldge himself in its sin, he loved this city. He loved it too much to see it destroyed. And he wasn't quite sure if he was done with his wretched ways of sex and money. No, there was always that part of him which hated the finality of anything. Just incase.
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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 22:20:55 GMT -5
"I'll get in trouble if I don't." He said, dropping his hand a little, looking a little surised and concerned that he was being questioned.
Gabri was not an assertive person. He only ever presented himself as a straight forward guy was when his hatchet was stolen, and so far that had only been once. While he did indeed think he was a superhuman grim reaper, he only killed because he was told to. He didn't know that the whispers in his ear or the demons that he often saw were not real; he didn't know that he was indeed crazy. No, he was just a subordinate in the office, taking every nasty critism of his bosses and trying to appease them anyway he could to avoid loosing his spot.
This was the first time he was royally torn in what to do.
He did like Taxi, even if the German could be a little annoying, but it wasn't even that. By killing the people in Vegas, he would be taking away from the vampire's kind. Still refusing to refer to them as 'vampires', Gabrjel had already decided a while ago that Taxi was some kind of godly being like himself, and that meant that the rest of 'them' were also godly beings. Suddenly, the Pole realised this was a completely loose, loose situation. If he blew everything up, he'd be ok with his bosses but he might get his throat torn out by not just Taxi but all the rest of them too. If he didn't blow them up, he would avoid getting his neck shredded but get in deep shit with Him. This was a problem. Shifting uncomfortably back and forward, Gabri felt his throat growing hot wth frustration and stress. "But I think I'll get in trouble if I do do it, too." It came down to who had been nicer to him over the last few days. Well, that was sort of a given. "I guess I don't have, too. I killed two-... one. Maybe that'll be enough."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 3, 2007 22:35:25 GMT -5
"Trouble with who?" The retort was instant, not being able to help but be a nosy bastard. There was no such thing as privacy as far as Taxi Teufel Ungeheuer was concerned.
"I don't care if you kill her people, but, blowing buildings up would be hurting Las Vegas herself." A finger wagged, tsking the thought. Just who was Gabri going to get into trouble with? Hell, did the man work for some greater organization? Did he work for the mob or something, were these people all hits? If that was so, then Taxi immediately regretted getting tangled up in this or even remotely involved with Gabri. But no, if that was the case, then he could have had the body removed himself.
If the polish boy would tell him, the blonde might even try to help him. Attempt to rescue him from whoever was tormenting the other. Little did Taxi know nothing would save Gabri other then a whole lot of meds and a crazy house.
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Post by Rip on Oct 3, 2007 22:52:46 GMT -5
Assigning the city a gender was very strange to the polite murderer. A name, sure, but a gender was so very odd. He had realized by now that his company was also very weird though, so Gabri supposed he shouldn't be especially surprised. He backed up a little, just so he could sit down. Trouble with who? Hmm, this was going to be hard to explain.
A thoughtful expression crossed his face. "I just do what I'm told. My boss sends messengers to give me assignments, of who to kill and where to go. If I don't do it then I get punished." How could he go into detail about this? "I can't do what I want, like you can. We're different then your kind."
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