A Dark Walk Home (closed for Scuttle Buttin' and SilkMist)

[SilkMist]

ooc:
Sarah
age: 18
Ht: 5'4"
wt: 120 lb
hair: blonde just longer than shoulder length
eyes: pale blue
skin tone: pale with pink undertones

ic:
Sarah stepped off the bus, and watched it pull away. She sighed, glancing at her watch. 10 pm. She hated the middle shift, because she got home so late .. it didn't help either that she had that accident recently and lost her car. She took the bus, and this bus stop, a mile or so away from her apartment, was as close as she could get.

The neighborhood was dark and quiet. It wasn't really a bad place to live, and she was on her own finally .. but it creeped her out to have to walk around in these dark, urban streets alone.

She smoothed down her short denim skirt, sighed again, and began walking off, clutching her purse close to her side. She wore a white button-up liong-sleeve blouse. A bra was evident through the thin material.

Her inch-high heels made soft clacking sounds against the sidewalk, and while the sound had become familiar to her over the last few nights, but tonight something seemed different. There was .. more noise? Or was it her imagination .. it was partly overcast, and there was no moon. The dim light was only from the fairly infrequent streetlights.

She held her breath as she approached the alley .. between two apartment towers. She hated passing it this time of night, but there was no choice. As always, she went past they alleyway, looking down it's length. Garbage. A figure slumped against the wall. Maybe another figure standing almost at the chain-link fence at the alley's far side.

She shuddered, and picked up her pace, anxious to get home to safety ....

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

William Cross
32 yrs. old
6'4"
189 lbs.
Black hair
Brown eyes
Darkly tanned skin with a fairly muscular build, obviously works outside for a living.

William sat in his shitty apartment, still fuming. He'd worked for the same construction company for 3 years, and then that cunt shows up, decides she knows how to run things better than the people that actually do the job, and fires him. He didn't make a lot of money there, but it was enough to pay his rent and buy food, and now he wasn't going to have the money for either very shortly. Sitting his his apartment didn't help him think about it any less, so he simply got more and more angry. Finally he gave up and decided he had to leave, had to go somewhere else, find some way to expel his extra energy and his anger. Grabbing his jacket, he left the apartment and hit the button, rather hard, to summon the elevator.

A few moments later he exited the shitty elevator into the equally shitty empty lobby, and made his way for the door. It was late and from the little bit he could see out the glass doors the streets were deserted, so he paid little attention to where he was going as he stormed out the door and right into a girl he didn't recognize that was walking in front of the building...

 

[SilkMist]

Sarah didn't know what happened at first. She was glancing still at that alleyway, and suddenly she was hit, and hit hard, blindsided.

She tried to correct, couldn't and heard and felt a snapping sound that accompanied pain. For a moment she was afraid she had broken an ankle, but it wasn't sharp enough. A heel had snapped off a shoe she realized.

She hit the sidewalk hard, crying out with the impact that drove the breath right out of her. She was stunned for a moment, and glanced up.

Momentary fear became anger. He was tall, muscular, but obviously working-class, and not someone that she would ever want to associate with.

"Idiot," she said, voice waivering and less confident than she wanted it to be. "Watch where you're going. Look what you did to my shoe."

She looked up at him, reaching a hand in his direction.

"Well? Help me up!"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

William was about to apologize to the woman, it'd been his fault after all, when the bitch decided to get mouthy with him for something that was clearly an accident. His anger, which had been rather quickly dashed away with the impact of running into her, returned full force, perhaps hotter than ever, and his jaw clenched as he took ahold of her hand and pulled her not-so-gently to her feet.

"There," was all he said, and he brushed past her, gripping his jacket even tighter as he walked away. He got only a few steps away when he stopped, his anger having reached the boiling point, and he turned on his heel, pleased to see that she was walking away from him. With every step closer to her that he took, a plan was being formulated that would likely change his life, and no doubt hers, forever. But he was also more certain with each step he took that the fucking bitch deserved everything she was about to get.

He got as close behind her as he dared without being noticed, then took the jacket in his hands and quickly brought the body of it down over her head, closing it tightly around her neck. His hands moved swiftly then, one keeping ahold of the ends of the jacket closed around her head, the other wrapping around her waist, and he used his obvious size advantage to lift her off her feet and carry her around the building and down to the parking garage behind it, where his car sat. And he knew just where he was going to take her.