Troglodyte
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- Joined
- Oct 28, 2001
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OOC: Trey. 25 years old. 6'5". 230 pounds. Black eyes. Shaved head.
IC:
They're mother and daughter, but they look more like sisters. I saw them about a week ago, and I've been stalking them ever since.
They don't see me at first. They're talking and laughing as they come home from a long day at the mall. Their arms are loaded with wrapped gifts. The daughter sees me first. I'm on her before she can scream. I cover her mouth with my gloved hand. My gun is pressed against her pretty little head.
I don't have to say anything to Mom. She understands instantly.
Just don't hurt her.... her eyes say.
I've got the cuffs in my hands. I bind the pair of them with their wrists behind their backs. Then I lead them to the couch.
"Ho, ho, ho," I say. That's when they notice I'm dressed like Santa....
IC:
They're mother and daughter, but they look more like sisters. I saw them about a week ago, and I've been stalking them ever since.
They don't see me at first. They're talking and laughing as they come home from a long day at the mall. Their arms are loaded with wrapped gifts. The daughter sees me first. I'm on her before she can scream. I cover her mouth with my gloved hand. My gun is pressed against her pretty little head.
I don't have to say anything to Mom. She understands instantly.
Just don't hurt her.... her eyes say.
I've got the cuffs in my hands. I bind the pair of them with their wrists behind their backs. Then I lead them to the couch.
"Ho, ho, ho," I say. That's when they notice I'm dressed like Santa....