DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
"Follow me..." He'd lead her up to the roof by climbing the set of metal stairs that were somewhat steep but not a sheer drop or straight-up line. As soon as they reached the roof Norman flicked out a cigarette and lit it, placing it in his mouth and taking a small puff of it; he'd nod off towards the building opposite the one they had taken residence in. On the roof of it there was a large wooden cross stood up perfectly - and nailed and tied to it was none other than the body of a man. They'd heard no screams during the night, nor any construction work, so all of this must have been done while they were out on runs. "Seriously... you wake up, get covered in dead-juice, force yourself to have a cold shower, come up here for a breather and see that great big fuckin' eyesore." He complains as he motions off towards the all so lovely display item that was obviously put up during the night by the priest. "I'm bettin' the sick bastard put this up there when we were all sleepin'. I didn't see anythin' when I was up here last night." He says to her, taking another drag of his cigarette followed by taking a deep breath, placing both of his hands on his hips while he continued to stare off at the crucified individual. (@firejay1)
Til' Death Do Us Part (Gabriel Halloran RP)
Gabriel was all well and happy now that the knew the people in the Sheriff's Department had found his lovely little attraction opposite their home. He didn't want them gone, he just wanted certain people - or a certain person - from the group. As much as he was enjoying his early-morning wedding service, the wedded couple that'd he'd managed to pick up didn't share the same emotions when they were strapped to two chairs beside each other.
"So... are you going to help me get one of them, or not? It is your mission from God to help me do so..." He smirked at them both, a scab of a wound cracking on his lower lip as he gave off his distinct grin. After the conflict with Norman the other day he decided to keep his distant. Norman was defensive over the people around him.
"You're a sick, sick man! We'll never help you! I hope you burn in hell you scum!" The man yelled at him, tears forming in his eyes. Gabriel shakes his head and stands up from his seat, walking over to the table in the opposite corner of the room and picking up his signature iron dagger and walking back to them - he made the effort to turn so they were looking at each other.
"Til' death do you part..." He muttered quietly, they both looked at him with stares of horror and confusion. "I now pronounce you husband and wife... you may now kiss the bride." He says as he quickly slashes the woman's throat with the knife; leaning her chair towards instantly towards the man and shoving her face into his own; the man coughs and cries as the blood pours down his body - this was Gabriel's twisted way of making newly-weds 'kiss', it seemed. He pushed the chair back after several seconds and allowed it to fall to the floor, the woman's blood slowly draining; the man would be in nothing but sobs.
"I'll kill you--.. I'll kill you for what you've done!" He cried out, closing his eyes after looking down at the body - Gabriel shook his head and softly side while he walked to his behind, pulling his head back by his hair and placing the blade of the dagger against his jugular.
"No, my son... I'm afraid you won't." He said in a dark tone as he quickly drove the knife across the man's throat as well, followed by pushing the chair back and watching the man drop to the ground. He'd walk out of the room and leave them both there, smiling to himself as he knelt himself down in front of the altar.
Gabriel was all well and happy now that the knew the people in the Sheriff's Department had found his lovely little attraction opposite their home. He didn't want them gone, he just wanted certain people - or a certain person - from the group. As much as he was enjoying his early-morning wedding service, the wedded couple that'd he'd managed to pick up didn't share the same emotions when they were strapped to two chairs beside each other.
"So... are you going to help me get one of them, or not? It is your mission from God to help me do so..." He smirked at them both, a scab of a wound cracking on his lower lip as he gave off his distinct grin. After the conflict with Norman the other day he decided to keep his distant. Norman was defensive over the people around him.
"You're a sick, sick man! We'll never help you! I hope you burn in hell you scum!" The man yelled at him, tears forming in his eyes. Gabriel shakes his head and stands up from his seat, walking over to the table in the opposite corner of the room and picking up his signature iron dagger and walking back to them - he made the effort to turn so they were looking at each other.
"Til' death do you part..." He muttered quietly, they both looked at him with stares of horror and confusion. "I now pronounce you husband and wife... you may now kiss the bride." He says as he quickly slashes the woman's throat with the knife; leaning her chair towards instantly towards the man and shoving her face into his own; the man coughs and cries as the blood pours down his body - this was Gabriel's twisted way of making newly-weds 'kiss', it seemed. He pushed the chair back after several seconds and allowed it to fall to the floor, the woman's blood slowly draining; the man would be in nothing but sobs.
"I'll kill you--.. I'll kill you for what you've done!" He cried out, closing his eyes after looking down at the body - Gabriel shook his head and softly side while he walked to his behind, pulling his head back by his hair and placing the blade of the dagger against his jugular.
"No, my son... I'm afraid you won't." He said in a dark tone as he quickly drove the knife across the man's throat as well, followed by pushing the chair back and watching the man drop to the ground. He'd walk out of the room and leave them both there, smiling to himself as he knelt himself down in front of the altar.
