The Axeman of Omaha [Inactive]

[CarolineLee]

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The Axeman of Omaha - The incidents just won't stop

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Omaha, Maine, in the beginning, was just a quaint suburban town.


A place of low crime, good schools, and the feel of a small, New England town.


But recently, gruesome murders have been happening at certain places within the suburb of 29,000 people. Victims of these murders were found with their skulls smashed to pieces with what has been verified as an axe.


Even worse, there are no records on the police database of this criminal, and he leaves no footprints...

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[CarolineLee]

It was the start of fall in Omaha, Maine. The trees rustled in the wind with grace, and the traffic noise from the road leading into the suburb was at full force this Monday evening. The road was at it's carrying capacity, and with people needing to get into and out of the town on a daily basis, this small road would get clogged up often.


Since almost everyone living in Omaha don't own cars, they rely heavily on the public transportation system to get from point A to point B. David Borkowski was one of those people who the residents relied on every day.


David had been sitting in this traffic jam for well over an hour. He had a wad of cash in his wallet, and was looking to spend some of it at the bar in Omaha. Eventually, the traffic started moving again, and David gently put his foot on the gas again. When he finally got into town, he headed in the direction of the bar. Since he owned his own cab, the taxi company couldn't enforce their rules on what he used it for, and that was one of the reasons why he bought his own.


David parked his taxi in front of the bar, and flipped down the sun visor to take a look at the photo of his girlfriend, Linda, which was clipped onto the visor. The photo had been taken at his parents's house in Rhode Island, when he and Linda were first living together. David flipped the sun visor back up, and reached into the glove compartment for his gun. The Heckler & Koch semi-automatic pistol was stored in his cab, which he thought he needed for this dangerous job. David opened his cab door, and got out, then he shoved his pistol into the back of his belt. David then, entered the bar.

 

[jewlia]

Alaska Bliss loved small towns. She loved that feeling of everyone knowing everyone, even though she wouldn't let them know too much about her. She especially loved working at the diner, though the pay was minimal. The people watching was great there, because let's face it, everyone likes to eat. The only thing she didn't like about working at the diner was the uniform (a plain white dress that was too short in her opinion, and a degrading apron) and the occasional pig that would comment on it.


Today, however, had been a rather quiet day in her newfound home of Omaha, Maine, (this was her third day) and no customers were anywhere to be found.


"You can go on home, if you like." The owner, Mr. Gilligan said. He was such a nice man.


"Thanks Boss," Alaska gave him a small smile as she went into the bathroom to change back into her usual sweater and jeans. After doing so, she waved one last time to Mr. Gilligan and hurried to her little red car. She turned the key and the engine roared to life. Backing out of the parking lot, she headed a little ways down the road to the bar. Alaska wasn't an alcoholic, but she liked to have a beer after work. She parked, and walked inside, taking a seat at the bar.


"I'll take a Heineken, thanks." She told the bartender, noticing another man at the bar.

 

[tacere]

Tessa tucked a short strand of her hair that had fallen out of its messy bun back behind her ear, using the back of her arm to wipe the sweat off her brow after she'd set the final heavy box down in the back room. Her blue eyes flitted about the neat took, filled with stacks upon stacks of boxes, that included stacks upon stacks of books, magazines, etc. Her little store was actually doing fairly well. There wasn't an excessive amount of things to do in Omaha, so a lot of people settled to do some reading she guessed.


Well, that and that fact that she baked the best chocolate chip cookies in town, and even three towns over, and that on the weekends she'd usually give out some from a fresh batch to those who stopped by. It helped business, and so she made sure to do it. Plenty of people had a sweet tooth around here, and if it made her more sales, then why not?


She left the back room then, locking it's door behind her before she went and traipsed down the rows of books, organizing this, dusting off that with her cloth. It'd been a pretty normal day at work. A nice day. She organized a few more shelfs with her quick and sure movements before she went and sat behind a counter, letting out a quiet sigh.


Maybe that was her problem.. All the books she read filled her head with adventure and fantasy and nothing she could ever hope to get out of real life. Maybe that's why she felt like something was missing. Maybe that's why she spent more time reading than anything else.. Tessa shook her head, brushing the thoughts aside. Negative thoughts were no help.


Her gaze flicked out the front windows. The store was on one of the more main streets, everything in town centered around just this little area.. Well, it wasn't all that little, but it was no huge town. Tess's thoughts wandered and she looked back down as she grabbed the book she'd been reading as of late and got reading.

 

[CarolineLee]

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