Sheep Slaughter |Private for Mana-Kun and Nightimin|

[Nightimin]

-- SHEEP SLAUGHTER --

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"Love is over."

This roleplay is intended for Mana-Kun and Nightimin only. Please do not post unless invited, Thank you!

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The night was young and fresh, Tendrils of dark clouds floating in the ocean of purple sky above the small city.
People found way into bars and restaurants to shelter themselves from the chill of the evening and the sheets of bad news this place had seen so much of in the past days, perhaps the demons could be kept at bay if mortals surrounded themselves with company?

We'll find out . . .

Tonight, we visit a café and bar called 'The Flock' at the edge of town. The bartender there is an older woman who's name has long faded from the tag on her breast pocket. She stands at the front of the bar with a glass in her hand looking tired as a group of young patrons come seat themselves and ask for drinks, She delivers, as usual.
The barista and waiters at the opposite side of the room lounge around the counter while discussing a string of murders occurring in this very area- The most recent death being that of a middle aged woman. It scares them, And they wonder what could've possibly happened to the killers. . . could they remain here unseen?
In one of the booths on the café side, a young man sits with a woman. They seem to be talking about something with the topic of marriage. The man seems reluctant, but the woman insists that it's what the relationship needs. The bartender listens to the conversation curiously, peeking over to see the woman hold the mans hand and kiss his cheek from across the table. She smiles, Young love.

Too bad love is over.

Just then in the quiet of the Establishment, the door opens signifying a new patron entering . . .

[Mana-Kun]

The day..... i mean month, i mean week. Time has lost railings to the man who looked at the picture in his hand. He couldnt help but stare at it. He felt empty again, no longer whole. His other half burned up and died. Or died in her sleep. The man...... the chief of the police, Allen Bolker, who recently lost his wife in the recent string of murders. He couldnt stand being alone. His kids, were lost to. This time he was the only one left, everyone else had died before.

His revenge, the very sin of wrath ran through his veins. If he had a choice to sentence the creature that did it, to sentenced to death by being stoned or worse. Allen walked into a cafe and sighed. He couldnt help but here some people. One couple about marriage, another about a long string of murders, some drinkers, some waiters, and a bartender. Soon did he know he walked into something he couldnt believe but he doenst know that. Allens shoes clicked as he walked towards the bar and sat down slouched over. " Vodka please....." He rested his head on the table not knowing what type of game the killer was thinking up.

((what he looks like http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/3...fav6_large.jpg until i can find something more fitting unless u have an idea. But needs to be slightly bigger))

[Nightimin]

(My character looks something like this, Ignore the ridiculous cat ears, scar/tattoos and I'll say the horns appear only when he feeds. http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/viruslovesus/The_Incubus_for_Debauches_by_Tokala1.jpg)

The elderly bartender smiled and whipped the police officer up a vodka with a dash of pop to smooth out the flavor. "There you go, On the house, son." She gave him a look of sympathy before a drunkard complained about the old cop getting privileges- The woman shushed the belligerent with a smack of her rag.

The couple stood and left, as the night pushed on more people entered the café and bar and ate their dinners or snacks. Around this time it'd been half an hour since the police officer arrived and the door opened as usual- however this time the person who entered seemed strange.

The barista looked away and the waiters stared with a mix of curiosity and confusion as if they'd seen a very being of the netherworld walk inside.
The inky black haired male smiled at the bartender to seemed to be the only member of the staff unshaken by the strange boys entrance. As soon as he came inside everything seemed to go back to normal, The workers checking tables and the barista serving up coffee.

The boy sat at the table and smiled at the woman sheepishly before crudely announcing. "Give me something that'll fuck me up." She didn't even flinch, pouring him a glass from behind the counter while he examined the chipping paint on his nails. The punk glanced at the officer, whom he'd come to sit beside.

Seems dinner for the evening had been found.

[Mana-Kun]

((Found a better one just without ears and tail. http://yaoiai.com/gallery/one-piece/...neko-zoro.html and yes its zoro))

The female bartender gave him his drink. He looked at his drink. The clear but blurred look was basically his life and the mysterious killer that slaughtered his family. He looked at the small fizz as if a they were the clues they had, which was little to none. "Thanks....Ma'am...." He laid the money on the table sliding it to her. He looked at the couple thinking about his marriage. It was good happy and all that, they soon left. He couldnt help but turn his gaze to the door as he finished his drink.

Soon enough another figure walked in. The gloom and silence settled into the flooring and walls of the building. Although everyone was blabbing and whispering to each other he himself sat down just over looking the man. He wasnt really sure what to think of the man. Allen didnt want to be sterotypical or judge the man at all. He blinked getting another drink.

His face went sour once he heard the man speak. He glared at the man who ordered such an insane drink. In his trail of mid thought the man sat beside him. He couldnt think strait, his hand was fidgeting with something. "Hmmm? Why did you order such a thing.... I know its none of my business but why fuck yourself up? Most girls dont like a raging drunk." he exchanged a gaze of seriousness at the man.

[Nightimin]

The strange boy took a moment to consider this while the glass slid toward him, His eyes- strange and nearly slit in the pupils- stared into what seemed like the very soul of the police officer as he regarded him.

"Girls are a waste of my time." The boy said, lifting the cup into his hand and taking a long sip. The drink burned his throat like pins and needles but it only seemed to make him more cheery. The bartender quickly went to wipe at the glasses in the sink with her rag and leave the two to talk.

"So, Cop, Why're you here?" The boy purred, His eyebrows raising while he lifted one pale, pierced arm to support his chin. "Shouldn't you be working out those murders? Or are you in need of a break from all that shit?"

Suddenly, his arm fell flat on the counter. The boy seemed to be glazed-eyed, lucid with a sudden idea as he pat the wood beneath his hand.

"If you need to let go, I can help." And suddenly added. "Or I can wait 'till you get drunk first."

[Mana-Kun]

The police man blinked at the boy. Something was wrong here, something was off about him. He stared into the mans eyes searching for something but found them like an empty abyss. He couldnt help but raise his brow at the man. His soul, was already shattered and destroyed from losing his family, he already lost faith in life.

He laughed lightly when he heard the man say girls are a waste of time. He wasnt one to judge people though, besides being the lazy cop he did have a homosexual child. "Hahaha thats ok to think that but you might like them later." His voice cracked we a smile before got another drink putting the money on the table. He didnt let the man out of his sight though. There was just something..... rather off about him that he could put his finger on.

When the boy asked why he was here, he paused. He gave a rather upset look on his face with a dark grin. He was going to answer brutaly. " Stress reliefe. When you lose someone close to it hurts.... Espcily the ones who live with you. The ones you love the most die in their beds. So ever I the police chief need a rest. Im suppose to not even be working on the case.... But I am..." He finished his next drink slammed the class on the table before leaning back and kicking his feet up onto the counter, running his hands through his green hair.

The green haired cop blinked. Not knowing what he meant as he took another shot of what ever the guy beside him was having. His eyes looked glossy as he smiled. " What do you mean.... let go?" He blinked with his speech slowly getting slurred the more he drank.

[Nightimin]

Listening to the man lay down the remains of his soul, The boy smoothed a hand across his back gently but pulled it back to his side before it could be swat away. "Yeah, It's alright man. Shit happens."
He looked into the near empty glass in front of him and felt the cop shift his legs up onto the counter. The bartender glanced at him warily.

"Don't you think that people die for a reason?" The boy suddenly said. "There's plans for us, each and every one of us..." He tried to remember what he overheard a drunk priest saying many moons ago. That mantra seemed to soothe even the most erratic of minds.
"Her death won't be in vain." The only way he knew this man had lost his wife was because he was the one that took her from him. The bitch looked like a quick meal, And she was indeed. One night in bed and it was all over- Barely worth it. He needed a partner that could really feed him, fill him and satisfy him so all he could do was moan and beg for sleep afterwords...

Not go on a goddamn bar crawl for sloppy seconds.

The bartender pushed another drink, This time a simple cup of whiskey, his way. He caught it and took a sip. "Thanks, How much I owe you?" She smiled and held up her hands- He put a fifty on the counter anyway and directed his attention back to the agitated officer.

"Let go as in... get some kind of relief for your pain. Be free of the past..." A careful smile pulled at the boys soft lips. "Release .... maybe." When he figured the older man was starting to really feel the alcohol, he reached over and began to pet the soft green strands from the others face.

"I know how to help you forgive and forget, If you'll let me show you. You don't deserve to suffer like this."

[Mana-Kun]

Allen glared from the corner of his eye at the man. He blinked, his body frozen unable to move, his vision now making him unable to drive home. Of course this was probably the first time he ever drank the hard stuff. He usually only drank wine on special occasions. His eyes now coated in the think watery substance as he finished his most recent drink.

Allen glared at the man with a rather angry glare. He didnt think of it has her time to die. They hould have grown old together and died together but that wasnt the case here. He was building his rage. Thinking about feed his rage and angry towards the murderer of his wife and family. "No! It was not her time and that killer should be sentenced to be stoned to death." He growled out loud no happy and everyone paused looking at him.

Allen had the tears running down his cheek going into a slow depression like stage from the alchol and his own feelings. He drank another to try to drown it out, even thought he knew it was a depressent. He rubbing his eyes again before feeling the petting off his head causing him to blush a bit. He clenched his fists be slowly calmed down. "I dont get you at all...... But I suppose...... if i can forget for even a moment in time...... I will be fine....." The police chief was falling for the mans tricks even though he knew something was up.

[Nightimin]

"Hey, hey, Relax with those- We need to at least get you home tonight." He caught the next drink about to be sent their way and shoved it back with a leer at the bartender and turned back to the man who began to cry. The dark haired boy brushed away his tears unabashed by the stares they were getting by the other bar patrons. It was fine, They would remember none of this tomorrow anyway.

She seemed a bit nervous then, fingers digging into the rag she held while the cup was caught just before going off the edge. Some of the yellow sour liquid hit the wooden floor. "Don't you think you should at least give him some time? He's just been put through so much..."

The boy laughed and eased himself off the barstool, offering his arms for the distraught officer if the tired man needed a little extra support. "Fuck off, lady. He needs no more of that time when he's got me now."

[Mana-Kun]

Allen went to take another drink before it was stopped, he gave a whine like groan. "Comon Man! I wanaa......" His last words were slurred when he accidently leaned on the man. HIs face was rather drunken. The people around the bar raised their brows not really knowing what to think. It wasnt like officer Bolker to drink at all or to act like this at all. Soo enough his tears were brushed off, he gave a small blush with a grin but the blush was unnoticeable from the drunken redness in his face.


The he heard the splash of a yellow liquid against the ground. He looked up at the old lady in a somewhat drunken love struck trance. He couldnt even fight the erg to fight the incubuses spell. He slurred his speech with a grin as he stood up stagger almost slamming his face into the table. " Y-you...... just....dont worry....................about me....." He seemed a little off balance as he seemed very stern with the old lady. This defiantly wasnt him.

He gave a rather large groan as his body crashed into the mans before catching himself. He blushed brightly with a small drunken smile on his face. He laughed with a hiccup before the man the man started to help him walk but holding him up. He licked his lips to get the remaining alcohol off his lips. He currently didnt live at his own but a hotel as his house was being investigated. He slurred and slugged down the road a little way before walking into a small hotel before slugging the man behind him and entering the hotel room. It was rather cluttered, it had many investigation papers laying around. He growled lightly with a groan and he jumped onto his bed. From sweating his jeans suck to his legs. He laid on his belly causing his balls to be rather exposed in the back being outlined and noticeably large from the back view laying down.