Topic: Body Found Outside Bar

Beauty In Negative

Date: 2008-04-14 15:38 EST
Koya nearly stumbled over the girl, a gasp catching in her throat as she recognized Sally from that night's customers. Koya had waited on the poor thing, giving her what attention she could when she could.

It seemed Sally had been dumped that night, and rather harshly in fact. Koya had mixed her drinks a bit stronger, offering a sympathetic ear when the other customers had been tended to. She was sweet, seemed kind, but here she was, dead.

Koya knelt beside the posed body, fingers grazing her bloody throat in attempts to find a pulse. Guilt suddenly burned in her gullet, in her chest, making her gasp audibly. She had made sure the girl had gotten good and drunk, but it had been only to help her dull the pain, at least for the night. Koya felt responisble, now, seeing her out here, abandoned like a broken rag doll. At least whoever had done this had taken the time to arrange her dress, her limbs, instead of dumping her like a candy wrapper.

Tears streaked down Koya's cheeks as she called into the bar, yelling for her boss or any other waitress she worked with to call the Watch. She sat with Sally, holding her hand, until the watch arrived.

Koya was more desperate now, than ever, to find a sorceress or mage to help her get home. She'd just moved into the apartment next door to the bar, and was making a bit of money now. Her boss had allowed her to split her shifts with another bar maid, and she was providing entertainment for the bar; which in turn, meant more money and more tips for her pocket.

Giving her statement to the officer, Koya trudged the half a block home, and climbed the stairs with a heavy heart. True, on Earth there was just as much crime and murder, but Koya had never had to meet with it, face to face like this. She needed help, she needed to find someway to either cope with this new world, or find someone to send her home.

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2008-04-14 16:46 EST
Dalia had been heading home, sated and warmed by the young girl's blood. She passed by where she had left the body, out of simple curiousity. The Watch was circling, scanning for clues. They'd find none. Dalia had made sure to burn the scene with a spell, singing any and all evidence of her to ash.

She saw a woman, holding the dead girl's hand, tears staining pale cheeks. Hmm. Had she made a mistake? Had Sally family and friends after all? No, for the girl had told her herself that she was all alone.

Intruiged, Dalia crept closer, mingling with the small crowd gathered, trying to get a glimpse of the woman. She smelled alcohol on her, but mostly her hands. Bar maid, most likely, but she held herself with the posture of a model. Her fingers were soft, long, and she delved into the woman's consciousness, hearing music in her thoughts. A musician then.

"She is a strong one, this witch. Hails from Earth, too, Dalia." Suddenly, Bill was beside her, pressed tightly to her in the crowd. He was dressed to the nines, as if he too, were leaving a night club for home. Long wool coat hung over a dark, charcoal grey suit, with pearlescent pin striping. A silk shirt, much like the ones Zillah wore, was adorned with glittering buttons of ruby, to match the wide, ruby-hued silk tie. He looked tasty as he pulled the fedora down over an eye, concealing the amber color, the oddly shaped pupils that no glamour spell could hide.

"Hmm. Earth, you say. A witch? Will she be able to trace me to the body?" Slightly worried, she had spent less time trying to hide her magickal traces on Sally, and a powerful witch might be able to gleam something from the scene.

"No. I have cleaned up behind you, my pet. You owe me for that, you know. But I will collect later, out of your flesh." Smiling, he slipped into the crowd to disappear, but his voice lingered in her mind, a whisper. "Talk to her, she is homesick. She ended up here through her own folly, and I taste dark magick on her. She may be a witch, but she is a grey one at best. Make friends and play nice, Dalia. I may have use for this one."