- - - GOOD LOOKING MODELS

[leila]

HATE TODAY NO LOVE FOR
tomorrow, we’re all stars now

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She was shivering, but certainly not because it was cold out. Pure ecstasy was flowing through her body, and right now she was at her happiest. The smile on her face could be compared to a kid at Christmas, though if a child saw what Leila was doing they would definitely not be smiling. With a wide grin on her face and giggles escaping her, Leila looked down at her handiwork. Lying on the ground of an alley way most people would be too afraid to enter was a mutilated stray dog. Its paws and face were torn apart and chunks of flesh and fur were scattered on the ground, quite a mess actually. Leila was proud of that though. It was a beautiful work of art in her eyes, which were filled with joy and hunger. The more animals the killed like this the more she wanted to move on to people. It was getting harder and harder to resist finding some innocent little girl and pulling her into this very alley, or perhaps that abandoned flat over there, and reliving her past. As joyous as this was for her, as good as it made her feel, killing animals was starting to get boring. They didn’t fight back. They didn’t struggle or try and break free. She wanted someone to chase. She wanted to actually hunt someone.

Leila often wondered if she would be like this if she wasn’t the reincarnation of Elizabeth Bathory. Would she had been a normal fifteen year old girl who cuddled puppies instead of rip them apart? She didn’t even know what a normal fifteen year old girl was, though she pretended to be one. She couldn’t help but wonder if she would still be a psychopath, because she was well aware that she was, even if she wasn’t Elizabeth Bathory. She liked to think that she would, because she really liked the feeling of complete euphoria she got knowing that she had just taken an innocent life. Simple little dog or not, she still felt good. Killing made her feel good. It was a sweet release of pent up darkness that she kept carefully hidden around her friends and family. If you asked her opinion she was a much better actress than any of the people you saw in a Hollywood movie, because even her parents still bought her fake persona. The only people who had questioned Leila’s act were people who were like her.

After admiring her handiwork for another moment she wiped her hands on the black dress she had worn, fur and blood clinging to the fabric. She had dozens of old dresses like this that she had specifically for when she chose to kill something. She didn’t want to get anything cute covered in blood, so she wore the clothes no one would miss. Most of them didn’t even fit right, and this dress was no exception. She cleaned her hands off with a water bottle and the dress, stepping over the pieces of dog and deeper into the alley. She had thought ahead and brought a change of clothes with her. Now out of the blood stained black dress and in a tee shirt and shorts, she put on a more friendly and pastel colored one, brushing fur off of her legs and stepping over the pieces of dog yet again. Wet hands ran through her waist length hair, pushing the tangled strands off of her face and to her back. She closed her eyes for a moment to savour the euphoric feeling, opening them to see someone step into her alley way. Fuck. Now what was she going to do? Pretend like it had gotten attacked by something bigger? She best start thinking of an excuse and fast. Fuck.

words: 666 baby
outfit: use your imagination
lyrics: marilyn manson, the dope show
notes: it was meant to be

[Raven Spencer Kass]

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

[/color]
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin[/color]

This is Halloween, everyone scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy[/color]
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Raven was definitely not a fan of pretty much everyone he had ever met. Whether that be people from Vegas or people from Riverdale. They were all just no fun and he had to fake his own personality around all of them. It sucked so hard. Really, imagine having to live a lie your entire life. After all, it wasn't like he could just go around saying he was going to be a serial killer eventually and was actually one reincarnated. So obviously he had to fake his personality. Though when he was younger it slipped a little, but lucky for him his dumb parents just left it to the atmosphere he was in. Wasn't as if Vegas was really an ideal place to raise children. Especially so close to the casinos and the underground world of drugs, parties, muggings and other such things that went on in the streets. So thus it had been decided that for his mental health he would be sent away. Now he did put up a better act at holidays when he saw them, and so they left him alone to do as he pleased in Riverdale. He wished he could just go home actually. It would be a lot easier to get away with being a serial killer there. Or at least he thought so. So many people got stabbed in alley ways anyway what was a few more every so often? Just would have to make sure he kept to no specific pattern, though he would love to start sending letters to them to claim his victims, and despite the fact he never got caught in his past life, he wasn't so sure that would work as well now. What with all the technical equipment they have now a days it was definitely much harder to do. Though he would manage somehow. Do more research and find more things so he wouldn't get caught. He would perfect it, and he would kill for years without getting caught. Find how to hide the bodies in perfect locations, or pick people nobody would miss much like the prostitutes in his past life. Nobody really missed them much. The cops didn't at least, and they were the ones that mattered.

Sure it was probably quite twisted to be thinking about this, but what did he care about that? He was a twisted individual, and it wasn't like people could read your thoughts. At least not yet anyway. They'd probably invent something to do that eventually and it would just be a pain in the ass to pretty much everyone. So maybe they wouldn't invent it for the sole reason that some thoughts should just not be heard. Well it was the truth if nothing else. So, now what should he do? Didn't feel like laying about in his dorm reading, no he'd rather be out rather than deal with his roommates. Being that bonding time was just not his thing. He'd rather he didn't have roommates actually, but he wasn't going to get his wish on that without a legitimate reason and he wasn't about to go say it was because he was Jack the Ripper and might end up stabbing them in their sleep. So he'd suck up and deal with it only when he had to, but when he didn't he would be out. Would probably get in trouble for missing curfew a few times again this year like he had in the past. No real surprise there being that it just kinda went with the appearance. Rule breaking and drugs and all that other crap they probably thought he did. Nope, all he did was smoke and that was pretty much to keep him from going on a murder spree when he got pissed, or when he couldn't find something innocent to stab. Which was currently and thus as he walked down the street he lit up a cigarette and blew smoke wherever he pleased.

It was about then that he took particular interest in an alleyway that apparently a girl was changing in, oh and there was a dead mutilated animal there. Gee, that wouldn't be your average first pick to change in. He kept himself behind the wall for a minute and saw her close her eyes and he had to raise an eyebrow. Well, this was certainly going to be interesting if she was what he thought. After all, shouldn't such an innocent looking girl normally be horrified. Didn't appear that she was at all really. It was about then he decided that he might as well make himself known. Could be fun if she was the one who cut up that dog, at least he thought it was a dog. He walked into the alleyway and definitely had to resist the urge to smile. Instead he went with The hell are you doing? Yeah, sure that was the same thing as I totally approve of this. Then again it could be just some random girl who didn't care about mutilated animals. Yeah, that seemed totally likely. Ah well, he'd let her give whatever explanation she felt like giving before giving his own on what he thought was going on. Though he was finding it very hard not to get distracted by the blood. Gah, why did he have such a fascination with it? Was rather unhealthy probably, but whatever he didn't really care. Besides if she was the one who killed it then it definitely didn't matter being that she was a fellow killer and thus such things as fascination with blood would be alright to share with one another.


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words: 970
tag: Dee and miss Leila
note:.....my mind does strange things at 4 am. lyrics seemed fitting?
lyrics: This Is Halloween.

Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King

[leila]

HATE TODAY NO LOVE FOR
tomorrow, we’re all stars now

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As much as Leila loved being young again there were a lot of annoying set backs to being as young as she currently was. In a body that was only fifteen, she was barely old enough to get a part time job let alone anything important. She was small and frail looking, which only did her outer demeanour any good. Being so tiny and weak didn’t do her any good as far as her hobbies, for lack of a better word, any good. How was she supposed to move a dead body of woman when she could barely even get her living dogs was a huge challenge? She really needed to work on building up her tiny girl muscles up for when she got old enough to get away with murder. That isn’t to say that she wasn’t getting away with it now, as the dozens of dead animal carcasses left in the woods so plainly proved. She knew that she would need to get physically stronger if she was going to be killing people. At least she only planned on killing young women, which weren’t usually very strong. Even in this day and age women were still considerably weak, the only real exception being the ones who took self defence classes. If Leila got her way, which she always did, she would be strong enough for the heavy lifting her future career choice. Maybe she would ask for self defence classes. She could tell her parents some boy was bullying her at school and she wanted to be able to stick up for herself, and they would easily comply to her wishes. Really though, all Leila had to do with them was ask. Her parents didn’t put much effort into Leila’s personal business because frankly, they were scared of what she would find. Her fascination with serial killers as a mere child had worried them then, and it most certainly worried them now.

For someone who spent her entire first life believing that she could find eternal life, you could bet your ass that she was thrilled to have been reincarnated. Leila knew that she could learn from her previous mistakes and do her life over again perfectly this time. She knew that this was her second chance at eternal youth. This was a second opportunity to continue with her previous life’s work but with much better means. Technology has done wondrous things since her time as Elizabeth, which was both bad and good. It meant that she had more to work with, but she also had much more against her. She could be easier to catch if she made a simple mistake. That was why she studied other serial killers so intently though. She studied them to see what they did wrong, using their unsuccessful stories to her advantage. Leila was just as terrified of growing old in this life as she had been in her first, perhaps even more so now that she had already been forced to go through with it once. She was quite proud of being a young girl again, even if it was a little too young for her tastes. The first time she had been forced up grow old was bad enough, she was most certainly not going to go through with that again. Leila planned on staying around the age of twenty-two. It was old enough to have the responsibility of a fell fledged adult, but still young enough to remain beautiful. She just had to get started on her blood baths.

Her thoughts were ripped from her when a boy appeared, the knowledge that someone might have seen what she was doing a little frightening. So far she had done an amazing job at keeping her preparations hidden from the outside world. No one had yet to find the dead animals she had been storing in the forest behind her house, and the ones that were out in the open were areas of town no one would assume she would be in. She had seen this boy around school before, usually on his own. She could have sworn she had also seen him in a select few RSOR meeting, though she couldn’t remember him ever saying anything. She had certainly never talked to him before, because he looked like a loner or a drug addict and she had a reputation to uphold. She was trying to keep her cool on the outside, looking as if she had never done anything wrong at all. There was a glint of something dark in her eyes though, not something she could easily hide so soon after killing something. “What?”

[/color] she asked innocent, raking her fingers through her long and dark hair. “I found it here,”[/color] she liked, trying to sound as convincing as possible. She gestured to the dog and frowned deeply. “It’s a shame, she was a beautiful animal,”[/color] she mused as she looked down at the glorious mess she had made. In truth Leila had no idea what the canine’s gender was, she just used the gender everyone always assumed an animal was.[/justify][/blockquote]words: 852
outfit: use your imagination
lyrics: marilyn manson, the dope show
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[Raven Spencer Kass]

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

[/color]
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin[/color]

This is Halloween, everyone scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy[/color]
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To be honest Raven found going to school very annoying considering things were considerably different now as opposed to then. Then there was less history and things to learn. Also the British schooling system was different from the American one. Which made things kind of a pain in the ass for him. Also he'd rather just be twenty one already so he could buy his own booze and go around killing anyone he wanted. Not that the second part was legal, but it also wasn't like he really cared about it being legal. Seeing as he was a serial killer and thus by existing he was breaking some law. Oh well, that was someone else's problem not his due to the fact he didn't have any problem with killing. Though he would do his best to not make that obvious in the slightest for years to come. Which was mostly due to the fact that he definitely didn't want to get caught, much like in his past life. He had to say that was going to be harder now, but the Zodiac killer managed it somehow so he would too. Which was the reason he pretty much always had either a medical textbook or a book on serial killers and law. Sure maybe it was a little bit advanced for a high schooler, but maybe not due to the fact that technically he should be going to college next year. Thus it wasn't too out of place, so he knew what he wanted to do, nothing suspicious about that for a senior.

Anyway that wasn't really important at the moment. Right now though he was more preoccupied with the fact that he had just walked into an alleyway and found a girl who had apparently killed a dog before changing dresses. Which he had seen but he probably shouldn't mention that or she would likely try and stab him next. So he'd come up with some other reason as to why he was aware she killed the dog. At her excuse though he chuckled slightly. She did realize that was a fail of an excuse right? Or maybe he was just smarter than he gave himself credit for. After all someone else might have bought it. "Is that so? I don't believe you. Somehow I don't find this very fitting for someone who is supposedly a reincarnated saint." he noted simply with a light smirk. Yeah, he'd heard her say that and sure she may look like one, but this little act here definitely showed that she wasn't one. "After all saints don't go around killing random animals in alleyways. " he noted with a slight smile at the thought. He had made sure nobody was around though first due to the fact that talking about it so openly would be an issue. Most didn't really go with the whole reincarnation thing and thus it was good idea to keep it quiet. Sure some talked about it but they always made sure nobody that wasn't reincarnated was around. He didn't talk about it much, and hell it was a miracle they had even found him due to the fact he didn't really talk much. The only reason they figured it out was because he went off on someone in an accent that definitely didn't fit America let alone Las Vegas. Thus they had dragged him into the RSOR and made the recruiter promise, on threat of death, not to tell anyone else about who he was. After all he didn't want anyone that would be around for a while, or anyone new for that matter, to know who he was. Being that he was Jack the Ripper and didn't want random people to know that.

Well now he would just have to wait for a reaction from the girl. If she still denied it he could just say he saw her blood and fur covered dress before she changed. Not like it was too bad due to the fact that she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts underneath it. Wasn't as if he had seen her in her underwear or anything. "So. Who are you really? I won't tell. Hell nobody even knows who I am, and nobody really talks to me so who would I tell?" he mused with a raised eyebrow. He was still grinning though and that was just odd for him being that he hardly ever smiled. After all that was part of the unapproachable image he was keeping up. Which if she was someone who was also going around killing then she might be able to know about him. If not well then this might be an issue. Though he was pretty sure it wouldn't be due to the fact he had caught her in the act pretty much. So thus he'd call her bluff and wait for her to react to it. Wasn't like she could really lie too much at this point. Her voice may sound innocent but it just didn't fit right with what he had seen. Thus he wouldn't be believing it. Also he was from a place where pretty much everyone lied about something, and had come up with the fact that everyone has something to hide.

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words: 913
tag: Dee and miss Leila
note: he's going to get swatted.
lyrics: This Is Halloween.

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Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King

[leila]

HATE TODAY NO LOVE FOR
tomorrow, we’re all stars now

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Leila liked to think that she was a good liar. She liked to think that the persona she put on was entirely believable to everyone who saw it. The Leila everyone saw was no where near who she really was, and really that Leila was a different person. She wasn’t saying that she was schizophrenic; she had just created someone to hide behind. Outer Leila was no different than the characters an author created for their stories for the real Leila, who preferred to call herself Elizabeth. Leila was sure if it had been anyone else who had seen her in this alleyway she would have been able to come up with a believable excuse to why she was there. She could have put a little effort into it and made herself cry, saying she found it here. Something told about this guy told her immediately that it would be no use, but she couldn’t place why she felt as such. Instinct, she supposed, and she wasn’t one to ignore her intuition. Learn from your mistakes, after all. Leila’s expression changed to soft but blank to reveal much more sinister emotions, her eyes getting darker and her lips curling down in a scowl. “There is more than one type pf saint,”

[/color] she shrugged. In her opinion, if God could have saints why couldn’t Satan? They went under different names, mind you, but they still existed. Though, Leila didn’t believe in silly religions. Even in her first life she had been a believer of science and evolution over religion and creation.

She was also a believer that there was much more to this boy than he put off. When he asked who she was and followed by reassurance that he wouldn’t tell she immediately grew suspicious, a brow raising in question. “I don’t even know your name in this life, how am I supposed to trust you?”[/color] she pointed out in a cold tone. Leila wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell this guy who she was, but oddly enough she felt that she could trust him. She was aware of how contradicting it was for her to think these things, but she couldn’t exactly help what she felt. Contemplating her options, she finally spoke. “I’m Elizabeth Bathory,”[/color] she finally stated after a long moment of silence. It felt weird for her to trust someone even in the slightest, given that she barely even trusted herself at times. The family she had now Leila didn’t even consider her family. While she pretended to be really close with her brother she couldn’t stand him. Her parents meant absolutely nothing to her either. Leila was on her own as far as she was concerned, which was one of the mistakes she had made in her previous life. She had trusted her children, only to be betrayed by them in the end. Yes, they had spared her from being killed, but they hadn’t even tried to make her seem innocent. If she could help it she wasn’t going to be having children in this life.

She almost wanted to invite this boy into her inner self and let him see who she truly was, which was exciting and frightening all at the same time. She held his gaze easily, stepping closer to him and over all of the bits and pieces of dog carcass. Such a beautiful mess she had made, but oh how she wished it was something bigger. There were so many times in a day when she wished she would nail someone to a wall and let them drain into a tub. Whenever those thoughts crossed her mind Leila couldn’t help but shiver with antici…pation with need. She wanted to kill. She needed to kill. Sometimes the need was so bad that it actually hurt her. She always just used the excuse that she was cold or had a headache when she felt like this, which had worked so far. She doubted he would fall for any of her tricks though. “And you would be?”[/color] she inquired impatiently, crossing her arms and letting her real self show through. She wanted both of his identities considering that he now knew both of hers.[/justify][/blockquote]words: 701
outfit: use your imagination
lyrics: marilyn manson, the dope show
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[Raven Spencer Kass]

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

[/color]
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin[/color]

This is Halloween, everyone scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy[/color]
[/center]

Raven really had no idea where he was going with this whole accusing thing, but it was slightly amusing. Either way she wasn't going to be able to lie to him easily. Being that he had definitely seen more than he was letting on, that and he was a serial killer and as it was said they were the best able to profile a person based on their actions. That is what they did after all, picked out who would be least likely to cause them too much trouble, or find a way that their target wouldn't cause a lot of trouble for them. So currently he was trying to do that to this girl. Find the best way to get her to tell the truth without her just out right stabbing him. Which was always a possibility, and he really wasn't being all that careful about it. Honestly he could probably do this better if he felt like it, it was just that he didn't feel like it at the moment. Which was probably not a good thing. It wasn't smart of him to be acting like this out in public, but he couldn't help it at the moment. Besides, there was nobody around and he kept checking just to make sure. After all being seen standing at the edge of an alley staring at a dead animal didn't leave the best impression on people. Not that he left a good one to begin with, but it wasn't the impression that he was a killer, more that he was just some rebellious teenager. Which is exactly what he wanted everyone to think, and he was guessing that this girl wanted people to think she was innocent. Perfect cover really, but he couldn't pull it off. Though he was definitely amused when she scowled. I've never heard of any, and typically you have to be kinda famous to get reincarnated to begin with... he noted simply with a slight tilt of his head. Definitely had never heard of any 'saints' that followed Satan.

Hearing her state that she didn't even know his name in this life he thought about that for a minute. Well, yeah she definitely had a point there, though she could have simply found that out from someone else in the RSOR, but it seemed she didn't bother. Besides, it wasn't as if she really had any reason to know who he was before now so it made sense. He let her think for a bit while he thought about the fact that she didn't know his name, and he knew hers from hearing it being said during one of the few meetings he went to. Was easy to remember for him too being that she had the same name as his mother in this life. She had probably never heard his name said during the meetings though so he kind of had an unfair advantage in that respect. Ah well, she'd get over it. Besides, he'd tell her eventually if she was what he was expecting. Hearing her say she was Elizabeth Bathory though he had to grin. Oh this was just too exciting for him to not smile. A serial killer just like he was how fun it was to discover such a thing. Oh what fun they could have together. He saw her step closer and raised a slight eyebrow at that. Then she asked who he was. Right, now that he knew who she was he should probably tell her. In this life I am Raven, but then I was known as Jack. Jack the Ripper. he said quietly with a grin. Now that that was out this could be a very interesting relationship. They could plan murders together and then possibly help one another get away with it.

Though what could they do now? Seeing as murder would take a considerable amount of planning before and should not be done just on a whim. Though he did wish it could work like that. Ah well, made it more worth it in his opinion. Could probably find more animals to torment if they felt like it, being that there was enough around to find one somewhere, and it didn't take extensive planning. After all it wasn't like they couldn't easily hide the remains or something. A body would take a while to bury while an animal, if smaller, would not. Though he would leave it up to her though being as that was the polite thing to do and he was kind of raised with manners both times around. Even though he didn't always use them when dealing with people because punk kids are not supposed to have those. It just didn't make sense for them to have manners being that they were rebelling against such things and all. Though it would be funny if they had manners because they were rebelling against the assholes of society, but it just didn't work that way. Now that we have gotten introductions out of the way, what shall two serial killers do? he asked her with a grin. After all he doubted she would want to just walk away after learning who he was. Wouldn't make sense for her to do that, would make sense for her to want to learn more about him to make sure he was who he said and that he wouldn't blab about who she was.

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words: 950
tag: Dee and miss Leila
note: let the games begin.
lyrics: This Is Halloween.

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Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King

[leila]

HATE TODAY NO LOVE FOR
tomorrow, we’re all stars now

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Leila saw something familiar in this kid, which almost frightened her. Almost. If he was like her she figured it could go two ways. Either they could become partners in crime, like Bonnie and Clyde but far more epic in every way possible, or they would end up becoming murderous enemies. Both sounded just as appealing to her, but what made her nervous was the fact that she may just be meeting someone like her. Having someone who would know her true self rather than the face she put on every morning was kind of scary. It was scary much in the same way that the pants-less dream was scary. Everyone had it at some point in their life; the dream where you go to school only to find out you forgot your pants and everyone laughed at you. It was that feeling of being exposed that made Leila anxious. She didn’t like it. It wasn’t something she felt very often, so of course she was against it. She couldn’t help but grin when he stated who he was, not an “Oh, that’s neat grin”, but an “Oh, the things we could do” sort of grin. So it was a malicious smirk filled with bloodlust and brewing plots of evil. She was quite pleased now, which showed clearly on her usually innocent appearing face.[ “Elizabeth Bathory, or Leila,”

[/color] she replied in an almost chipper tone. She was pretty much a kid at Christmas right now, despite that Jack the Ripper had murdered prostitutes while she had focused on virgins.

All of those feelings of being exposed washed away and were replaced by an even stronger desire for murder. She was in the presence of Jack the fucking Ripper! That was kind of a big deal! While most people would be cowering in fear, she almost wanted to hug him, except that people were dirty no matter how clean they thought they were. Well, that and he would probably stab her. She was quite eager to see what sort of wondrous mayhem and misery they would be able to cause. Thoughts of murder were running through her head, causing her to shiver anxiously. It definitely wasn’t a good thing that Leila was so eager to kill right now, especially with a knife in her hand. With slightly shaky hands, because she was most definitely a fangirl of Jack the Ripper, she put the knife into her boot and made sure she had no blood visible on her hands. She was clear, with just some on her shoes. She could wash them off when they were done. Leila looked back at Jack, or Raven, with the same malicious smirk as she had before and a new sparkle in her dark blue eyes. “Well, we shouldn’t linger around her for much longer, it’s starting to stink,”[/color] she suggested with a shrug. Well, that and it would look odd if someone who happened to know the outer Leila to happen across her current situation.

Leila wanted to talk to Jack. She wanted to learn who he had truly been and how he had avoided being caught. It was quite impressive even if you weren’t a psychopath like Leila, so of course she wanted to learn how he had done it. After all, she had decided long ago that she wasn’t ever going to get caught in this life. It was her second chance to do evil, after all. She wasn’t going to mess it up thing time, which meant no children. If she had to slice herself open to stop that from happening she would, because she was just that damn twisted. She felt that there was a lot they would be able to learn from each other. Gesturing with one hand, Leila started walking out of the alley and onto the streets. She kept her strides slow and steady and looked over at Jack, her malicious grin fading for the mean time. Public places were a bother. Or in this case semi-public.[/justify][/blockquote]words: 669
outfit: use your imagination
lyrics: marilyn manson, the dope show
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[Raven Spencer Kass]

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

[/color]
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin[/color]

This is Halloween, everyone scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy[/color]
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Raven definitely, as of so far, liked Leila. Though he didn't quite know that was her name yet, but whatever. Either way it could be loads of fun if they decided to team up in some way. Would probably have to start after they graduated, but still they could plan it out. Could start in his hometown even due to the fact enough people die there anyway that a few more might not be noticed. It was certainly a crazy town after all that didn't have nearly as many laws as it should, and even then sometimes they were just plain ignored. Thus he was totally fine with it and like anyone would care if he brought her to Vegas. Which seemed like an awesome plan at the moment. Or if she didn't want to come he'd just go off on his own little killing spree around the US at random after he graduated. Keep to small towns and would probably make it look like an accident or something, or just burn the bodies so that there would be no evidence. People would just simply vanish, and it would be all good as long as he didn't get caught. Seeing as that would obviously put a damper on his plans. Which was why he was planning it out quite neatly while he was still in school, and once he started college he could kill and just take random road trips on weekends to do so. Seeing as a bunch of prostitutes missing from one area might get noticed, but if it was everyone then probably wouldn't be connected as easily. Especially if the cops there didn't care about the prostitutes, would just make his job easier. Eventually people would stop looking for them after all. Seeing her grin he returned it with one of his own. Yep, this could certainly be a fun relationship. Hearing her statement he continued grinning. A pleasure to meet you miss Bathory. he said smiling quite maliciously at the moment. Oh the thoughts running through his head right now.

Now the only issue was keeping their finding of one another a secret. He wasn't sure if anybody actually knew who Leila was or not, though he imagined someone had to recruit her like they did him, and so they might still be at the school. That could certainly pose a problem, but either way he wasn't going to be the one spilling her secrets. Hopefully she would repay that with keeping her mouth shut about his. He wasn't too worried about it though. Besides, it wasn't as if any authority figure would believe that they were reincarnates unless said figure was one himself. Seeing her shiver though he dragged himself from thoughts of murder to wondering what was going through her pretty little head at the moment. He noted that she put the knife away and pondered what it was they could do. Then she noted that they shouldn't linger around here for much longer. True, and it would be slightly abnormal for you to be seen in a dark alley talking to me. Being that for one I don't talk, and two we look like we're from opposite social groups. Which means we'll have to go somewhere secluded and quiet to talk. he noted simply with a slight sigh. It would be easier if they could just talk openly, but nope they were on opposite spectrums and he pretty much was known for not talking at all. Thus they would have to go somewhere else and make sure that nobody could overhear them. Being that it would be really bad for someone to overhear two seemingly opposite teenagers discussing what they would do to people just for the fun of it along with what they did in their past lives.

Jack definitely wanted to have a lovely discussion with Elizabeth Bathory. Seeing as they could compare things and have a very interesting conversation. Their victims may not be the same, but there were similarities, and obviously there were reasons for their actions. Neither of them were really complete psychopaths that had no reason for killing. Though it would be hard to deny the fact that they were both crazy to some extent. Even now there was a psychological need to kill in both of them, and if it didn't get what it wanted, eventually it would probably make them both completely insane to the point where they just go on a huge killing spree. Which would certainly not help with the whole not getting caught thing. Being that people who were completely insane weren't exactly subtle about it. Also, there would be no care put into the killing, it would just be overly sloppy and very much inelegant, and thus the point of it would be ruined. Why kill if you aren't going to enjoy it after wards? He certainly didn't see the point of it, and so he'd only be killing until he stopped enjoying it. Which would probably be never, and thus he was totally set for life. Though the whole aging thing was going to be a problem. If he was like eighty or something he couldn't really overpower a victim all that easily. He'd get to that when the time came though, and thus would procrastinate worrying about it.

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words: 920
tag: Dee and miss Leila
note: serial killers on teh loose
lyrics: This Is Halloween.

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Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King