Believe it or not, I do use Subeta despite the abysmal state of this profile. I'm a lame-ass 28 year-old that needs to sort out his depression and anxiety. Also, someday, I'll actually make this profile worth looking at. Used to be (roughly): lugialover (2009-2012) Scarlatti (2012-2013) Charmeleon (2013-2014) Aristocles (2014-2015) Kostya (2015-2017) Azarov (2017-2021) Aresco (2021-present) |
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He slid the dirtied blade along the prone figure's sleeve, smearing blood on the fabric. A quick snap and flash followed as he took a picture of the body with his miniature flip phone before stowing it and the knife away and leaving the room. He did not allow his eyes to stray to the several corpses strewn along the hallway but simply walked briskly by, down the stairs, and out a side door. He appreciated the ease of access to the house from the alleyway as he silently closed the door, quickly glancing side to side as he tugged his hood over his head. Quickly, he vacated the alley and merged into the ever-present bustling crowd that traversed the main street. |
Clicking off the bathroom light, he exited and pulled on the pair of slacks he had left on the chair. His Vitech blinked as he secured it to his wrist. “Horus, weather report.” There were several moments of silence. A chirp suddenly sounded as a twittering voice spoke from the device. “Hi, Aresco! Today’s weather will be overcast and chilly. Clouds all day, so grab a coat. Current temperature of 6.66 degrees.” Whipping his official police jacket around and onto his back, he left his apartment. Waving his wrist in front of a panel near his door behind him, he waited for the audible beep signaling a locked door. Today is hell he thought as he began to walk. |
Isko stared up at the night sky, lost in thought. The canopy of stars made him think about how glaring the streetlights and neon signs of Manila were. It wasn't often that he could see the number of stars that he could now, so he appreciated the past nine days at sea. He breathed in, and the slightly sharp scent of seawater and salty air filled his nose. Flecks of water occasionally sprayed onto him as he gripped the railing and leaned forward. Cool winds whipped his dark blue jacket about which hung loosely on his body. It was chilly with only a single tank top to cover his torso and a pair of shorts for his legs, but he didn't feel like going below deck to put on something warmer. The man closed his eyes; the entire experience was calming, tranquil despite the temperature. For as much as he had lived on a massive collection of islands, he still could not get over the hush of the waves and the spray of the sea. If he could live out here all the time, he would certainly consider it. As it was, he had a job to do now. The port was still about 40 minutes away, but he could see the city lights in the distance. It was almost over. |