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[ &&-- D U S K. ]; --- kuro plus tesy. don't be jealous;
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starring kuro as: edmund cryola

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starring tesy as: isabelle dove




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She had tried to pass off the night's events as a dream - an terrifyingly vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. She tried to pretend that nothing had happened when she had walked home - her brother had borrowed her car - after the late night movie with Jesse. Tried being the key word; she had ended up having to take sleeping pills to get to sleep, and even then the terribly disturbing scene dominated her thoughts while she waited that thrice-cursed half hour before succumbing to the drug's effects.

(And when she had fallen under into what she hoped would be a dreamless sleep, her attempts proved futile once more.)

When she woke up to the sound of Miley Cyrus belting out "You're vain, your games, you're insecure --" she made a mental note to kill her brother for the second time in as many days - she knew with a certainty that could not be refuted that he had set her alarm to that song.

With a groan that was accompanied by the speed of a herd of turtles trampling through peanut butter, she managed to roll out of bed, stumble blindly into the shower, and turn it on. Somehow, she had been able to fall back asleep - for how long she didn't know - and by the time she had woken up and washed her hair, the scalding hot water had turned lukewarm.

When she dried herself and returned to her room, she was able to proclaim her mind one-hundred percent sleeping-pill influence-free.

It was with markedly more enthusiasm that she opted to dress to impress in dark skinny jeans, a white spaghetti-strap baby doll top, a think black jacket, and an obnoxiously bright purple scarf the same color as her flats. Today was her first day working at the local newspaper - at eighteen turning nineteen very soon, she had put off applying to college for a year to get some practical experience in writing and the build up her resume. She wanted to make a good impression on her first day, and was trying to be a combination of her usual funky style, only a bit more business-like.

Somehow, thinking about how much fun she was sure to have at the newspaper was enough to chase away the previous night's nightmare in a way that nothing else could. She loved writing like she loved nothing else, and getting the opportunity to write professionally was to her like finding Atlantis was to that guy Milo in that lame Disney movie.

Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, the girl pulled her slightly curly, dark brown hair back into a half-up before studying her reflection. Bright green eyes set in a pretty face with a delicate nose and small lips stared back at her; she stood on her tiptoes for the fun of seeing herself exceed five feet one inch, before grinning and dropping back down onto her heels.

Grabbing a pear and her bag, she left her small apartment, feeling fully prepared to take whatever the day threw at her.

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She ended up eating her words.

As she stepped into the office building of the newspaper, Isabelle Dove realized she was the furthest thing from prepared. No, she amended mentally, it wasn't that she wasn't prepared - it was that fate had decided to be especially bitchy - or maybe it was just her karma catching up with her. Whatever it was, she felt a compelling urge to wheel around and walk right back out of that building never to return not five minutes after she had first entered it.

All just because of one boy.

Okay, he was an exceedingly handsome boy - with a… quality about him that was captivating - but she couldn't stop associating that posture and that hair with the boy she had seen the night before.

Oh God, she thought to herself as she forced herself to stop acting like a deer in the headlights, what if he knew I was there?
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ooc. Haha. Still bad. Dx

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He was utterly satisfied. For the next few days, red thirst wouldn’t be the only thing on his mind. He would be able to think about something other than the growling his stomach would be doing if it worked, or about that pulsing spot on each and every person’s neck. Of course, it wouldn’t last forever. Tomorrow it’d be the same exact thing until he got another unsuspecting person into a place they wouldn’t have gone if they had known what was about to happen to them. However, last night he had allowed himself an extra…Treat.

Not only had he fed, bur he had a little “fun”. That woman had been so flexible…Even more once she had been dead, and he had exercised his strength without fear of her screaming. He hadn’t fucked the corpse -- of course not. Why go all necrophiliac when you were perfectly capable of reeling in someone alive? That wasn’t it.

Dismemberment…It had always been such fun. Since the very first time he’d tried tearing off an arm, he had wished the person had more limbs for him to remove and occasionally consume small bits of. He didn’t tear apart his victims much anymore. It was harder to clean up, and when he did it he got a bit more into it than he ever should have. It was that much easier for someone to walk up and notice what he was doing anytime that he decided to rip a few appendages. The thing was, though, he knew he would probably never even notice.

And even though he didn’t start humping any corpses, he enjoyed licking the salt off their skin. The salt left from the thin layer of sweat that would be on the body from the anxiety they gained while trying to escape him. His fangs would brush against the skin every so often as well, and whenever he hit a spot that had been particularly sweaty for the person in life, tingles would run down his back.

But today, he didn’t need that. There was no reason the dark eyed man should. Not after that delightful experience with the blonde. Guilty was a feeling that belonged to him, of course. It didn’t overshadow the bliss he was still riding out that day, though. Edmund had gotten used to guilt a long time ago. Now it barely even fazed him.

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Black hair tickled his shoulders, and he sighed contently. He would normally be pissy and impatient, but why? When you didn’t mind waiting and in the grand scheme weren’t even really waiting, it didn’t make that much of a difference. His fingers quietly tapped on the armrest of the shitty chair he was in, and he ignored the glares of the person sitting next to him.

“Mr.…Creeahluh?” the receptionist said, and he rose from his seat. With fluid movement he walked to her, and gave her an absent look.

“Cryola,” he corrected, and she nodded curtly. She frowned at his casual attire after giving him a once over, but just handed him a slip of paper and shook her head. Apparently even though he had a white dress shirt on, washed out black jeans weren’t supposed to be a replacement for slacks or something. Didn’t really matter, though. He wasn’t about to go home and change.

“Just go to that office over there and give the man the paper.”

Edmund raised his brow in amusement at her flippant manner, but didn’t comment. Instead, he looked in the direction she had gestured before returning to her work. Once in the room, the man gave him a look over and frowned too. He guessed this one was just because the guy must’ve frowned at everything, though.

“Edmund, ‘ey?” the man said in a unpleasant voice, motioning for him to take a chair.

He nodded and took a seat, looking at him in actual interest. Not because he cared about what the man seemed to be saying, but how could someone let themselves get to that state? He had acne worse than a teenager who had just hit puberty and his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a few weeks. It was hard for him not to ask the guy how he’d gotten two chins.

“Got it?”

“Wha-?” He was knocked out of his reverie and frowned a little as the man fixed a glare on his face.

“Pay attention. I said, your partner will probably be here shortly. I’ll run down your assignment then.”

Edmund nodded and leaned back, closing his eyes and letting himself fall into some sort of daze. It was marginally better than actually listening to whatever that crap was on the radio currently. And then focusing on the man’s unnecessary shuffling of papers. The guy didn’t have to pretend. He knew it was just to make him seem like he was doing something worthwhile.
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ooc| seriously. dismemberment, ftw. 8D

Isabelle let go of the breath she hadn't been aware she had been holding when the receptionist called the monster-boy up and had directed him to another room. Without him there reminding her of terrible things best left unseen or unremembered if one had the great misfortune of seeing it, it was much easier to breathe. She was even able to muster an enthusiastic smile for the crotchety-looking woman sitting at the desk when her own name was called: "Miss Dove?"

"Just take this slip of paper and head into that office over there," the woman instructed, and for a moment panic gripped her as she stared at the room - had that been the one that boy had gone into? She - she couldn't be near him, not after the nightmare and God, why did Fate want to screw with her today of all days?

"Thank you," she told the receptionist as she headed for the closed door. She had to get a grip on herself. She had to ignore whatever little twisted fantasy had gone on last night and focus on now, on her new job and not on the person it was her civic duty to turn into the police - if they could even contain something like him. If he was even a him. Or human, for that matter. She doubted it - nobody could be that beautiful or that strong, except maybe that girl on Heroes.

Steeling herself she opened the door, she was at once unsettled by the boy - but it was okay. He was probably just new, his first day on the job, just like herself. It didn't mean anything - only that the rather heavy man in the chair was going to brief them together before sending them on their separate ways.

Approaching the desk, she markedly ignored the boy-thing and introduced herself to the man.

"Good morning, Mr. Putnam, I'm Isabelle Dove," she said. When Mr. Putnam shook her proffered hand, she took a seat and waited for him to get on with whatever he had to say.
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ooc. I try. 8D
...I guess. ._.

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"Good morning, Mr. Putnam. I'm Isabelle Dove."

His interest in the place rose. Isabelle Dove? It was a nice name. He hadn't heard anyone with that name in a very long time. Especially someone who introduced themselves with it. Usually they used a nickname. Although it was technically a place of business...Not only did the woman have a nice name, she had a pretty voice. Hadn't heard that in a long time, either. Much better than the Putnam guy's.

Edmund sat a few more moments with his eyes closed, trying to identify her movements by the discreet sounds she made that no one else would be able to hear. The sound of her clothes when she moved, the soft sounds her feet made when she took a small step. The sound the chair made when she sat next to him. And the beating of her heart...

Something was off with that last one. Her scent, voice, name...They all seemed good. But her heart was beating...Different. He crinkled his forehead the tiniest bit, not able to figure out exactly why. It was going too fast. He couldn't pick it out like that. Or, wait. That was the problem. Her heart was beating erratically off-pace. But why? It was just a newspaper office. With a nasty looking guy on the other end of the desk who was giving them assignments. It wasn't even an interview.

His eyes opened slowly, and looked at her out of the corner of his vision. She wasn't too bad looking, either. Though she looked pale as fuck and like she was about to either puke or crap herself. Something had a stick up her ass.

"So, you two will be working together on this one."

The man got his attention again with that statement. They'd be partners in crime? That was interesting. Maybe he could find out what had the chick so uptight, too.

"Now get out and get started."

That was fun.

He had actually been paying attention to what the man was saying. He ran it over in his head, and let out a huff. Some murder that happened last night. Even more fun.

Standing up, Edmund walked out the door of the office and waited for the girl to follow. When she emerged, he put on a soft smile and held out his hand.

"Well, guess we're working together. Name's Edmund."
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She was almost sure she could hear her heart beating in her ears; it was so loud, she was surprised that the other two people in the room couldn't hear it. She chided herself mentally for the ridiculous thought. Of course they couldn't hear it - they were all only human, after all, and no human she knew had such an acute sense of hearing. In addition, nothing she did gave the impression that she was having a minor freak out. For all intents and purposes, she looked perfectly calm - excited, even - and was listening intently to whatever Mr. Putnam was saying.

In actuality, every word that left his mouth went right over her head - something any normal person would probably regret later, but with her photographic memory, Izzy could easily recall whatever he had said later - like on the way to wherever she was to be reporting on later. Her mind was on more serious matters - like what the fuck was a murderer doing sitting next to her at her new job after plaguing her dreams in nightmare form all fucking night and why the hell hadn't she dialed 9-1-1 or something like that?

The hair, the posture - it matched the image in her mind perfectly, and yet… there was something just a little calmer about the guy sitting next to her - well of course there is, idiot. He isn't tearing apart some poor person from limb to limb! Well, yes that would certainly explain the difference in temperament -

Putnam's next words chased such thoughts from her mind, leaving only a blank sort of terror.

"You two will be working together on this one."

To her ears, the sentence was some kind of death warrant, or something equally as dangerous and undesirable. It took some effort to calm herself, to steady her voice as she stood and thanked Mr. Putnam before following the murderer out the door.

"Well, guess we'll be working together. Name's Edmund."

It was a nice enough name. Not the kind of name that a twisted serial killer would have. It reminded her of… oh, she didn't know - it just sounded like a respectable, sophisticated name, one that was somehow reassuring, just like the soothing 'I Sound Nothing Like Your Murderer' tone of voice. And it was polite - a little informal, but since they would be partners for the story they would be writing up for the newspaper, that was acceptable. And his smile was so soft and calm, that surely he couldn't have had anything to do with last night?

No, he definitely wasn't the same man. The two were just similar, that was all. Just. Similar.

She shook the proffered hand with one that shook slightly - imperceptibly, she hoped - and scrunched her nose slightly at the somewhat cold feel of it, like he had run them under freezing cold water for couple of seconds before smoothing out her features and managing to pull off a friendly, 'Pleased To Be Working With You - I Swear I'm Not Insane' smile.

"Like I said to Mr. Putnam, I'm Isabelle." She paused a moment, before -- she was unsure if she wanted to add her nickname. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have even had to think about it - Isabelle just sounded like such a stuffy name to her that she much preferred being called Izzy… but there was that small matter of her not really wanting to be all tight and familiar with a dismembering freak.

"My friends call me Izzy, though."

It was her personal declaration of war on her own over-imaginative mind. She was not going to give into the ridiculous idea that her new partner was some kind of insane murderer.
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Had something happened to the girl before she came here? To any other person she would seem perfectly fine, but he could sense all the little things. Her heart was still racing, her eyes were open wider than they should be, and under that expression she had on he could tell she was trying to calm herself down and failing.

His smile didn't falter when she grabbed his hand and scrunched up her nose. That was something most people did when they felt his skin. He had always just passed himself of being the opposite of those people who had core temperatures several degrees higher than everyone else. According to him, he was just lower by several degrees. Though it was much, much lower.

When he felt her hand shaking, though, his mind hesitated a bit. What had her so worked up? He chuckled a bit a the thought that maybe she was nervous because of him, but brushed the amusing thought away. She didn't seem butterflies-in-stomach scared, just scared. But why?

True, he could always read her thoughts and probe around in her head like an alien from "Destroy All Humans" or something. To him, that was the easy way out, though. If he read everyone's mind who he wanted to know something about (which wasn't many) then he'd have been bored a lot more often than he was already. Not only bored with "figuring out what he already knew", but with the person themselves. Once there was no mystery left about a person, what was left?

Plus, reading minds gave him wicked headaches. Which he didn't really understand, but he just went with it.

"Like I said to Mr. Putnam, I'm Isabelle."

She looked as though she was about to say something else, so he waited, but she hesitated. Edmund had to keep himself from raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"My friends call me Izzy, though."

That was it? She had hesitated and all she had to say was her nickname? He didn't mean to sound cruel or anything, even in his thoughts, but really? Something was up. And now, he was intent on finding out what. Without his special mind powers. Who needed mind beams when he could try to just coax it out of her other ways?

"Well, Izzy. It's nice to meet you," Edmund said, letting go of her hand. She was warm, too. "Do you think we should take off now, or do you want to wait a bit?"
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"Well, Izzy, it's nice to meet you."

Look! He was nice; he was polite, and normal, and normal. There was nothing, absolutely nothing wrong. There was no reason to freak out, and she was going to stop right now, but not like she had told herself to stop before and actually hadn't. She was done. For real. She was going to just… shut off her memory, and stick it in a box, and then seal the lid with super glue, wrap it up in duct tape, and bury ten feet under. She wasn't about to let some hellish encounter ruin what could be a friendly relationship with her new partner. She wasn't.

"Do you think we should take off now, or do you want to wait a bit?"

He had a nice smile. And a nice voice. And he was cute - and Izzy was going to get to know him as they worked together. It was going to be fun, except for the part where they were going to be reporting on a murder...

Her mind did a small double-take on that - she hadn't actually realized the implications of writing up an article on murder. Would - they wouldn't have to actually see the dead body, would they? Just… get some information about the victim, talk to the police? Make it out to be a mystery, or something?

"We should probably get going," Izzy said with a cheerful calmness that wasn't much more genuine than before, but at least there was actually a legitimate reason for her nervousness.

She headed out the door, before pausing with uncertainty.

Should they drive together, to be green and all?

The part of her that she'd stuffed in a box rattled its cage with a vehement fuck no, are you stupid? But the rest of her - the more rational part - was all for getting Edmund's opinion for the sakes of convenience, and global warming (and maybe there was a small, romantic part of her was swooning while suggesting yes yes yes yes - but if there was, it was very, very small.)

"Uhm… do you know where we're actually supposed to be heading?"

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"We should probably get going."

Edmund nodded, turning his smile up a bit. She was so nervous. He wasn't sure if it was making him antsy, too, or if he was just really curious. And right before she had answered, she seemed to have gotten a little worse, as if something else had started bothering her.

He was tempted to just search her thoughts for this new reason, but resisted. It wasn't worth the migraine or the time. And it wasn't as interest-grabbing as trying to figure out why she was on her toes all on his own, either. He took a deep mental breath, telling himself, "Patience, Edmund..."

"Alright, then. Ladies first."

Gesturing towards the door and bowing unnecessarily, he waited until she started to leave. Running through any reasons Isabelle would be so nervous in his head again, he followed her out the door. Another person might have nearly ran into her when she stopped, but he went to her side and lifted an eyebrow curiously without even thinking about it. No collisions here.

"Uhm...Do you know where we're supposed to be heading?"

Smirking, he nodded. "I know the place. Would you like to just ride with me?"

He knew the town well. He hadn't yet combed his memory to see where they were going to be going, but Edmund was confident he would know the place. And if all else failed, he could wing it. He'd find it eventually that way, and he was good at distracting people. No problem.

"Whether you do or not, follow me. At some point."

Instead of waiting for her reply to his question, he headed in the direction of his car, listening to see if he could tell where her footsteps would lead her. Let her do what-...

Wait. He had thought no problem, but...Where they were going. He almost froze himself when he realized it. Fifth and Wood Street...That was almost too close for comfort. Almost. He could stay cool. Nothing was wrong, anyway. There were plenty of murders in this town. It wasn't that one. Hah.

Other than the small hesitation he'd shown when he realized the general vicinity of where they were going, he pulled out his keys and unlocked his car without faltering. Edmund was good at acting calm. A pro. He needed to be, to have survived this long. Nothing was wrong. He was calm. At the very least, he was on the outside. Even though sometimes he was not quite there on the inside.
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ooc| for the sake of proving to edmund that izzy isn't a nervous wreck 24/7 8D -- & i felt the need to show of my 8th grade french. ;D

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"I know the place," he said without actually telling her where. Well - wasn't that helpful? "Would you like to just ride with me? Whether or not you do, follow me. At some point."

Izzy simply nodded her answer, not trusting herself to voice her consent without saying something inane and embarrassing in a voice that was unsteady while she attempted to fulfill the terms of her inner debate. She followed Edmund to his car in silence, until finally she found the nerve to ask, "So where are we going?"

While she waited for the answer, her phone suddenly blared some generic Verizon Wireless ringtone, sounding only slightly muffled in her bag.

"Ee!" she muttered in exclamation - hadn't she turned that off earlier? What if had gone off while she'd been in the office? Turning to Edmund, she smiled apologetically with a quick "I'm sorry - do you mind?" that as only a polite nicety because she was already searching for her phone. The ring sounded a third time before she found it, checked the caller ID, rolled her eyes and slid it open. She pitched her voice an octave higher when she answered, "Oui?"

"Oh sorry, wrong numb-"
"C'est moi, asshole," she interrupted, voice dropping to its normal tone.
"Oh hey, Iz - what's with the animosity I'm sensing?"
"Oh I wonder."
"Humor me."
"Does my alarm clock and Miley Cyrus ring a bell?"
"Uh… yeah well you gotta get over here."
"Where's here?"
"Fifth and Wood Street."

Her heart skipped a beat, and it was hard to keep her tone light as she answered.

"Right, I'm working now. We can go there later."

She slid the phone shut without waiting for a response before forcing away thoughts of what she'd seen happen at Fifth and Wood Street.

"Sorry about that. So, where are we headed to again?"
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