{ / a wild rp starter appeared! }
Sickening cracks and snaps, bloodcurdling screams and shrieks of misery and utter agony and fear, blood spattering all over the place...there was another victim. Another sickening crack was heard before all had fell silent...as well as the heavy breathing of a certain person. Licking his bloodied lips and licking the blood off of his fingers, the burling Russian straightened his posture to survey the scene that he had caused. Not to bad. Person was practically beaten to death beyond recognition, cloaked in blood, and...completely broken looking. That made him smile. They wouldn't be able to identify whoever had been brutally murdered. He threw his bloodied pipe over his shoulder, and looked behind him. No one had stopped at the darkened alley way to see what all the fuss was about. Then he looked up. No one had looked out of their windows to see what the screaming and..cracks were about. Perfect. No one was going to know of this, until someone ventured down here only to see what lay before them. Walking out, there were hardly any people on the streets, let alone any cars driving alone the road. Scanning the area, he froze a bit when seeing the familiar figure standing on the opposite side of the street. Natalya. What was she doing here, and why? He disappeared into the shadows once more, but not enough so that he wouldn't be able to see her. He didn't want his little sister to see him like this. That was the last thing he wanted...other to be put to death by the police and such. Muttering curses to himself under his breath, he backed up some more, until he was back where the body was. He was going to stay back there until his sister left, and the coast was clear.