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     ❛ if she was a great fuck? naaahhh, i’d leave her around for a bit longer, have another go at her before i killed her. ❜ he responds with easy casualness  and a slight wave of his hand. he’d killed girls before, for less completely by accident most of the time. ❛ especially if she’s got those nice, proper, perfect sitting tits, you know? a nice fit, little lady. ❜ he asked, teeth catching his lip, fingers gesturing rudely. 

        ❛ best fuck you'd probably ever find.  too bad she's dead. ❜ he doesn't feel that much remorse for what he did, given that she was actually something serious.  ❛ she did, nice perky ones. small, but perfect. her ass was a different story. ❜   it was a nice change to be talking so openly about this without the paranoia it'd be in the paper. unless this guy was going to sell what he had just said. there were ways of GETTING RID of people, he knew how.

                    No one ever asked that before; no one gave a shit. ❝ Oh, well, I prefer writing. So anchor. ❞ Plus, she was treated like a peasant by most of the crew, especially the anchors. They had over-inflated egos from getting two minutes of airtime a week —— so they treated most people like shit. Charlotte cleared her throat, sheepish because she knew he was constantly harassed about his legal troubles… though she had different reasons to take interest. ❝ About what may or may not have happened. —————Off the record. ❞

       ❛ if you like writin' why not be like, a journalist? work for the paper or some magazine. ❜ usually people wanting answers get distracted by attention being given to them. it's a tactic that worked well, most of the time anyways. he was used to it though, being chased for a new story, cameras in his face. she had the decency to ASK FIRST if it was alright. intriguing to him.  ❛ righ' well you just wan' to ask all abou' tha' here? ❜  sure there was the concern for people recording it on their phones, or another person hearing & selling the story.

      “I’m not asking for an interview, you dimwit.” Blair could write a five page essay in MLA format on what’s not to like about this man. “… and so you assume every person that makes eye-contact is interested in a Q&A session — ?” Mind you, it’s been less than a minute. “Even if I did have questions and concerns — which I don’t! — I wouldn’t need to consult the man, because there’s this new innovative search engine called Bing …”

        ❛ well with recent events 'm allowed assumin' so.. especially one so poorly dressed. ❜ finally turned to face the irritant, it's his surprise they happen to have "that look". if it weren't for that IRKSOME tone, taking a bash at her head would've gone swell. to watch blood pool around her hair.  ❛ the man? who the hell uses Bing, you know google is still a search engine..? are you mental? ❜   and so he begins to laugh, amused by the thought or her being mentally unstable.

                    ❝ Yeah. Yeah, you probably have ——— I’m a camera operator, but I sub in for the anchors sometimes. ❞ Charlotte forced a smile, acting as if she took his statement as a compliment; but really, she felt her stomach FLIP just from someone’s eyes glazing over her body. ❝ Oh, sure. I don’t want to take up to much of your time, but I was wondering if we could sit down and talk — sometime. ❞

        ❛ which is it you wan'to do? camera or anchor. ❜ he noticed this smile, it felt odd, not ordinary. either way it was ignored. smiles were given to him all the time, one petty girls false smile wouldn't do much, it'd only make him strive for her to leave on her own. so she didn't like compliments? he'd probably push them..  ❛ abou' wha' exactly..? ❜ murder trial? rape trial? it's all anyone            any reporter, news host, or whatever person that typed up a story wanted to talk about. billionaires son on trial again for the fourth time.