#plaguelaboratories

Closed Starter for @thehatakefamily

Some would call her a monster, and some may call her a savior for her abilities as she looked in the mirror of the rundown off-the-books apartment of New York City.

The file had been given to her a couple days ago and there wasn't much. Somebody wanted a man dead. Not just any man, someone who pissed enough people to collect on a bounty. A hefty one. However, it didn't help when there was only a mention of a nickname. No doubt, not true to its name. The Devil.

Kyra had contacts in the black market but most were reluctant to even utter the name. Leaving the bathroom, she exited out of the apartment, and out of the building. Every second lost, was one more reason on not finding him sooner.

As she walked through the streets of good old New York city, she kept to herself, keeping her hands in her pockets, careful to not make contact with anyone.

The wave of coffee and baked goods wafted into the air and she stopped in her tracks, seeing the around the corner cafe. She hadn't had a decent meal for who knows how long. But the world revolved around money, she didn't have any, the lab made sure the specimens didn't get anything.

Open RP

The male had been enjoying his time away from the laboratory, an all-expenses paid trip to a hotel. A little skeptical at first, but Josan decided to go due to the fact that the five-star hotel had a pristine pool, undisturbed.

He had been swimming for what would be hours to a normal person but for him it was never enough. Emerging from the depths of chlorine scented waters, his gaze focused on the individual standing over to the side.

"I knew it was too good to be true. I guess I should thank you for your patronage." He said. He hated that word.

Closed Starter for @siiinfully

What a nuisance, another day, another job, another target. As he perched from the rooftops, he scoped out the target down below, a gratified man who owed some people money. One who wasn't willing to pay up, a shame really.

As he had one foot off the ledge of a rooftop, he didn't need to be close to taking out his target. The shadows of the dark knew everything. A friend of unimaginable force, drowning in a simple void, was a quiet death.

He was about to strike, but what's this? It seems his target is a stalker too. How original, cornering the girl in a dark alleyway. His target guilty, the girl innocent.

With the motion of his hand, and like clockwork, it grabbed hold of the man and swallowed up the target whole without as much as a squeak. And like a good friend, helped him appear around the corner of the alleyway. Now, back to the lab like good specimen.

He walked by as if it was nothing, as if he didn't just kill a man, catching her gaze.

Oh dear. It seems someone had been caught in a trap. She thought as she smiled wryly into the screen that overlooked the players that wanted to try out her escape room.

It seemed to be all the rage, not to mention the profit increase around this time of the year. Halloween. Still only being able to run an escape room at barely reaching adulthood, she didn't even need to look back.

Taking a long drag of the cigarette, this was the life, just relaxing back and letting his mind laze around.