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    [font=times new roman] Attention all citizens of Los Angeles, this is not a test. Due to a spontaneous occurrence of murders at relatively simultaneous times in wide arrays of distance, it has been brought to our attention that we are not dealing with one serial killer, but many. The police department is working feverishly to get down to the bottom of this heinous turmoil of events and bring the group of psychopaths to justice. Until then, we require that when night prevails, all citizens must return home and lock all passages of entry into their homes. If, for any reason, one feels overwhelmed or suspicious about anything, do not hesitate to call the police. Again, this is not a test, this is not a joke. We, as a city, are overwhelmed. We are outgunned."


    The Family Code
    " Do not compromise the family. "
    " Do not expose the family "
    " Do not kill law enforcement unless necessary. "


    The family is composed of an entire group of serial killers, rapists, burglars, and any criminal you could possibly think of. Often hunted down in forests and abandoned hotel complexes, the family actually resides within an abandoned insane asylum that most Los Angeles residents have forgotten. Coated by thick foliage, the insane asylum is situated at the end of a dirt road, which has been closed off by a metal gate for a five decades. Only few teenagers and journalists have ventured down the worn, dirt pathway and have entered the territory of the murderous. Those who have, however, have never escaped to tell the tale. Whether they're still alive, only those inside know. Killing is not done exclusively there, of course. They have practically claimed the entire city as their own, pressuring citizens to lock their windows and doors at night and bring their beloved dogs inside.


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    Victoria smirked at the tv screen ''Other murder other day when will justice be served ?'' The news reporter asked seriously ''Never it's our playground now b#tch.'' Victoria muttered under her breath before stroking her hair and getting to her feet. Grabbing a pocket knife and her leather jacket. ''I'll be home soon enough. With love Toria'' she wrote a note though she didn't think anyone would ether way as she walked out of the dim lit house. She wandered into the streets walking the streets like cat but viewing the fat cats and their way too young wives made her want to scream bloody murder but instead made her smile as she grabbed her pocket knife but not taking it out. She looked around before seeing a fat cat alone and huffing a cigar walking over with a sweet smile on her lips ''Hello handsome.'' She whispered into his ear he chuckled ''h handsome '' he gushed Victoria's smile turned deadly wielding out the knife she sliced his throat.Grabbing as much money out of his pockets ''Nightie night you dam# pig a##ed B@stard.''' She hissed before running into the shadows. Though in the board of daylight no one seemed to see the girl nor man but soon a blood curdling scream was heard and the murderess was long gone by then. [/fancypost]


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    A slight skuddle can be heard, if you really listen, which most of the ignorant people walking blindly on the street, weren't. Landon Jason DeVore, a name not comonly spoken by normal people. But then again, most people he knew weren't normal. In fact, most people he knew, were far from normal. Landon slipped through a creeky, metal door, and into a room made of glass and tile. He turned a few corners, before walking into a unused room, people flowing in and out of it. He slipped past the crowds, silently. I grasped a note in his hand, hidden by his back jean pocket. He wormed his way through the crowd, ever closer to Nicolai, who he may have some very important information. He gave a nod as a greeting, to the lead criminal.
    "I have some very important informantion for you." He said softly, and almost rushed.



    Reanion and Violet Ray
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    COMING SOON!!!!!!!! (VERY LOW INSPERATION!))))))

  • I will post tomorrow. My muse should be better by then.

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    Landon shook his head slightly, and tryed to hide his worry. "Today, the new traniee," He began, refering to a young boy, whom he was training to be a pickpocket, and an information reciever. "he was caught, taking a wallet, and was taken away. I think it was to the lab." The lab was a horrible place, where they took crimanals, and experemented on them. They created chemicaly altered creatures. Covered in burns a boils. Everyone knows that people who go in, never come out. Ever.


    (TIS THE LAB VIOLET AND REANION'S DAD WORKS AT!!!!!)

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    Victoria entered the hideout and sighed though hearing Landon and the boss speak was interesting. She just turned on the t/v ''Hmm more more murders where's the sitcoms?'' Victoria growled under her breathe. Wonder who that fat cat was anyway he had a ring so his wife is gonna be hella happy when she hears he's dead after all I did all the dirty work but then again he was looking for strippers typical men. Victoria though she took out her blade still sticky with blood. She grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning ''Wonder what's going to happen next in this bloody wonderful wonderland.'' She said aloud with a smirk on her red lips.
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    Landon shook his head in disagreement. "This boy knows where this asslyum is. If they break him, all of us are dead. I'm asking for permission to go in, slit the boy's throat, and get out before anyone notices. Much cleaner, and faster than a rescue." Landon replied quickly. He clutched the rim of his back pocket, nervously. He tried to put the family before him most, but it was often hard. He was not the selfless type. He joined the family for protection, nothing more, and often found himself sturggeling to help the family.