Removing
@leggo PE from the equation was fairly simple.
They were already angry about not winning charades that while everyone else flocked to
@Will.I.Am for the chance of a one-on-one date (or the director’s chair, in
@Audi driver, P.E.’s case),
@leggo PE moved away to silently contemplate where they went wrong in their life. Leaving them alone and vulnerable, in a blood-spattered evening gown that was yet to be replaced by hair and makeup.
The killer grinned as they stepped forward from the shadows, ready to make this quick and semi-painless. Maybe they could stuff the body somewhere a little less conspicuous than a garbage can this time?
As they followed,
@leggo PE turned with their eyes narrowed and body falling naturally into a fighting pose.
“Didn’t you overhear my personal bio? I’m trained in 18-different types of martial arts.” They smirked and their body leapt into action, a flurry of fists and muted grunts as they forced their would-be attacker backwards. A ***, a cross, followed by a roundhouse kick made them stumble into the wall, winded.
@leggo PE stalked closer, ready to end this. It was kill or be killed and
@leggo PE was ready to try and make this dating competition more sportsman like.
They surged forward, ready to end things with a knee to the gut, only to howl in pain when their knee cap slammed into something unyielding and much tougher than a soft stomach. They hobbled backwards, bottom half of their right leg holding no weight, and suddenly they realized that this was part of a plan. That their ambitious rush at the killer had led them into a more secluded area. Somewhere that wouldn’t be investigated and was far away form the on-site toilets, where people were always loitering.
The killer smirked, hand going up to unfasten the strap holding up the gown halter top. One part of the thin fabric drooped down under its own weight, showing off a slither of gun metal gray body armor (strapless, of course, so there were no tan lines). Then the hem of the dress was swept to the side so the leg slit could widen and show off the arsenal of weaponry strapped to a panty-hosed leg. A hand ever so delicately pulled itself across the tactical gear and firearms.
It was amazing how much could be hidden under an evening gown.
Before
@leggo PE was able to turn, the killer threw one of the dozens of throwing knives strapped to their person. One hit their throat, effectively silencing any calls for help. The next bounced off the skull but left behind a huge gash from temple to chin that blinded
@leggo PE in one eye. The next three buried solidly with a thunk in
@leggo PEs chest. The remainder found their mark in one way or another.
The killer approached on kitten-heeled feet to the gasping kung-fu master, looking down with a smirk. “This isn’t the movies. Turns out kicking someone doesn’t work too well when you can’t even stand, eh?” The small pistol and silencer, that had somehow been nestled in the bosom of the killer, finished the job. The killer readjusted themselves before they joined the others, making sure everything was tucked and smooth in case they had to take a quarter-view shot.
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@leggo PE [/SIZE]
was killed by the mafia last night.
The remaining players are:
@jean15paul_PE, @blybrook PE,
@Roarbark,
@chart94,
@txjennah PE,
@tj_PE,
@NikR_PE,
@Spickett,
@RBHeadge PE,
@vhab49_PE,
@MadamPirate, and
@Audi driver, P.E.