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1964- RP
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Marci turned to face Edmund. She was a bit confused on why he wanted what she ordered, but thought nothing of it. She sighed and looked around, wondering if she should stay. One of her favorite songs was playing on the radio, so it set a nice mood for her. She sat down at a booth and began to sip on her shake.
“Alright, one medium strawberry milkshake coming up!” The man grinned and grabbed a cup.
"One medium Vanilla milkshake, please!" Winston ordered, a smile present on his face. That's right. Just smile a warm, jovial smile and act stupid and all suspicions on you will cease; that was the thing about himself that he learnt at such a very young age. It was probably because of the way he dressed, maybe even his slight baby fat on his cheeks too, or maybe his all-smiles and friends persona that he uses on the daily that made no one believe that he could be the bad guy. And the way he would apologize like he meant it, although he didn't, seemed very plausible too.
But if he was caught murdering someone, he could drop that false persona, no?
Something that feels as good as this, there is nothing else like it, right?
As night fell over the town in a blanket of sleep, a cloaked figure slipped through the streets, bare feet skipping over rough ground. Nimble legs carried the figure to a door, a delicate hand softly knocking on the wood. A beat later, the door opened as the figure removed their hood, brown hair spilling down in a neat braid, an older white male standing behind the threshold. A hushed conversation exchanged between them before the figure was let into the home with an arm around their waist. A few hours later, the door creaked own again and the figure slipped back out, not a hair out of place and a smile gracing their lips. The night turned a blind eye to the red running down the grooves of the wooden door, to the liquid seeping into brown cloth. And the darkness hiding crime and death within her cloak, only to be revealed when morning's shining light pulled apart the curtains

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