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Post by MIRACH DIA on Nov 22, 2013 22:12:43 GMT -8
Mirach snorted. “We do.” She offered him the towel once she was done, fully intending to grab a garbage bag downstairs and dispose of it with the rest of the trash later. It was not a good idea to leave any evidence behind, not even a towel, and she had been doing this sort of work for so long that she was well versed in the ways of proper corpse disposal. The blood was still fresh too, which would make it relatively easy to bleach and scrub out. Her only regret was that she could not properly harvest the organs like she wanted to, because they honestly did not have the proper containment boxes, her nice tools, or the ice for such a thing. In the meantime, her mind ran through the usual follow up routine, her eyes narrowing as she reconsidered their every movement and action in this room. Ammonia would ruin any traces of DNA evidence that remained after a thorough bleaching, and of course, she’d do a quick sweep for fingerprints and such too, wiping them clean of furniture and door handles and effectively erasing any trace of their involvement. It would take a little bit of time, but it would get done. Her gaze skipped to the main room and the mess they made, the body still wide open, looking as if it had been eviscerated by a couple of predators. In some ways it had.
“They’ll have some chemicals we can make use of downstairs,” she said absently, unable to hide an impulsive shiver. The adrenaline hadn’t quite worn off yet, and the faint energy buzzed around in her head, making the whole scenario seem surreal. Mirach didn’t care if Jun Shi noticed or not; the simple fact of the matter was that she was satisfied. It was a good buzz—not the kind you wanted gone. “If I had my usual equipment it would have been much easier buuuut,” she drawled, “I don’t. We’ll have to do it the old fashioned way,” she said to Jun Shi. “At least if you’re done having fun,” she added, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I have to say, I think I’ve spoiled you tonight, Little Phoenix.” She dropped his nickname on purpose, more than amused. “You owe me one next time, sir.” She dipped her hands under the water one last time and flicked her fingers toward him, deliberately getting his face wet and smirking as she leaned back against the bathroom wall afterward. “You have some blood on your chin, by the way.”
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Nov 23, 2013 10:58:20 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia time: May 11th, 11PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Jun Shi washed off his hands in the sink, scrubbing up to the elbows and watching the rusty red whirl down the drain. It smelled; he never quite got used to the scent of rot and death despite being elbow deep in it as a job. He was much more of a fan of rain, or fresh, crisp scents that indicated cleanliness. He was, after all, a hygienic gentleman.
A glance behind him told him that the body was still there. Jun Shi, of all his experience with dead bodies and their disposal, still got a tad paranoid when he remained with the evidence for more than half an hour. He wanted it quick, dirty and then he was gone like a shadow or a whisper. He was never caught because of his sheer refusal to remain anywhere near the scene, among other things.
Despite all that, there was never any real planning. He made a lot up as he went along.
Jun Shi grinned to himself, starting to whistle a little tune as he picked up the towel Mirach offered and dried off his arms. Perfectly clean, even under the nails, having made sure to scrub under there. ”Well, old fashioned is always good, now is it?” He didn’t usually do his own cleanup, but he’d make the exception this time.
He grinned over at her, but snorted and recoiled when she proceeded to flick water in his face before mentioning the blood on his chin. Oh, yes, that would be an awkward thing to walk out with, now would it? He leaned over the sink and quickly rubbed it off his skin.
”C’mon then, let’s get back to work. Where can we find those chemicals, hm?”
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Nov 23, 2013 22:07:50 GMT -8
“Very good. Old fashioned corpse disposal keeps you on your toes,” Mirach said, smiling. She watched as he momentarily jerked after she flicked water at his face, and then she pushed away from the wall, all seriousness. “I’ll get us some gloves, but we throw away everything. You just worry about grabbing the chemicals while I get the garbage bags; make sure to pour some of the bleach down the sink. C’mon.” She led him out of the room and down a few floors to the basement area where most of the supplies were kept. They weren’t bothered by anyone, in fact one man stepped out of the way to let them pass, wearing a complete look of indifference and crossing his arms over his chest as Mirach led Jun Shi down. Clearly, she could do as she pleased in this building. There were plenty of supplies here, and she pointed out the chemicals to Jun Shi while she gathered garbage bags and tossed him a pair of gloves so that he wouldn’t get fingerprints, or blood, on anything else while they cleaned.
It was actually a very meticulous, boring process by the time they got back up there and started the work, but it was relief after a while that the room stopped smelling like decay and instead reeked of fake lemon polish, bleach and ammonia. She cracked the window at one point to air out the room and then after some final touch ups, the place looked normal again. Well. Barring the giant black trash bags that might have had a corpse and body-bits stuffed into them. “Go ahead,” she said, casting her partner a side glance, “you can say it, Jun Shi. I’m good.” She was actually somewhat exhausted, but in a relatively good mood in spite of it. Sadly enough, she would have to get going soon. “Let’s grab the bags and dump what’s left. And next time we’re out, I pick, and you deliver.” She laughed. “I think I might have had a bit too much fun, actually. Lucky me.”
She grabbed what she could and started to head downstairs, but only after dropping off the chemicals that they hadn’t needed, and by the time she was again in the back alleys and had finished with their work, she breathed in the fresh air, an excited shiver quivering down her back.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Nov 24, 2013 10:49:51 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia time: May 11th, 11PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Jun Shi might’ve been a bit spoiled in the aspect of corpse disposal. He always hired people to do it for him so there would be nothing to trace back to him. People were disposable after the fact, and he’d worked with the ones he did for a fair amount of time. He could get his hands dirty, he just found no need to when he had others who could do it for him.
But what sort of gentleman would he be if he let Mirach do all the heavy lifting?
Various rancid and too-clean smelling chemicals were quickly snapped up from a storage room. Did they just leave these things lying around for anybody to take? Jeez, no wonder this place was filled to the brim with less than agreeable looking folk. He supposed he was included in that group, though. Whatever the reason happened to be, the place had proven to be a viable place for cleanup and disposal.
Which, for the next hour, was all they did. Hacking apart limbs and shoving it all into bags, gloved up to the elbows and pouring horrible smelling liquids all over everything. Even the lemon stuff made him wrinkle his nose. For about half an hour, the small room smelled like a confusing mix of iron, synthetic lemons and the brimstones of hell.
The bags went into the dumpster in the alley downstairs, and Jun Shi breathed in the night air with welcome relief. He was starting to get a tad lightheaded from that stink, after all.
”Well, would that be all for the night?”
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Dec 3, 2013 18:04:40 GMT -8
“One would hope so,” Mirach said, lifting one hand toward her face to sweep a few bangs out of her eyes. She was smiling, amused, but there was also a touch of fatigue in her tone, suggesting that while it had been a lot of fun, there had also been a lot of work involved. She could still detect hints of cleaner on her hands, even if she had dumped her gloves and the chemicals in the storage room moments before and scrubbed her palms squeaky clean afterward. And yet, the polished scents still lingered. Mirach knew the aroma would eventually fade, and compared to the synthetic smells that had permeated that room upstairs, she would be fine. Skid Row’s streets smelled crisp and fresh by comparison, particular when she remembered the rotting odor of blood and guts that had been all over that place only an hour or so ago. She shrugged. “There’s only so much that can be done in one night,” she admitted, flicking her gaze toward him. “But it was fun, yeah? That’s what counts.”
And as far as dates went—that one was more exhilarating than she expected.
The smart thing for the two of them to do now would be to get out of the area as quickly as possible; Mirach knew better than to linger. The distant sounds of the city—of tires crawling or zipping down the streets, the rush of air a speeding vehicle left behind, the sound of broken snores from people sleeping on the street, the clatter caused by a cat that curiously peeked around a garbage bin and knocked something over its path—they were all reminders that life and time waited for no one. Maybe before heading back she’d stop by that garden she wanted to see and temporarily reflect on the finer points of the night, but for the moment, she glanced over at Jun Shi from over the collar of her jacket, smirking. “Let’s go then, novio. Before another lost lamb catches your eye.”
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Dec 3, 2013 19:33:38 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia time: May 11th, 11PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Jun Shi still felt kind of gross. No matter how much scrubbing he did, he always felt a little physically dirty after. Mentally he was frolicking in fields of flowers; he loved the natural adrenaline high that came with the chase, the kill and the rest, but the cleanup always put him off a bit. It was one thing to kill a man, but it was another thing entirely to deal with the corpse. He wasn’t squicked by gore, as he just demonstrated, but he still found the smell rather gross anyways.
”Fun, but still gross smelling.” He took a sniff at his hands. They smelled of fake lemons and bleach and to him that was rather nauseating. ”I always hated this part, you know. I almost never do it myself.”
Still, Skid Row didn’t smell much better. There was the scent of rot lingering just outside, hinting but never quite there. Garbage and refuse remained pungent and sickly sweet. Jun Shi wrinkled his nose just a little, taking a step into the bright light of a street lamp.
A small grin was shot at Mirach and he extended a hand towards her. ”Come on, then. Let’s go see that garden of yours.”
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