Who: Solomon and Jack Corbinian What: Walking away from a body Where: Shopping district When: Early evening Warnings: A dead body
When Solomon killed, there was no rush. There was no adrenaline. There was just a sense of purpose during and a lingering sense of satisfaction after. Bastard got what he deserved for raping that young girl. He left his calling card in the man's coat pocket, a sturdy piece of white card stock with the man's crime and for remembrance, as a reminder printed on it. The man's body looked fine, really, until you got close enough to it. The skin was untouched, but the insides... well, they weren't as structured as once they'd been.
Slipping his hands into the pockets of his black slacks, Solomon excited the alley, stepping onto a street full of oblivious people. They had no idea what he was. It was refreshing at the same time it was irritating. A woman walking down the street smiled at him and bit her lip. Disgusted, he turned away, scanning the street for something, anything, interesting. Seeing nothing, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and, after a few minutes fumbling, managed to get the Google Maps application open. Technology wasn't alien to him, but he hadn't ever had a lot of it.
He managed to convince the app to tell him points of interest in the surrounding area, and discovered there was a used bookstore a block away. Seeing as he had nothing decent to read, going there seemed like a fine way to spend his time. Satisfied, he slipped his phone in his coat pocket, and made his way toward the store.