The Murder She Thought [Open]

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She had long legs, olive skin, dark raven hair and luscious lips. Thomas was admiring a beautiful young lady sitting at a table across from his in a ritzy restaurant in the nicer end of the Saunders District. He admired her neck, so slim yet so appealing. He had a thing for necks, a part of the body so sensitive that with the right touch her could make a person swoon or crush their windpipe.

She seemed to be dining alone, which was quite odd until an older gentleman, old enough to be her father approached and joined her with a kiss. Thomas then suddenly became furious. What is something as beautiful as her doing with a man with half a leg in the morgue? Is it money? Its money! Has to be... Thomas then finished off his moskato wine then slowly placing the wine glass back to the clothed table. He began to stare at the woman, hardly blinking until she noticed his gaze. She kept looking down and up and crack a smile, liking the attention. She likes what she sees, yet she is still with grandpa... 

The waitress then returned to his table and offered more wine and informed him his entrée would be out soon. She was beautiful herself with beautiful blonde curls and a full face. You're going to want me, sweetie... Thomas, still remaining eye contact with the woman grabs the waitress' hand and begins to slowly kiss it. The woman now has a disgruntled look on her face and returns her attention back to her husband. Thomas chuckles while still kissing the waitress' hand as she laughs a shy chuckle herself.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Asked Thomas still keeping eye contact with the woman from the table across as she sipped on her cocktail. The young waitress replied softly. "Michele..." Thomas gave her a smile. She seems white trash, definitely not from Gotham. Smallville perhaps? Thomas then rose from his seat still holding Michele's hand and glancing at the woman from the beginning of our scenario. "Michele? May I pay my compliments to the chef?" He said in a soft comforting voice. "But... you didn't even eat yet..." Thomas shook his head grabbing the woman's other hand in his own. "I know, he is a friend of mine, it will only take a second..." The waitress hesitated. "Yes, you can... right this way..." Thomas then thanked her and then followed her lead to the kitchen.

Entering the hallway of the kitchen Thomas then suddenly  forces the woman into the wall and holds her arms behind her back, the woman goes to scream but Thomas head butts her from behind. "Listen here bitch! You are going to kill the old man with the woman at the table next to mine, I want him dead by the time his desert arrives. I know he will get a desert, the old bastard looked at the desert menu numerous times. I don't care how you do it, just get it done. If you can't then I will kill you eventually... Got it?"

The woman nervously does a simple nod, breathing heavily. "For your own safety, no one should know about our little conversation right? You're just a simple serial killer targeting her next victim, right?" The woman confused. "Wha... what?" Thomas now bashing her head lightly on the wall. "I said you're a serial killer, a murderer just about to kill her next victim. That's who you are now, that's your mentality. Understand?" The woman terrified. "UNDERSTAND!" The woman now shivering. "Yes...." Thomas smiled. "Good, now you got a job to do. Good luck... By the way you are a terrible human being..." He then released her and returned to his table, pouring himself another glass of wine then taking a sipping as he swirls it around in its glass. The waitress slowly emerges from the hallway, trying to act like everything is normal, avoiding eye contact with Thomas.

Thomas then simply smiles.

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She had to play the part. Young, airhead heiress who has never lifted a finger in her life. Honestly, it was the life that Linsey might have fantasized at one point. If her ability were not so painful to endure she might consider adorning such a persona for a more permanent period of time, but for now – it was just a temporary escape. With the newest advances to the city, her standing with Cobblepott was uncertain. She wanted to ensure she could continue to pay for her father’s hospice and medication as well as maintain her lavish lifestyle. The resourceful woman thought back to her roots, conducting cons on Gotham’s rich and elite in order to gain easy access to their trust funds and bank accounts.

Currently, she sat cuddled up next to a man who could hardly zip his pants up by himself. Linsey hadn’t invested much time on this one, but after sending his actual wife away on a one way trip into a trafficking ring, she now adorned the pretty young woman’s image and slipped herself into the picture. Tapping her perfectly manicured hands against the edge of the table, she examined the expensive ring that was displayed on her finger. It was a lovely collection of diamonds, a custom made wedding ring for a relationship that was promised to be short lived. As her ‘husband’ continued to eyeball the desert menu, Linsey’s eyes began to wander.

She was quickly captivated by a man seated across the way. Playing that part, she looked down, trying to hide the smile that was obvious pulled at the corners of her large red lips. As she glanced back up to be captured once more by his charming disposition, she was just in time to observe him now flirting with the waitress, running his soft lips up the length of her arm. Goosebumps surfaced on her tanned skin and she averted her gaze once more. Linsey could feel her cheeks growing warm as she forced a nervous chuckle at the scene.

What was she doing? She was being foolish. Turning her body back to face her temporary husband, she engaged in some half-assed conversation, her eyes occasionally darting toward the retreating couple. Pretending to be distracted by her cellphone, she simply couldn’t tolerate the oaf’s boorish presence any longer. “Excuse me for a moment darling, my mummy is calling. I’ll be right back.” She planted a light peck on his cheek, leaving the faint mark of her lipstick on his round, wrinkly cheeks.

Going out of her way to walk past the pretty boy’s table, she sent a playful smile in his direction. “Your tie is crooked.” The dark-haired beauty taunted. She started toward the bathroom, intent on getting rid of the empty vial that sat inside the contents of her purse. It was a substance she had been slipping into his drink for the past few days and the effects were slowly but surely eating away at the last of the man’s health and stamina. One more dose was sure to put a lethal amount into his system – and that was sure to come with dessert.


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