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Poppy
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- Joined
- Sep 5, 2017
The Hotel Renaissance certainly was the sort of place you went if you were looking for a five star hotel experience. It was a hotel that most law enforcement didn’t even know the location of, but rumors of what happened there was known far and wide. In this district of Bay City, if you wanted something illegal, this was the place to go. There were bars, gambling dens, brothels and more. If you were looking to hide out from the authorities, there was no better lodging than the Hotel Renaissance. Of course, the decor was a hodge podge of different styles, as nothing was ever replaced unless it was splattered in gore.
Room 306 was permanently rented out by a 24 year old girl named Kaiya Shino. This certainly was not her home, but a place for her to meet with any prospective clients. It also doubled as her preferred location to do any and all torture or killings, not wanting to bring that sort of trouble to her home. There was also a convenient laundry chute on every floor that had been repurposed for the sole task of dumping bodies or other evidence. There was a “cleaning crew” in the basement, who took the time to dissolve the corpses and incriminating evidence before flushing them down the drains of Bay City.
The 24 year old beauty was the star assassin for the Renaissance gang, their go to girl. She had long, black hair so dark that when the light hit it just right, it turned blue. She had blue eyes, obviously only half Japanese. Her body was tight and toned, currently wearing a button down blouse and pencil skirt to meet her prospective client. The buttons were barely able to stay closed over her bountiful breasts, her legs showing some light scarring due to the battles she had won. Perhaps, if life had been kinder to her, she could have been scouted for a model.
She was passing the time by smoking a cigarette, checking the time on her cell phone frequently. If the man was late, she would leave. And his money that he spent just to arrange this meeting with the premiere assassin of Bay City would have been wasted. Upon his arrival to the hotel, he would be escorted up to her room by two employees. Of course, that wouldn’t be before throwing a black bag over his head. It wouldn’t do for him to see something he wasn’t supposed to.
Kaiya, with all of her skills, was a very particular killer. She didn’t kill for money or for power. She used her skills to help bring justice to those who needed it, a twisted vigilante. Her blue eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, grinding her teeth by the incessant ticking. The young man had 10 more minutes before he would miss his chance at getting the revenge he so longed for.
The killer had been careful to read his file, but still required the in-person meeting to ensure that he was genuine. There had been plenty who hired her in the past, but lied about the true nature of the mission. Killing a notable politician was the job that made her top the most wanted lists. She had been told he was a child molester, and had been paid handsomely for the job. Her finely manicured nails tapped the worn wooden desk, figuring it had to be a beautiful piece for any room forty years ago.
A knock finally came to her door, and she snubbed out her cigarette. “Enter.” She spoke in English, straightening up as she watched the men escort the blinded young man into the room. Once he was in the chair on the opposite side of the room, the bag was yanked from his head and the pair stepped outside to wait until they were needed to escort him out.
Room 306 was permanently rented out by a 24 year old girl named Kaiya Shino. This certainly was not her home, but a place for her to meet with any prospective clients. It also doubled as her preferred location to do any and all torture or killings, not wanting to bring that sort of trouble to her home. There was also a convenient laundry chute on every floor that had been repurposed for the sole task of dumping bodies or other evidence. There was a “cleaning crew” in the basement, who took the time to dissolve the corpses and incriminating evidence before flushing them down the drains of Bay City.
The 24 year old beauty was the star assassin for the Renaissance gang, their go to girl. She had long, black hair so dark that when the light hit it just right, it turned blue. She had blue eyes, obviously only half Japanese. Her body was tight and toned, currently wearing a button down blouse and pencil skirt to meet her prospective client. The buttons were barely able to stay closed over her bountiful breasts, her legs showing some light scarring due to the battles she had won. Perhaps, if life had been kinder to her, she could have been scouted for a model.
She was passing the time by smoking a cigarette, checking the time on her cell phone frequently. If the man was late, she would leave. And his money that he spent just to arrange this meeting with the premiere assassin of Bay City would have been wasted. Upon his arrival to the hotel, he would be escorted up to her room by two employees. Of course, that wouldn’t be before throwing a black bag over his head. It wouldn’t do for him to see something he wasn’t supposed to.
Kaiya, with all of her skills, was a very particular killer. She didn’t kill for money or for power. She used her skills to help bring justice to those who needed it, a twisted vigilante. Her blue eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, grinding her teeth by the incessant ticking. The young man had 10 more minutes before he would miss his chance at getting the revenge he so longed for.
The killer had been careful to read his file, but still required the in-person meeting to ensure that he was genuine. There had been plenty who hired her in the past, but lied about the true nature of the mission. Killing a notable politician was the job that made her top the most wanted lists. She had been told he was a child molester, and had been paid handsomely for the job. Her finely manicured nails tapped the worn wooden desk, figuring it had to be a beautiful piece for any room forty years ago.
A knock finally came to her door, and she snubbed out her cigarette. “Enter.” She spoke in English, straightening up as she watched the men escort the blinded young man into the room. Once he was in the chair on the opposite side of the room, the bag was yanked from his head and the pair stepped outside to wait until they were needed to escort him out.