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Lenny shuffled along the roadside, looking like a corporate zombie with a briefcase held in one hand and the other slack at his side. He was drenched in rain. If this won him any sympathy points from passing vehicles, they didn't show it, speeding past the man towards a distantly glowing city.
Lenny's eyes were alert but empty as they watched cars go by. It was a game that he often played with himself to kill time; the silver van was ferrying kids back from soccer practice. The rusty clunker behind it was hurrying to her night shift at McDonalds. The mud-splattered Jeep was returning from an out-of-city hunting trip. They probably had a shotgun in the back seat. All people, all going places. He was going to be late if one of them didn't pull over soon. His fingers tightened around the briefcase handle at the thought.
Traffic hit a lull. The distant rush of cars and rain occupied dead air like radio static. Shirt plastered to him, Lenny shuddered, cold but anticipatory. He'd left his umbrella behind on purpose. He'd left a lot of things behind on purpose.
Now, if only it would pay off.
As if on cue a set of headlights came bobbing over the hill behind him, casting an electric glare onto the road. The man's shadow grew long on gravel. Perfect timing. He stuck his thumb out in the standard pick-me-up gesture and hoped for the best, water dripping from his outstretched hand.
Name: Juan Garcia
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Looks: Messy dark brown hair, olive toned skin, freckles, dark green eyes, about 5'5 in height, not a full on beard but had some stubble
Outfit: white tank-top, pale green short-sleeve cotton shirt which is unbuttoned, black jeans, black hikers boots, black beanie hat. He usually also wears a silver half-heart friendship necklace, but who from is unknown.
Personality: Juan is almost always in a constant state of annoyance. He's also rather impatient, and over all, not really a great person to work with. It's mostly why he works alone on everything. He can be grudgingly nice, if he feels bad or you guilt trip him, which is surprisingly easy considering he murders people.
He's a diligent worker for short periods of time, but if it takes too long, he'll get bored and his work ethic will begin to fade. The end product will be a lot less nice than if he took it in small strides. This really ends with him not doing research on any of his victims other then reading what he's given.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Looks: Messy dark brown hair, olive toned skin, freckles, dark green eyes, about 5'5 in height, not a full on beard but had some stubble
Outfit: white tank-top, pale green short-sleeve cotton shirt which is unbuttoned, black jeans, black hikers boots, black beanie hat. He usually also wears a silver half-heart friendship necklace, but who from is unknown.
Personality: Juan is almost always in a constant state of annoyance. He's also rather impatient, and over all, not really a great person to work with. It's mostly why he works alone on everything. He can be grudgingly nice, if he feels bad or you guilt trip him, which is surprisingly easy considering he murders people.
He's a diligent worker for short periods of time, but if it takes too long, he'll get bored and his work ethic will begin to fade. The end product will be a lot less nice than if he took it in small strides. This really ends with him not doing research on any of his victims other then reading what he's given.
@Killjoy
Name: Len Miller; now that he's left his old life behind, he freely expresses his vehement dislike of the nickname "Lenny".
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Male
Looks: 6'2'', filled out and with slightly broad shoulders. Not a remarkably large man, though he has a presence. Caucasian. Blond hair with the bangs ruffled or slicked back from his eyes. They're a pretty shade of blue, but there's something cold and empty about them. Dons rectangular-rimmed glasses when he needs to do paperwork or seem more unassuming. Clean-shaven.
Outfit: Will not forsake his businessman look; white button-down shirt with a tie and slacks, as well as a metal wind-up watch. The pinnacle of normal, allowing him to blend seamlessly into mainstream society. However, he looks out of place in shadier city districts.
Personality: Calculating and callous. While Lenny occasionally surrenders to darker impulses, the majority of his life is spent in a state of "controlled" rationality. Meticulous. He likes organization, neatness, and punctuality. Comes off as perfectly polite and charming to the witless (which, to be fair, is most normal people). His absence of fear enables to him to undertake questionable tasks.
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Male
Looks: 6'2'', filled out and with slightly broad shoulders. Not a remarkably large man, though he has a presence. Caucasian. Blond hair with the bangs ruffled or slicked back from his eyes. They're a pretty shade of blue, but there's something cold and empty about them. Dons rectangular-rimmed glasses when he needs to do paperwork or seem more unassuming. Clean-shaven.
Outfit: Will not forsake his businessman look; white button-down shirt with a tie and slacks, as well as a metal wind-up watch. The pinnacle of normal, allowing him to blend seamlessly into mainstream society. However, he looks out of place in shadier city districts.
Personality: Calculating and callous. While Lenny occasionally surrenders to darker impulses, the majority of his life is spent in a state of "controlled" rationality. Meticulous. He likes organization, neatness, and punctuality. Comes off as perfectly polite and charming to the witless (which, to be fair, is most normal people). His absence of fear enables to him to undertake questionable tasks.
Lenny shuffled along the roadside, looking like a corporate zombie with a briefcase held in one hand and the other slack at his side. He was drenched in rain. If this won him any sympathy points from passing vehicles, they didn't show it, speeding past the man towards a distantly glowing city.
Lenny's eyes were alert but empty as they watched cars go by. It was a game that he often played with himself to kill time; the silver van was ferrying kids back from soccer practice. The rusty clunker behind it was hurrying to her night shift at McDonalds. The mud-splattered Jeep was returning from an out-of-city hunting trip. They probably had a shotgun in the back seat. All people, all going places. He was going to be late if one of them didn't pull over soon. His fingers tightened around the briefcase handle at the thought.
Traffic hit a lull. The distant rush of cars and rain occupied dead air like radio static. Shirt plastered to him, Lenny shuddered, cold but anticipatory. He'd left his umbrella behind on purpose. He'd left a lot of things behind on purpose.
Now, if only it would pay off.
As if on cue a set of headlights came bobbing over the hill behind him, casting an electric glare onto the road. The man's shadow grew long on gravel. Perfect timing. He stuck his thumb out in the standard pick-me-up gesture and hoped for the best, water dripping from his outstretched hand.
