[OPEN] natural born killer.

[nixon dimitri allen]

Nixon watched the familiar face walk down the stairs from Spencer's, and start to the food court. The only person who could ever make Nixon think twice, and he had no idea. Nevada caught his eye and smiled, making Nixon's heart sink to the floor. He knew Nevada had a boyfriend now. And he also knew he was sick. And Nixon was beyond caring if it was immoral to take advantage of him while he was sick. He had all intentions of killing him, sane or not.

Nixon leaned back in his chair, tipping his drink back and forth as he looked around at the rest of the faces here. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, because he was. He just wasn't friendly unless he could use the person. He tapped his cup on the table, putting on his best 'oh, how-bored-I-am' face, and hoped someone would have the guts to come up and talk to him. He needed to kill time until the mall closed, and he could do what he had wanted to do for years- finally kill the one person he wanted, but could never have.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt wandered into the mall, the lingering scent of his last cigarette following. He rubbed grease from his fingertips and stained nails, clearing his throat and pushing his hair back. He kept wondering if he would run into the guy this voice kept talking about, Nevada or something. But he could honestly care less right now, just wanted something cheap to eat before going to pick his daughter up. Another week of losing all the money he had earned, but he was by far used to now.