( KILL LOG - WEEK 2, OMEGA )

[abhoth]

[It's a little over 6:00 AM on Friday morning. Craftly has momentarily returned to his duty of tending to the Front Desk for the time being, verifying paperwork before it's necessary to clear the area for the residents during today's investigation. This is where Omega will find him after she decides to seek him out, and it won't take much for her to convince him to accompany her to the Lounge.

The door has already been unlocked by one of the faceless men, granting them access to the room. Taking a seat by the bar, Monday's gruesome message long since gone, the bartender prepares a margarita for the Innkeeper before waiting for Omega's order. In the meantime, Craftly takes a sip from his glass.]

I would assume this is not an attempt to befriend me, miss.

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[intolerable]

Nope! Just getting something out of the way before I do my kill.

[ She drums her fingers on the table, looking over the bar's selection somewhat excitedly. Her hair ribbons aren't in place, and it looks odd, like she isn't fully dressed for the day. Something to do with her plan? Surely. ]

Can I have something to take the edge off? Haha! You know, good ol' fourteen year old having to commit murder and all that. That and if I don't get away with it, I want to be able to try something new before I, you know, get cooked alive.

[abhoth]

"Something." How dreadfully cryptic of you.

[The bartender doesn't respond to her obvious request for alcohol, but Craftly raises a tendril at the faceless man.]

I hardly condone underage drinking... But I do suppose this is a special occasion, is it not? For today, an exception will be made. And only this once. It would hardly be appropriate for you to lose your mind in the next hours.

[And with that, the bartender turns and pulls out




a wine cooler.

Enjoy(?), Omega!]

[intolerable]

Awesome! Thanks.

[ She takes the wine cooler and cracks it open. The first sip she takes, she makes a sour face, frowning because she expected this to taste good, not bitter. She might have preferred the cooler without the wine, but she dutifully downs it as her last request. She takes a napkin and wipes her lips, folding her arms on the table, staring up at Craftly.

She didn't find the Ghost, and she wonders if he knows it and thinks that now, she'll have to kill a random person. It's definitely crossed her mind. ]

Hey Craftly, you know something?

[abhoth]

[Killing a random person is, indeed, what he expect of her. He knew that finding The Ghost itself would be a fool's errand at this stage of the ritual... but a deal is a deal. And he would deliver his end of the bargain as long as she delivered on her own. As long as she delivered a death on this day.

Taking a sip from his own drink, he raises an eyebrow.]

I know many things. You will have to be more specific than that, Omega.

[intolerable]

No, no, I mean... you're just really easy to dupe, that's all. Don't let anyone else play you if you want a really fun game, okay? ♥

[ Omega doesn't know how wrong she is with that statement, thinking she's played the game to make sure there's no victim but herself, but the point is moot. In one swift movement she rips off her choker and takes her keys from her pocket, one between each knuckle, and stabs them into the side of her throat.

She chokes and sputters, ripping them out as they fall from her hands, bleeding everywhere as she slides off the bar stool and falls to her side, huddling in pain before she goes limp, the grin on her face going slack, eyes still wide as she eventually fades away. ]

[abhoth]

[Well.

That sure did just happen.

Craftly spits out some of his drink as Omega stabs herself in the throat, quickly grabbing a napkin offered to him by the bartender. He dabs at his mouth to get rid of the spilled alcohol, as if there weren't splatters of blood all over his front as Omega proceeds to slide off the bar stool.

And as she dies, the last thing she hears may be this:]

My! How pointlessly dramatic.

[Rude as fuck, Craftly.]