The following passage is meant to stir in character plots.. what becomes of the plots is up to players. This can be wholly ignored or engaged upon. Feel free to message me (Ezekiel 'Eze' Brun/ deadlyrex). Please do not feel obligated to take pieces from this passage, it's just meant to add something different to sim as well as help build a foundation for my character.

Presents...

Is that what you're doing? "No, I mean.. yea?" Then why are you doing it? "Doing what?" This... Eze looked down at the ground. He was on gravel, but that gravel was no longer stained from piss and vomit and old trash. The small stones were tainted; stained with a bright crimson nectar that pooled in front of him. Ezekiel didn't seem bothered. What did those dark hazel eyes say? On a good day, they spoke of nothing behind the curtain but now... there was as spoken pleasure and entertainment that danced behind his pools. Eze? "What?" The Mutt always spoke his thoughts... always talked to himself. It was a condition he developed in prison. Five years confined by four walls... Eze? "What?" You can't leave it here... "What you mean? I always clean my mess..." Yes, that's exactly what this was, a fucking mess. Eze would use his already bloodied hands to lift the corpse and carry it a few feet from the... kill spot. It was someone's front porch. No one in particular that Eze knew.. Really you're going to leave it at someone's front door. "I mean yea? What if it belonged to them. I mean I found the damn thing not too far from here." That's nice of you.. "Isn't that what I'm suppose to do? Give people the chance to... cry?" Do you even care if people cry? "Not really, no, but I'm told that I have to.. respect their emotions or some shit." Well here Eze was, respecting someone's grief. 

*It didn't stop there though. This would be a repeated incident. Dead corpse of animals would be left and found at people's door steps. Dogs, cats... it didn't really matter. They'd be gutted and left there for their owners. Maybe not, since Eze never took from any specific yard. He assumed they were all strays but.. maybe one of these poor creatures belonged to somebody..*