Someone casually strolling down the street came across a pile of something collecting flies in the alley between the Gien and the Daily Grind. The person approaches closer, finally realizing what it was, they quickly call the police to report a body. It is two halves of what used to be a man. Upon further investigation, they'd find that both arms were severed, no where to be found, a drilled hole to the man's liver, stab wound to the shoulder, a tooth ripped out, and carved large and proudly across one half says "The Irish Butcher," the other half reading "Was Here."

((Here's the backstory to all of it. It's a long read to brace yourselves and enjoy!))

[20:24] Gypsy Queller leaned against the wall of the Daily Grind, cigarette hanging lifelessly between her lips. Deep blues darted back and forth at the people walked by before she released a sigh. "It's 'bout time ye' learned eh' new lesson t'night, Carpe..." she mumbled, the cigarette bouning with each syllable as she spoke. The wheels in her head were spinning as she continued to take in all the faces, looking for a good one. An exhale of smoke left her chapped lips with the greatest of ease.

[20:27] Carpe Diem “Oh ya?” she asked, turning a questing eye to Gypsy. “And what lesson is that,” she asked a bit apprehensively as she began to examine her surroundings. “The fuck are we doing hanging out in an alley anyway,” she would ask as she turned her gaze Gypsy, who seemed to be looking for something, or someone.

[20:31] Pyros Blackburn wanders through the alley, wishing there was a bit more light as he muttered under his booze-tainted breath. "Fuckin ghetto ass bullshit redneck fuckin-" the obscenities trailed off as his voice faded down, his hand going for his pocket and pulling out the dead cell phone, immediately it recieved a glare of pure hate, as if he the blame was suddenly shifted to the small device, all of his problems were its fault in that moment. Anyone could tell he was severely pissed off, and the stumble-drunk way he had of moving said he'd only been fueling the flame.

[20:35] Gypsy Queller's deep blues landed on the man walking through in the snazzy vest and white undershirt. It'd look a hell of a lot better covered in crimson. She ran her tongue eccentrically along her top row of teeth. He had appeared to be drunk by his swagger. The perfect victim. "This is wha' th' fack we're doin' in eh' alleyway-" she mumbled low to Carpe before offering an intimidating nod of the head towards the man. "Aye!" her irish accent, thick as honey poured from her lips. A small hint of a smirk curled it's way up her features. "C'mere, dove..." she added in a lighthearted calmness.

[20:39] Pyros Blackburn looks up at the blantant retard standing before him, and sneezes.. This wasnt just an ordinary sneeze however, this was an attack of sorts. The fine particles of itty bitty droplets of joy spraying out as if his mouth were a claymore mine. After a recovery consisting of spasming twice as if he might do it again, and a single twitch of his left eye; he proceeded to look the woman up and down and speak up, "Ah, What now..? Dove is it? Look bitch I aint lookin' fer company."

[20:42] Carpe Diem turned her head to gaze over her shoulder to see who Gypsy was talking to. A look of confusion came over her face as she did not recognize him. She turned to look at Gypsy, her eyes widening as the man spoke. A slight giggle would escape her lips as she was finally starting to catch onto Gypsy lesson.

[20:45] Gypsy Queller's smirk grew wider across her features. "Fiesty..." she mumbled to herself. Even more perfect when she'd watch him fall. She lifted her right foot slowly and her steps slowly carried her casually toward the man in a non-threatening manner. "Aye- then it's eh' good thing I'm no' offerin' company, yea'?" she mouthed back, still holding her grin. Her brow arched it's way high on her forehead. "I jus' 'ad eh' question for ye', see-" she began, a small snort of laughter escaping her lips. She'd reach up to wrap an arm over the man's shoulders casually, looking rather awkward at his height over hers. If allowed, she'd continue. "Ye' see me friend ove' there? We're 'avin' this discussion earlier t'day... Now. Jus' be honest..." She slowly, sarcastically allowed her deep blues to drift to Carpe, expecting his own eyes to follow her gaze. "Ye' think she's hot?" she asked plainly.

[20:48] Pyros Blackburn groans openly, not at all trying to hide the fact that he was repulsed by the woman. Obviously in his mind, he was better than her, much better. He had money, connections, certain standards and an image to keep up, she was rabble. He at last directed his attention to the second woman "No.. She needs a bath.. She looks, and smells, like a crackhead.-" he made a point of sniffing and offering a digusted face. "Look I got shit to do, why dont you ask Lil' John over here, Patty." with that he took a step to move past the first.

[20:50] Carpe Diem turned on her heel to face Gypsy and the man. A devilish smile would form on her face as Gypsy spoke, not quite sure where she was going with her line of questioning, but entertained none the less. Slight chuckles would escape her lips as the man critiqued her, her smile growing ever bigger as she did so. “Well thats kinda harsh,” she would giggle out, beginning to innocently bat her eyelashes at the man; she knew what was coming next.

[20:52] Gypsy Queller allowed her left hand to slyly, stealthily slide down her left thigh as the man answered, her deep blues never leaving Carpe's appearance, that shit-eating smirk still everpresent across her face. Finally, she darted her gaze back to the taller man. Her hand casually fingered one of her syringes on her thigh holster. Her head slowly began to shake from side to side as her deep blues finally peered at him, hard enough to burn a hole in his forehead. "Ah, doll... Wrong answe'.." she said simply, casually. Suddenly, her lift hand darted forward as her right hand would have taken a first grip to the side of the man's neck. Left hand shot forward, aiming the needle point of the syringe directly into his opposite side of the neck.

[21:01] Pyros Blackburn jerked his arm up in a flinching defence reaction to her attack the moment he saw it coming, these were the poor folk, steal your shoes type fuckers. Worse.. Irish. He felt a distinct prick on his neck as his arm hit hers, immediately jerking back from her and bringing his fists up, he had a bit of training.. but ... things seemed to be slowing.. down.. slightly. "Bishhh.." he managed to slur, before sinking sideways to lean against the wall.

[21:03] Carpe Diem would offer a small wink to Gypsy before she proceeded to inject the man with her tranquilizers. Her eyes widen with excitement at the sight of Gypsy plunging the syringe in to thee assholes neck. “indeed,” she would shrug to the man, a small pout forming on her lips as she did so. She would giggle with the sight of the man beginning to pass out, waving to him as he fell against the wall. “This should be a good one,” she giggled, turning to make eye contact with Gypsy before skipping over to her.

[21:08] Gypsy Queller slowly tilted her head to the side as she maintained eye contact. "Mmm..." she hummed out behind her shrill grin. Instead of pulling it out, her thumb depressed the tip, slowly injecting the tranquilizer completely into his system. "Now this... doll... will take it's full dirty effect thirteen seconds from th' time I pressed it inte' ye'..." She paused calmly to tilt her head eerily to the opposite side. "First, ye'll begin te' lose all feelin' in yer' limbs. I'd like te' compare it te' tha' funny feeling when yer' foot falls asleep." She moved slowly to wrap her free hand around the man's back. "Next, ye'll begin te' feel queazy, like when ye'v 'ad one too many shots o' Southern Comfort, only without th' harsh aftertaste." Her words remained calm, collected and quiet as she spoke. She would have, at this point, began to feel him going limber under her hold. "Afte' tha'... ye' don't kno' wha's 'appened te' ye', but ye' suddenly can't stand anymore. Ye' go completely limp..." She would have felt all (C)
[21:08] Gypsy Queller (C)his weight leaned against her arm behind his back, "... an' down ye' go..." At this point, she would have been holding his weight in her arm as the opposite hand once holding the syringe left it and moved to wrap around his other side with a grunt. The fucker was heavy... She'd grin down eerily at him. "Th' funny thing 'bout this liquid I just injected inte' ye'.... ye'll remain fully aware of every teeny tiny thing I decide te' do to ye'... Maybe ye'll think twice b'fore bein' eh' bitch te' eh' woman with eh' weapon, savvy?" She'd throw in a wink for good measure.

[21:13] Pyros Blackburn sinks the rest of the way down, body going limp as his tongue lolled around in his mouth trying to form the insults that were slowing in his mind, as if time were coming to a gentle stop. His eyes fluttering a few times in the last bit of protest before he was out.

[21:17] Carpe Diem stepped close to the man, nudging him lightly a few time with her foot to ensure the man was out cold. “So how exactly are we gonna haul Goliath here to your basement?” she asked over her shoulder to Gypsy; her gaze remained locked on the crumpled, pathetic, figure of the man that lay in the street. “This fucker looks heavy,” she added as she kicked him in the ribs for good measure, just to make sure he was out of it.

[21:18] Gypsy Queller grunted as she felt his full dead weight falling into her arms. "Atta bay..." she mumbled behind her skillfully still-entact cigarette. Deep blues darted over to Carpe, blinking for a moment in the silence. "Ye'... wanne' help, 'ere? Or stand there like eh' fackin' g-bax?" she spat out, following by a snort of laughter, shaking her head to look back down at the heavy man. Getting him back to her house would be a doozie. At least he already reeked of alcohol. They could hide under the excuse of he'd passed out and they were simply taking him to a bed. She count to three in her head before, with a hefty grunt, she offered a heave-ho, expecting Carpe to rush under him and take hold of one side.

[21:21] Pyros Blackburn slumps lazily over them, out like a light. No dreams would come, just like being put out for surgery, you felt dead, only a dim thought from the moment you wake up, when you finally regained thought, and the first was usually "Am I dead?".

[21:27] Carpe Diem Reached to grab the man's other side, her knees weakening somewhat as his weight falls onto her. “I am not a fucking g-box...bax..what the fuck ever,” she would strain as she tried move forward. There were a lot of people around and she was ready to get this dude out of here.

[21:31] Pyros Blackburn feels the sudden blow, shocked, He had thought he'd go out, but something was wrong, he could still feel things, he just couldnt react, couldn't move. He tried to tell himself to wake up, that this was just a nightmare, that he wasnt being abducted by a couple of crackheaded cunts.

AT THE BASEMENT…

[21:37] Carpe Diem “Thank the fucking lord,” she panted as they finally made their way into the basement. She would groan loudly with the strain of helping Gypsy life the heavy man onto the table. “Fucker is massive,” she would smile, wiping sweat from her brow. “So what now” she would ask, turning her gaze to Gypsy as she brought her palms together in front of her and began to methodically tap her finger tips against one another.

[21:41] Pyros Blackburn lay there, slumped on the table, thinking back on his life, Most hope for escape had faded with every passing stranger dismissing him as a drunk. He recalled a few things, the women he'd slept with came first to mind, trying not to dwell on the bad shit, why not start with the best and work his way down. Next came the time he thought he'd actually been in love, led off from the previous train of thought. She'd slipped away somewhere in between the low points of his life. He wondered what she was doing now.. But his attention was brought back to the scene before him.. well the ceiling at least.

[21:43] Gypsy Queller heaved with a grunt as they lifted the heavy man onto the table. "Ugh-THERE ye' are...." she mumbled, finally, after he was in place, she reached up with both her index and pointer finger to pluck her cigarette from her lips like a cherry from a tree. She flicked it onto the ground carelessly and blew the last remnants of smoke out the side of her chapped lips. She glanced up to meet gazes with Carpe for a small instant. "This is where it gets fun..." she said plainly, a wiggle of her brows before she was leaning over the table, over the tall man. Her hand moved casually to remove his sunglasses from his eyes. "Ah- there ye' are!" she said chipperly with a wide, toothy grin. Finally, her hands glided down his chest. Such a pity what they were going to turn him into... he was one of the more handsome ones...Suddenly in one swift moment, both arms took the middle of his button down shirt and ripped it apart from eachother, now exposing his bare chest. She let out a sigh of awe as she stared down at his (C)
[21:43] Gypsy Queller (C) blank canvas... Her breath hissed expectantly through clentched teeth. A shake of the head, and then. "Fackin'... beautiful..." she would mumble. This was a side Carpe had yet to see or experience of Gypsy.

[21:48] Carpe Diem watched Gypsy with wonder, that same shit-eating grin forming on her face as she ripped the mans shirt open. “He is pretty,” she smirked, reaching her hand to lightly stroke the side of the mans face with the back of her hand, “you are very pretty,” she turned her gaze to meet his eyes, which were now open; her face growing closer to his as she spoke. “whats first,” she turned her head back to Gypsy before taking the back of her hand and violently swatting it at the mans face.

[21:51] Pyros Blackburn inwardly sighed, he'd been thinking once again of her. What he had done wrong, mostly. The good shit seemed to have gone rather quickly. Snapping back to reality he gazed up at the girl. He'd lied. The girls were both pretty cute.. but that did little to mask the fact that they were likely going to mutilate him.. Bitches. The thought was cut off as the hand came to strike him. Oh what the fuck? Really? Was this bitch that pathetic? A new anger welled up in him as his eyes began to water with the rage. If he survived this.. He would kill them.. If he survived this..

[21:55] Gypsy Queller darted her eyes to the man's face as Carpe offered a backhand, but didn't flinch, glancing back up to her. She shook her head slowly. "Eh' lot more than that..." she explained calmly. A low hum began on her lips, it was barely audible, as deep blues shifted to her armband, complete with hand drills. Carpe was well aquanted with these. She removed the electric one, shifting on her heel to turn and plug it into the wall and return right back to where she had began. Her thumb flicked the on switch and suddenly the noise of the small motor, revving like a bad visit to the dentist's office. It hummed louder than the song leaving her lips. Deep blues watched the spiral turn and turn rapidly in her hand before lowering it ever so slowly on the location that would have been his liver. She'd press down without hesitation, the blood immediately begin to fly like sparks as the drill curled it's way deeper and deeper into the man's side.

[21:58] Carpe Diem slowly pulled the knife from her arm strap and began to lightly rub the tip of it up and down the mans forearm, her eyes still concentrated on Gypsy as she pull out the drill and plugged it in. She smiled as Gypsy began to drill into the mans abdomen, as childlike wonder growing in her eyes as the blood began to splatter, subsequently covering her; but she did not care. The tip of her knife would slowly begin to dig into the mans skin as she grew more excited.

[22:02] Pyros Blackburn screamed in his mind, every muscle in him vainly attempting to tense and fling his limbs wildly, scoot away, anything to get away from the pain, it was terrible, he knew he was being cut into, he could feel it all, from the burn at first to the sudden wrenching as the skin and tissue around the wound rotated and stretched, ripping flesh loose as it spun and tore.

[22:08] Gypsy Queller continued downward with the drill as her comfort blanket of a hum continued to leave her lips. The drill had reached the very end, it couldn't go any further. A slow, eerie grin crawled along her features before not bothering with the reverse mechanism. She simply thrusted her arm upward, a tight grip on the drill. It ripped out of his side with a large splatter of blood in it's wake. She held the drill up to her features, studying it. A chunk of his liver was still entact. Her grin grew wider. She brought the drill carefully to her lips, and like it was a sheesh-cabob, she gnawed the raw meat off of the drill. Her tongue curled it into her mouth and she began to chew. "MMmm... facksake..." she spoke with her mouth full as her eyes rolled shut, her head dropping backwards in ecstasy. Indeed. Gypsy had finally grown to trust Carpe enough- a build up to this lesson... Just who -exactly- she worked for. The Irish Butcher wasn't one to fuck around. There was a reason why those in town who knew her name (C)
[22:08] Gypsy Queller (C) feared her. She let the drill drop onto the metal table with a loud clank and was already reaching for her next toy... the surgical pliers.

[22:11] Pyros Blackburn doesnt feel it after the first intitial drilling, suddenly shock took over, then it was all back in a rush as she turned the drill, ripping through the flesh and leaving a gaping tear that poured blood over the table in crimson waves. His eyes crossed with the pain and he felt like his head would explode from the strain, but it passed, he was alive, he held on.

[22:13] Carpe Diem ”fuck,” she winced as Gypsy violently pulled the drill from the man; but the cry was not out of fear or even disgust. “I got fuggin blood in my eye.....I will just leave this here for the time being,” she plunged her dagger into the mans shoulder, adding a small twist of the wrist just for good measure before bring her hands to her eyes to wipe them clean. She looked at Gypsy, one eye still blinking rapidly from stinging. “That taste good,” she joked to Gypsy in reference to the mans liver, which she had just tased.

[22:18] Pyros Blackburn would have thought the feel of the dagger would be masked the the throbbing ache from the fucking -hole- in him, but no.. he felt it, every inch of blade before it splintered off a chunk of the bone beneath, then twisted the bone apart like breaking a stick lengthwise down the center. By now the hope was gone, he wouldn't survive this, he was going to die here, on this table, and be eaten or some sadistic shit. His life.. was going to end.. the realization was somehow.. exciting. He was going to find out what came next, if anything. Hell might be worse then this, but at least he would know. He felt a quick sadness akick in realizing he'd never experienced anything.. nothing he wanted to... no wedding.. no kids.. no hopes.. no dreams, all plans gone from his life. Everything he'd ever thought of doing was building in a delicate bubble in his mind, waiting to be popped.

[22:22] Gypsy Queller tested the surgical pliers with a good squeeze or two, allowing it's own string to bring them back to point A. "Aye... Ye've go' no... fackin' idea..." she emphasized back to Carpe with a smirk. Deep blues darted back down to the man as her brow arched upward, looking down at him from the side. She grinned wide and toothy once more. "How ye' hangin' in there so far?" she taunted with a wink. "I hope ye' don' mind... it's somewha' of eh' tradition o' mine. Open wide..." she continued in a teasing voice. Her left hand reached forward to pry her fingers on both sides of his jaw, forcing it open. She narrowed her eyes as she peered into his mouth, trying to decide which was best, like shopping for the ripest avacado. Her grin reappeared as the mental decision was made. "Aye yes...." she mumbled more or less to herself. Without hesitation, she brougt the pliers forward with the opposite hand, shoving them deep down his throat as she wrapped each side around one of his back teeth. She clamped them down, (C)
[22:22] Gypsy Queller (C) made sure it was secure, and in a single thrust, she ripped her hand away. An audible crunch could be heard as she did so. Deep blues finally rested on the wisdom tooth pinched between the pliers held by her right hand, root and all. There was even a chunk of gums left on it. She grinned with to herself, bringing that too, to her lips to casually suck the blood and the gums off of the tooth, essentially cleaning it off in a sense. She looked at it again before making a fist around it, bringing the fist to her lips to kiss. She leaned over winking at the man again. "Cheers, dove." she mumbled. This was going to be added to the stomach of her plush toy robot where she kept the rest of her victim's teeth... That's all Orly ate, after all.

[22:28] Carpe Diem thought noting of the man or who he was, frankly she didn't give a fuck. She watched with cruel amusement as Gypsy ripped the mans tooth out. “The fuck is that for,” she nodded to the tooth in gypsy hand as she chuckled lightly and slowly rubbed her fingertips over the mans abdomen, gathering his blood on them. “Pretty boy,” she murmured eerily as she she brought her fingers to the mans face and gently smeared his blood on to them, as if her were wearing lipstick. “perfect,” she leaned over him, again making eye contact before scrunching her nose and lovingly tapping him on the side of the face.

[22:29] Pyros Blackburn wasn't sure he wasnt just hoping for death at this point, the tooth being pulled was the kicker, the crunch and following flood of blood that began to fill the back of his throat. Mabye he'd already died and this was hell.. To suffocate on your own redneck root canal seepage. Mabye they wouldnt notice, mabye he could drown in it. An invoulentary cough spoiled it all, sending the blood up and out in a gurgling mess that streamed down his cheeks, some into his ears, some down his neck or into his hair, it wasn't pretty.. or mabye a was, a crimson flowing blooming from his mouth, though it did spoil his lipstick. What would they think of next? Crazy bitches.. Why couldn't they just go to a drive through or a cock fight like the rest of the southern trash.

[22:41] Gypsy Queller lifted the tooth once more, nodding towards Carpe. "Ye' see this?" she jiggled the tooth around in her cupped hand like it was a pair of dice. "Once I release ye' te' start doin' shite like this on yer' own... trust me when I say yer' goin' te' wan' te' keep eh' reminder o' sorts... keep track o' how many people ye' fack up." she mentored in the ways of Gypsy-ology 101. Finally, she dropped the pliers and reached behind her, slyly releasing her prized posession from her back holster... her butcher's blade. She stared at her own warped reflection through the tainted blade in awe and without a second thought, she sent it looming down violently against the man's abdomen. All her energy and effort went into this slice. The incredibly sharpened blade hacked away like through butter. It was enough to send the man in his final breath. If it wasn't enough, she'd send it down again, and again, and again, the blade creating a loud, echoing clash against the metal table as it hit it at the end of each hack, (C)
[22:41] Gypsy Queller (C) slicing right through him. The man was literally now cut in half. The amount of blood was enough to make Gypsy's panties grow wet. She released a soft moan with the final slice and slumped over his body, breathing heavily. And to think she hadn't even broken a sweat...

[22:43] Pyros Blackburn the sadness was back, the regrets. He hadn't danced with anyone at prom, he hadn't gone to college, he hadn't talked to his parents in the last three years.. He had forgotten their birthdays.. he tried to bring back the sight of them, but failed, the throbbing pain was just too much, but at last! A dimming! A darkening of the world. The blackness closing in, he scrambled for thought, what ddi you do in your last moments, he thought to pray but.. another thought crept up, what if death was like dreaming, what if after you fell asleep, you dreamt about the last thing you'd thought of.. He thinks hard, "I have to think of her.. what she looked like. I have to-".... And in that incompleted thought, with a butcher 's blade making ribbons of his abdomen, however loving and hopeful, he died.

[22:49] Carpe Diem shook her head as Gypsy explained the purpose of the tooth, which she was now playing with. “Clever,” she smirked, rising a brow to her. Her features dimmed with the sight of the butcher’s blade; she too was acquainted with it. She stood silently as Gypsy hacked the man in two, here eyes never peering away from the horridly beautiful sight; the man's splattering blood basically covering her as Gypsy finished. “I want to keep some of his blood,” she giggled, looking around for an empty vial of sorts to take a sample with. “Wouldn't wanna forget this,” she smirked as she pulled her dagger from the man, not bothering to wipe it before placing it back in her arm strap.

[22:56] Gypsy Queller grinned over to Carpe, the only thing visible over her blood-ridden face was her pearly white's flashing brightly. She nodded. "Aye. Go for it..." she mumbled. They may have finished him off, but Gypsy was no where near done with this man's body. She leaned down, her free hand rising to use the backside to wipe the blood from her face, only essentially smearing it more. It lowered to grab ahold of the man's arm, extending it, and down came the butcher's blade once more, cutting the arm clear off. It fell limp in her hands. She walked around to the other side, doing the same to the opposite limb and tossed both in the corner of the room. Her dogs needed to eat dinner, after all. She left her butcher's blade with a clink against the metal table and pulled her smaller blade from her belt and began to carve into the man's chest, the other half on his lower abdomen, which was now completely seperate. As she finished, it would read "The Irish Butcher-Was Here." She grinned down at her work and finally (C)
[22:56] Gypsy Queller (C) darted her eyes back up to Carpe. "All'ight. Smoke break, then we drag this lost soul back out te' Hathian..." she mumbled as if it were something as plain as finishing up their scheduled study group.

[23:05] Carpe Diem grinned and walked over to the cabinet on the wall, eying a small vial with a cork in in. “Prefect,” she smirked, grabbing it and skipping back to the man, making sure to steer clear of Gypsy as she hacked the mans libs off. She collected a small amount of the mans blood in the vial from the wound that divided him down the middle. She would carefully cork her treasure and place it into her pack of smoked, which was strapped to her thing. “Some break sound great,” she pulled a smoke from the pack and brought it to her lips, fishing a green BIC out of her pocket to light it with. She would take one long inhale, savoring it before releasing the smoke in a steady stream though her nostrils. “Today was a good day,” she plucked the cig from her lips and cradled it between her fingers before shooting Gypsy a toothy grin. “I had fun.”