murder in poolparty

<Hankolijo>: A dark night in New York. John Calloway, a successful business owner, was making his way home after a long day at work. He wanted to go back and see his wife. He sighed, remembering how Chloe was visiting them... he knew she hated him, and he kind of hated her.
<Hankolijo>: He only saw a lonely hobo search the nearby trashcan ((Isua that'd be you)), as he walked by an alleyway. An alleyway Chloe was hiding in.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe waited, her hair carefully tied up, hidden underneath a cap, a pistol in her hands, hands covered in latex gloves. Her clothing was new, bought from a second-hand store with cash, and will be quickly disposed of.
<Tehpillowstar>: After the deed was done.
<Tehpillowstar>: She waited, for John to approach.
<Isua>: The hobo looked down at his grimy sweater, wondering about what the man on his way home was wondering so deeply about.
<Hankolijo>: The man walked by the alleyway. He checked his Rolex. Little over midnight.
<Isua>: The hobo continues his desperate search.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe raises and aims the pistol. A silencer is screwed on the end. It won't shut the sound off, but it would make it hard to determine where the sound came from.
<Isua>: The hobo takes a quick glance from his can, shrugs, and continues sifting through its contents.
<Tehpillowstar>: 6df+7 No words. Only actions.
<Glacon>: Tehpillowstar: No words. Only actions.: 8 (6df+7=-, +, -, +, 0, +)
<Hankolijo>: A quiet pop, and the man collapses, a bloody hole in the back of his head. Blood pools around his corpse as he hits the ground... he dead.
<Isua>: The hobo stops in the middle of pulling out half a can of spaghetti. He starts to back up towards the end of the alley, hoping whoever killed the man hadn't seen him.
<Tehpillowstar>: Does Chloe have orders to dispose of the body?
<Hankolijo>: You have no orders, the mob simply told you to get the money, not telling how. So you might want to loot the body.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe then approaches the cavader and starts searching the man's pockets
<Isua>: The hobo stops his escape down the alley for a second, remembering how rich that man looked, he starts moving down the alleyway to see if the body was still in place.
<Hankolijo>: His wallet contains only a couple of hundred dollars. Not even close to enough.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe pockets the money and looks around. Credit cards, checkbooks, that sort of thing.
<Isua>: The hobo peeps around the corner of his can.
<Hankolijo>: His Rolex seems nice.
<Hankolijo>: The hobo notices a figure by the corpse. He can't see the person well, due to it being so dark and the figure facing the other way.
<Tehpillowstar>: But does he have bank checks and credit cards?
<Isua>: The hobo sits down behind the trashcan, listening to his stomach growl. He wonders if he could scare the figure off...
<Hankolijo>: He has several credit and membership cards. But those are easy to track.
<Tehpillowstar>: She takes them anyway.
<Isua>: The hobo remembers how long its been since he ate. That memory alone gives him a crazy idea, he searches around for anything frightening.
<Tehpillowstar>: hastily stuffing them inside a pocket in her jacket
<Tehpillowstar>: Infact, she takes his entire wallet.
<Hankolijo>: Well, the best you can think of is your own breath. It's pretty darn scary.
<Tehpillowstar>: She suddenly realizes how messy she's made the scene. It would have been better if she got what she wanted before he died.
<Isua>: The hobo sits down, resigned, he'll just wait for the figure to leave, he can sell something from the body, maybe just enough for a candy bar.
<Tehpillowstar>: She pulls out a very large trash bag and starts to bag the body.
<Isua>: The hobo peeps around the trashcan again, just watching.
<Hankolijo>: The body barely fits in the bag, but it does.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe tries to lift the body to carry to her nearby car. Can she do it?
<Isua>: The hobos eyes widen as he sees the figure try to carry the body away, he needs that man's possesions.
<Hankolijo>: You can barely lift the body, even th car is a bit too far.
<Hankolijo>: the*
<Isua>: The hobo takes another look around him, anything of use?
<Hankolijo>: There are several glass bottles laying around next to you.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe lays the body down. She'll bring the car closer.
<Isua>: The hobos mind is fairly hazy from hunger, he quickly snatches up a bottle, and does what thinking he can.
<Isua>: The hobo, seeing the figure leave, quickly moves towards the the body, not leaving the alleyway yet.
<Isua>: He looks around the corner, searching for the figure.
<Tehpillowstar>: The 'figure' enters a car.
<Isua>: The hobo runs over to the bag, smashing his bottle on the way over.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe hears the sound of breaking glass and freezes, then suddenly turning around and aiming the pistol at the sound.
<Isua>: With the happiest look on his face, he rips open the bag with his bottle, and then proceeds to try and wiggle the dead man's rolex off.
<Isua>: He doesn't notice the figure.
<Tehpillowstar>: She stares down at the hobo. "Freeze!" She says, pointing the pistol at him.
<Isua>: He slowly turns around, and stands up, the rolex hanging from his coat pocket. He has a crazed, desperate look and the bottle is still in his hand.
<Isua>: "Hey, hey...do we need anymore violence ma'am?" He asks, inching backwards.
<Hankolijo>: The two of you hear a car, the sound getting louder and louder.
<Isua>: The hobo throws his bottle at the woman, and starts sprinting towards the alley.
<Tehpillowstar>: "Damnit damnit damnit"
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe hastily drives the car right next to the body and tries to quickly drag it in the trunk.
<Tehpillowstar>: 6df+8 tagging for strength
<Glacon>: Tehpillowstar: tagging for strength: 12 (6df+8=0, 0, +, +, +, +)
<Isua>: The hobo continues his mad sprint down the alleyway.
<Hankolijo>: The body falls in the trunk with a thud.
<Hankolijo>: The alleyway turns out to be a dead end.
<Hankolijo>: Chloe can see car lights at the and of the road.
<Isua>: "Shit!" The hobo turns around.
<Isua>: The hobo looks for anything, a fire escape, a dumpster...anywhere he can hide.
<Tehpillowstar>: Chloe slams the trunk shut and tries to hastily hop in the cab of the car, removing her jacket and stuffing it into the empty glove compartment
<Tehpillowstar>: She also removed her latex gloves and stuffed it in the glove apartment too.
<Tehpillowstar>: *compartment
<Hankolijo>: There are a few bins in the alleyway.
<Isua>: The hobo dives into a random bin without checking its contents.
<Hankolijo>: You fall on a bunch of rotten food and diapers.
<Isua>: The hobo, ignoring the familiar smells, checks his pockets for the Rolex.
<Hankolijo>: You find it. Gold, encrusted with diamonds or something. Looks seriously expensive.
<Isua>: The hobo starts laughing, then becomes quieter, relaxing in the bin, dreaming of what he will get with that watch.
<Isua>: The murder he just witnessed is the farthest thing from his food-deprived mind.
<Isua>: Besides, the hobo thinks before drifting off, this is New York City.