The Plans

Tsaaq: ((>:D))
Covet: -Cadence was in the kitchen putting away the bowl of cereal that was still on the table from some point earlier in the day. She rinsed it off in the sink before placing it in the dishwasher.  Her phone vibrated across the counter and she slooked at it seeing the message from Remy.  She smiled softly and opened up the fridge grabbing a bottle of orange juice.-
Tsaaq: He mouthed along to the words of ‘Uma Thurman’ while it played loudly on his car speakers. Remy poorly parallel parked in front of the building and got out of the vehicle, the music shutting off instantly. Remy still hummed the tune as he got on the elevator and vacated when it got to Steph and Cadence’s floor. He jogged up to the door and knocked loudly. “Police, open up!” He called out, trying to mask his voice.
Covet: -Cadence jumped at the sound of the knock and went over to the door, looking through the peephole. Seeing who it was she opened up the door and tilted her head to the side- Ha ha, very funny. I haven't even killed the asshole yet.  -she told him turning around so he could come inside.-
Tsaaq: He started to cackle when he heard her voice. Remy smirked as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “You totally thought I was a cop though, I love doing that shit.” He snickered. “Help, I’m bad at locking other people’s doors…” He muttered as he struggled with the locks. "Steph isn't home? Is she okay?" He asked as he looked about and didnt see the angry redhead around.
Covet: You need to make your voice more authoratative. Then I think you will nail it. -she turned around and flipped the locks like a pro.- Amature -she smirked at him then shook her head- Her vehicle was still there at camp, but I'm not sure where she was there. I didn't see her before leaving.  -Cadence made her way down the stairs through the living room to the kitchen to grab her phone- It's good she isn't here, she'd be against us plotting.
Tsaaq: “Woman! I am an actor!” Remy said loudly with a slight British accent. He stepped into the living room. “It’s important that we get revenge. But good, I like this. I like the sneakiness of it.” He said with a chuckle and plopped down onto the couch. “So how are we going to do it? Are we going to push him off a cliff or plant his blood somewhere then ditch the body?” He began to inquire.
Covet: -Cadence slid over the back of the couch when she had her phone, and sent Steph a quick text checking up on her.-  I kind of like the idea of Dextering him But I think that might be a bit to moribid and over the top. If we could make it look like a convenient accident that would be best. -she looked over at him her feet swining over the back of the couch- That way we don't have to worry about covering as many bases.
Tsaaq: Remy rubbed his bearded chin. “Alright, an accident it is.” He trailed off while thinking. “So all we have to do is think of the most common ways people die and try to recreate it so that it doesn’t look suspicious.” He looked to her. “Now I know a lot of people die from vending machines but I don’t know how well we can imitate that…”
Covet: I like the cliff idea you had, but I don't know if we even have a cliff that would suffice. -she thought for a moment- Accidental Drowning maybe?  We don't want to look any of this up, at least not here. Or we need to have Bryan wipe our search history before we do it. We can utilize him, and I'm sure he'd be happy to help out too.
Tsaaq: “Yeah we could get Bryan involved. We can’t carry that body by ourselves.” He nodded. “We could…” Remy trailed off and rested his hand on his cheek. “Are there cameras in that swimming facility the school has?” He asked quickly before snapping his fingers. “Wait! What about at camp? There’s tons of water there nobody would find him, would they?” He asked before furrowing his brows. “But what if one of the kids finds his bodies… That’s no bueno.” He frowned.
Covet: But that's the point of the accident, if they do find him, they will just assume that, well... he drowned.  We could do it back at High Rocks, The scene of the crime. -she offered.-  Camp, has a lot of places that even the kids don't go to. If we did it in just the right spot... -she pondered thinking some more.- We need to scope out the islands some more. see if we can find the perfect spot.
Tsaaq: Remy nodded as he pointed at her. “Good idea, so that will be on my agenda. I will search around to see all the deserted parts of camp. If that doesn’t work High Rocks could also work out.” He said and shifted in his seat. “So we’re going with the drowning? Cause we could always…” He muttered and stopped talking midtalk. “What if we pushed him off the ramp at Ship wrecked? That’s how that other did there right? Who’s to say that can’t happen again?”
Covet: True....and we could always blame it on the homeless folks over there. It's not like they could keep track of them. We'd have to lure him over there though, and make sure we have disguises. We need to make a mental shopping list. Gloves are necessary too. -she tapped her foot, boucing it off the back of the couch- I'm liking the idea of Shipwrecked more and more.
Tsaaq: “I am too. That is very plausible. They’re homeless, if they go to jail they’ll have a place to leave and a place to eat everyday.” He said with a chuckle and a shrug. “We need codenames too. Like the Deadly Venom assassination squad in Kill Bill.” He suggested quickly. “Unless that’s going too far, then nevermind…” Remy cleared his throat. “I feel pretty badass right now, planning a murder with you.”  He smirked.
Covet: No, I like this idea of code names.  Also touche about having a bed and three meals a day. -She grinned back at him- This is the best that I've felt all day. This is all I needed, to plot with someone that understands how serious this is.  -she grinned up at him and rolled her legs over her head and off the front of the couch so she was on her knees to the side of him- We could even dress up like homeless people, lure him there. Park far away and change in a dark alley, one of us has a shopping cart one of us has bags of cans. Make it totally legit. And it's not like Devin's never been there. the guy had fucking roofies, so you know he goes down there often.  -she stood up and grabbed Remy's face, kissing him-  And nobody gets caught, and our problem is over.  This is fucking genius!
Tsaaq: Remy perked up. “Oh sweet. Code names, I’m so excited.” He tented his fingers and wiggled his eyebrows. “Hey I’m always glad to help you out and cheer you up Cay.” Remy shrugged his shoulders. He started to grin like an idiot after the kiss. “Well shit, we should plan killing people together more often.” Remy said with a laugh.  “So how are we luring him there?” He asked.
Covet: Okay okay...So....it'd have to be something convincing. I don't want to have you put yourself out there again, in that kind of a position. -she looked at him then turned around pacing in the living room- It needs to be a burner phone, we can't have any direct involvement. We don't actually need to have any personal contact with him. Say we got his number from a friend, he's got a good hook up, he heard about the roofie event that happened. yattah yattah, we're looking to score...
Tsaaq: He nodded his head. “Good good, I like all of this. Where will we get this phone and do we need to create a pretend alias like in Catfish?” Remy began to inquire. “Also can I spend the night here? I’m taking off my clothes.” He asked then started to pull off his tank top.
Covet: Hmm, It couldn't hurt, we can get the phone at target, just something prepaid. See if we can get some idiot to purchase it for us.  -she smiled and finished taking his top off- Yes, but only if you're sleeping in my bed. -she told him making her way over to her room- I'm starting to feel tired anyway. We can keep plotting more over breakfast.
Tsaaq: Remy pushed off from the couch and stretched. “Of course I’m sleeping in bed with you I refuse to sleep anywhere else. As long as the cat beasts don’t want to fight me about it we’re all good.” He said as he followed behind her. “Sweeeeeet. Sleeps and plotting in the morning…” He pumped his fist in the air. “And maybe celebratory fooling around?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and a tilt of his head.
Covet: Nah, the cats will survive, Steph's not coming home tonight. so they will probably be all over her bed. -she told him flopping onto the bed, bouncing up to the pillows.- Celebratory fooling around? Psh, That's going to be your alarm clock in the morning. -she told him with a laugh, sprawling out on the bed-
Tsaaq: “Aw sweet.” He said under his breath with a grin and kicked off his sandals and jumped into the bed with her. “Shit hang on.” Remy sat up and pulled out his hair tie to redo his man pony for sleeping comfort. When he was done he laid down. “Okay awesome. Night!”
Covet: Goodnight Remy -she laughed watching him fix his hair before bed-