10-03-2011, 11:17 PM
Fighting back the intense urge to laugh hysterically, Antonette managed to muster up a few tears and clung to her sister as if their father had been the center of their world. Inside she was filled with glee, but also disgust. Liv was right, she was getting sloppy. A little practice was in order obviously. Even though she loved the sight of blood, having it on her wasn't her favorite thing. She'd rather admire it's true beauty from a short distance, and know that it's visibility was her doing.
Collin felt his stomach twist a bit as he saw Mr. Ambrose's body. A nervous sort of feeling, as he knew it wasn't just in disgust. Deep down inside, a part of him was actually delighted in the fact the man was dead. He was nothing but scum, a man with dirty money and blood on his hands. Though he was one to talk, as Collin himself had a few skeletons in the closet. He cleared his throat and stood next to Faris, holding his badge out as well. His eyes kept wandering back to the body however. A clean cut had been made, whoever did this was stealthy and knew exactly what they were doing. Glancing around the crowd, there were no signs of blood on anyone's clothing, besides those who had been standing in front of Mr. Ambrose of course, who looked absolutely terrified.
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