Kimberly "Kim" Haute // D6 // finished

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Kimberly "Kim" Haute // D6 // finished Aug 13, 2014 21:42:52 GMT -5

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Kimberly "Kim" Haute
age :: seventeen
gender :: ambiguous
district :: six

Nobody expects a chipper man like Kimbery to be a killer. His overbearingly optimistic and friendly personality gives the impression that he’s a charming man with a bright future ahead of him. This is an excellent advantage in keeping his true identity hidden to outsiders – but on the inside, everyone knows what he is truly capable of. His signature move – earning him the nickname “Mantis” after the female insect (which doesn’t bother him because he like to crossdress anyway) – reminds the cartel that despite his friendly exterior, Kimbery is not a force to reckon with. He always, without fail, decapitates his victims, whether it be with a wire, an axe, a knife, you name it. He doesn’t do it to be cruel, he only wants to make an impression and keep his position in the ranks, or perhaps one day move up if the shark ever decides to retire.

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Kimberly "Kim" Haute // D6 // finished Aug 22, 2014 3:16:44 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Aug 22, 2014 3:16:44 GMT -5

KIMBERLY 'K I M' HAUTE

Smile.

Let those pale lips reveal that set of uneven teeth. Let the eyes of pass buyers consume me because I know they wont forget someone like me, I wasn't like the rest, I was different, wearing dresses instead of jeans. My long blonde hair wasn't ruffled and messy it was neat, it was clean, it was presentable. It was beautiful, it was like a halo placed upon my head by god- which was totally bazaar as I was no angel, an angel was delicate sweet and kind, they were caring and soothing and they healed people. I was a criminal. I was harsh- even though I didn't necessarily want to be harsh, I was rude- but yet, I was so very kind- and I was a killer- but that was part of the job. But, like the angel, I was charming and ever the optimist.

Smile.

My face was like a mask. The smile seemed so real, did it not? My dark eyes will shine with light, my cheeks may even be dusted with a light red if our lucky. No one saw through my mask, well some did, but that didn't really matter because as soon as you do you would find that you are no longer breathing, your heart buried six feet under, your head the only thing left to show that you existed. (left for your family to weep over.)

Smile.

Let them think I am harmless, they don't need to know, no one needs to know. They think I am all smiles and good times, they see a bright future ahead of me- one that may lead me far away from the path I walk now... but didn't they know that killers never got far? Hit man is not a good quality to have on a resume. So instead of looking away from my path, I will look up. People believe I have no ambitions, people believe that my optimist side (fake, by the way) is a weakness. They think I am content... no one really knows my ambitions, no one but Taser. She knows, she knows I want to climb the ladder, she knows that one day I wish to take the position The shark holds.

Smile.

He says he paid. He says he owes nothing he says he is a 'truther'. Liar. "Hey now, if you were telling the truth, why are sweating so much? Hmm? Why are you stuttering? Mate, you can't lie to me. Do you know what my job is- it is quite the rewarding one. Everyday I am out looking for people like you- and you know what happens when you do this everyday? You begin to see a pattern. You aren't the one who gets to decide if you are being honest. That decision isn't your- but don't be scared, okay? I am just going to kill you- you wont even feel a thing. I promise." This piece of shit cant lie to me! Why do people always do that? Always claim they are innocent? It is so annoying. Just fucking accept your fate. They had their chance to pay, and they didn't. Now die quietly! is that too much to ask for?

I smile.

"Don't look so scared! I am only here to kill you! Know if Taser was here she would probably torture you a little first- so the way I see it you should be thanking me. Smile for me, would ya?" Suddenly my face is not a face that is welcoming, it is cold (as cold as ice) My fingers pull out the piece of rope which was in my pocket and I walk up to the man, my heels clicking on the wooden floor. The man doesnt move, his eyes filled with fear. I lean down and my cold fingers close around his wrists which I guide so that both hands are behind his back. I ties his thumbs together, tightly, with the piece of rope and guide him over to one of the more fancy chairs in his humble little house. "Have a seat," My lips pull back into a grin and I walk over to the kitchen where I pull out one of the bigger knifes. I run a finger alongs the blade. A thin line of red forms. Please, I follow my steps back to the man who sits obediently in his chair.

He doesn't smile.

"Now whats with the glum look? Smile."

He smiles.

Perfect.

Pulling out the knife is smile begins to drop into a face of fear but it doesn't last long, my knife goes flying into the flesh of his neck, it doesn't get very deep and the man screams in agony. "Opps! I didn't get deep enough, please forgive me, let me try again!" Pulling the knife out I repeat the process, but this time I do get deeper, I get deep enough to cut of his cries. He chokes on his blood now. It dribbles from the corner of his mouth. A drop of scarlet liquid lands on my shoe. My face screws up and I give one final blow which sends the mans head flying to the ground. It lands with a thump. "I guess I broke my promise. My bad." My eyes narrow on the drop of blood that had contaminated my body. "Gross. So messy. I think the knife is not the most effective way."

Sighing, I untie the corps thumbs and ties the rope around one ankle. I hold the other end tight and begin to drag the body from the room, the head left on the ground, eyes wide, mouth stuck in a half smile.

Smile. Always smile.

The smiling assassin is the worst assassin.

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