Mechanical Romance [GTA 3]

New Magic Wand

*MC is suffering from visual hallucinations after committing murder... -that's your warning...*

Sparrow's Lot
6:09 PM

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Sparrow wasn't very proud of herself. Blood... Everywhere. Claude hasn't come home yet. She's relieved... A little bit. There was an altercation with a customer here. He refused to pay for her services, disregarded and attempted to harm her... Physically.

She wore this lovely combination of black and yellow. A few of the customers claimed she looked like a sunflower. A bright yellow long sleeve, black overall skirt with bumblebees stitched into them, discarded daisy and sunflower petals sticking up from her pockets, her yellow and black high knee length chucks to match, her black/yellow polka dot stockings. All covered in blood/oil and now discarded on her marbled floor in a garbage bag.

As of right now, Sparrow is sitting quietly in her bathtub. Soaking in leftover blood and oil. Trying and mumbling the rest of the story that she'd tell the cops. Murder by Katana wouldn't be premeditated, right?

She's done this before, but why all the panicking? Despite, the conspicuous evidence of her boyfriend being a murder, a hitman, and an assassin, all in the same breath. She doesn't want to piss him off and burden him with a corpse. They've been separated for three weeks. Claude had some important business to handle in another city.

Who'd wanna come back home to their sweetie, and see them carrying a body bag? It's hard to think about now. After five months with Claude, I haven't had this urge in a while. I don't see what drew me to this point...
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beannachdan *greetings*, bo! I just put some cash on your card. Could you spoil yourself for me? Sent 6:15 PM: What kind of sugar mommy shit is that? It better keep him out of the house for a while. I don't just add millions of dollars to people's cards.

You're kidding, right? Something must've happened. Tell me now. Right Now: He knows what's up...
No fucking way...

Nothin, man... I'm just really really edging myself here, I might get past my last car too soon. I don't wanna finish without you. Sent Now: Is that your attempt to be sexy or waste time? Doesn't matter, the attempt is still bad.

Uhm... I'll try to be there, as soon as I can? Sent two minutes ago: You better hope he's stuck in traffic...

N-no, make me wait... I've been very bad. Waiting to be sent: Be more convincing than that! Put your bloody hands into it.

Misbehaving... I-i can wait for you, I deserve it... Sent: Dumbass! I said to be convincing, not cringe!
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Pinesol, Bleach and Fabulosa are in the air...

Such a headache, but it's worth it.

Carter dismembered her victim. Leaving behind a large puddle of fuckery, and multiple trash bags. The incident ended in the kitchen, right in the view of the garage. If she opens that secondary door, separating the kitchen from the garage, and Claude's there... She's fucking dead.

"Jekyll, don't do it..." Carter has a few options, feeding this bastard to a pack of wild dogs nearby, dunking the bastard into the water, or planting a car bomb. "Actually... A car bomb wouldn't be so bad. The parts wouldn't be found, no traces of blood, and I have the guy's car right outback. 8-ball left me with a few explosives."That's so easy..." She giggles. For now, she's reclining on the couch, in a sweet little suit, playing a game on her phone. It's never anything different, always horror with her. This game she's playing, is a visual novel, called "The End". It's been only three days and she's on the last chapter.