OUR VOICES WILL BE HEARD • open.

[Prof. Keith Halifax]

I’VE GOTTA HAVE MY VOICE BE HEARD
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“Rabbit is at the fresh ruby.” A scruffy voice was heard over the static on the radio prompter that Keith was listened on to. The young (if you deem to call him that) assassin leaned against a table, listening to the UC or undercover officer chit-chat in code over the radio. Those eyes of his paid attention to the events that were taken place outside of the window, however. It was just something to pass up time. It amused Keith dearly how they spoke in code… When if you took some time to think a mere seventh grader can get what you’re saying. “Who has the eye?” Rolling his eyes at the silence and static, Keith arched a brow at the next words, “Rabbit making a red at the salsa station.” The rabbit; the ‘prey’, a red; a ‘stop’, and the ‘salsa station’ is indeed Taco Bell. Keith rolled his eyes but nonetheless paid attention to the outside behind the smallest spaces between the blinds. The man may be bored out of his mind, only amused by the weak channel he picked up by the police, but Keith didn’t venture away from what he needed to see. His prey was in the building across the street. He needed to see when he left the building so Keith can make his own undercover work before the kill.

For hours he listened to the boring radio that deemed his own entertainment as he watched the outside. It was about sundown and the sky didn’t look all too friendly. Keith hoped that the man would leave the apartment before it rained. If it did, oh well… Keith did his job in horrible weather before. He just preferred to not be in it. Left less tracks and all that. “Rabbit is now at the sand and the nickel.” After some hours, Keith heard that over the static and rolled his eyes once more. When he did he saw a shadowy figure come out of the building across the street. Eyes soon laid complete focus upon the figure. Eyebrows lowered and immediately Keith slowly turned down the radio. Like a lion to a gazelle slowly moving through the sun-stained grass, the lion stalks and makes his move. Letting his eyes follow the man for a moment Keith soon took a few seconds to look away and open the door, closing it behind him and doing his own following or ‘undercover’ work as he followed the man.

The sun was a little under the horizon and the sky was mainly blue and black with little parts still pink and orange from the sun setting. It was late and Keith was blending into the crowds like the lion he was. The man walked for a bit and soon entered a club. Keith followed inside for a bit and kept his distance, not wanting to seem like he was following the man. Some hours the man was here and Keith never let the man out of his sites for long. When the man got up, Keith got up too, looking at his cell as if he had an appointment and walked out. He saw in the reflection of his prey on the wall as he left. So he was leaving too? Good. Walking outside, Keith went on his cell, talking to no one but his other cells voicemail, walking to the curb and pretending to have a conversation. His prey looked at him for a moment before walking back down some more. Keith just moved his mouth and out of the corner of his eye, stared at the man. The streetlights may have not been on yet and the darkness of night now shrouded the whole city, but Keith saw perfectly fine. The blessing of the demon.

When the man crossed the street and started walking by the mechanic shop, Keith put the cell away and rushed across the street and down the block of the man and once again followed the man. Following him some more and occasionally covering behind some walls, Keith followed him. When the man turned the corner into an alleyway, that was when Keith knew that he had to strike. Rushing and turning the corner, Keith dodged a punch and soon slammed the man on the wall; he, himself, almost slipping on the ice on the ground. As a few punches and grunts were emitted, Keith took measures into his own hand. Using a gun was a bad idea but a knife… Now that would be good. Less noise. Grasping the knife tightly, Keith stabbed the man’s chest. With his other hand he covered the man’s mouth and quickly slit his throat. Letting go of the man’s mouth and letting his body fall to the ground, Keith wiped a hand down his face. Looking down, he saw some red. Being a demon, sometimes he couldn’t help it, but this time he did and resisted that little urge to taste the man’s blood. Before he could clean his blade and his face, he heard something. Turning his head to the side he then saw her; the woman from the beach.

OOC: Image made by me, lyrics go to Hatebreed’s “I Will Be Heard”.

[Kimberly Halifax]

OH LORD HEAVEN KNOWS

Kimberly had been following him for some time now, she of course stayed where she wouldn't be seen. She had forced herself to go into a second hand store and had bought herself a pair of ratty jeans, over sized black boots as well as a tank top which she assumed had started its life as a dark blue in color but was now a pastel shade. She had also given up her designer leather jacket and was now wearing a dark hoodie that was a size bigger than she normally wore, the bigger size helped hide the fact she had a gun in a shoulder rig. A girl always needed to be prepared for anything.

Once he left the building he had been in Kimberly angled her body away from his as she pulled the hood more firmly down over her eyes, shoving her hands into her pockets she began to walk after him slowly making sure to leave enough people between the two of them so than if he looked around she could hide easily. Kimberly couldn't help but smirk to herself, it was so easily following him. Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket she pulled one from the pack and lit it and took a lazy drag as she stayed outside of the club he had gone into. Kimberly had no interest whatsoever in what business he had following the man he was. There was no money in it for her so the man who was being followed was below her interest.

As soon as the two of them came back out Kimberly moved into the shadows more before she took after the two of them at a leisurely pace. See, just a pretty girl going for a walk. Hearing a little bit of commotion coming from a head of her Kimberly yawned a little as she reached the alleyway the men had gone into just in time to see the body hit the ground. When the man spotted her while still holding hos knife she slowly took her hands from her pockets and held them out to the sides a little with her palms up showing she had no weapon. Well, not one in her hands anyway.

Raising her left hand up to her head Kimberly swept the hood off of her head letting her hair tumble around her face as she flashed him a grin. "Hiya Keith" she said sweetly as she moved a little towards him before she tipped her head to the side a little and looked down at the dead man. "What did he do to you?" Kimberly asked innocently as she brushed past Keith a little and crouched down beside the body and patted the mans front pockets, locating his wallet she grinned and fishes it out before she stood up and looked inside. Making a small appreciative noise she pulled out the money and the credit cards before tossing the wallet beside the mans head.

Turning around she smiled at Keith as she slid the money and credit cards into her back pocket, "Good to see you bro" Kimberly said with a laugh as she looked him over with her washed out blue eyes and with a perfectly sculpted brow raised.

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HEAVEN KNOWS | notes: hope you dont mind me jumping in | gif from stories from russia @ tumblr

DONE BY MYST!

[Prof. Keith Halifax]

Kimberly… Just recently he knew what she was. It was a shock to him to say the least as he didn’t expect that out of his little sister. Though if he knew that about her and that she wasn’t fazed about the body… Then she knew of him. The clear give away was the no shock and no remorse on her. “Kimberly…” Why didn’t he notice her? For the coast was clear. At least via one block radius to him. She must’ve crossed the street right when he was in close combat with the man and too distracted to sense her presence. Watching her approach the body, Keith grinded his teeth together. “He looked at me wrong.” The man boldly and sarcastically replied. When she took out the man’s wallet, took out his valuable possessions before tossing it on the ground, Keith walked over the body and picked up the wallet. “Don’t be stupid to leave evidence.” He growled. How careless could she be!?

Good to see him? Guess so. “I can’t say the same for you.” This was the first time he got into contact with his sister in a long time. Though they were family he wasn’t much of a family person. At least not to them. Even more so after he found out what she was into. It was such a downer and a disappointment. Another Halifax was in the killing business. He already had his brother on his tail, but now his little sister was in on the game as well… She was in more danger of being spotted than he was. “Why are you following me!? Don’t you have some kiddie show to catch up on!?” Always the big brother responses, downgrading the younger siblings. Yup. He fit the older sibling profile alright. Nothing has changed.

[Kimberly Halifax]

Kimberly smirked a little when Keith said that the man had looked at him wrong, oh how she wished that were true. When he growled at her about leaving evidence she grinned at him, yes she left evidence behind sometimes just to mess with the cops, but they never caught her of course. In their eyes she was a sweet blonde haired gray eyed beauty. "Aw, come on, don't be like that" she teased as she pulled out her cigarettes and lit one, taking a deep drag she slowly blew the smoke out as she looked at Keith; yes he was still her big brother but she hated his attitude. When he asked why she was following him and if she had some kiddie shows to watch Kimberly shrugged her shoulders, "Because I could follow you and I knew I could get away with it. And anyway, I don't own a tv so I'm afraid I don't watch kiddie shows" she said with a smirk. 

Flicking her hair away from her eyes Kimberly smirked once again at Keith, "Hows your kids doing anyway?" she asked innocently. Since she had been gone Kimberly had done a lot of digging to know what all of her darling siblings were into, yes Kimberly was just like an annoying little sister. Going against things her older siblings told her to do was always fun, bending the rules was her most loved thing to do. Watching him Kimberly took another deep drag of her cigarette before she dropped it onto the ground and put it out by grinding her foot into it. She didn't care if her cigarette butt was considered evidence, this wasn't her kill and even if someone tied her to being there Kimberly would take the heat. Even if Keith was an annoying big brother she would do anything to protect her family.