Okay, here it is! Star and I's roleplaying-thing. ...Yay!

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-Jonathan- (I may, at some point, possibly do something from someone else's point-of-view...Maybe.)

The week had been a boring one. No robberies, no crazed villains attempting to take over the city or kill innocent people, nothing. I was growing bored, which was a very rare thing for me. I was usually a patient person. But this...this was just tiring. Not many things were fun to me any more, but putting away maniacs was something I somewhat enjoyed.

Also, boring is not something I could easily cure. Even with a tower full of people, my team, I was still somewhat of a loner. I wasn't about to go and strike up a conversation with someone, or play video games with one of the kids. No, those days were long gone. I needed something interesting, something to take up my time.

Well, you know what they say; be careful what you wish for.

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Okay...your turn, Star! ^^

Yayness! Ohh, good start. I will try to make mine as good as possible! '^^

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-K.C.- (I may, also, at some point, do something from a different characters P.O.V...maybe...)

Slowly, cautiously, I removed the knife from the lifeless corpse lying in the alleyway. The light of the day was begining to be swallowed up by the night, which was a huge advantage of mine.

I pulled out a white cloth, already stained red from previous use, and wiped the knife clean of the dark liquid dripping to the ground.

I was sure there were witnesses. Someone had to have heard the girl scream. But nobody could have possibly seen me. I carefully put the knife in it's sheath, and I slipped the gloves off my hand. This all had to be done with perfect precision, or there would be evidence. If there was evidence, there was no way I could ellude the police. I was "experienced" in doing what I had just finished doing, so I knew how to clean up after myself.


A few moments had passed, and I was still on my knees in the middle of the dark alley, the body of the blonde, teenage girl lying beside me. I heard police sirens go off, and took this as my cue. I swiftly got to my feet, grabbing my stuff as I did. And off into the darkness I had gone. Away from the sight of the rest of the world, I would stay well-hidden until I knew things were safe again. Like I said, I've had practice. I knew how to ellude people.

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(Wow, sorry it was kinda long! '^^)

Oooh, that was good! And long is good!

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-Jonathan-

I was sitting in my room, the curtains closed, the only light coming from a desk light. I was listening to the police scanner I owned, now just hoping I could find something to do.

It was about maybe 6 or 7 'o clock when something remotely interesting happened; a homicide. Apparently, a girl had been murdered.

"I guess it's something," I muttered to myself, and got dressed.

I took the elevator down to the garage underneath the tower, and walked over to my motorcycle. I put on my helmet, and left the garage, heading towards the city.

I hadn't really bothered to tell anyone where I was going. No one'd be able to tell I had left, anyway. I usually stayed in my room at night.

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Quick Random Description of Jon's Bike: All black, one of those sleek-looking motorcycles. Nothing really special about it...Oh, and his helmet is one of those ones that has the little glass-thing that comes down over your face.

Thank you!

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-K.C.-

After only moments of roaming the streets, unnoticed, I was in the safety of my own home.

That was another one of my advantages. Being labeled. Everywhere I went, and basically by everyone I've ever know, I had been labeled a "freak". I was different, I didn't fit in. I spent most of my time hiding under black jackets and hoods. So nobody ever suspected me for being the murderer that I really was.

I spent a great deal of time alone. I barely ever went out into town for a sensable reason. Nowadays, the only person I really ever talked to was the girl I had once ran into about half a year ago. She's the only one that didn't immediatly label me, the only one who was willing to talk to me, and was brave enough to ask me what was wrong. I somewhat admired her for that. But she was still in high school, so, like I mentioned, I spent a great deal of my time alone.

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Once I was under my own roof, I took off my special combat-like boots. I had ground the bottom of them off, so there would only be the shape of a boot as far as footprints at crime scenes went. They wouldn't be able to match the bottom of my regular boots with the footprints found at the crime.

After I had cleaned up and put everything away, I slipped on my regular boots and headed back out the door. Acting like a random passerby, I pretended to be surprised when I saw a large group of people crowded around the area in the alley I had been at moments ago. Acting like part of the crowd, I wore a false worried expression, blending in with the rest of the crowd. The police officers began to talk.

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(Wow, sorry THAT was so long, too. '^^)

-Jonathan-

After a few moments, I arrived at the crime scene. A large crowd of people had gathered, wanting to see what happened. I pushed past them, bumping shoulders with a young man wearing a worried expression on his face.

I got to the alley, and noticed the body in the middle of the alley, a sheet over it. I ducked under the "DO NOT CROSS" tape, and walked up to one of the idi-...cops.

"What happened to her?" I asked, obviously scaring the cop. He turned around, a nervous look on his face. For some reason, I always had that affect on the cops of Jump City. I think it was because they knew how useless they were with me-and my team- around.

"Uh, well," He stuttered, then continued. "She was, uh, stabbed...sir," He said. 'Sir'. That was funny.

"Did you find the weapon?"

"N-no...It looks like the mu-murderer to-took it with them, sir."

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Sorry it kind of ended abruptly...I must leave! I'll see you tomorrow. ^^

('Tis okay! ^^)

--K.C.--

I overheard two of the police officers talking. So far, my plan was working out perfectly. No fingerprints, no murder weapon, and practicly no evidence. I smiled to myself, pulling up my hood.

As one of the police officers- or who I thought was a police officer- walked my way, I stopped him politely.

"Excuse me, sir?" I asked, my voice quiet. "Uhm...I'm new here, and, uh...Well, I was just wondering if events like this happen often?" I made my voice sound weak, and somewhat scared. I was pulling this off perfectly.
What I had said was true. I had just moved here- about a year ago. And I was barely ever outside on the streets, barely ever in the town. This was only the second or third murder I had done here. So I honestly wanted to know if murders happened here often. If not, then that would make my job so much more fun.

(I'm guessing who he thought was a cop was Jon, right? ^^' If not, I'll rewrite this...)

-Jonathan-

I asked that idiot of a cop a few more questions, took a look around the alley, then started to walk towards a detective who was asking a witness some questions. The detectives were usually a little more competent than the cops.

Before I could get over to him, someone stopped me. He looked to be the same guy I had bumped into before. He asked me if this kind of thing happened often.

First of all...I have no idea why he did that. I am not a friendly person! I do not have any sort of 'niceness' radiating from me. Yet, civilians always seem to think I'm nice just because I save them on a regular basis. (<---Ish Jon "venting" )

Anyway, I answered him.

"Not often. And it's not like these worthless idiots ever even persue any kind of investigation for more than a couple of days," I said.

(Yeah. ^^ I figured, to K.C., he wouldn't be able to tell that Jon wasn't a cop. '^^)

--K.C.--

"Oh, okay." I answered simply.

"It doesn't sound like you're a cop. Or like you like the cops." I said, trying to start some sort of strange conversation. Not something I did often. I usually did this; I usually went to the crime scene, acting like a normal citizen, then tried to converse with someone, to make myself look...innocent, for lack of a better word.

The man, not much older than myself, was glaring at me, like he didn't want to talk to me. He didn't seem very friendly. Not like it mattered.
But, before he got to answer, I heard a high, familiar voice coming from behind me.

"K.C.!" the voice shrilled from behind. I turned around, sighing.

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(Before I forget, how old was Jon supposed to be during this? '^^)

(34. ...I think. I get confused when trying to figure it out. I try to use the ages of the younger Titans to figure it out, but then I get even more confused. He's definetly in his early thirties, though. ^^')

-Jonathan-

Before I could answer his question, someone yelled out what I assumed to be his name; K.C. He turned around, seeming almost a little...annoyed.

I sighed, not really caring whether or not his question was answered. I turned to start walking towards that detective again, but he was already gone.

(Okay, thanks. ^^ K.C. is around 21 years old. Maybe somewhere around 24...I haven't decided yet. )

--K.C.--

I turned around to be met by an ecstatic girl, who was wearing all black, even in the heat of the day, pushing her way through the crowd. When she made her way towards me, the police officer- or whatever he was- was gone.

"Elle, what are you doing here?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "Shouldn't you be in school?"
The girl, Giselle (Elle for short), was only seventeen years old, and still in high school. This was the girl I had been talking about earlier; the only person I ever really talked to.

"No, we got out early for 'teacher meetings'. I don't really see the point, though; we only got out an hour earlier than usual." Elle usually spoke with her hands, using air quotations and gestures to get her point across.
"What's with the crowd, anyway?" she continued, looking back at me.

"Elle, dear, why do you think the crowd is here?" I answered, trying to stay unheard by everyone else.

"You didn't...?" Elle began, letting her two words drag on. I nodded once. She looked over at the crime scene, worried. "Why?"

"This isn't exactly the best place to explain, Elle. Why don't you come with me, and we can discuss this elsewhere." I said, starting to walk off. I knew the girl would follow eventually. But, at first, she was frozen in place. I looked over my shoulder, asking her if she was coming or not. She somewhat sprinted over to me, her black hair flying behind her wildly.
Once she was by my side again, we began walking away from the crowd, towards the place I called 'home', using the term loosely. We walked passed the person I had ran into again, and I gave one last glance at him. He noticed me, but I'm sure thought nothing of it.

You see, having insomnia does a funny thing to you. You see things in slow motion, even if they seem to be going extremely fast for the normal person's eyes. So I could remember things somewhat easier than most people. That's what I took a last look at the man's face. I wouldn't forget his face. I could remember it, and I could target him. I reveled in the thought, but continued walking. I decided to ask Elle if her parents knew where she was, just to keep my mind off of the subject for now.

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(Just a side note here. Giselle's name is pronounced Jiz-elle...sorta. The 'g' sounds like a 'j', and the 's' sorta sounds like a 'z'...That's the best way I could explain it. Sorry. '^^)

(That's okay, I know how it's pronounced. ^^ That's the name of my grandma's evil cat. ^^')

-Jonathan-

I tried to look for that detective, but gave up after a moment. It seemed as though he left. Actually, it seemed as though everyone else was leaving. The ME had just taken the girl's body away, and their was basically no evidence to collect. I sighed. Without any evidence, no witnesses, and basically no leads, this girl's case was probably going to immediately be discarded. I don't know why I cared, it's not like I knew her. But I did care.

I was about to go take another look at that alley when I noticed that guy from earlier. He was walking away with the girl that had yelled out his name earlier. There was something about that guy...No person cared that much about some girl he didn't even know. I brushed it off. But I was still going to see about looking him up in the Titans' database later.


(Sorry it's kind of...short. ^^')

(Oh, okay. And wait, what do you mean "No person cared that much about some girl he didn't even know"...Sorry, I'm confused. If you were talking about K.C., I don't think he was supposed to show any more care about the dead girl than all the other worried passer-bys. That is what you're talking about...right? '^^

Oh, I'll have to post something tomorrow! I have to get off. Talk to ya later. '^^)

(Jon is cynical. He probably thinks that none of those people should care.

You tease me with your fake reply! I thought you had posted(your next part)! ... Alright...Bye!)

(Oh, okay. Thanks for clearing that up. I just wasn't sure if you were talking about Jon or K.C. '^^)

--K.C.--

We followed the streets, blending in like normal citizens- except for our clothes, of course. We were both wearing nearly all black, I was wearing my combat boots, and Elle was wearing extremely high-heeled boots that reached her knees. She was also wearing a short-sleeved dressed with fishnet gloves reaching her elbows, and black leggings. We both stuck out in the street like dots of ink on an otherwise blank piece of paper.

We walked to Elle's house, since she didn't live too far away from the crime site. She knocked on the door, but nobody was home. Her father, I guessed, was out drinking again, and her mother usually worked until around six in the evening. So Elle opened the door using her spare key, and walked into the house. I stood at the threshold.

"Aren't you coming in?" she asked, laughing. "You don't have to be afraid. My parents aren't going to get mad or anything." She came back over to me, dragging me inside.

"Me, afraid of your parents? Nonsense," I joked. "Your parents barely even know I exist. I don't think they want a stranger in their house without them knowing about it." I continued seriously.

Elle began to think on this, but then it seemed like her mind went to something else completely.

"I have to show you something!" she said excitedly, leading me to her room upstairs. I followed silently, not sure how to respond.

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(Sorry that was...kinda random. I just figured I should write a "passing" post to pass the time. I couldn't think of anything else. '^^)