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[rubysrandomaskblog]

"Uhh...yeah. I do. Named him James-after my grandpa."

She smiled at her feet. "He's with his uncle right now, though."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

*She smiled at the other red head before murmuring* "Just gotta find a way to contact my son now..."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

"Whoa, whoa calm down. threw it in the river along with the dude, Jen! I ain't dumb!"

she put her hands up in defense and smiled.

"I ain't dumb."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

'M doin' well for once.

Ghost's been up my ass about some sort of report i had to do but the big lug aint tellin' me what kind of report it was so i can't locate it.

He's still here, gettin' yelled at for being on my phone lmao

come get your husband PLS.

o_o another johnny??? and y'all said GHOST was the most popular....

what up mah man?

-@rubysrandomaskblog

cannae hae the scary bloke wit'oot the lovable ine, aye? ah'm feelin' braw, hoo are ye, rubes?

[rubysrandomaskblog]

"Yeah, actually. Got a phone call from my ex-boss, Laswell. Said if i didn't report back i'd be considered a hostile because i went off radar. I dont really care however."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

(ahem le timeskip) "IM BACK!" she shouted as she walked in, trash bags in hand. "Didya like the food?"

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

🐈‍⬛🤍

[rubysrandomaskblog]

Food was done. She took the pan off the hot eye of the stove, turned off said eye and grabbed some bleach, peroxide, ACV, and other things she knew that could clean blood very well. Another thing she grabbed was a kitchen knife.

She walked over to the body, hummed and turned back, grabbing a few trash bags-just to hold him for the moment while she cleaned. It was never a good idea to leave a body in the bag. That shit was tracible as hell. And tells you that the killer is sloppy as fuck.

She shoved the top of the body into the bag first, then used a second one for the hips and legs. Why must men over this way be so damn tall? She shook her head before grabbing a few paper towels, wiping up the still wet blood, after that she poured a little peroxide onto the floor, and started scrubbing.

She hummed gently as she worked, a soft tune her uncle had taught her. soon the mess was cleaned up-peroxide did a good job but the bleach and ACV were needed as well. ACV to mask the smell, and Bleach just to be sure mold would't grow in that spot. "All clean, Jen!" she called out, to...where ever the hell the murderess had gone.

then she tied up the bags, dragged the body outside to her car and started said car up. She knew where to go, she's heard a few good stories being on base. But Stories only prove so much.

She'd have to test the waters herself.

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

Ruby was still in the kitchen-but now she was cooking. Something smelled...SpIcY.

"Y un poco mas de jalapeño...aha! Muy bien! Como mi tio's!" she murmured happily to herself as she added in about eight more Jalapeño slices into the fajita mix. Chicken and steak fajitas. A classic.

She heard the front door shut and heard some small talk over all the sizzling in the pan. She narrowed her eyebrows, making a 'V' like shape of a crease and listened to see if she could hear anything important.

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

They didn't have to wait long. There was a knock on the door of the barn and Ruby jumped up and continued cleaning-she'd let Jen handle this. She was still new, afterall.

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

Once she was alone, she let out a sigh, sat down on the floor, and curled up into a small ball. It was too much on her. All the fighting, the denying herself...she Loved how a gun fit right in her hand, loved to hear the bang it made when she shot.

But she also liked the more silent choices too. A knife, strangling someone.

Fuck. she was just like Him. She knew that from day fucking one...she just-didn't like the fact. That's all.

Fuck it. She was fuckin' Done. Red would resurface, and Jewel? Would fade back into the very back of her head-the part that she never paid any mind to.

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

She nodded.

She needed to watch herself.

She couldn't snap.

"Thanks."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

"Duh-never said You had to be the one to clean it. Jeez."

she rolled her eyes at Jen before starting to poke around in the kitchen, looking for cleaning supplies.

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

"Yeah-Yeah, your right-Uhh..An'ways."

Ruby hummed gently and looked at the oven.

"Needs a good clean."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

Ruby shrugged as she fanned the smoke out the window "No. I don't think I am." Your more so.

"I might be...Who knows?"

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

"This whole thing sounds fun t'me. Why wouldn't I be?"

she giggled as she opened the oven, smile never fading, even when pure black smoke surrounded her face "Ahh...yes, burnt oven. Nothing a little airin' out wouldn't do."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

[rubysrandomaskblog]

she nodded, excited. God it's been so long she she had a job she would actually enjoy. And she wouldn't have to resist herself much longer either.

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.