Moonshine Ranch

Waking, everything was in a haze. Slowly sitting up, bright green eyes fluttered open, trying to get rid of the sleepy fog. Running a hand through her messy curls Lilly glanced around the small apartment. The place was a wreck. Beer bottles and clothes were thrown everywhere. Looking over to the other side of the bed Lilly saw it was empty and on the table beside it sat a whiskey bottle and an empty pill container. This new guy was turning out to be a bit of a menace, hell it wasn’t even noon yet.
Hesitantly Lilly got up. Realizing she had no pants on she quickly found a pair on the floor as she headed to the bathroom. Also on her way she flicked on the small television set, planning to listen to it as she got ready for what she could already tell was going to be a hell of a day. Applying a bit of makeup Lilly was trying to recall the events of last night; however everything was coming back in a drunken haze. Putting her pants on she heard an all too familiar voice come on the TV, it was none other than the sheriff. Smiling at herself in the mirror she remembered the last time she had saw him. Ah..those were the good old days. Having to know what this righteous asshole was blabbing about, Lilly walked over closer to the old television set. Seeing his old pruned up face brought back so many memories. And then suddenly something was said that caught Lilly’s attention.
Turning up the volume Lilly heard

“It has been confirmed that these victims are connected to the Moonshine ranch in which over 40 bodies were found nearly a year ago. Despite the bodies’ dismemberments, the medical examiner says he expects to positively identify most of the victims. Sherriff is there anything you would like to say about this horrific scene? “Then that same familiar face came back on the screen only this time his lips held an eerie, triumphant smile. “It’s time for us to seek justice. I will not rest until I see these psychos get the punishment they deserve...... That’s right Moonshine…I’m coming for ya.”

“SHIT!” Lilly screamed, dropping the remote and running for the phone. As soon as she picked it up she dialed the only number she had ever bothered memorizing, her brothers. “Jon… man were fucked they got our damn pictures plastered all over the new!” She practically yelled into the phone sounding way more panicky than she had anticipated. “They’re up at the old dumping spot digging the damn place up!” She spoke staring at theirs and Dimitri’s mug shots flashing across the screen. Calming down for a second the girl finally began to think straight. “Look call Dimitri and I’ll meet ya at Kitten’s place in an hour.” She said slamming the phone down on the receiver before anything else was said. She would have called Dimitri herself but she didn’t have the number. It was much harder for the cops to track them if they didn’t write anything down. Once again Lilly picked back up the phone, glancing at the clock as it rang, trying to decide how much time she had. The moment she heard a woman’s voice answer the phone Lilly started again. “Kitten look, me and the boys need a place to stay. We’ll be down there within an hour.” Lilly again slammed the phone down giving the woman no time to reject or even talk back.
Immediately after she ran over to the bed, pulling out the small suitcase beneath it and placing it on top. She began piling things into it, running around the small apartment and grabbing anything she would need. The necessities of course were the gun she always carried, the set of throwing knives she had kept for years, and the extra gun that laid in the nightstand drawer. Putting the gun in one pocket she added a knife to her back one. A small commotion was heard outside the door and Lilly realized she had been so distracted that she had forgotten her original problem.

A young man came bursting into the room, staggering and obviously drunk. Lilly simply rolled her eyes and continued packing. “Just where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“My brother needs me.” She answered walking by, trying to avoid his hand as it reached out to grab her arm.
“Brother? You don’t have no family!?”
“I lied.” She said simply shutting the suitcase as she had packed the last things. Grabbing her arm the man yanked her closer to his face. “Bitch you’re not going anywhere!” So were gonna play this game? She thought a playful smirk spreading across her red lips. Reaching up she passionately kissed the man, tasting the bitter alcohol on his lips. It of course caught him of guard, which is just what she intended to do. As he began to kiss her back, Lilly sneakily reach behind her, grabbing the knife in her back pocket with a tight grip. Pulling away for a breath Lilly quickly stabbed the man’s side, a vicious smile her only response. Screaming out in pain the man staggered back. Falling against the wall he laid there shocked and in pain. Walking up next to him Lilly spoke in a calm, sexy voice “What’s the matter baby. Don’t you want me to stay?” The man continued to try and yell out curse words though most of them just came out as a muffled groan. Reaching down Lilly grabbed the knife pulling it out of his side despite the desperate screams. Then to silence him once and for all Lilly viciously slit his throat. After dragging the lifeless body into the bathtub Lilly turned the ac all the way up, hoping this would buy her a few days before the body was found.

She was quickly on the road only taking about 30 minutes to get to Kitten’s place. Almost there she would park the car back in a wooded area, walking a few blocks to Kitten’s. Waiting outside in the harsh sunlight Lilly was anxious to see the others. She wondered if either of them had changed much, though she doubted they had. The only thing that had changed about her was her hair color. Before it had been jet black, but now it was her natural dirty blond color.

((Small post x[.Also, sorry for anything regarding this post before editing.. new to roleplaying.))
Martin was playing cards as he heard Kitten answer, then shortly hang up the phone. " Whatever.." Martin thought to himself and continued to play solitaire on a solitary table. He abandoned the game for now, it was making him angry, and walked over to the black and white tiled kitchen. He opened the rusty refridgerator and pulled out his favorite drink, wine. As he was walking back to the wooden table he nearly slipped on one of the cards he had frustratedly thrown over his shoulder while playing. "God Damn, this game is hard." He mumbled to Kitten. " What was that phonecall all about? " he asked blankly.

A pair of long legs stretched out with a thud as shiny black combat boots took up residence on the edge of the desk. Kitten Turner yawned, a mixture of boredom and fatigue on dominating her features. Her precious sleep was interrupted last night after an unruly customer tried to get greedy and take more than he paid for. The situation was quickly dealt with though, after a little ruffling up from some of the guards the man was tossed out like trash. 'He was alive wasn't he...' She thought about it for a second, idly filing her fingernails, sometimes her guards got a little carried away. He wasn't still at there when she woke up so he must be alive or something. Shrugging off the thought the dark-haired female opened up a drawer under her desk and produced a lockbox, inside was half of the money her precious girls pulled in the previous night. A wide grin spread across her face as she counted out all of the hundreds. "Did I ever tell anyone how much I love my job?" She asked to no one in particular. When the phone rang she safely secured the money and locked it away again, snatching the phone up with one hand and lighting the cigarette that rested between her lips in another.

It was Lilly, one of the very few people she was able to tolerate. Before she even got a chance to say something the female had hung up the phone. "What the hell? Must be urgent." Releasing a wispy cloud of smoke Kitten sat back, dropping her boots on the ground, then leaned forward, propping her elbows up on the desk. She didn't mind when they came to stay at all, the fact that they were all serial killers barely phased her at all. She was pretty aquainted with them so whenever they called and needed somewhere to lay low for a while, Kitten made sure there was space for them. Out of the corner of her emerald eyes she noticed Martin was playing something and talking to himself. She watched him with feline eyes until he spoke to her.

"Well it sounds like your friends will be visiting," she said with a grin, "must be the cops after them or something." Kitten rarely watched the news so she didn't know what exactly was going on. She'd been too consumed with handling her business to worry about what was going on in the news. Snapping she looked around for one of her bodyguards, "Rick just the guy I was looking for, do me a favor sweetie. We have some guest that'll be arriving soon, make some comfortable space will you." She made a hand motion as if she were shooing him off before turning her attention back to counting her money.

Jon arrived at Kittens place with Dimitri in toe. "Fuck I hate it when people dig up my shit, they dig up my shit and next time they will be the ones to be dug up." Jon said to himself. He was completly disgusted but it didnt show on his face. He knocked on Kittens door standing stalk still, in his creepy way. He wondered where his sister was, she was always very fast.