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located in The City, a part of murder by any other name, one of the many universes on RPG.

The City



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Character Portrait: Jett Ryder Character Portrait: Katherine DeLise
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Relief shot through him when she called out to him from the kitchen. This little get together was getting to be too personal for his liking. Sitting down the boxes he had in his hand, he returned to the living room where Katherine was watching him almost anxiously. She wanted him to leave as much as he wanted to leave.

Jett's brows shot up at the word preoccupied. Her pause and further explanation showed that she realized how suggestive it sounded. He took her apparent nervousness as a sign to take off.

"I think your right." He rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. "Thanks for the wine and food." Pausing awkwardly, he headed towards the door. Before he went, he glanced back at her. "I'll see you in the morning, Katherine."

Closing the door behind him, he got in his truck. The mask slipping from his face in mere seconds. As he drove home, he wondered if Katherine was sold on the personality he played. He found it unlikely that she did, she was too clever for that and he could tell that she had great instincts. All the more reason for him to stay away from her. She'll be nothing but trouble, and as much as would like to play with her, he couldn't.

Walking into his apartment, he hung his keys on one of the hooks by the door. Everything in his apartment had a place. With his obsessive cleaning habits, the whole place was immaculately clean. It would be almost impossible to find even a hint of dust. His crime scenes are the same, that is why he is always so confident that no one will trace the murders back to him. Only twice has he left something behind at a crime scene, and both times he was able to successfully destroy the evidence when he arrived at the scene.

Once he reached his bedroom he changed out of his clothes, placing them neatly into the hamper, before he laid down on his large king size bed. The bedframe was made out of a dark black wood with an extravagant padded headboard to match. He covered himself with the smooth satin sheets and stared at the ceiling. His eyes, which were normally sharp and mysterious in public, were now dull and lifeless. It was at night when his urge to kill was strongest. A constant worry of his was that one day, he would lose control and kill without being given an order to do so. Already, his monster threatened to come out on a daily basis.

After staring at the ceiling for he didn't know how many hours, he finally drifted off into sleep.