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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Elizabeth's eyes snapped open as the familiar annoying buzz of her alarm clock rang out reminding her that it was time to rise, three hours before work, so that she could get prepared to go there. She didn't mind the tedium, it was her break from her real passion. She sat up a smirk on her face, the fresh kill still on her mind. Elizabeth tilted her head from one side to the other to hear the familiar popping sounds of her neck cracking. The release felt great as she pushed herself off of the bed to saunter into her adjoining bathroom. She pulled the hair tie out of her messy pony tail to let her short brown hair tumble around her round face. “I am a sexy devil aren't I?” Elizabeth said to herself in the mirror as she posed in front of the mirror, tilting her body from one side to the other to see her nude form from every angle. “You are a beast Elizabeth!” she told herself again with a loud cracking slap to her bottom before she turned to her shower and turned it on. She didn't even wait the few minutes it took for the shower to warm up, stepping into the clear box immediately she set to cleaning herself off from the past day's rest and preparing herself for the day ahead of her. Had Elizabeth not been singing loudly and off key she probably would have heard the pounding at her door before she shut off the water in the shower and climbed out to get dried off. Once she heard the knock at the door her singing faded into a frown. “I'll be there in a minute,” she shouted moving to her bedroom as she hastily dried off her body. The knocking sounded again, followed by a “Miss Thory it's Miami DADE police we need to ask you a few questions please.” Well that put a kink in her morning. She hadn't gotten any more then her underwear on but if they were insistent then she'd be fine to oblige them. Elizabeth walked out of her bedroom and into her living room, “Fine, fine. I'm coming,” she called to them. She opened the door, “I don't know why you have to be so impatient, I was taking a shower,” she said to them with a frown looking curiously at the two people in front of her door. They both looked away from her mostly naked body the scrawny brunette covering her mouth as she muttered a 'holy fuck'. She looked at them incredulously, “Please don't tell me that you were so impatient to get me to the door that this bothers you? I told you to wait a minute,” she informed them both. “What is it that you need at this hour? I have to get ready for work.” “Hello Miss Thory. I'm Detective Morgan and this is Detective Batista. We're sorry about bothering you at the early hour but we were wondering if you could answer some questions for us about your next door neighbor. A Piper Adams?” Elizabeth looked from one to the other, both looking her in the face to avoid looking at the rest of her. Elizabeth smiled and raised her eyebrows to signify that she was waiting. She didn't verbally answer either of them expecting that the questions would come eventually. Obviously, if they couldn't wait they weren't wondering if she could they wanted her to answer questions or to ask for them to get a warrant or bring her in. “Yes, well, first thing is, did you hear anything strange in her apartment that last week?” the man, Detective Batista asked. Elizabeth shook her head. “It would depend on what you mean by strange. My next door neighbors are all conservatives and so you normally don't hear much except the things that leak through the thin walls. If you mean screaming, yelling, fighting and all that? I think she was fighting with someone about two days ago. It was something about a TV that she pawned off or something like that.” The detectives respectively looked at one another before back to Elizabeth. “You seem to remember that pretty well, do you remember any other fights that she had with anyone?” Elizabeth frowned and moved away from the door inviting them in, “I told you I have to get ready for work so if you're going to ask me questions you'll have to do it while I get ready for work. Yes. I have a good memory. No. I do not catalog and record every fight my neighbors have. No. I don't get into their business and I almost always keep to myself unless I'm outside and see someone. I am a normal hermit just like everyone else in this city,” she said closing the door behind them walking down the hall back into her bedroom the detectives following to just outside of her door. “What all do you know about Miss Adams, Miss Thory?” the female detective, identified as Detective Morgan, asked. “I know that she liked take out. I never see her in the morning when I leave for work. I occasionally see her when I take out my trash and we smile, wave and make idle chit-chat when we run into one another. Can you tell me what happened so I might be of better use to you? She wasn't really my closest acquaintance but if you're here about stolen items and need to know more about her character and whatnot I can vouch for her or whatever. She's a good mum to her son,” Elizabeth rambled on as she pulled on a pair of jogging capris, a sports bra and a runners jacket. She came out of the room moving to her laundry room, right past the detectives who were looking to one another and talking in hushed whispers for the moment. “I'm sorry to inform you of this Miss Thory, Miss Adams is dead,” said Detective Batista. Elizabeth paused in mid turn. This fact didn't surprise her or scare her at all. In fact the screams in her dreams the night previous might have very well been her next door neighbors as she was being killed. She had to react to this appropriately though. What was appropriate for this? Shock? Maybe some tears? Yes, that would probably be right. Elizabeth's jaw had went slack as she though about it. The thoughts dawning over her as her right hand slowly came up to her mouth a gasp of surprise escaping her lips. “You're sure it was her?” Now she had to force the waterworks. She quavered her chin and thought about the saddest thing she could, which wasn't much, but she was able to get some semblance of looking sad as the male detective spoke. “Are you alright Miss Thory?” “I think so,” Elizabeth said, her voice quavering with fake remorse. “I think I need to sit down, I feel like I'm going to be sick.” She moved past both detectives very quickly to hide her smile as she stalked down the hall into her living room to sit on the couch. “How? When? Where?” she asked them looking to them, the desperation in her voice. “We do not have all of the details yet but we are looking into it, so any information that you can give us would be greatly appreciated.” Elizabeth swallowed hard to keep from laughing but it appeared like she was swallowing a lump in her throat. “Well I really didn't know her well. She was my next door neighbor I didn't really think much of it. Am I in danger?” she asked them as they stood over her shaky looking body. “We don't think so but we do suggest that you lock your doors, don't let anyone unfamiliar in your home and see about being escorted by a friend to your door,” said Detective Batista. “Is her son alright?” “We don't know yet but we'll see about keeping you updated.” Great. More time to keep up with a stupid charade. “Do you have more questions for me?” The detectives looked to one another and shook their heads. “But it would be nice if you made yourself available in case we need to ask you more questions.” “Certainly,” Elizabeth said dropping her socks to the floor as she stood up to cross to the kitchen bar. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen writing down her name and phone number. “That's my cell you can catch me there or leave a message. I have to be at work in a few hours and I don't always hear it over the music.” “Oh! Are you a dancer?” Detective Morgan asked. “No,” Elizabeth said with a shake of her head, “I'm an aerobics instructor.” The detective nodded her head and began toward the door. “Well thank you for your help Miss Thory we'll get a hold of you if we need anything else.” “You're welcome. Please call me Liz. I don't like Miss Thory.” “Alright Liz. Have a good day,” Detective Batista said with a tip of his hat before he began to walk away. Elizabeth disappeared behind her door closing it securely. This could potentially be bad for her. It shouldn't be, she didn't kill the woman next door but this put noses up her butt that she didn't want there and that made her uncomfortable. With a frown Elizabeth crossed the room to her socks and put them on her feet followed by her sneakers. She was officially in her work uniform. Now it was time for breakfast. She stood up and crossed the living room into the kitchen. At first the breakfast started out for just her but slowly it grew from her normal 2 eggs, 3 pieces of bacon and toast into a large omelet, two packages of bacon, a loaf of bread for toast and pancakes. She had done it intentionally, she wanted to make it seem like the quirky neighbor isn't really someone to look at. The only thing was that giving them the food would probably seem weirder then just disposing of it in her garbage disposal. Elizabeth made quick decision and decided to just leave it there until she got home. She looked at the clock and she was already 20 minutes late for her pre-aerobics run which meant that she was skipping that this morning and going straight to her walk to work. Elizabeth picked up her gym bag and her keys as she headed out of the front door, locking it behind her and throwing the keys into her bag she began toward the stairs to get to ground level. It appeared that it was going to prove more difficult to keep a frowning face then she originally deemed it. As she came closer to the stairs they brought the gurney with the black bag atop it. She wanted to look inside but she wasn't allowed, she'd never be allowed and if she was she be exposed to the world for what she was, a sadistic serial killer. She couldn't have that. Elizabeth's face went blank and lifeless as the gurney made it's way down the stairs and a man made his way up the stairs. He looked relatively normal outwardly and he held a case in his hand, looking to be making his way to the crime scene. “Excuse me,” she called to him putting her chin up. “Am I allowed to go down this way?” she asked, knowing very well that she wasn't since the yellow tape was guarding it off. The only problem was that the only other set of stairs to the ground level was on the other side of the tape as well. The man came back over toward her looking dreadfully confused as to why she was asking since it should have been obvious. “I'm sorry Miss? This is a crime scene,” the man said. Elizabeth quickly scanned for a badge but found nothing but an ID card. Dexter Morgan? Wasn't the woman she met earlier a Morgan as well? “I don't mean to be rude or anything but it's either these steps here or the ones over there,” she indicated to the steps further away from the crime scene's door but the only other set of stairs. “Um hold on a second,” he said about to turn from her. “Wait,” Elizabeth said and he turned to look at her. “What is it?” Elizabeth stared at him for a moment. “You look dreadfully familiar,” she said to him with a tilt of her head. “Have we met before?” “I don't think so and I'm pretty sure I'd remember a woman as pretty as you.” “If you say so,” Elizabeth responded not sure why she recognized him. “Um, I have to get into this crime scene before they fire me. Can I trust you not to touch the banisters on your way down?” Elizabeth gave him a nod as he lifted the tape for her. She bent to go under and turned to quickly descend the steps. Once she was at the bottom she turned to look up at the man. Dexter Morgan. Why did he look so familiar? Elizabeth didn't have time to figure it out right then, her morning already ruined byt the appearance of the detectives. The movement which seemed to have slowed, sped back up as she turned away from the man and started on her way to work.
So yesterday I didn't post. No excuse really, I fell asleep after a nice bath to soak my bones and muscles. It was a long day and I didn't have the energy to do much after I put my kids to sleep. So, onto the days activities (or yesterdays). So I woke up and called my daughter's teacher explaining that I couldn't get her the vaccination and she said she'd call me back. She called me back and said that she'd work it out when I got to the class. We went to the class and there seemed to be no problems. Fantastic. Afterward it was a drive to the Zoo, waiting and then we got to go inside the zoo! Well a zoo, like any other zoo, has a lot of animals and involves a lot of walking. With a two year old and a four year old (the forgotten stroller at home) it was a long day of looking and making sure they didn't run away too far from me. Now this was probably one of the many times I've considered getting those child leashes. It was a lot of chasing and, sadly, yelling to make sure that my daughter didn't run too far off with her friend Nate. Now I'm 25, I'm not old, I just don't move very fast because I like to relax as I go. On top of that I was also carrying my son the entire time because he didn't want to walk very often. Up, down, stop go. It was a long day and probably would have been better had I remembered the stroller for my son. >_< We saw lots of animals. Giraffes I think was my daughter's favorite along with the bear and the elephants and the monkeys and the horses. I think my favorite part was either dancing on the endangered animal carousel between my kids OR! Petting the stingrays. They feel slimey but it's awesome and my daughter got to touch one. Unfortunately she dropped the shrimp so she didn't get to feed them. Yeah I'm weird but dancing on a carousel is hard because the centripetal force throws off your balance a little. Also I think I took on Best Dressed Mom yesterday. I wore my black and white sundress with black goth boots and messy bun hair (which got messier from the son on the shoulders). So it was a good day, long day and my kids had a ton of fun and I got to dance. All around win. It was even more win that my kids fell asleep almost the moment I started the car. It was cute and I'll post the blurry pictures on twitpic here in a bit.
So today's accomplishments!? NONE! Okay. I got one accomplishment, I got my forum/topic markers done today. I guess you can include that the members list looks better, I got the blog header working and I started work on the Profile. I'm a woman that loves a good profile and I HATE the default IPB one but I don't know what to do with it. It's like a necessary evil that I don't know how to make a "nice" necessary evil. I mean, I used to have one of the best profiles (and from a few compliments that I've heard) THE best profile in the 2.3.x series. I completely re-vamped my profiles to look the way I wanted them... Now I don't think I have the same amount of a reason for it because the new profiles look better but I don't know what to do with them.... They offer a lot more sex appeal then the older ones but not enough for me to be satisfied with them. So I didn't get much else done, mostly because I'm pretty sure it's that time of the month and my skin scrawls because I'm wearing clothes. I don't understand it really, I feel like a big ball of sensitive skin. I'll be glad when it's all over. About this though, I have two kids and when they are asleep I like to take long, hot baths... you know the quiet, uninterrupted sort that is really..... quiet, and well, is it just me or as a parent of young children do you get paranoid when you want/do something for you yourself? I turn on the bath water and immediately have to stick my head out of the door because I think I hear my son crying. Of course he never really is but it still doesn't make me any less paranoid. Next thing to talk about? My recent Twitter conversation with Sparky, AKA LOL_J on Twitter, got me thinking about dancing in public. Now I have no problem with shaking my ass for anyone's preview. I come from a family of very few reservations. We are all eccentric Addams family types in my household. But, as I talked with her I realized, as I always do, that I'm a woman that stands out in a crowd. I'm not necessarily skinny, actually probably not by a long-shot, but I still wear crop tops and things that show off my strangely colored legs. I wear medieval clothing in public, PJs. You name it and I've probably worn it in public, Yes.... even a bathing suit with nothing else. NO, I've never been nude in public. Off kilter there for a second, now I'm back on track. SO! I'm a 6'2", not so skinny "Amazon" woman that doesn't really have a self conscious bone in her body.... or so it would appear by the way I dance, shake my ass and sing, and terribly massacre songs, while I'm out and about. Now I come to think of why this is. I mean I know I'm not attractive and what-ot. I think I might do it for the attention but it's more likely I do it for the laughs. Like yesterday! Most epic thing. We were checking out of Sam's club, I do a deep hip shaking dip to "Fever" I think, and then there is this cheer from behind me. It's like this 70 year old man cheering at me shaking my ass. I had a good lol before I went back to doing my shaking. Why do I really do it? Because I enjoy, enjoying myself and really like to smile. What else? What else? Oh yes! I keep getting random comments that seem like real people but I mean they are just off enough to make me think that they are spammers. Really I don't understand why I have spammers on such a small site that no one really reads anyways. That being said I guess I will answer a few questions that I am unsure if bots are asking or real people. *I have approved most comments removing the bot-like link from their comment, sorry to anyone that is real that has had it removed.* Question1: Yes I run this on the Application, WordPress. I designed *or mostly designed, the original coding was from a template* the layout for the site. Question2: I try to update every day. Am I successful? Probably not but I do try. Two kids and looking for a job along with many other non-social activities and chores around the house=Not always the most successful at getting anything done. Question3: I don't care if you rate my site, bash my site, promote my site or whatever in your own blog. Please feel free! I just ask that you post a link to the source after you're done with it so I can read it. I'm fine with answering questions and whatnot so. :D I got my son a training toilet today. I hope that it will inspire him to start potty training. I'm so over diapers it's not even funny. I don't think he really understands, or cares to go potty yet so I don't know how successful it will be. *crosses fingers* here's hoping. I was talking earlier with my friend, Neph, about how crazy my thoughts can get sometimes. I only knew this from my late night post yesterday with the Random thought about brain melting. It just seemed overly odd to me that I would come up with that while tired and not while awake. I guess when your brain as less "active" functions to do then it has more time to be creative or think of odd things. Maybe it's what it's supposed to do... to confuse us. I think that's it for the night though. I know this seems like I'm cutting this post short... I am! I'm falling asleep at the keyboard which is a surefire sign to just stop typing and go to bed. Goodnight everyone. Hope you're having a nice day!