Post by RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN on Nov 16, 2012 23:47:27 GMT -5
Rachael actually laughed for once. She hid a genial smile as she brought a hand up to stifle herself. ”I knew I should have picked up that minor in Mumbo Jumbo” she said. She was probably talking Altiar’s ear off with all this mumbo jumbo. Might as well dumb it down just so she wasn’t boring the poor girl. She pondered for a bit on how to present the sensitive subject matter. ”Most serial killers show two out of three tendencies at a young age. Pyromaniacs, animal abusers and are bed wetters far past the normal age for a child. They call it the MacDonald Triad.” Not the funniest of fun facts but it wasn’t like Rachael’s studies had much of a silver lining. There were actually a lot of things these killers had in common, abuse as a child, unstable families usually raised by dominant mothers, a family history of criminality and psychological disturbance. Rachael and her mother certainly fit in a few of those categories. Thankfully she was of sound mind herself and despite her frigidness she had a morality buried deep down. ”Most cases are single white men that fall into two different roles. You have the organized and non-social killer who has average intelligence an lures his victims into controlled situations and the lower intelligent ones who are socially inept and leave behind a chaotic crime scene after going into a killing frenzy.”
The motive behind the killings was the most chilling factor of it all. Cruel visionaries who seek control over their victims. Some just did it for the thrill and lust of it all. People trying to rid the world of a certain type of person because the voice of God in his head told him to. ”My paper is definitely not meant to be read before going to sleep,” When she had first started her research she had trouble sleeping at night from all the information she had to process. After a few months of little to no sleep she finally forced herself to do her work at night until she could no longer keep her eyes open. After a few weeks Rachael wouldn’t even bat an eyelash when she came across some new gruesome photos of crime scenes. ”Hmm, pigtails.” She scrunched her nose and shook her head a bit at the thought. Her hair was probably too short to even get a decided braid going in the young Addams style. Better to be Wednesday than a Pippi Longstockngs. ”When given an option I’ll always vote for sexy.” she flirted back. Nice to know what the girl thought of her in a sober light.
Altair made it sound sketchier than Rachael had first imagined. Maybe it was like the acting world were children lost themselves way too early. She couldn’t ever see herself in that sort of environment. She wondered how Altair could put up with all of that. The senior was intrigued enough to hear more about it from an insider’s view. ”Sounds a bit worse on your end.” she admitted. Modeling was more of a career than bartending. It wasn’t like Rachael had to put up with the catcalls for the rest of her life. ”You must really love it to put up with all of that.” Altair was beautiful enough to make it in Rachael's mind. What kind of toll did it put on a person's emotions though. Pitted in a room with a bunch of girls who all clearly look stunning and then picked over by people who are qualified to judge them on looks alone. What even made those judges 'qualified' to crush someone's dreams and self-esteem?
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TAGGED: Altair Sabina Bennett