Alastor (Insane)

*Late one Friday evening, Alastor walks out of his front door. He lives in a small house right on the edge of the city of New Orleans. It's the perfect location. Not too far from the city, but very close to the marshy swamps that surround it... It's the perfect place to bring his victims to. He chuckles quietly to himself.* "Hmm... I'd say tonight is a wonderful night to go *hunting*..."

*as he was walking he saw a yellow letter with a bleach bottle on his hand and he was dancing*

*eyes narrow slightly at the sight of the bleach bottle, smile twitching faintly before smoothing back into a grin* How... vivid. Pray, do tell- does the bottle complement your dance, or is it the other way around?

*Late one Friday evening, Alastor walks out of his front door. He lives in a small house right on the edge of the city of New Orleans. It's the perfect location. Not too far from the city, but very close to the marshy swamps that surround it... It's the perfect place to bring his victims to. He chuckles quietly to himself.* "Hmm... I'd say tonight is a wonderful night to go *hunting*..."

*sits beside her with a dramatic sigh* Only if it's not one of those dreadful talkies!