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Sam has always been a character that I've been drawn to,..though I'm not exactly sure why... He has about him a sinister touch of class,..a polite professionalism that is at once charming while at the same time somewhat chilling...

Jadúgara ^_^

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What call have I to dream of anything?
I am a wolf. Back to the world again,
And speech of fellow-brutes that once were men
Our throats can bark for slaughter: cannot sing.

He sat in darkness, staring, waiting. The casually held cigar had burned out some time ago leaving only the lingering smell as evidence that it had been lit. He had no need of the cigar now. It was just something to hold. Something to show his intent as he stared at the door from his carefully chosen seat.

For all the world he was a statue staring with cold, dead eyes at the door like a placed and forgotten doll. He betrayed nothing as the time crawled by, as the gloom of dusk smothered all light, as the quiet was replaced by a rummaging noise beyond the door. Not even so much as an ear twitched as he heard the clop of shoes on hardwood, the unmistakable jangle of keys, and the staccato click of tumblers being unlocked. He made no move as the door swung open.

The victim didn't notice him as the hall light lit up his features. The dulled, civilized senses did nothing to warn their host about the danger lurking in the home as the victim walked into the room. But deep in the root of the being, an unspoken primal terror awoke those long unused instincts - the eyes of a predator are on you. The victim now plainly sees him and freezes. The glare of the hall light shines eerily in his eyes as he still makes no move towards his victim.

Thoughts collide in the victim's head, each fighting for control. Who has barged into my home? I don't know him. Am I in the wrong place? My chair was against the wall. Why is he looking at me like that? Dammit, this is my home! Wait, is it my home? The victim never dares look away from him and desperately tries to reorientate from just that limited view. Then one thought silences all of the others. He has a gun.

He had waited for his victim and waited longer still for the victim to notice the revolver nonchalantly placed in his lap. The victim's shocked and confused face easily conveys to him that this prey is now his. He knew that any hope the victim had of escaping him was gone the moment the door opened. He made a small gesture with the cigar holding hand and his victim, as if in a macabre hypnotist performance, dumbly closed the door as ordered. Those cold, dead eyes continued to stare as the room was plunged again into darkness.

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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

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Cleaner.

Sam knows how to be personable, though he does come off as being dirty to those who know his type; he plays the part of a buddy to strangers when he is on the job, a friendliness that is . The snub-nose revolver he carries is a telling indicator of how Sam behaves, old school criminal, clean and professional. This is the kind of person that, if he gains a reputation, will be respected by those on both sides of the law, cop and criminal.

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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

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Second image of yours I've looked at. You're an amazing artist. I'll look at more later. Thanks for contributing, this is really amazing and really gives me a vivid picture of the character.

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Gas burns fast. Liquor burns quicker.

Why thank you!

Kind words indeed!

Jadúgara ^_^

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Emoticons are the wheelchair ramps for the humor impaired.