I'm always aware of my surroundings and if I hear something sudden, I usually stop and try to find the source of what it is. It usually just turns out to be some device or natural sounds (water droplets, the wind, traffic, etc.).
So what you're saying is, you're Tuxedo Mask with a crossbow.mastermarty said:In my room I have a medieval crossbow, a medieval dueling dagger, a Venetian mask and a book about medieval torture. Combined with the fact that I ussually wear a long, black coat, dress fancy and wear a hat which casts a shade over my eyes.....
And years later, when the killing starts, this image will be the only thing found at the scene of the crime...Dirty Hipsters said:So what you're saying is, you're Tuxedo Mask with a crossbow.mastermarty said:In my room I have a medieval crossbow, a medieval dueling dagger, a Venetian mask and a book about medieval torture. Combined with the fact that I ussually wear a long, black coat, dress fancy and wear a hat which casts a shade over my eyes.....
I'm ok with this.
I volunteered a friend and I to get tazed. It was so nice I did it twice (actually there's a story to that.)Zhukov said:Well, I'm yet to be tazed, but I've been screamed at.regardlessrampage said:i used to do that but one time as i sped up to pass the person in front of me they started running across the street, now i just cross the street and speed up, i don't want to get tazed for trying to be nice.Zhukov said:Heh, I feel that way when I'm walking behind someone at night, especially if the other person is a woman.Lilani said:I always feel like a serial killer when the car in front of me happens to be going the same place I do. Making the same turns, staying in the same lane...I feel like I'm stalking them, lol. And then I begin to wonder if they feel like I'm stalking them.
Sometimes I overtake people and walk in front of them just so they won't think I'm following them.
I used to go jogging at night, mostly so fewer people would see me sweating my majestic bulk along the track. One night I came galloping up behind a couple of young women going in the same direction. They heard me, turned, saw me coming, decided that some guy going for a jog constituted a defcon 2 situation and promptly started squealing their little heads off. One of them nearly fell into the river.
My first thought before Serial Killer would be that you were cosplaying Richard Castle, but yeahFoxKitsune said:My bedroom wall is dominated on one side by a map of the city of London, covered in post-its and string connecting them to one another.
Innocent explanation- I'm a writer and trying to maintain story consistency
The real problem with this is that it becomes so normal to you that you forget other people might find it worrying. I've had my bag taken from me at museums before for carrying a pocket knife, measuring tape, markers, scissors and a gasmask. I understand someone could use those to deface artworks, but it didn't even occur to me those were in there.Zhukov said:I had my backpack searched at work once. (Stuff had been going missing.)
Obviously there wasn't any stolen stuff in there, but I got some funny looks for what was in there.
"I swear, I had no idea I'd left a throwing knife in my bag. Hey, for your information, bolt cutters are very useful things to have around. Same goes for duct tape. Oh come on, don't look at me like that, those gloves are fingerless. Hey, nothing wrong with a first aid kit, pays to be prepared."