SideShowSEVER pt.1More Like This
Spite spread in the darkness. A pernicious desire, that finally is rewarded with bittersweet satisfaction. The air were stuffy and imbued with the salty scent of dry tears and sweat- and first time in his life he could breath free, he sucked the beautiful fragrance of revenge in his lungs . The dark blood smeared into the eclipse and the sfumato border between them disappeared. His eyes glittered as his look glanced fleetingly at the ruby-red tincture, that flew trough the night; he could feel the metallic-sweet taste on his tongue.
One can't describe what joy a killer feels while torturing his victim. One
Who is Sideshow Bob?Full name: Robert Underdunk TerwilligerMore Like This
Name meaning (Robert): "One with Bright Fame" -- very fitting!
Position: Master thespian-turned-hardened convict, once second banana on "The Krusty The Klown Show".
Prisoner #: 1211/A-113/24601
Age: uncertain, looks about 36 but no more than 43
Characteristics: Evil genius. He stands out from the crowd with a tall stance and freakishly handsome appearance: red, spiked hair ("weeping willow" hairstyle), and especially noted for his oversized feet. His refined attitude is easily noticed from his sexy, culture-accented voice; along with a beautiful singing talent to match. There's alot of sweet in all that sour. Tends to get emotional. Always scheming exquisite plans against anyone who's gotten on his bad side. Hot in a psychotic sort of way.
Personality: Extremely urbane and poised, with a mind like a steel trap. Arrogant, daring and remorseless, doesn't give half a damn what people think of him and keeps on his feet; but is constantly we
The Warden and Jared... Chp. 3The Warden was walking in the hallway the next day. For some reason, ever since the--well, SECOND incident that happened between him and Jared, Jared hadn't been around Superjail lately. Well, sure, he was IN the jail, but no one ever SAW him, to be exact. He had his left gloved hand stuck in his pocket, and he used his right gloved hand to use his cane to guide him along. The Warden, like some people, liked to eavesdrop on others. A LOT. And since Jared hadn't been around that much, he felt like spying on him or seeing what he was up to... If he was even THERE.More Like This
So, he tiptoed to his accountant's office to see the door cracked. He heard Jared's voice, and it seemed like he was talking to someone. The Warden peeked through the crack in the door. He saw Jared talking on the phone with someone. He was holding the phone in one hand, and he was holding...a beer in the other! The Warden would've gasped, but Jared would've heard him, so he just kept quiet and tried to listen to what Jared was