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[b][u]Date: January 10th, 2021.[/u][/b] 
[b][u]Time: 10:15 AM.[/u][/b] 
[b][u]Location: Rayner's Apartment, Flatbush Gardens.[/u][/b]
[b][u]Interactions: None.[/u][/b][/center]
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[color=teal][b]"...and that's all for the weather. In other news, the body of a woman in her late twenties was found in Prospect Park early yesterday morning by a pair of cyclists who were riding through the area. Police were notified and are currently investigating grisly incident. Although details of the event have not been released to the public, the chief of the NYPD has gone on record stating that the possibility of homicide cannot be entirely ruled out-"[/b][/color] The man began, but was cut off abruptly as Rayner switched off his TV. Placing the remote back onto the small upholstered box stand off to his right, Rayner got up from his seat and slowly strode over to the windows overlooking the central area of his apartment complex. Letting out a small sigh as he took a moment to soak in some of the warm sunlight streaming into the small room, Rayner folded his arms behind his head and peered out into the bright world beyond, his mind focused on two things.

The fact that the authorities had found his kill.

And the brief spell of madness that had overtaken him in the park.

[I]"I mean, of course they found her. It's not as if I had gone out of my way to dispose of the body..."[/I] Rayner muttered to himself as he took a step back from the windows and began to pace back and forth across the room. 

Though to be fair, it's not as if he could have cleaned up after himself, even if he had wanted to. Seriously, where was he going to hide a body in a park? He hadn't brought a shovel with him that night, so burying her hadn't been an option. And just stuffing her in the closest trashcan was sloppy. He shook his head. It just couldn't be helped. At least he had gone about it in a way that didn't immediately oust him as the one who had committed the crime. Though the contact he'd had with her before her death meant that he'd be questioned and considered a suspect until further notice. But if he was careful, he wouldn't be caught. Least not before being able to deal with whoever possibly decided to come after him. 

As for the madness, it was somewhat concerning. This whole time he'd been killing, he'd never experienced a loss of control like that. And that worried him. He didn't like not being in control, especially given his goal, as it would quickly become a major detriment to his completion of it. That and the fact that it could easily get him killed if he succumbed to it at the wrong time. Rayner squeezed his eyes shut briefly and took a deep breath before opening them again. 

He'd have to be more vigilant about how close he came to that edge in the future.

Rayner shook his head, letting his arms fall back to his sides as he sat back down on the couch. Clearing his mind, he decided to spend the rest of the morning studying the rhythms bouncing around his skull. Perhaps he could find a new way to use some of his recently acquired abilities. If not, then at least they'd help take his mind off things.

Before fully retreating into his mind however, one last thought popped up.

[I]"I wonder what happened to that Great Fox looking spaceship..."[/I]