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by **Rini** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:07 am

The Story
In the early 90's crime rates spread to an uncontrollable number. Robberies, murders, and such were always the hot topic in the news. Nothing scared the public more than the sudden rise of notorius serial killers. Each using unique techniques to kill their victims. Less and less people went out after 7:00pm, a new curfew that many followed by. Even then, killers started breaking into homes, continuing in their murderous ways.

The Scene
Set back in the mid 90's of San Francisco.

Character Skeleton
Name:
Age:
Killer?(if not leave next part blank)
What technique?
Appearance(pic is fine):
Police/Victim:

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by **Rini** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:10 am

Name: Myori Rae
Age: 30
Killer?(if not leave next part blank) Yes
What technique? Swift Assasination
Appearance(pic is fine):

Police/Victim: N/A

by **Beyond Birthday** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:13 am

Name: Mercedes O'hara
Age: 28
Killer?(if not leave next part blank) Yes
What technique? Silent Kill
Appearance(pic is fine):

Police/Victim: N/A

by **Rini** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:16 am

Accepted

by **Thorgaar the Bloody** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:20 am

Name: Bill Hardy
Age: 38
Killer: Yes
Technique: Vengeful Torture
Appearance: Medium length lanky black hair, shrunken eyes, normal height, medium build. Wears a long black leather greatcoat, and has a black fedora. Steeltoe boots.
Police/Victim: N/A

by **Rini** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:23 am

Accepted, we'll either start or wait for some more people, I'll leave the choice with you guys.

by **Thorgaar the Bloody** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:25 am

Wait for more, methinks. btw, is there a limit on the gore of the murders? Because mine may get a little... graphic... Think Marv from Sin City

by **Rini** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:28 am

Okay, and hmmmm well with this being about serial killers I guess its okay.

by **Thorgaar the Bloody** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:32 am

ok. I'll try to get one of my friends to join as soon as he's online. He's a sadistic bugger.

by **Gravity** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:45 am

Name: Gravity
Age: 21
Killer?(if not leave next part blank) Yes
What technique? Hidden Fury
Appearance(pic is fine):

Police/Victim: N/A

by **freakazoid** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 8:23 am

Name: Rebecca Edwards
Age: 23
Killer?(if not leave next part blank) No
What technique?
Appearance(pic is fine): Long, dark, curly brown hair; gray blue eyes; tall and slender
Police/Victim: FBI agent training in criminal investigations

by **Kohanna** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 9:33 am

Name: Alanna Toshiko

Age: 21

Killer?(if not leave next part blank) Yes

What technique? Kiss of a dragon...

Appearance(pic is fine):

Police/Victim: N/A

by **Rini** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 9:36 am

Accepted, question again...is everyone ready to start or wait for more people?

by **freakazoid** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:40 am

Hmm well if you want two sides to the story, we should get some more cops and/or victims in here.

by **DeadlyBandages** on Thu Jul 03, 2008 3:32 pm

Name: Samael (Not his actual name, but the name he has taken)
Age: 26
Killer? Yes
What technique? Brutal, twisted killings. He loves to prolong things a bit before finishing people off. He also enjoys breaking people down mentally. His favourite method of killing is using something the victim holds dear, like a prized statue.
Appearance(pic is fine): He has jet black hair, stained with blood. His skin is unusually clean. He stands 5'8, and is mildly built. He wears a business suit, lulling people into a sense of security. His eyes are a piercing green, and he has a small scar across his chin.
Police/Victim: N/A

by **Thorgaar the Bloody** on Fri Jul 04, 2008 2:12 pm

ok, lets just start it already... We aren't going to get any more people.

by **Rini** on Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:02 pm

OOC: Sorry I was totally gone forever, I'll start us off.

Myori leaned against a brick wall, outside of a house she'd just broken into. The family inside had given her trouble in the past, so she decided to pay them a little 'visit'. There wasn't much blood, she'd done a simple throat slit on everyone. 'That'll be the last I hear of them.' She thought as she slipped through a hole in their backyard fence. She ran through the dark streets, leading back to her apartment downtown.

Running inside she slammed the door, rushing to the bathroom. Her hands were covered in blood, some of them put up more of a fight than the others did. It managed to splash on her shirt and face. Scrubbing the evidence away she sighed and went into her bedroom. Sitting on the edge of her bed she stared out the window. So much was going on in the shadows, most people were inside at this time. With crime on the rise, most people were smart enough to stay inside. This didn't stop much of the killings concidering people felt invincible in there homes, this was a fatal flaw. Turning over she shut her eyes in hopes of falling asleep.

by **DeadlyBandages** on Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:15 pm

Samael shuffled through the streets, covered in blood from his recent kill. It was so exhilerating. He kept walking, knowing that no one would be outside to see him in all his gory self.

He made it back to his "home", which he couldn't remember if it actually belonged to him or someone he killed. He walked inot the living room, and saw the picture of his ex-girlfirned, Karen. Tears almost came to his eyes Karen, I'm doing what you what you always wanted to do. What I always wanted to do. Why did that bastard of a father of yours have to kill you? Why? I killed him for you, yes I did. That bastard deserved worse than anyone could dish out. I hope he is burning in the deepest pits of Hell.

He stripped himself of his bloody clothes, and jammed them into the washing machine. He pulled out another suit, which looked exactly the same. In fact, they almost all looked exactly the same. Blue with white pin-stripes. The tie, however, was always different. Sometimes bland, sometimes not.

As he dressed himself he looked through the phonebook, looking for people he called frined from those horrible years called teenagerhood. He didn't plan to kill them, only scare them so that they beefed up security around their house. The people he was after were those who squandered their life. Those who put value in objects, not people.

by **Beyond Birthday** on Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:32 pm

Standing before her front door Mercedes gloved her other hand, not wanting the blood of ones she killed to make contact with her skin. This was the one thing that made her sick, the lifeless blood of her victim ruining her clean skin. A dark grin spread across her face as she set out to find her next victim. She never planned her attacks, she'd find someone and decide rather they were worth killing or not.

It was around midnight when she left, the streets were almost empty with the exception of drunks and others who served no real purpose. The possibilities were endless for her, so many people who currently had no control over there bodies. It was sad in a way, it almost took the fun away. They would be too out of it to scream or beg for mercy. Shaking her head at the thought of how worthless people really were, she spotted her next target. A man who seemed to be sober at the time, this would be fun.

"Excuse me, I'm lost and could use some direction." She put on an innocent voice, luring her prey in. The man looked at her for a second and decided she seemed safe. "Sure." His answer was short and to the point. She smiled, having him direct her to a bar, one she knew well. They came to an alley, one deserted showing no signs of life. Bringing her right hand up she grabbed the man's throat.

"You shouldn't be so trusting of me." Her hand tightened around his neck, her other hand grazed his cheek. "No need to worry, I'll make this quick and painless." Snaking her other hand around to his neck she quickly popped it, breaking his neck. The sound was dull and quick. Her smile dropped as his body hit the ground. "Goodbye." She turned and finished her walk to the bar.

by **Thorgaar the Bloody** on Sun Jul 06, 2008 10:21 am

'You killed my wife, and you want me to leave you alone, you bastard?' Bill pointed to a set of instruments on the table behind him. 'I'll start with that one, and I won't quite believe that you're sorry. Then we get to the next one, and we're closer, like buddies. By the time I get through all of them to that one, I'll believe every little apology that streams out of your mouth. I hate suspense, so we're starting now.' Bill picked up the baseball bat, and swung. He set it down, then grabbed the pliers, ignoring the screaming and the squirts of blood...

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