Stay out of the light
Or the photograph that I gave you
You can say a prayer if you need to
Or just get in line and I'll grieve you
Can I meet you, alone
Another night and I'll see you
Another night and I'll be you
Some other way to continue
To hide my face
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go
Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame
It's for the bodies I claim and lose
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go
Down
And down we go
And down we go
And down we go
And we all fall down
I tried
I tried
And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death
We'll love again, we'll laugh again
And it's better off this way
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now.
Well never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now.
Well I tried
One more night
One more night
well I'm laughin' out, cryin' out, laughin' out loud
I tried, well I tried, well I tried,
'Cause I tried, but I lied
I lied
I tried
I tried
I tried, well
And we'll love again, we'll laugh again
We'll cry again and we'll dance again
And it's better off this way
So much better off this way
I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now
My Chemical Romance
Story:
A murderer is loose on the streets of Melbourne, Australia. No body knows who he is, why he's doing what he does, and why he picks his victims. The policemen following his case have become obsessed; their entire lives revolve around the unknown killer. Each day they study the victims, follow up leads, interview possible suspects, and yet they get no closer. Each victim is found clean with no fingerprints or DNA, and nothing in common with the many other victims. Police know each victim is the work of the same killer because they are left with his trademark - no clothes, no wallet, no possoble form of identification, face covered, and with a small cut on the stomach, just left of their naval.
Gerard Clouser, 28, lives in Wantirna, a small suburb, not rich but not poor. He lives by himself in a nice house, keeps his lawn tidy and is friendly to his neighbours. Every morning he goes to 'work', and every afternoon he comes home. What his neighbours don't realise is that the quiet, secluded young man hates his life. He had a troubled childhood and has grown up hating everyone around him, wishing he could be someone else. Although he hates everyone, he doesn't want anyone to have the same, horrible life that he has. So, on the weekend, he'll go out for a while, find someone who seems to have similar traits to himself, and for the next week, study them. Then, once he feels he knows them well, he'll kill them, taking their clothes and all possesion, covering their face, and leaving nothing but a small cut on their stomach. He will then take their identity and help them have fun in their final few days. He'll write their names in a book which he keeps under his bed, then live as that person for a while, whether male, female, black, white, green, purple. He will take them partying, let them meet new friends, and just have fun; then when he feels like they are ready, he lets them go, starting the process again. If he dies, everyone he has lived as and helped, dies along with him...
Rules:
1) BE LEGIBLE!! i dont wanna see riting lik this in every on fo youre posts. Seriously. I hate it. Yes, we all make mistakes, no one's perfect, but nothing over-the-top.
2) I don't mind god-modding. Less restrictions. Eg: Bob (not my character) smiled. Nothing like: Bob (not my character) had a heart-attack and died. Nothing that alters the whole story or personality of the character. Someone bitchy can't suddenly be all lovey-dovey.
3) I don't mind swearing as long as it adds to the story and isn't every second word.
4) Try to come on regularly. If your internet kicks the bucket, I don't mind, but yeah... Especially if you're in a conversation. If that happens and you don't come on for ages, the other person may control your character until you return.
5) Decent sized posts.
That's it. I may add.
Character Skeleton:
Name:
Position (cop, future victim, victim's family, etc):
Age:
Appearance (don't mind pictures, anime or otherwise):
Bio (if you want):
Personality:
Any thing else?:
I'd like to be Gerard but if someone else does and your Character Sheet is like 'oh my god! Wow! J K Rowling/Stephanie Meyer/Agatha Christe/James Patterson combined' then you may. Yes, i exaggerate but you get my point.
Any questions? Feel free to post about anything or pm me or whatever. I'm open to all comments, questions, corrections, etc.
Enjoy :]








(She has many scars on her face, arms, ribs, and legs. The most visible scar she has is the single scar on her neck.)






