Introduction
Warning: This will be an intensely, graphic horror based, adult RP. Youโve been warned. DO NOT JOIN IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS TYPE OF ROLE PLAY.
The Plot
The sleepy suburban town of Shadow Brooke was always the ideal community to raise your family. With a great public school systems an extremely low crime rate, great hospitals and neighborhoods, Shadow Brooke was highly recommended that was until the Halloween Massacre on October 31, 2005.
A week before Halloween six teenagers suffered from severely violent nightmares, headaches, and suicidal thoughts few even attempted to kill themselves. They kept complaining about seeing a man, tall and shadowed by darkness, he wasnโt going to hurt them as long as they did what he said. The teens were put on medication and if they did not get better they would have to be institutionalized, for their own safety and the safety of others.
The medication proved to be working, until tragedy struck on the rainiest night of the year, which happened to be Halloween. The six families of the teenagers were found slaughtered and it appeared to be at the hand of their own teenager. The teenagers were thought to be insane and a danger to the community they were locked in solitary in Shadow Brookeโs Asylum. When asked about the night they swore they did not commit the murders, but evidence was stronger than their words.
PRESENT DAY:
Now seven years later all six teens have passed the sanity tests and they are set to be released back into the world. All they want is to get their lives back on track and forget the past. But what happens when the mysterious man starts appearing again, first in their dreams and then right in front of them. Will they be able to figure out who he is and why heโs come back for them, before the past repeats itself?
Roles Available
Kimberly Watts ||TAKEN
Harmony Todd ||TAKEN
GIRL 3||TAKEN
Sebastian Kriss||TAKEN
Jack Fischers||TAKEN
Jackson Ushiromiya ||TAKEN
Man Shadowed in Darkness||OPEN (Will have to help with plot Ideas through PM!)
The Rules
*This is an Adult RP, but RPG rules still apply. So Love scenes keep them PG-13, cussing is fine, drugs and alcohol are okay too.
*Be active, donโt join if you cannot keep up, if you drop out, Iโll kill off your character.
*Everyoneโs Ideas are welcome!
*Reservations are in OCC only, for 24 hours
*Feel Free to ask Questions
Character Sheet
(I donโt require a picture, but if you add one no anime.)
Full Name
Nickname
Age (21-24)
Theme Song
Insanity Level (1 completely normal, 10 completely insane)
Appearance (Please be detailed if you do not add a picture!!!)
Personality
History(Breif)
Add anything else you want!
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โMiss Avalon?โ The doctor entered the room.
She didnโt reply she simply continued to look out the bared window down to all the news vans and protesters at the entrance of the Asylum. She couldnโt hear what they were say, but she could read all their signs. Some read โMurders should be dead.โ Others read โThey donโt deserve their freedom.โ Malory was already getting dark though, who were they to judge her. It was never even fully proven that she had killed her family, sure they had all the evidence and she would take full credit for killing her mother, but there was no way she offed her father and her siblings. She let out a breath, she remembered every detail of her past, but there was always a blank when she tried to remember what happened in between the time the power went out and came back on.
โToday is the day of your release, there is a van waiting outside for you, as soon as were down here, the state has provided housing for you and the others for three months which should be enough time to find a job and get on your feet.โ The doctors voice brought her from her thoughts.
He continued to go over information, such as taking her medication, doctor visits, what to do if she started having thoughts or harming herself again. She frowned gently at the thought how the hell were any of them supposed to get a job, the whole world knew who the Halloween Massacre teens were, they would go down in history for what everyone thought they did or didnโt do. She took a deep breath and then let it out, it was a frustrating thought. Finally she was asked if she understood all the agreements and terms, she nodded and singed the papers, before being escorted to the van. Police held back the crowed of screaming protesters as Malory climbed into the back of the Van.
The drive to the apartments that were being supplied for them seemed long, Malory was surprised at how much Shadow Brooke had grown the once sleepy suburban town was now a city. Finally on the outskirts of town the van pulled into an average looking apartment complex. She was greeted by a younger man who escorted her too her apartment on the top floor.
โHere we are, apartment number 666.โ He said handing her the key as they stopped in front of the door.
โYouโve got to be fucking kidding me?โ She said giving him a flat look.
โNo, Iโm sorry is there a problem he asked, there are six rooms rented out to you and the five others, this is you.โ He said slightly confused, though he didnโt exactly get the irony of it.
โNo, no problem at all.โ She said unlocking the room and stepping inside to a fully furnished studio apartment, it was small, but then again she was nicer then where she had been for the past seven years.
She thought about her classes. It was well past her rehab time now. She tried to smile remembering what happened in them-they lasted at least half an hour on Thursdays' and on Tuesday's-an hour. She had met a few freaks like herself, but she knew that she'd never met up with them. One had committed a suicidal attempt and the other two still attended those classes. One had been on a drup overdose and nearly killed himself and the other had been a real anger management type dude. Well, they at least accepted her, knew what she'd done, but made friends with her - not like these protestors that stood out side her window.
She didn't want to stay here. A bunch of signs were held up by middle-aged people all in the front row of the gathering. She tried to smile but they just got angrier, like Kim was going to lunge out the window with a gun in her hand and shoot bullets through their thick skulls.
But no she wasn't like that, she didn't belong in a hell hole like this! She was normal, she never killed anyone. She just couldn't made herself believe this. Although she hated people, she would never kill them for it!
She closed the curtain in their faces. And tried to act as if it was some normal camp. Without normal kids or instructors or activities or anything...But she just tried to believe in it.
Kimberly had heard voices. She knew then, while waiting in the center of her compressed room, that they were here. Her fellow mates - her fellow murderers. "I wonder what they think about this. My...friends. I wonder what those protestors think. About having us all locked in an apartment together - they probably think we're planning our next kill..Well not me. Whatever they think - I'm definately as hell not going to follow them," Kimberly muttered to herself. Although she was locked here. She wasn't crazy. She hadn't heard her voice in a long time - being trapped in a cell with no one to talk to but yourself, well you kind of get used to the pain of knowing that you're stuck in there with no others to help you escape, so the only thing you can do is talk to yourself.
She nodded at herself thinking about how much sense it made.
Kim hated the others, she didn't want to be around them and they knew she hated them. Well at least she hoped they did. So she wouldn't have to tell it to their faces and then they try to kill her. No, she didn't want that.
But she did know was that...life was so not fair.
"I see the man and the man sees me
Wearing that look oh how scary he is
Oh let the man that haunts my dreams
Haunt those that I love most..."
The doctor sent him an unease look as if re-thinking about his decision. Jake didn't care much about what the man was thinking right now. If his friends went out without him, he would break free of this place. End of story. Yawning, Jake tapped the tips of his fingers on the table impatiently, watched the doctor's every move like a predator. The song automatically came out of his mouth without him even aware of it. He had sung it for so many years that it had become a habit to him.
"Over the white wall and over the gate
Back where my heart is longing to be
Oh let the blood that stains my hands
Stain on the roads I walk"
The doctor looked extremely reluctant now that he had sung that verse. He supposed it was a little intimidating but then again, the spoon said that humans were afraid of everything. Jake snickered when the man moved slowly, hesitatingly and handed him the white paper. Snatching the pen out of the man's hand, Jake wrote down his name sloppily. Grunting angrily because the pen did not move like how he wanted, he ignored the doctor as the man flinched and moved away from him warily. He had known that he was one of the most dangerous patients here, only after Jack - one of his other friends and he didn't need anyone to remind him of it.
"There! Can I go now?" Jake asked rudely and frowned when the man, unfortunately, shook his head. "What else?" The doctor latched onto a long string of explanations what he should do and shouldn't do if the nightmares came back. Snorting, Jake forced himself to endure it. Just a little bit more and he was free. Jake tuned out the man's dulled voice as he began to hum the next verse. Just a few minutes more. Be patient, Jackson! You could do this.
"I hear his voice and he hears my own
Calling from the depth of my onyx heart
Oh let the voice that talks to me
Control my heart and soul"
While the man continued to babble about some useless check-ups and pills, Jake turned his head away to look at the window. There were a lot of people down there, screaming and welcoming him back with opened arms. 'How lovely, huh, window? They even bring some weird signs for me. Haha, Murders should be dead? That's funny! I wonder who're the murders they are talking about...' His black eyes shone brightly as he turned his head when he heard the doctor asked "Are you listening to me, Jake?" Yeah, yeah, some blah blah things about check-ups and pills, he heard it the first time, alright? Nodding his head, Jake muttered "Ah yeah, hear you, alright? Can I go now?"
The doctor seemed like he didn't want to hold Jake any longer than necessary and the man gave a small, barely noticeable nod and a sigh in relief before escorting him out. Walking out of the asylum seemed like eternity for Jake as he continued to hear screams and words of the protesters. "What a warm welcome! Don't you think so, mister police?" Jake asked, giggled when the police's arms tightened around his own, enough to leave a bruise later. Jake didn't care about it though... Hurting was only temporary. "Listen here, Ushiromiya... You may fool the others that you have been cured but I know better than that... You are insane!" The policeman whispered in his ears and Jake laughed, singing the last verse loudly for everyone to hear.
"Out of the tower of hatred I'm in
Back where my heart is longing to be
Oh let the blood that stains my hands
Stain on the ones I hate"
The crowd was now screaming even more angrily and loudly than they had screamed before. He was tossed into the van violently. Pushing himself back up, Jake sat down and continued to hum, this time without words. Ah, how he loved his song. He wondered if he ever met that man again. Maybe he would ask that question and then he would receive his answers. How nice was that? Yawning, he smirked and began to annoy the nearest person he could find. Which was the policeman that had tossed him into this van. He had just the perfect ways to do this. In a sing-song voice, Jake asked cheerfully "Have we arrived yet?" The policeman glared at him and huffed "No" Waiting for exactly 5 more seconds, Jake began again "Have we arrived yet?"...
The drive to where he would live was very entertaining for Jake to say the least. The policeman looked like he just wanted to punch Jake after he heard the same question for the 20th time that day. Jackson just laughed. He knew the man couldn't do what he wanted. The moment the van stopped, the policeman was ready to explode. He tossed Jake down for the second time that day, uncaring if the younger man got hurt because of his actions. He had had enough. "That's your damned house. You will live with the others murderers! Get out of my sight! There are several others that are here already..."
Cocking his head to one side just to further annoy the man, Jake grinned and giggled "Ohhhhhh, rightttttt" The man climbed on the van before Jake could do anything more though and the young man pouted. That was no fun at all. Opened the door and stepped inside, Jake grinned widely and called out loudly so that his other friends could hear him "HONEY! I'm homeeeeee! Do you have to wait long for me? I'm sorry but I was having a lot of fun!"
He opened a random door and began his singing again. This time, his voice was much softer but carried with a lot more malicious intents:
"I see the man and the man sees me
Wearing that look oh how scary he is
Oh let the man that haunts my dreams
Haunt those that I love most
Over the white wall and over the gate
Back where my heart is longing to be
Oh let the blood that stains my hands
Stain on the roads I walk
I hear his voice and he hears my own
Calling from the depth of my onyx heart
Oh let the voice that talks to me
Control my heart and soul
Out of the tower of hatred I'm in
Back where my heart is longing to be
Oh let the blood that stains my hands
Stain on the ones I hate"
Next he was signing papers. The officer who was going to "protect" him was looking at the hand that belonged to the doctor who was giving Jack his papers. On his first year he stabbed the man's hand with a metal fork. It was suprising that they even had utensils at all. After that all the food was hand food for the safety of the staff. Jack signed his papers before the officer guided him out the doors. "I'm singin in the rain.." He bagan to sing loudly.
He came outside where the crowd roared when they saw him. His family murder was the most brutal of all the families so many hated him with passion. Protesters yelled at him with cruel words and reporters questioned him constantly as he made his way to his ride. The only words that came from his lips were those of the song he was singing. He sat into the backsteat of the car, waiting to see his friends once again.
He got to his room finally to hear Jake talking loudly in the other room. Happily he pounded the wall of his room, which was located right next to Jake's, and shouted "Good to hear ya again jackass!". He sighed and began to sing at the top of his lungs to drown out his friend's bad singing.
"I'm singin' in the rain
Just singin' in the rain
What a glorious feeling
and I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds.
So dark , up above ,
The sun's in my heart
And i'm ready for love.
Let the stormy clouds chase.
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
Have a smile on my face
I'll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin' And singin'
in the rain"
"Maybe I should go visit someone..." She to herself out loud. "Sitting in this damn apartment all alone is tiring." Then she heard some really loud singing and smiled widely. "Is that Jack?!" She immediately jumped off the loveseat and swung her front door open then ran into the hall with bare feet. She seen him singing then looked shocked. 'Wow. He looks so much older now..."
A police officer entered the room, but Sebby didn't bother to look at him. "Sebastian, come with me, I'm taking you home" the police officer said in a stupidly calm voice. "I kind of figured" he replied. Sebby clambered off the bed, bare foot. He wasn't dressed properly, he didn't like wearing his normal clothes anymore since they reminded him too much of his family and his old life. For this occasion he was wearing a long white pyjama top and some baggy white pyjama bottoms. If he'd been walking around like this in the streets, he might've been thought of as a hobo, especially 'cause of his facial hair; a dark stubble that covered the bottom half of his face. He was escorted out of the room, the police officer hadn't any need to hold onto him because Sebby had never been violent in his whole seven years of being kept there. Infact, he was particularly well behaved. The doors opened and an uncomfortably bright light hit his face, he held his forearm up to his eye level to protect his eyes. It took his a while to notice the croud screaming furiously, waving signs with horrid insults.
He got into the car as fast as he could and slammed the door shut. Tears started to form around the rims of his eyelids, but he wiped them away and snorted. "You're a man now, Sebby, act like one!" he said to himself, his voice full of nothing but hatred for himself. The police officer peered into the rear-view mirror to see what he was doing every now and then, but Sebby would always just be sat in silence, looking aimlessly through the windows. People all around stopped what they were doing to look at the small black car. He knew his friends had also been let out on this day, so he knew that they all must be curious as to why there were so many black cars going through the same path. Then it hit him; they all knew, all of them.
His thoughts were interupted by the car coming to a halt. The door opened and he climbed out. The first thing that caught his eye was the apartement building, it seemed so big. He was escorted up the steps and taken into the building, where a young man greeted him rather kindly. "'Ello, welcome. I'll be taking you to your room. Uhh, you can head off now sir, I got it from here" he said the first half to Sebby and the second to the police officer whom was hovering over Sebby's shoulder. "Very well" the police officer replied, then turned around and left. "Come on then" the boy said, walking over to the staircase. Sebby followed him boredly, no expression on his face. The walk up the stairs wasn't long, but it didn't go so well for his legs as they were aching like hell. The two walked through the corridor until they reached an ash-coloured door. The young boy passed Corbin some keys and said "Room 667, this'll be your home for the next three months. Treat it well". The boy walked away and Sebby shrugged, putting the key in the lock and turning it hesitantly.
The room was rather pretty. Though everyone was grey, black and white. Overall, it wasn't to his expected standards, but he'd buy something better when he bought his own place. He could hear faint singing coming from a few rooms down and he huffed, "Great, I'm next to the noisy ones". The boy returned once more, only this time he had a few suitcases and duffle bags. He dropped them all by the door, tipped his hat and walked away. Sebby closed the door and looked at the luggage, "I'll unpack you later". He paced over to the black sofa and sat down. Something uncomfortable was digging into his butt, so he fidgeted for a while. He couldn't seem to get rid of it, so he stood up and lifted the seat off. It was the remote, "Hey, what were you doing down there?" he asked the remote, then his eyes widened. He was speaking to a tv remote, of all things. Sebby popped the seat back on and sat down once more. He pressed the power button and the tv came on at a reasonable volume. "I think I'm going to like it here".
โThose people are idiots, if they were really that scared of us, you think theyโd separate us.โ She mumbled to herself, she was happy to be back with her friends even though they probably didnโt know she was here yet, in all honesty she wasnโt ready to face any of them yet, but she did wonder how Sebastian was. The six of them had been inseparable in high school, she remembered they all use to hang out at the old abandoned house and talk about their futures, they never wanted to go home. But that seemed so long ago now, that was a time they would never be able to revisit.
Melly finished unpacking, it was sad that she could still fit into her old high school cloths. She really just wanted to get out of the white hospital gown. She changed into an old black dress, something she used to wear a lot. She looked at herself in the mirror and memories flooded back, she closed her eyes and images of the past flashed behind her eyes. She smiled, thankfully they were good memories. She glanced to the alarm clock next to her bed.
โPill time.โ She rolled her eyes as she lined up her eight different pill bottles, taking each of them one by one. โThis is so fuck.โ She said as she finished the last one, one of these would knock her out and she could never figure out which one it was. She made her way to the bedroom and drew the curtains, it was still broad daylight, but because she was still running on the hospital schedule it was her nap time.
He stood outside Jack's room, slightly wondered if his friend had changed since the last time he had seen him. It had been almost a year after all. Jake almost slammed into Harmony as she stood, looking quite shocked. "My cute Harmie!!!! You are as adorable as ever, my lovely maiden!" Jake exclaimed happily like a child and gave his friend the tightest hug he could muster, his slightly scrawny hands snaked around her waist. "I miss you so much! Did those bastards Mister Doctors treat you well? I have finished my beautiful song! Do you want to hear it?"
Laughing and gave Harmony one last squeeze, Jake giggled and let her go. She needed to breath after all, or did she? He wasn't too sure about that. He turned to look into the room, amazed at how clean it seemed. The Jack he knew would trash this room the moment he stepped his feet in it. Maybe time really had changed people. Seven years was a long time. 'No, it was 6 years, or 70 years? I'm confused...' Jake frowned and pouted, scratching his head.
Shrugging his shoulder, Jake walked inside and observed Jack with a wide grin. "You still have that melodic voice, it seems" Jake commented cheerfully as he sat on his friend's bed, his legs swung back and forth playfully. "I have already finished my song, Jack! I love it! Do you want to hear me sing? The sink said he didn't like it though the floor disagreed! I love the floor!" He looked at both Jack and Harmony before speaking in an innocent voice "The others are here, too! How nice is it? Should we annoy them, Jackie, Harmie? I love annoying people!" He then lowered his voice and whispered "I dreamed of them yesterday.... Ya know, my parents... they were telling that I had to get an A+ for my project and you know what I did?..." Jake paused and gave his friends another look before he giggled like a little girl and clapped his hands "I killed them! With a hammer and a chainsaw!" Finished what he wanted to say, Jake fell into a comfortable silence as he rocked back and forth on the bed, giggling once in a while.
He rubbed his poor exuse for a beard a bit before speaking. "Ya'll wanna get some booze for a celebration? We got the drugs that the doctors gave us. If ya take two doses of all of em' at once it's like cocaine." He told Jake.
She could hear Jakeโs voice and she saw Harmony leaning in the door way. She heard Jack ask if they could get some booze now that they were old enough she smirked at the thought as she lend on the other side of the door way.
โWell, even if we werenโt old enough, I could probably still get us some.โ She smirked, back in the day her sweet demeanor and the fact that she always looked older then she was always got them alcohol.
Before Harmony could say anything else, she was squeezed EXTREMELY tightly from Jake.
"I miss you so much! Did those bastards Mister Doctors treat you well? I have finished my beautiful song! Do you want to hear it?"
'Wow, he really has gotten crazier...' Harmony was about to say something when he hugged her again.
Jake then let Harmony go, considering she practically needed air. She's practically a human. Jake walked inside Jack's room and Harmony walked to the doorway.
Harmony was completely ignoring them by then since she was lost in her thoughts. 'I can't believe how much they've changed.. It's been so long I almost forgot who they were. It's a bit painful seeing them again. I missed their whole life... And they missed mine.' Harmony could feel her eyes burning up. Tears began forming up in her eyes when she looked down, hiding her face. 'They probably don't even care about me anymore... I bet they don't care about anything.' Harmony snapped out of it when she heard Malory from behind her.
"Well, even if we werenโt old enough, I could probably still get us some."
Harmony's frown grew into a smile so big, she couldn't control herself... Like, she really couldn't. She missed her pill time by a half an hour.
Everyone else looked extremely different in his eyes, they were all grown up now. Someone that caught his eye more than anything else was Malory, memories flooded back into his mind from when they had a certain 'thing' between them, but they seperated just before the incident. His smile grew into a small grin as he watched her with nothing but joy in his icey blue eyes.
"Ya'll wanna get some booze for a celebration? We got the drugs that the doctors gave us. If ya take two doses of all of em' at once it's like cocaine." Jake shook his head vigorously and spoke just as frantically "Me no use drugs! Jake is a good child! Jake's parents will kill Jake if he uses drugs! But...Jake's parents are already dead... Who will kill Jake then?" Jake mumbled, mostly to himself now. Ignored the others, Jake allowed himself to remember that day again and in a moment of being sane, Jake actually felt regret for what he had done. Oh gosh, he was a monster! And he even felt happy when he did that. 'Forgive me, Father, Mother... I'm sorry...' Jake thought as a tear ran down his pale cheek.
"Ah, hello again...It's good to see you all again" A calm voice said, bringing Jake out of his depressed state. "Sebby!" Jake wailed and tackled Sebastian, hugging him closed "I killed my parents! And I was happy! I'm a monster! I'm not a good boy at all!" Crying, Jake soaked Sebastian's shirt and mumbled, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear "And now I will start seeing him again and I will be bad again... I don't want to..." Looking up, Jake noticed the presence of Malory for the first time and gave her a teary smile before noticing that Harmony had gone from the room "But... do I want to be bad again? I don't know..." He mumbled and looked around with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. Directed his stare at Jack, Jake asked "Jackie, do I want to be bad again?"
"Alright Jakey I'll tell ya if your bad or not. There's millions of people out there who think that y'all are batshit lunies and yet they claim they're perfect. They hide behind their religion and moral codes only when it suits them but we are bound by truth. We are'nt the cowards here cause we don't hind behind the truth!" He was now addressing the group with a louder, almost a leadership like tone. Jack turned to Jake and held his hand that had the glass in it two inches from Jack's own neck. When Jake got this way he was almost like a babbeling vegitable. "Now listen to me Jakey...I know your good cause you know truth. If your not sure bout it then hears a deal. If ya feel bad slice my throat open, if not ya know your good. Now decide."
Kimberly heard noises, right outside her bedroom. They seemed familiar-like the voices that had run through her mind while waiting in Hell to get her ass outta that fricken asylum. But, they were more life-like and realistic. Not dreams. They sounded like her old (emphasise on the old) friends. She grunted.
Kimberly knew she was going to be stuck here with those other muder-freaks, but she never wanted to admit it. She knew, but hoped that Mr. Jefferson was faking it.
But it was real. She took a deep breath. After all, she was going to have to run into them sometime, and now was the best time. Maybe even signal to them no to disturd her peace and quiet and get it through their thick skulls that she has to be here, not want.
A voice spoke up, maybe from a while away. But it could've been close when she heard it. She chuckled like the Joker of that movie, what was it? Batman? She had sort of lost her memory since her struggle with the cell life. She wasn't thinking properly-although, really, you never think properly after seven years of that place and a little bit of education every day. There weren't much tutors, so it was hard for Kim to learn.
Kim had been listening through a slight split in the wall. She had then deciphered the words. "...if not ya know your good. Not decide." She had heard of this name...Jake, that the voice had mentioned, well it sure did sound like it.
She had decided to show herself, reveal herself. She didn't want to interrupt their reunion but they needed to know she was still here, and alive and wasn't slaughtered in rehab or the females jail.
Slowly she opened the door, a few eyes had peeked at her. Yes, it was them-all their faces were so clear now. She recognised them as who she had suspected, her ex-friends. She was situated right behind them and looked into their eyes. She stared at them, only slits were seen from her brown eyes. This, they had known already, signified her anger.
"Well, well, well." She muttered, her voice deep and hoarse, with a tint of fury lying there waiting to come out. "We meet again." That was all she had to say to them.
She blamed them for this, for her mudering her family. She had thought that they had influenced her to do such a crime. She wasn't going to be the slightest bit of joyful toward any of them. This was going to be a long time with them. She had thought that as soon as she was free from this extra happy moment, she would begin finding jobs to get outta here immediately.
He addressed the group and then turned to face Jake "Now listen to me Jakey...I know your good cause you know truth. If your not sure bout it then hears a deal. If ya feel bad slice my throat open, if not ya know your good. Now decide." Immediately after the sentence, Jake pressed the piece of glass, creating a long but fortunately not deep enough to cause any troubles. However, the wound seemed to bleed quite a lot. Jake's right hand was preparing to press harder but then his eyes widened and he stopped.
'What are you doing? Stop it! He's our friend!' A tiny voice screamed inside his head and Jake's hands began to shake. He had... He had almost killed his friend! 'Shut up and listen to me! Don't you see that red thing that is oozing from his neck? Isn't it beautiful? Cut deeper. You know you want to see it more' A grin began to stretch on Jake's pale face. His right hand gripped the piece of weapon tighter. Yes, that crimson thing was beautiful.
'Go away, devil! I approve of you kill other people. I even approve of you kill our parents! But this is something I will not allow you to do!' The voice screamed inside Jake's mind, so loud and angry that the young man winced. Because of his tight grip, the toilet paper was torn and Jake gave a small grunt when the sharp edge cut his right palm. 'What is it? What is this red thing? It is as beautiful as his...' Jake asked in his mind, confused as to why he was bleeding.
He turned the shard to take a better look and paused. Inside the mirror, he was seeing a very scary face. A maniacal glint in his onyx eyes and his face twisted into an insane grin. Blood began to run down from Jack's neck, mingled with the blood in his own hand and dripped on the shard, making it look just like he was bleeding.'More! I want to see it more.' The two voices had joined force and were now laughing in his mind. Jake's left hand, which was still free, came up and gripped the shard from his right hand before cutting and slashing his own right hand madly.
"More! More! I want to see more!" Jake said and began laughing like a mad man. Droplets of blood dripped down the floor while his pale, once smooth right hand, was turning into a tic tac toe board very quickly. Why didn't he notice this before? His hands mixed with blood were just as beautiful as anyone else's. He snickered and giggled uncontrollably, not noticing the presence of a new person until she raised her raspy voice.
"Well, well, well. We meet again."
Stopped laughing like a switch that had been turned off, Jake looked up, his eyes met hers. Who was this person? She looked like his friend - Kimie. But Jake knew better than this. She was a fake. His friend would never look at him with such eyes. Speaking the first word that came to his mind, Jake snickered and whispered in an insane voice "Medusa" Laughing at the joke only he could understand, Jake held his stomach and tried to control his breathing. However, he just... couldn't. This was too funny! Everything was just too funny.
One, of them, Jake had spoke first. Kimberly kept her eyes pierced towards each pair around her. But mostly Jackson. Kimberly used to be friends with Jackson but now, as she could see, both had definately changed. He took a change for the worst - of course. She wondered on a scale of one to a hundred how much he had changed. She grimaced at the thought.
But then Jackson had mentioned something disturbing - she was hurt, that wasn't what she was expecting after so many years of being friends. She wasn't being kind toward them - she knew and probably deserved it - but it still broke her heart and she gritted her teeth to stop her from cracking. But the thought of it overwhelmed her. Turning into a psycho.
"Ahhhh!" She screamed, all the years of keeping it held in. The drama and comments people made about her made her crumble at this very moment. Staggering to the floor, she emptied her eyes. Falling to the floor. She felt unconscious. She hit the solid ground and clashed onto the floorboards which created marks on her skin. They hurt, like burning, but it was only going to leave a bruise - not like all the tattoos left on her permanently marked there by the painful things people said. "Freak, Murderer, Bitch," They all crushed her like an elephant's foot oon her skin.
She let her tears flow and pour around her. She was so involved in her thoughts she forgot that she wasn't going to care about the other five. So she pretended it was part of an act and tossed her hair toward her left shoulder - to symbolize that was independant and didn't need them - and stormed into her room before thinking about Jackson.
She wasn't quite finished with him, he still was in dept with her. He owed her. He owed her at fight. She raced at him and bolted toward his neck, she was going to kill him.
Kimberly had been on a rampage racing for Jackson, after his comment about "Medusa." But she steered away from him, to face another one of her, friends."What'cha screamin about Kimmy? Ain't ya glad to see us?" Those words ran through her head so many times, she felt her head rolling off. But she stood there glaring back at him. Not saying a word, until after a moment of staring, her brain swished with thoughts and memories of all of them. But everytime an image was shown, she reverted back to the scene in front of her. Kim sort of made a chuckling noise as the same line played over and over again, like a broken record.
After the images stopped, she finally replied. "Well, wouldn't you like to know." She grinned.
When she was ignored again, she stood waiting for someone's next amusing comment to approach. There was no point going back into her room, she would just be called a coward for not staying with them. And since all of them were insane, her probably being more sane then the rest, they'd probably find a way to kill her. Maybe, she thought, I could play a game. And reverse it. To kill each one of them off, one by one. How fun. But the rethought, she didn't want to stay in a jail or an asylum again. Not with having five murders committed. So that idea was out of the box and into the trash. She decided to not let her head get so jam packed with murder ideas - not after committing a crime with her family. For the time being she was stuck here, it wasn't fun but, she had to admit, it was better than that cell.
Kim looked around at the five, waiting for the next conversation to begin.
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Re: Down Pour and Darkness
The dreams can happen whenever, but they start off slowly like maybe they will only hear his voice but they won't see him, or they will see him but not hear his voice and they don't start out super violent either they get more violent the more frequent they have the dreams.
Some can have the same dreams, but they will mostly be different.
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1. All of the characters already know each other, they were all best friends before the tragedy.
2. While in solitary confinement there visitation with each other was once a year.
3. The RP will start off with them getting discharged from the Asylum, their will be people outside protesting, news vans, exc. It is late August.
4. Because the Man Shadowed in Darkness did not get taken, he will be an NPC! So anyone can play him, he can only talk to you in your sleep and when your alone, but REMEMBER it's not going to all of a sudden start happening again, it will start off slowly, for dragging the RP out!
5. Feel free to make NPCs to kill off, unless permitted by ME, SWEETSLEEP, THE GM, no killing off actual characters.
6. MURDERS, only take place when it is raining hence the title "DOWN POUR and Darkness" (By the way, Shadow Brooke is known for it's rain storms! any time of year!)
7. I haven't full decided what exactly or who exactly the man is, so if you have ideas please PM me! I'd be happy to hear.
8.Please check to OCC often!!! Cause i think this is all I needed to say but I may have forgotten some things lol! Feel Free to PM me whenever with questions or concerns.
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Re: Down Pour and Darkness
IF WE CAN GET TWO MORE MALE ROLES FILLED I CAN ADD MORE FEMALE AND MALE ROLES!
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