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Reflections of a Madman

Reflections of a Madman

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This role play is about the escape of the serial killer, Marseuves Black. It takes place in 1994, in New York City. (Dead)

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Introduction

In this RP, I will play Marsueves Black. I am an escaped serial killer who is loose somewhere on manhatten island. there are roadblocks, so I can't leave. Anyone else who joins is going to be one of two things: a cop, or a civilian. They will also be on Manhatten Island, and cannot leave, either.

In this game, the cops will try to capture me, and civilians will try to survive. The story will mostly take place on Manhatten Island, but it might move to the other parts of NYC. I am trying to kill all the players, because thats what serial killers do.

RULES

1.No Godmodding.

2. No superpowers. We are all just normal people.

3.No super weapons. Civilians, you can start with small weapons. Cops can start with a pistol and a shotgun.

4.No real censorship, but don't overdo the swearing.

5.I cannot (and will not) kill players left and right.
If i do kill you, you can start with a new character, or take over an NPC (If there are any).

6.Do not try and control other players.

7.If you stop posting for more than a week, your character goes NPC.
If you provide a reason I will reserve your person.

8.Be a good sport. If you have a beef with one of the people here, take it somewhere else (unless it is part of the story).

9.Feel free to insert your character into my characters past (We were old friends, I killed a relative/friend, ect.)


Now that we have the basics, feel free to join in whenever (but please try and keep up with the story). I will begin and you people can jump in. Just give me your character info before you begin.

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Emily bit her lip as she heard the question about Sam’s instructions. She furrowed her brow as she looked at Harry. “Oh, come on... I can’t very well run inside, can I?” She broke out into a guilty grin. “Alright, you caught me... but don’t tell Sam,” she warned, suddenly serious, holding a finger up as if scolding a child. She listened to his invitation and smiled broadly. “I’d like that, actually.” Glancing down at herself, she frowned slightly. “I just need to...” She reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out the key to her apartment. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower and get dressed into something a wee bit more presentable? You can come up, if you promise not to be judgemental about my apartment.... It’s kinda small.” She bit her lip as if she was embarrassed about it.

Opening the door to the building, she didn’t wait for an answer but gestured for him to follow her and made her way up the stairs to her sixth floor walk up. After unlocking the door, she pushed it open and glanced around, trying to see the shabby apartment through another person’s eyes. She glanced around the tiny studio apartment, wincing slightly in embarrassment at the threadbare olive green couch, the brick red armchair, the cinderblock and board bookshelves she had engineered to hold her immense collection of books. These makeshift shelves lined every wall and even created a wall between her sleeping area and her living area. “I’m a bit of a book fanatic,” she explained apologetically. She gestured for him to enter the apartment and noticed suddenly that she had neglected to make her bed this morning. “You know, looking around, I don’t think my apartment speaks very highly of me. At least it’s clean, right?” She chuckled nervously. Shrugging, Emily turned toward the sectioned off bedroom area and gathered some clothes, calling over to Harry. “Make yourself at home, I’ll only be a few moments.”

She shut herself into the bathroom, locking the door without thinking about it. Studying herself briefly in the mirror over the sink, she frowned. “Oh dear,” she muttered, realizing for the first time exactly how horrible she looked. She showered quickly, and dressed equally quickly in a blue and yellow sundress. Brushing on just a tiny bit of makeup, she exited the bathroom, still towel-drying her hair. “Thanks. I feel a wee bit more presentable. So... what was this about coffee?”

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The slightly embarrassed Harry followed Emily up the apartment complex into her studio. The studio looked a little cramped, had several chairs in the living area, with book shelves lining the walls and even separated the studio into different rooms. “I’m a bit of a book fanatic,” she mentions, as Emily invites Harry inside. “You know, looking around, I don’t think my apartment speaks very highly of me. At least it’s clean, right?”

Harry nodded. "Believe me, my apartment looks like a dump." Emily went into the bathroom, telling Harry to wait a few moments. Harry agreed and walked around the apartment, looking through her shelves. She had so many kinds of books. He noticed that some of them were ones he recognized, as it was books about heroic police officers. Harry grinned, as he remembered reading some of these in middle school, fantasizing about actually being these fictional characters. Or even fighting crime with them. Glancing around the apartment, Harry saw that Emily was actually pretty neat and organized. He hadn't been in an apartment so clean. Usually he'd be breaking into some criminal's house and see that they lived in complete dumps. To be in a place so orderly was a nice change of pace.

“Thanks. I feel a wee bit more presentable. So... what was this about coffee?”

Harry turned and saw her in her blue and yellow dress. Even with her hair still wet, she looked very pretty. Harry almost tripped over his own words, but managed to sputter out, "U-uh, well it's still day time, a-and my shift doesn't start for a good five hours soooo..." He scratched the back of his neck, feeling himself blushing a bit. "I just thought, we'd go and have that coffee break we'd p-promised." Mental note... He thought to himself. Speech therapy... He knew his stuttering was blatantly obvious, but when he got nervous, he couldn't help it. It was what everyone at the academy teased him about. Harry regained his composure. "I'll drive." He said, taking his keys from his pocket.

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As she towel dried her hair, she noticed he was looking at her books. She smiled, a bit embarrassed and moved to stand near him. Reaching a hand out, she pulled a book from the shelf. “I don’t know your taste in reading material, or if you even read at all… but this one… I think you might like it.” She handed the book to him as she moved to hang her towel up. The book was entitled Police Heroes by Chuck Whitlock. “Just don’t go getting all tough-guy on me, okay?” She laughed and quickly tied her hair up into a messy knot at the back of her head.

"U-uh, well it's still day time, a-and my shift doesn't start for a good five hours soooo… I just thought, we'd go and have that coffee break we'd p-promised."

She couldn’t help but smile. He remembered. Why did it surprise her that he remembered? What was she expecting? That he’d forget? Well, actually, yes. She noticed the stuttering and realized that maybe he was as nervous as she felt. Wait… why was she nervous? Her eyes moved around her apartment as if she would find the answer amongst her things…. And then she spotted it. The small package on the end table near the couch, silver wrapping paper, blue ribbon… his name scrawled across the top in her feminine cursive writing. Oh, how embarrassing. Had he seen it when she was in the shower? Carefully, she picked up her purse, edging her way over toward the package, hoping to not draw his eyes to it. She intended to give it to him, sure, but… not now. To be honest, she was a bit embarrassed about it. She had gotten it on a whim, shortly after the night they met… the night he very possibly saved her life. It was meant as her way to thank him. Now, seeing the small package, she felt the gift within was inadequate. Pathetic.

“I’ll drive.”

Emily nodded. “Fair enough,” she smiled, scooping the package up and sliding it into her purse. “Shall we?” She smiled warmly and led him from her apartment, locking the door behind herself. As they descended the stairs, she thought again about the gift she had stowed away. It really was nothing… why was she so embarrassed about it? It was merely a copy of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry. Perhaps it was because on the inside of the cover, she had written:

Harry,
"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."
Forever thankful for your help, your honor, your bravery and you!
I believe in you,
Emily


Yes, definitely embarrassing. She meant every word, but… how would he take it? She moved down the stairs with him, uncertain what to say, but figuring she had to say something. “What got you into law enforcement?”

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Leo sat at the dinner table, head in his hands. There was too much going on at the moment to process it all. He looked up to see Marseuves standing there. "Well?" Marseuves sat down in the chair. "Leo, I'm fucked up. I am a compulsive killer, I attract trouble like a magnet, and I'm causing pain in those i care about. So, I've decided to leave. I don't want your help, so don't offer it. I'm going to crash and burn, Leo, and I feel it is going to happen soon." Leo sat there dumbfounded. "But Marseuves. What about Ana?" Marseuves closed his eyes. "She is better off without me. I need to go now." Marseuves stood up and left without another word. Leo sat there in shock. Mitchy walked in to see him sitting there slack-jawed. "Leo, what is wrong, honey?" Leo looked at her. "It's Marseuves. He just left. He doesn't want us to have anything to do with him anymore. For our own good, I guess."

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Emily had handed a book to Harry, Police Heroes. Harry smiled. "Thanks. This was actually one of my favorite books, way back when I first read it in elementary school." He blushed slightly. "I mean, it's still one of my favorites. Thanks so much." Harry opened the door for Emily and noticed that she put a package in her purse before they headed out. Harry paid it no mind. Mail to send to the post office maybe. He thought. As they headed down the stairs toward the car, Emily asked a question that Harry himself didn't really ask.

“What got you into law enforcement?”


Harry sincerely thought about it. Why did I join the police? He thought to himself. It wasn't something he really considered. It was simply the memory of that night...that horrifying night with Black...ever since then he couldn't forget him. Black sort of became...some kind of goal. Something he needed to face. It was the reason he always wore long sleeve shirts to cover the scars on his arm. But was that really why he was in the police force? He looked back at the book in his hands. He remembered the heroes in the books he read, how they did what they did for justice, some for deeper, more personal reasons...Harry frowned. He felt like he was thinking too much again. But he couldn't dump all of this on Emily either...

Harry simply turned to her, saying "I just felt...really inspired by the characters in books like these." He said, forcing a smile. An awkward answer...to an awkward question...how fitting Harry scolded himself.

They finally reached the bottom of the building, and Harry led Emily to the passenger seat of the car. Getting into the driver's seat, he turned on the ignition, and drove out towards the nearest coffee shop. "And what about you?" Harry inquired. "You seem to have a love for books...do you plan on writing something yourself someday?" Harry thought that the question was a little odd, but honestly, he was curious. Emily seemed so intelligible, and honest. It was refreshing to meet a woman like this. Usually the only people he dealt with were lawyers, politicians, and convicts. To be honest, Harry enjoyed being with her. At least, that's how it felt this time. Before it was more tense and awkward, but going out casually like this was...Wait... Harry paused. Going out...? The police officer shook his head. I should stop...having fantasies... He said to himself.

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Marseuves walked down the street, thinking about where he was going to go. he had left behind Ana, Leo, and safety. And for what? Marseuves shrugged off the cold and continued walking. The thought of spending a night on the street was appalling to him. He looked around and saw a sleezy little motel. It would have to do.

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Izzy
"Of course," Izzy mutters to herself as she paws through her purse. "Left it at the restaurant... Stupid me. Came back to this crappy place for nothing... Now I gotta go back..." She sighs and walks into the bathroom of the room she was staying in. "You look great Izzy!" she mockingly says to her reflection. "Still look like you're twenty two, yet you can't use your charm to get off this frickin island. Michy would've been off already and probably in Venice right now with all the charm she's got." She mulls for a few minutes over her sister's proposition of her staying with little sister and her boyfriend, fiance, or whatever exactly he was.

"No no... I couldn't impose..." she says quietly to herself as she slings her purse over her shoulder and leaves the room. She locks the room and turns around, facing the man she thought she'd left behind completely when she got engaged all those years ago. She takes in a sharp breath and instinctively moves backwards into the shadows around the door even though he's across the parking lot and couldn't possibly see her or notice her from where he is. 'You're being irrational Iz... He couldn't possibly remember you... SO just quietly walk away and act natural and he won't notice you...' she thinks as she turns to walks towards her car. 'Yeah.. Natural... Normal... CALM...' she thinks as she forces herself not to start hyperventilation and focus on where exactly it is she's walking.

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Ana couldn't believe it. Marsueves killed a child. Usually he didn't care for his murders, but why this one? Was he finally giving up his life when this happened? Why did he care so much? She was thinking to herself long after he had gone. When Ana failed to respond to him, Marsueves brushed past her and left. Where? Ana had no idea. Tears swelled in her eyes, making it impossible to see.

Finally, Ana managed to break her statue stance in the bathroom doorway and moved to the bed. Silently Ana slid down the bedpost and ended at the foot of the bed. Her tears stained the sheets as she sobbed. Not for the murder, but for her action. Or lack of action. Her non-response sent the only man she ever cared for to the streets.
No, not again.
Ana whispered to herself, "He's not leaving me alone again."

Haistly, Ana grabbed her jacket and a pack of ciggarettes, and with no further words, left the safety of the apartment. The wind bit at her the moment she stepped outside, but that didn't stop her. She had to find Marsueves. She had to.

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Marseuves walked down the street. "What am I doing here? Why did I leave?" He had been wandering about the city for about an hour now. I need to call Ana and let her know where to find me. He ducked inside a store. It was a small, cozy coffee shop. He walked up to the counter. The smell of the coffee was almost overwhelming. "Can I use your phone?" The cashier slid him the phone with out a word. Marseuves picked it up and dialed Ana. He got her answering machine. "Ana, it's me. I am at a coffee shop called-" Marseuves glanced at the notepad in front of him"- Cuppa Joe's Coffee Shop. Come meet me as soon as possible, and we can figure this out." He handed the clerk the phone. The clerk stared at him. "Are you going to order something." Marseuves got a cup of coffee and sat down in one of the corners.

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Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

I'm wondering if Emily is going to reply anytime.

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

Well, Will was because the character didn't make any sense. He was after me for no reason, and he was apparently off the movie Wanted. Munroe is a good character, which is why he didn't die. Plus, he attacked Marseuves first, so it was self defense. Let me ask you this: If someone attacked you, and you had a gun, wouldn't you shoot them? This isn't a personal vendetta against you, it is just how the story is going.

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

I havent asked this yet but why did you kill Will, Madhatter?
Also why do you insist on injuring my characters? EG. Shooting Munroe in the alley?

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

Oh Dear...I do believe my character was controlled a bit. Xavier,if you wouldn't mind could you edit your post so that I may control my character Gracie's reactions?

Thanks
Ara ^.^

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

Sorry about the godmodding. have tried to edit it out of my earlier posts and will refrain from doing it again.
sorry again guys

Xavier

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

Erm...Xavier? I've been quiet 'till this point, but your painfully and horribly godmodding here (Which in it's literal meaning is to control other characters without their consent [ex: Harry shooting Will, which Harry as a character wouldn't do because he is a bit spineless])

And idk, this is up to MadHatter since he's GM, but I was under the impression from his post that you were dead.

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

We are still accepting characters, if anyone wants to join.

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

It might be, I read a lot of books. It just came to me one day and I liked the name.

Re: [OOC] Reflections of a Madman

Mm .. Marsueves Black. Isn't that a character from the Ted Dekker novels? Dekker is a bro, I was just wondering.

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