Introduction
PLOT
Basically there is a group of young people (around 5-8) who move into the building for their own personal reasons. In the apartment building, a mother and his young son only live there and they welcome the group of kids warmly. But then slowly each person the lives in the house disappear. And the young son tells the group that each one of them are going to die. They have to find a way to survive and get out of the building. Think of this..as a game...
HOW WILL THE KILLINGS HAPPEN?
The first few shall be NPC's that i will play and as the roleplay continues I will randomly decide who shall die. YES! you may or may not die, but you're welcome to make another character. (max. of 2 characters can be played per tern.) If ever I will choose your character to die, I'll give you a message and it's up to you how you will die. Can be of natural cause, psychological, or even ask someone to kill you off. Just be a detailed as you want, bottom point is that you die. Every time one character dies another must replace him or her.
RULES
Because of people having a hard time listening to me I will write down the rules again...
* Normal rules apply
-so no god modding, keep it all PG 15, you know the rest
* No one liners
- please, I beg you don't do this. At the very least make 3 sentences with Five words in each sentence please!
* No unbelievable happenings
-So you're character can't go through an obstacle unharmed, they're not super human
* Cussing
-Cussing is allowed but please not so much of the F word, we're all pure minds...sort of...
* Imagination
-there is no limit to this. Be as gory and as detailed as you want. Creativity is Key
* Have Fun
-the reason why I made this rp is to let out all your frustrations in life and just have fun
* Equipment
-You CAN'T!! CAN'T i repeat CAN'T have weapons like guns, knifes, swords or other weapons found at war
-If ever a fight will happen use everyday items like carrots, pens, mirrors BE CREATIVE
* Btw
-If you read everything you must post this message at the end of your character's History "And now it shall begin" Center bold please :3
-Oh one last thing, Just because the setting is in Japan doesn't mean you have to be Japanese
<3 Beast is the best ;D
SIGN UPS!
Basically fill up everything Equipment is optional if you shall fill it you're equipment is something that your character carries everywhere (Can't be pepper spray or pocket knife) It has to be something sentimental to them.
History can be as long or as short as you want, basically explain why you're moving into the apartment.
Please answer the Basics below (in Description box)
Name: (Obviously)
Age: 17-25
Gender:
Birth Place:
Where you came from: (Before moving into the apartment)
Appearance: (Can be picture or text)
Occupation:
Reason for Moving in: (Why did you move into the apartment)
Biggest Fear/Phobia:
Weakness: (What makes you vulnerable)
Other information: (Anything else you want us to know about you?)
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Hunter held the poor bear's head to his chest. "Hunter got angry and broke, Yan-yan." The young boy said feeling sorry for the toy. From the happy childish immature teenager, and angry, sulking, pained and envious man sat in the third chair. The aura he gave out made people want to move away from him. A few already have scooted their chairs closer to their company trying to keep away from the young boy.
But why was he feeling this way? Why were all these intense feelings coming out now of all times? Maybe from the gruesome sight he saw his sister's body in? No, knowing the boy he would have just broken down in tears. But why feel Envy about this man?
He looked up at the man finally and then at Xian Lien. "Noona, is this Hyung your boyfriend?" He said fearing the answer that he'll get. He gave the man a death glare before looking back at his bear's white stuffing.
After some time, Hunter couldn't take being with the two anymore. "Can i just go home?" He said gritting through his teeth. Anger started to boil into his system. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore--anymore since he hurt poor Yan-yan. He stood and stormed out of the building dramatically causing people to stare. It started to pour outside and Hunter's cloths started to absorb the cold raindrops. He fought through the sea of people, not caring if he bumped into anyone. He ducked through a dark ally, and collapsed to the ground.
There he held the broken bear to his chest and began to sob. Because of the heavy rain, his sobs were unnoticed. Hunter let out a scream and cried harder. "She's mine! Only mine!" hunter cried like child and screamed in agony. a few people would only glance at the boy and continue their way.
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After a moment of awkward silence, Xian Lien had gone to strike up another conversation with her chivalrous friend, stopping though when Hunter spoke once more, “Can I just go home?” His voice had been low and forced, it’s owner obviously straining to remain civil. Gently, her hand moved to reach out to the boys shoulder, her expression softening considerably as she did so. Had she done something to hurt him? She knew how selfish she could be at times…
With a sudden movement, though, her hand was flung from Hunter’s shoulder, the boy dramatically raising from his chair. Before she could even go to call out his name, or ask what was wrong, he had stormed out of the restaurant, every patron practically glowering at their modest tables form. Sighing deeply in both frustration and acceptance, Cheval snaked his hand on top of her own, intertwining his fingers loosely with the girls. “You should probably go after him, I’ll have to deal with the manager,” he mentioned in exasperation, squeezing her hand lightly as he spoke. With an apologetic glance and a hurried bow, Xian Lien pursued her way after the boy, ignoring the cold splashes of water against her skin.
She stumbled through the crowd of people forcing against her, actually falling twice into the muddied stream of rainwater pooling at a storm drain. Diligently, she would stand up again, making sure to, no matter how difficult it was, at least be able to spot the boys tuffs of blonde and ebony locks. When Hunter had made a sharp turn into an alleyway though, and Xian Lien had found herself once more in a frozen puddle, she lost him completely, calling out with a worried tone his name as she walked by the alley. Her calls, mixed with her dirtied and torn appearance, caught the attention of those who walked by, lowly whispering slander of the girl. She paid no attention though and instead only continued to look for the boy, shaking her way further away from where he actually was as she did so.
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It was then when he noticed something was gone. He went on his knees and started to desperately search for his little bear. His hands patted over the ground feeling his way to the toy. His hand felt another flesh, cold skin almost as cold as ice, he could almost feel the hand's bones proving that the owner of the hand needed some fat. He quickly pulled away surprised. "I-I'm sorry he said looking up at the person, but all he saw was a black hood. He person grabbed Hunter's hand and pulled it over to them making him fall to the ground. Once the grasp around his wrist was gone he felt the familiar texture of his bear.
He sat up and picked the bear up seeing that it''s head was back to normal. "What the F***?" He cursed in confusion as he stared at the perfect stitching of the bear. It was as if nothing had happened, it was as new. He frowned looking around the ally only see a cat hiding under a box. He stood up and rejoined the crowd of people still puzzled about what had happened.
Hunter passed by a restaurant--where Juliet and Monty were-- and spotted a table with empty chairs under a large umbrella. He sighed walking over to it and sat down on the damp seat, at least now the rain couldn't touch him.
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Juliet's voice was filled with concern as she looked down at him, the boy's eyes were puffy and red as if he had been crying. A cold wind blew against her skin now as it raised her hairs and the rain hit the top of her head as she stood there, not caring a bit. She got lost in her imagination then as she thought of everything that could have happened, was the reason he was crying his sister? Did something happen with whoever he was with maybe? Before she knew it, her hair was dripping onto her semi-damp shirt and she came back to reality to realize this. "Come inside, it's really cold out here." She then walked over to Hunter and offered him her hand for some help up, a smile on her face.
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Hunter shrugged. "Hunter is fine in the cold." He said his voice low and dark. He kept his face down facing the metal table. He didn't answer her any more, he just felt so depressed, so angry at what he saw. He didn't want to talk. He shiver a pit surprised to feel another layer of clothing on his body. He nodded gratefully but then shook his head when she told him to come in. "I like staying out here in the cold."
he looked up and saw his Hyung. He nodded and sighed. " I saw her get close to this fella, I don't know why but I hated seeing them." He said bitterly spitting at the ground, something the normal hunter would never do. it was obvious he wasn't himself. The hunter before this was happy, hyper, cute, childish. And the Hunter now was filled with hate, agony and rage. He bit his bottom lip waiting for a tear to fall but found nothing.
"I don't want to go home." He spat out bitterly shooting a death glare--a look that he didn't even know that he could do. "I'm not going anywhere where near that shit hole! You can't F****** make me!" He cursed with rage. Cursing was never something the teenager use to do.
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His arms outstretched, Cheval fell into the warm, plush embrace of his beloved mattress, burrowing his head into the ridiculously soft goose down pillows his father had shipped him a few weeks before. After what seemed only a second of his eyes being closed, Cheval drifted into the comforting land of sleep, body half draped over the side if the bed as he did so. The positions one could sleep in when tired were truly amazing.
“Pere?” a teenaged Cheval called lightly, his gaze directed intensely at the searing salmon before him, “Whatever happened to…happened to mom?” His father, a tall, lithe man of a soft face, froze at the comment, almost dropping the base he had worked all day with his son to make. For a split second, his ever grinning expression contorted into an agonized grimace, before shifting back to turn and face his son. “She broke Cheval, her heart, her soul, her mind, it all broke under the stress. Like I’ve told you,” his words came out soft and soothing, more for himself than for the young teen before him.
A frown touched the fair teens expression, the lower lip piercing he had jabbing uncomfortably into his gum. “That’s what you always say, but the stress of what?! Our life has always been perfect; there was never any reason for her to be stressed!” Though his words and the tone they carried came out much harsher than he intended, Cheval couldn’t stand the ignorance his father kept him in any longer. The pained, almost betrayed spark to his father’s eye and the way his grip on the skillets handle tightened to keep the tears at bay quickly softened the teen though. He hadn’t meant to hurt him, he just wanted to know. No, he needed to know. For a moment, he went to move a gentle hand out to his taller father, but the man only shook his head sadly. “No, you have a right to know, you’re not the child I used to coddle any longer, you’re a young man,” the tears broke free of their damn then, but the movement was one of relief and remembrance of happier times, not of sorrow, “Your mother, she was always incredibly superstitious, she feared mirrors, ladders, cats, cracks, all of the classics. She also feared ghosts…or spirits, as she liked to call them. Most of the time she held back her fears and played like nothing was wrong, yet in the nights, she would scream and thrash, claw at her own flesh in fear they would get to her, to you. It was on one of these nights that it happened. I awoke to her frantic pleas, to seeing her huddled in a corner, with you, small and delicate, in her hands. She had tears in her eyes, her body was covered in gashes and marred flesh, it seemed like she’d been in an accident. Fearfully I had went to go to her but…but she had already been gone by the time I reached her. Her grip had slacked, her eyes were vacant…she was gone.” With the last words muttered, the man burst into near hysterics, unable to remember the image of his wife as she had been, when he had been unable to help her.
“Pere,” Cheval whispered, tears in his own eyes, “Don’t do this to yourself. It’s not your fault…you’re going to make me cry.” With a sad, forced grin and tears streaming down his face, he embraced the father he had ignored for so long. For what seemed forever, the two continued the embrace, savoring the feeling of each other’s warmth, and the protection from reality it offered.
In a frozen sweat and with tears streaming down his eyes, Cheval awoke from the dream he had been having. His head, once on the comfortable goose down pillow, was now on the harsh wooden floor of his room, throbbing from a connection he didn’t even remember. Warily, he moved to rub at his aching skull, grimacing at the feeling of a warm, thick liquid that used from his touch. Great. Now he was bleeding to top of his killer migraine.
Figuring there was no chance of simply going back to sleep by then, he slowly moved to open his emerald gaze, barely retaining an uncharacteristically fearful scream at what awaited him. An apparition of a murky, smoke like character, danced above his head, the face it both had and lacked flickering with mischief and hate. Sharp talons and fangs would glisten every so often from its non descript body, or a silent cackle would be heard and for a moment, it’s attention would drift to the young man, dipping its body close and low, before diving back up to the roof above.
Cheval had never feared ghosts, hell he had never believed in them, but he knew in a moment that his life was threatened by the creature. Malevolence seemed to just radiate from its core, a malevolence he had never before felt by the likes of man. How twisted the soul must have been in life.
It twisted and curled in the faintly moon lit night, its cries and screams both audible and silent in its torment. With the utmost caution, Cheval edged his hand for the rosary beads hanging from his bed stand, his final gift from his mother. How ironic it seemed, all those years of thinking his mother mad and scoffing at the collection of tools she had kept to protect herself from spirits, only to find her demons were very much real and very much threatening his life. When his fingers had barely grazed the slick beads, was it that the creature attacked. With one haunting bellow echoing from its barely visible mouth and a one fell swoop, the creature was upon Cheval.
Tendrils of darkness wrapped around his struggling form, binding him as the creature descended, smothering him with its expansive darkness. Violently the young man beneath struggled against his lack of air and bindings, normally tranquil azure eyes wide in his fear. It seemed the spirit barely noticed though, delving agonizingly slow through the pores of his skin into his very being. The further it got, the less control Cheval felt himself have over his body, hell, his very mind. His emotions were the first to go, the fear and will that coursed through his being ebbed away by the spirits dark grasp, replaced with only a sudden craving for the pain to end, for it all too be over, despite his minds frantic calls to his body to continue its struggle.
Tears brimmed from his eyelashes, his eyes still wide and slowly turning a startling crimson with each blood vessel that deteriorated within its expanse. His throat was hoarse from the muffled screams, rubbed raw by friction and force, his lungs cried for the oxygen they were being depraved of, cried against the blood that was filling their expanse. Even through the veil of tranquility that the spirit was attempting to place over his being, Cheval’s mind knew quite well what was approaching him. Death.
With pathetic, wretched sobs, he watched through the fog of crimson that had covered his gaze, the last of his life slip away. The last thing he saw before all went black and the agony seized, was a taunting, gleaming grin.
With its victim limp in its arms and no longer of this world, the spirit retracted itself from the crevices of its mind, pleased with the way things had turned out. What delicious memories it had seen in the boys thoughts. What scrumptious fear it had tasted at his death. How marvelous it was that his mind had found its way to her in his final moments. Having successfully completed his wish, the spirit took one last glance at the corpse before it, laying sprawled across the floor, before vanishing into the night. Vaguely, it questioned whether it would get to use the boys form in another of his tasks. How wondrous it seemed to the spirit, to kill that girl with her friends face. Alas, he had not yet asked for her death and in every likelihood, he wasn’t likely too anytime soon. Ah, the plight of malevolent spirits who do their masters bidding, truly…though, a quick few stops around town, to make it’s earlier killings less suspicious, could easily be arranged.
With one glimmer in the moon lit sky, four more were added to the death toll of Tokyo that early morning.
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