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message 1: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Yay, RP!


message 2: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments So do you have any ideas??


message 3: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments I like that - do you want your charrie to be the kidnapper or the kidnapped?


message 4: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments All righty. Want me to make a chartism profile?


message 5: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments *charrie

Name: Dylan Nichols
Age: 18
Appearance: Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, slightly muscular build
Personality: Very charming and charismatic


message 6: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments All righty, how shall we start?


message 7: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Sounds good. :)

Dylan leaned up against a wall, wondering what to do.


message 8: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He smirked, his fingers instinctively reaching for his dagger. Finally, a bit of fun. He began to walk behind her, shoving his hands in his pockets to seem casual.


message 9: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments You silly girl, he thought, following her into the ally, inching closer to her.


message 10: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He finally cupped a hand against her mouth, using his other hand to press his dagger to her throat in one fluid motion. "Come with me," he rasped in her ear.


message 11: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Good girl." Dylan gave her a cruel smile. "Pick up the guitar. We wouldn't like something like that ruined, would we?" he asked with mock sympathy.


message 12: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Keeping his hand around her mouth, he sheathed his dagger and dragged her to the back of his van lying in wait nearby. He jumped inside and shut the doors, pouring some chloroform on a cloth and shoving it to her face. "Be s good girl and you may just go free sooner rather than later."


message 13: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments ((All right, later!))

He waited until she passed out, then hopped in the front and drove away.


message 14: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He pulled up in front of the abandoned building and dragged her inside.


message 15: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He dragged her to a couch and tied her with rope, not caring to be gentle, and waited for her to wake up as he fingered his dagger.


message 16: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Morning, sunshine," he greeted her sarcastically.


message 17: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "What's your name?"


message 18: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Dylan smiled, pretending to be sweet. "Dylan. A pleasure." He gazed back at the dagger, wondering whether he'd use it first or if he'd settle for waterboarding.


message 19: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He turned to smirk at her, then went back to his weaponry, not giving her a direct answer. Fear always made things more fun.


message 20: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Mmm. That's what the last one said." He settled for waterboarding, pulling the materials out and getting them ready, filling a pitcher with water.


message 21: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "No, you are not," he acknowledged, hoisting her in his arms.


message 22: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Waterboarding," he answered simply, carrying her over to the board. He set her down, strapped her down to the board, and put another white cloth over her nose and mouth.


message 23: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "A cloth. For, shall we say, respiratory impairment." He poured the water over the cloth.


message 24: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "You can still breathe? Huh." He frowned as he poured more water over her. "No, I'm not going to kill you, love. Just have a little fun."


message 25: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Ah, there we go." He smiled as he refilled the pitcher.


message 26: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He pulled the cloth off, allowing her a chance to breathe as he refilled the pitcher. "Take shorter breaths," he advised. "You'll recover more quickly that way."


message 27: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He shrugged. "Just how it is." He counted down from ten, then replaced the cloth, pouring more water over it.

((Just saw that on TV. I don't know if it's true or not. :3))


message 28: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He refilled the pitcher for the last time and dumped it on her.


message 29: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Dylan frowned as he realized he'd overdone it again. He peeled the cloth away and waited for her to wake up again.


message 30: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He carried her back to the couch, putting the waterboarding materials back.


message 31: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "What do you mean? Why am I doing this? Why you? Why is grass green?"


message 32: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "I enjoy inflicting pain. And you were simply there." Shrugging, he pulled out his case of knives.


message 33: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Hmm? And why not?"


message 34: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Nah." Shrugging, he sat down on the couch beside her, picking out one of the smaller daggers. "I do admire your bravery, though."


message 35: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "It's going to take a lot more than that, love," he informed her with a laugh. With that, he slowly began to drag the dagger through her arm.


message 36: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "You have such a lovely scream," he murmured, bringing the dagger to another section of her arm.


message 37: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Smiling, Daryl pressed it further in her arm.


message 38: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Give me one good reason," he commanded, drawing the dagger out.


message 39: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Dylan snorted. "Uh-huh." He felt a pang of guilt, but pressed on anyway, dragging the dagger down her other arm.


message 40: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "I an not. Stop saying that." For whatever reason, it got to him.


message 41: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Frustrated, he pulled the dagger out and glared at her. "All that's left 'deep down' is a monster. Nothing more."


message 42: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Frowning in suspicion, he edged closer to her.


message 43: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments He blinked, stunned by the gesture. "What was that for?"


message 44: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Shaking his head, he lifted the dagger again.


message 45: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Dylan simply sat there in shock, then felt anger rush over him. He pulled away and sliced through the ropes with the dagger. "Get out," he muttered.


message 46: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Get. Out. Now."


message 47: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "And why not?" he growled.


message 48: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments "Yeah, okay. Whatever." Trying to suppress his anger, he rose and headed for another room.


message 49: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Sighing, he stopped in the hallway, unsure of why he was humoring her.


message 50: by Christi (new)

Christi (trumpetchick) | 8169 comments Dylan shook his head forcefully, having no words left to say. He felt like a child again, like when his mother was trying to console him and he only wanted to push her away. He just wanted to be alone, get her away from the monster that lived inside.


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