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Alrighty! ^^ Got any ideas or preferences?
Not necessarily, just an RP that'll last. I've seen lots of great ones that die and it makes me sad v.v. I'm up for anything. If you have an idea you like, feel free to offer it up ^.^
I might go to bed soon; it's past eleven and ice got a math test tomorrow...
I like the whole idea of having a serial killer on the loose. The cops are searching for him 24/7 and warn the citizens to never answer the door without checking the peephole. A girl of eighteen has only just come back from vacation and is not aware of the criminal. Only upon hearing a knock does she carelessly open it... and let the serial killer seek hostage in her house. The dangerous thing is... the girl decides to house the serial killer... only to fall in love with him; forbidden love.
If you like the plot, I'd like to be the girl if you mind. Lately, I've been playing all males and I need a break from all that testosterone-induced physique. XD
And good luck with your math test! ;)
If you like the plot, I'd like to be the girl if you mind. Lately, I've been playing all males and I need a break from all that testosterone-induced physique. XD
And good luck with your math test! ;)
O.O I love it! XD I don't mind playing the guy; I actually need a major brush up on my guy skills. But I can't say I'm very good at it yet ^.^
Haha, really? :)
So shall we start creating our charries now? I'd like them to be basic. You know, just the name, age, appearance, and other. :)
So shall we start creating our charries now? I'd like them to be basic. You know, just the name, age, appearance, and other. :)
Yep, I don't mind ^^ I'm not quite so good at a bad boy kinda thing, but I'll get there eventually ^^ practice makes perfect, right? XD so hopefully my ideas for this guy's personality won't be too awful. Sure! I might be a while; working on my mountains of homework, but I'll have it up before dance tomorrow morning ^^
Haha, yep. And I'm sure he'll be lovely. :)
That'd be great! :) I'll get started on my charrie.
That'd be great! :) I'll get started on my charrie.
Let's keep our fingers crossed love :) though I'm sure it can't be too bad, right? XDSure thing! I'll get to him as soon as I finish a civics assignment... and reply to Jenn's RP
[Name] Anabelle 'Belle' Rae Unson
[Age] 18
[Appearance]
[Other]
Anabelle lives by herself in a lone apartment complex and is yearning to be a neurosurgeon when she grows up. As a result, she throws herself very vigorously into reading and studying; two of her main hobbies, in simpler words.
Oo I like her ^.^ I'll make my charrie after I head upstairs and my throat stops killing me :)
Glad to hear! :) And hope your throat feels better!
Thanks love ^.^ I'm hoping someone will get me ice cream, but nooooooo. v.v
XD so once I finish scouring the house for cough drops and salt water, I'll go make him ^.^
Haha, alright. Can't wait to see him! :)
Now it's just a matter of finding a decent face claim... Hehe, this'll be fun!
[Name] Alexander 'Alec' Jude Atkins [Age] 20
[Appearance]
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[Other]
Alec has been a serial killer, and is currently on the run from law enforcement.
Pardon the unamazingness, love. I'm falling asleep... I might head to bed soon.
Matt Lanter, I believe *_* agreed, though. Gorgeous!Okay, so where would we be starting the RP?
Pardon if I disappear or something, I'm sick v.v it's awful, and people are making me do chores...
Agreed. *.*
Maybe Alec could just be on his daily crime spree and he decides to take on the apartment complex as his victim and the first door he knocks on is Belle's?
Also, I may be changing her appearance from time to time... probably 'cause I'm indecisive. -.-
Maybe Alec could just be on his daily crime spree and he decides to take on the apartment complex as his victim and the first door he knocks on is Belle's?
Also, I may be changing her appearance from time to time... probably 'cause I'm indecisive. -.-
Daily crime spree XD sounds so... normal... XD so he's plotting murder ^^ I like being evil, this'll be enjoyable! That's quite alright, love ^^
Haha, it does, doesn't it? :)
I think I'll stick with the current Belle. I hope she's alright. ^.^
I think I'll stick with the current Belle. I hope she's alright. ^.^
"Eh, just on his killing spree," Such a normal thing to say XDYep, she's perfect! She looks like a Belle, or something that ends with an 'Elle' XD
"Yep, just gonna kill a few people... no biggie," LOL.
Good! ^^
Good! ^^
"What's a few more? I've already got enough under my belt, it'll make no difference." So nonchalant, aren't we, Alec? ^^ I'm enjoying this already!She actually looks like my dance teacher, a little... Her name was Yanelle ^^
I love it. x3
Haha, really? ^^ That's so cool!
And ugh, I'm trying to decide who is better; (view spoiler)
Haha, really? ^^ That's so cool!
And ugh, I'm trying to decide who is better; (view spoiler)
I can't wait to play this out ^^ It's like me and Jenn (view spoiler) with one of our RPs. Just can't wait! XDYep! her name was Yanelle, and no kidding, I thought she looked exactly like Belle ^^
I dunnooo o.o
Haha, really? (view spoiler) Me too! So much drama and love and just... *sigh*
That's seriously so cool. :oo
... I'm going to stick with who I have as Belle currently, then. D:
That's seriously so cool. :oo
... I'm going to stick with who I have as Belle currently, then. D:
XD (view spoiler) I love drama! Yep! I saw the picture and the first thing I said was "holy sheetttt!" XD
Being decisive! look at you!
(view spoiler) LOL... you can find me tearing up and bawling whenever I watch dramas. They always have to end up the opposite way I want them to end and I'm just like, "No. You can't do this to me."
Weeeeelllll... I still dunno. D: Who do you think is better for Belle?
Weeeeelllll... I still dunno. D: Who do you think is better for Belle?
(view spoiler) I'm like that, too! Nothing ever goes my way when it comes to that stuff!I like the one you currently have ^^
(view spoiler) LOL... one time, I set out to calling the people who created this drama, ready to vent and throw a huge tantrum. But then, bam, I got scared shitless, so... XD
Then I'm sticking with it! ^^
Then I'm sticking with it! ^^
(view spoiler) XD you should've! I'd love to hear about that! But don't worry, I'd lose my nerve ^^Good!
(view spoiler) Bahah... I don't think they'd be pleased to hear from a midget.
:) So shall we begin the RP?
:) So shall we begin the RP?
(view spoiler) Then don't say anything, genius!Sure thing, gimme a few minutes. Too many replies! It might not be five paragraph big words gorgeousness like yours are, but I'll try ^^
Alec refused to look back. To look back would mean to find regrets in what he'd done, and that was something he preferred not to look for, or run into. Regrets were for the weakminded, and being one of those wasn't an option. Raking his fingers through his average hair--average was the best way to blend in, he couldn't afford to stand out--Alec managed to duck into an alley unnoticed as he thought out his plan. He'd had most of it worked out, pure brilliance, and totally his style. Of course, just as he'd been about to go carry it out--he had his gun, the schematics of the building memorized, and a precise course of action plotted. An easy way to prove to the cops that he was something to be reckoned with, not just another pathetic excuse for a criminal. Alec had managed to get through two years of this, killing whoever he pleased, surely they knew catching him was a fantasy. He fancied himself far too clever to get caught. Of course, Alec was quite full of himself. So many successful attempts at murder had him flying high; he was positive he couldn't fail. Alec had always been vain, conceited, things of the sort, so he didn't even consider the possibility that he could get caught, sentenced to a cruel punishment. Nothing could be crueler than Alec, so he wouldn't be worried even if he had considered the possibility of failure. He was under the impression that nothing could stop him, so why should he care? Taking a moment to pause and review his plan, Alec busied his hands by loading his gun, quickly and silently. The people in this apartment building weren't expecting him, so he figured this would be quick and easy, right? Sticking the weapon back in the holster at his belt, Alec pulled his hat on his head--a ski cap would look too suspicious, so he settled for a beanie. Besides, no one would live to recount the details of his face, so would it matter? He'd already shorted the cameras in the apartment, anyway.
Alec would have been slightly less thoughtful if an alert hadn't been issued to the residents in the area. The cops were finally aware of his plans, just a little too late. Alec had his ideas, and they'd get carried through, he was sure of it. Surely people would be too wound up in their own sense of false security to think anything was wrong, right?
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It would be erroneous to say that the house was quiet. Quiet was peace. Tranquility. Quiet was turning down the volume knob on life. Silence, however, was pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. At least that was what Belle thought when she lugged in her suitcases and halfheartedly unpacked her belongings. The music she had turned on to better the efforts of offering another voice to duel out the ever-present feeling of loneliness didn't help much. Then again, having a female bemoan of her unfortunate love life wasn't exactly one way to perk up one's soul.
Belle sighed, clicking off the radio as she straightened herself up. At least she finished unpacking. She wasn't much for procrastination but suffering from jetlag wasn't a nice welcome home. Especially if she set out to waking up at 3 in the morning and collapsing at noon. But thankfully, her job was done. Goodness knew how well her clumsiness factor would kick in and allow her to thus trip over the suitcases lying astray.
She paced around, adjusting the oversized gray sweatshirt she had pulled on after a quick shower to freshen up after her arrival. It had only seemed like hours ago when she was in France, attending a lecture on cellular neurobiology. She had been hoping she could admit for a scholarship at that university, but alas, she needed to finish a year of home study before she could do so. But how many times had she read almost every textbook cover to cover? How many times did she need to walk around, muttering to herself about the properties of corpus callosum?
God, life was boring. Belle settled on the leather couch, curling up with Wuthering Heights. Hopefully, something interesting would occur. Or at least she hoped so.
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(view spoiler)The halls of the apartment complex that Alec had cleverly managed to get into without detection were dead silent. It would have normally made him wonder whether or not anyone was there, but the warning that had been issued suggested people stayed in their homes, so he assumed that's where everyone was. Hiding. Trying to make his job more difficult. Alec moved swiftly, casually, yet with a purpose, down the hallway. No one would see him, but if they did, they'd just assume he was trying to get home as quickly as possible. Which, given the current state of the area, was quite reasonable. No one would even begin to suspect that he wasn't the person hiding, he was the person to be hidden from.
The tall man moved through the halls, his soft footsteps echoing lightly on the floor under his sneakers. As always, Alec was dressed as inconspicuously as possible; jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers. Nothing that would cause suspicion. The only thing that made him look different than everyone else, the only thing that marked him as different, was the fact that he wasn't safely locked away in his house. Well, that, and he was carrying a gun, but no one would see that unless they searched him. It was safely tucked into a holster at his belt, fully loaded and ready to shoot. Obviously, he had other plans in case he needed them, but Alec was planning for this to be simple, and quick, so he could be out of here before the cops showed up. He couldn't believe how easy this was going to be. Despite their best attempts, the police couldn't keep their population safe, which caused panic in his victims. Which, in turn, made Alec's job so much easier; panic led to bad decisions.
Never had Alec felt the slightest bit of remorse for the lives he'd taken. Never did he plan on regretting a thing he did, because Alec was going to kill for the rest of his life. The police would never catch him, not if he stayed one step ahead of them. He'd never get careless, nothing. So why did this time feel different than all the others? As he padded silently down the halls, Alec couldn't help but feel as if something were different than all his other murders. But what?
Halfway through yet another classic by Brontë, Belle could barely stifle a yawn as Heathcliff's demonstrated archetype was enforced yet again. A few more pages were hastily flipped before the weathered, dog-eared book was thrown against the coffee table. Belle now sat, knees pulled to her chest as she tried not to succumb to boredom. But for the life of God, she didn't have many options to reverse the ultimate, unwanted fate. The library, by now, was probably closed as evening had settled. She had already been caught up with scrolling through her emails and her most-used social networking sites, so her laptop wasn't an option for distraction. That left her television.
A momentary pause and a glance directed to the remote control was all that was needed for Belle's thumb to click on the TV. Numerous shows were quickly dismissed in the manner of the blurred modulation of voices; shows of all like chorused in a uniformly strange choir; from a children's show featuring a purple dinosaur to a bunch of scientists joking around to a news regarding a serial killer lurking around in her area - wait.
Belle's eyes widened as the news anchor droned out in a monotone voice, referring from time to time to his stack of papers whilst gesturing to a blurred image of the apparent masculine psychopath. She could only stare at the pixeled image for half a moment at least before the news anchor switched over to the nightly weather lady. But Belle could not care less that tomorrow was to be 59 degrees Celsius. There was a frigging serial killer in her area. Her laptop was set open to Google search minutes later, her fingers already flying to the keyboard. Serial killer, she typed in the search engine, in Yorkshire, England. None of the searches proved relevant, much to her surprise and an article on how to dress up like a serial killer confirmed her belief that the whole idea of a psychopath was just to prove some rouse in the news ratings.
It was just another rendition of The Boy Who Cried Wolf. Nothing more, nothing less. No serial killer. No psychopath. Nothing. The thoughts continued to run in her mind, gently caressing the nerves that had been agitated by the news until she found the good energy to curse at the television for fooling innocent watchers with false news just for the sake of popularity.
With the negative thoughts still erupting in her mind - mainly at the curse she deemed as television - Belle had thus resigned herself to making herself a cup of chamomile tea. For god's sake, she had nothing to be worried about. All the hoopla about the supposed psychopath running around town was faux information. She took a shaky sip of her tea.
She was safe.
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