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Fenestra x Isis
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Jan 02, 2015 07:02PM
Alright here we go.
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Perfect-o! Are you okay with a darker, more serious rp? Not to say that we can't have witty dialog and filler, but you know... I live for drama~ Also, do you have any problems with strong language?
I live for drama as well! I'm perfectly fine with strong langue and anything else.
Awesome! I'm going to go ahead and type up some ideas! Should only take a couple minutes!
Muse A is a paranormal enthusiast. They spend hours researching and analyzing data that other investigators have collected, yearning to one day conduct an investigation of their own. Right before Halloween, the opportunity arises not too far from Muse A’s hometown to join other amateur paranormal investigators on a hunt, and absolutely nothing can keep Muse A from purchasing their ticket.The event location is a well-known building that Muse B had been sneaking into for years, the long abandoned county psychiatric hospital. Although the structure has been empty of cases, doctors and administration for nearly thirty years, most local residents insist that the spirits of the patients, homeless, criminally insane, and terminally ill still reside there. Muse B figures why not get a ticket for the ghost hunt, and see if they can validate the strange experiences they’ve had in the past.
On the night of the investigation, Muse A and Muse B both show up to the county psychiatric hospital. Most participants are there in pairs. The event organizers insist no one work alone, so they pair up Muse A and Muse B for the evening.
Will the impromptu team find success and capture the evidence they’ve both been hoping for, or will they simply be left in the dark?
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The small suburban town Muse A and Muse B live in is in many ways the same as hundreds of others across the country. Like many places it harbors a few local urban legends and scary stories passed on over weekend bonfires and at summer camps The most well known here is the story of the ‘Pigman.’ The Pigman was a farmer who lived on the rural outskirts of town. He was a private man, so private in fact, that in order to keep the locals away from his property, the Pigman would place the heads of butchered swine on stakes near the end of his long, winding driveway to discourage any solicitors. Back in the 1950’s three troublemaking teenagers had trespassed onto the Pigman’s farm. The following night it wasn’t the heads of pigs that adorned the stakes, but the heads of the unwelcome interlopers, their decapitated corpses swinging from the road’s overpass. Now it’s almost considered a rite of passage to drive down Pigman Road at night. The especially brave will park the car and take a midnight walk underneath the bridge. With Halloween in the air, Muse A and Muse B decide to embark on this little adventure. The drive is fairly uneventful and although the backwoods setting is a little creepy for the suburb dwellers, Muse A wants to impress Muse B with their bravery, and talks them into going for a stroll.
It starts quietly enough, but then the pair begin to hear the sound of metal against metal out in the field, almost as if someone is hammering a post into the ground. Muse B’s mind starts to imagine the worst, but Muse A assures them it is nothing. Muse A advances towards the sound, determined to prove that it’s all a case of Muse B’s imagination running wild. Muse B stays with the car, too spooked to follow. The minutes tick on and Muse B becomes more and more worried about Muse A’s absence. Finally Muse A comes running in a panic, shouting at Muse B to get in the car, but when they both jump in and lock the doors, the car refuses to start. They’re stranded on Pigman Road.
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While driving home on a quiet backstreet, Muse A spots a wounded animal on the side of the road. Having a soft spot for suffering creatures, Muse A pulls over and scoops the animal up into the backseat of their car. Muse A drives home with the good intention of nursing the poor animal back to health, unaware that the animal (Muse B) is really a shapeshifter. After making a comfortable place for Muse B to sleep, Muse A heads off to bed. By morning, Muse B is feeling a bit better and they shift back into their human form just as Muse A enters the room to check up on them. Muse B tries their best to explain what’s going on without terrifying Muse A. According to shapeshifter law, Muse B now owes Muse A their loyalty and must stay with them until the debt is repaid.
Oh I really like all of them. I think...hmm...I really like the last one and the first one...but the second one. Which one do you want to do most?
How about we eliminate them until we have one left? I eliminate 2-- because I'm doing it with another roleplayer.I think the 3rd could be adorable, but 1 could have potential for serious gore!
See? That's where I'm stuck too. I can't decide if cute or gore would be better! Though, we could add gore to the last one if B is on the run or something (hence why they were injured) or something like that.
OOH. TRUEEEE. The struggle is so real right now. Because the first one could be cute as well, because of huddling together to hide and stuff. Alas. Should we flip a coin? Lol!
I think maybe the male for the shapeshifter. What say you?
I'm sorry, my computer has just started glitching. Hang on just a moment.
Sorry about that! I would like to at least rp a female character, I'm cool with doing doubles, but we will need to work with our plot a bit!
I'm ok with just being the guy if you wanted to go that route. But if you do prefer doubles we can work with the plot however.
I don't really have a preference. I'm okay either way. If you don't like the clutter of doing doubles, that's totally cool with me too.
I'm not good with decisions haha. I'm fine either way.
Erk. I'm flipping a coin again. I'm terrible with decision making too. (With all this coin-tossing, I feel like Harvey Dent!)
Hahahaha well at least the coin helps us make some kind of progress.
Alrighty! Would you care to make your character first?
Sure! Do you want to go detailed w/ past and personality or do you want to just supply general info so as to rp as soon as possible?
Name: Imogen “Im” “Immy” “Jen” ToddGender: Female
Age: Thirty
Appearance:
Im is tall and willowy, built with streamlined muscle masked by soft, feminine curves. She has a lengthy torso that hints at her inhuman flexibility. Short and wispy, her honeyed-brown hair is styled in a trendy bob that brushes just below her jawline. Exotically tilted eyes of deep blue peer out from beneath thick, dark lashes and heavy lids. Her face is tall and delicately sculpted, the illusion aided by her high cheekbones and slim nose. Olive-toned skin is complemented by full, peachy lips.
Personality: Im is outgoing—a straight-shooter if you will. Enthusiastic and excitable, she lives in a world of action. A blunt, straight-forward risk-taker, she is willing to plunge right into things and get her hands dirty. She lives in the here and now, placing little importance on introspection or theory. Imogen looks at the facts of a situation, quickly decides what should be done, executes the action, and moves onto the next thing.
The experienced cop has an uncanny ability to perceive people’s attitudes and motivations. She picks up on little cues which go completely unnoticed by most other types such as facial expression and stance. She’s typically a couple steps ahead of the person she’s interacting with. She often uses this as a way to get whatever she wants. Rules and laws are seen as guidelines for behavior, rather than mandates. If she has decided something needs to be done, her typical “do it and get on with it” attitude takes precedence over the rules However, Imogen has her own strong sense of right and wrong, doggedly sticking her principals. The Rules of Establishment matter little to Im, but her own integrity holds that she won’t do anything against her moral code.
The woman has a strong flair for style and the dramatic—her closet is proof. She’s a fast-moving, fast-talking person with an appreciation for the finer things in life. Im has significant talent with story-telling and improvising. She often makes things up as she goes along, rather than acting with a plan in mind. She loves to have fun, and is typically fun to be around. Sometimes, Im can be hurtful to others without her knowledge. She has difficulty accounting for others’ feelings. Her sarcasm sometimes goes too far.
Im needs to keep moving and works best when unconfined. She despises routine and loves spontaneity. Practical, observant, and fun-loving, Imogen is a rare gem among the detectives in the NYPD.
Family: None that she knows of. She was bounced through foster care from birth. She has taken to calling an elderly Puerto Rican woman in the Bronx ‘Ma.’
History: Imogen assumes that her parents died at a young age, since she’s been in foster care ever since she can remember. She lived on the streets for a good portion of her adolescence until she wandered into a comic book store in the Bronx. There she found her savior in the form of an elder woman of Puerto Rican descent named Maria Santino. The woman gave Im her first comic book: Batman.
Im became enthralled with superheroes and their gritty intelligence—their determination never to give up and their endless faith in humanity. It was this and some overt hinting from Ma’ that led her to apply herself in school. As it turns out, Im is very gifted in all facets of academia. She graduated with a four-point-oh and attended Colombia University in NY, not wanting to leave her beloved city.
Some time during college, Imogen was approached by the government with a large check. She assumes it is a compensation for her parents’ deaths. She’s never looked into it and has no plans to.
After college, she joined the police academy. The rest is history.
Weapon of choice: Standard issue nine millimeter. Her sarcasm. Anything she can get her hands on.
Country of origin: U.S.A.
Other:
*Operates normally at 93.7 degrees—about four degrees below the average.
*Has a Great Dane named Alfred (after Bruce Wayne’s loyal butler).
*Owns a first edition-volume one Batman.
*Hates coffee
Alright haha. You'll have to give me some time for this one.
I was challenged! *Shrug* Couldn't leave well enough alone, I suppose! Lol!
And, just to make sure, I'm the shape shifter?
Name: Viktor "Vik" Stevenson Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance:
Vik is tall and sturdily built. His muscles are well defined but not over powering for his frame. His body is long in the limbs and torso and his joints are loose, flexible. His average brown hair is seemingly unkept and messy no matter how he tries to fix it. Intense, very light green, occasionally gray seeming, eyes sit under his dark, thick brows. His angular face seems to be sculpted by only sharpness. His jaw and nose are both straight and sharp. His lips are curved into a slight pout by his thicker bottom lip.
Personality: Viktor is a rather serious man who has a hard time making himself relax and enjoy the world around him. He doesn't take what he has for granted, but rather, cares too deeply for what he does have and misses out on what he does not. He has a hard time stepping out of his comfort zone since he has worked so hard to even make a zone for himself in a world that does not understand him.
He is a man who keeps to himself, though he does have people skills and he can be quite the charmer. Really though, he can't truly tell anyone who he is, or rather, what he is. So, he just keeps the details about himself as quiet as he possibly can. He does like to hear about others though, learn about them and take their details into account.
He's a smart man and he keeps everything in his life organized, but there are people in the world who do know of him. He has to make constant plans to keep himself safe and he does this on a constant basis. He does slip up though, and when he does things almost always seem to go wrong. This is the main reason that he has a hard time relaxing. Every time he relaxes and allows himself to be the happy, carefree guy deep down, he finds himself getting into trouble. But, there is that side of him. He can fall into the happiness and lose himself and he has in the past.
Family: His mother, Ellie, though he is unsure of whether or not she is alive at this time. They have not spoken in many years and he never met his father nor does he have any siblings.
History: Viktor grew up as a boy in Romania, where most of the mythical creatures of the world seemed to spring up. His mother raised him alone, his father having left the moment he realized his son was not normal. His mother kept him for a long as she could but then trouble started to spring up around them.
As a boy he was unable to control his abilities very well and the wrong group of people happened to see one of his slip ups when he escaped his mother. She was forced to send him away to America, to a safe house for special children. He lived there his entire young life and then he left, told to never contact anyone there again. That made absolutely no one whom he could contact. So, he left and he made a life for himself.
The trouble found him, though. He's been chased around the states and he had to move quite frequently to avoid the danger.
Weapon of choice: His own shifting body.
Country of Origin: Romania
Other:
*Is prone to severe migraines after shifting too much in a short period of time.
*Has a strange fear of birds despite being able to transform into one.
*Absolutely loves coffee mixed with milk.
Brilliantly done! Do you mind posting first, that way I know what animal Im is picking up? :D
Rawrg, I have to run to the store. I'll be back in a bit. Sorry about this. If you would like to start while I'm gone any animal will be totally fine.
It's okay! I'm happy to wait! I'll be up for a while yet!
((Sorry that took so long. Also, sorry it's not very long. It'll be better once the plot picks up.))Viktor groaned and curled tighter into a ball. Just another beaten dog on the side of the road left to die. He could hardly remember what happened in that moment. He just knew that he was weak and his whole body felt like a bruise. It was seemingly getting darker by the second and the breeze was picking up. Even through his thick brown fur he was feeling the chill go straight through him, causing him to shiver. The shivers, however, caused him to feel even worse. But, he couldn't get up. He had tried several times and had failed miserably with each attempt. All he had now was to lay still and hope the night's frost didn't kill him.
((Don't worry about it! This is great!))Nestled into a sleek gray coat, Imogen stalked with all the cool purpose of a New Yorker through Greenwich. It had just rained for a few minutes and left the filthy ground damp, advertisements and newspapers clinging thinly to the concrete. She paused as a flash of brown fur caught her eye. A dog? Her dark blue eyes flickered with indecision. Certainly, she had room for another in her lonely little brownstone. He looked beat up and she wasn't confident in the large animal's ability to survive the night. Falling easily into a crouch out of the way of passerbys, Im pulled off her warm leather gloves and stowed them into her pocket. A slim, cool hand reached out and stroked the dog's fur thoughtfully. "Hello, sir." She muttered to the shivering dog. "Will you let me take you home? It doesn't have to be permanent, but I really can't stand to watch you freeze and die." She was quite hoping this dog wasn't vicious. That way she could carry him.
Viktor turned his brown puppy eyes up to the voice that accompanied the hand buried in his fur. He was surprised by the human's bold move to touch him with no proof he wasn't dangerous, and surprised that she had even bothered to stop at all. He knew he wasn't hidden but plenty of others had passed him by without a second glance. The talking though, the talking was what really threw him for a loop. She was talking as if she knew he wasn't just a dog, though he was aware that was ridiculous. Sometimes people talked to animals as if they were people themselves, he knew that. So he just whimpered to her and hoped that somehow she would take that as a yes to her question. She had a gentle voice and he found that that was enough for him. He would willingly allow himself to go with her and he would take the heat of her home with great gratitude. He would gain his strength back, become his usual self, and then repay her for all that she had done. It was his duty, after all, to give her a kindness equal to the one she was giving by saving his life.
Her breath puffed against the dog's floppy ears as he whimpered, "You're just a big sweetheart, huh?" Blue eyes crinkling warmly at the corners, Imogene reached out and grasped around the dog's soft underbelly, hefting him over one of her shoulders with surprising strength. Wincing slightly at the addition of weight, the woman muttered, "Sorry, friend. This isn't exactly comfortable for either of us. Bear with me for a couple minutes. It's just another couple blocks."In an effort to pass the time as she began walking again, Im informed the dog of his future room mate. "You'll have to deal with Alfred though. He's a Great Dane-- smaller than you, if you can believe. He likes to pretend to be this vicious sentinel guard dog." She paused to roll her eyes, "Alfie's a giant wuss. I babied him too much I think." As she arrived at her brownstone, it dawned on Imogen how crazy she probably looked. "I have to stop talking to the dogs," she mumbled to herself, forcing her key into the lock and opening the door.
As a dog, Viktor couldn't really smile, but he knew he would have been. This woman was talking about her dog like he was her child. The carrying was beyond uncomfortable, but he would forgive her for that much. It was better by her constant stream of gentle words, in any case. He knew he had made the right choice by going with this woman and he figured he could probably get along with her dog. Though, how long he would be staying a dog himself, he was unsure. He didn't know exactly the extent of his injuries and he didn't know if he would be feeling better any time soon. Currently, he felt like he would be dying at any moment.
"Okie-dokie..." Im shut the door with her foot and waddled over to her large couch, gently depositing the dog onto the cushioned surface. "I'm going to lock the door and get you something to eat..." The brunette returned to her front door and slid the deadbolt and chain into place, shrugging her coat off and hanging it on the rack before returning to her family. "Kitchen," she muttered to herself. She turned out of her living room to the adjoining kitchen and pulled some cold cut ham out of her fridge. Opening the ziplock, she returned to the dog's side and sat down on the floor next to him. She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, tearing off a piece of the meat and holding it out to the stray.
At first Vik wanted to shrink back from the meat. He didn't feel like eating anything, let alone some ham out of this woman's hand, but, his body disagreed with his mind. He took the meat with his long pink tongue and pulled it into his mouth. He chewed slowly and was surprised to find that it actually went down his throat quite easily. He was even more shocked that he was actually reaching for more right after the first bit was gone. His nose lightly butted against her hand and he made a soft whimpering noise. He felt pathetic, and yet, he couldn't make himself stop. He wanted that ham and he wanted it to come straight from this woman's gentle hand.
The dog's nose was wet against her skin as he nudged against her palm. "Sorry," Imogen muttered, "this isn't very dignified, even for a dog." Her lips pushed outward in a small pout, chapped and red as she sighed through her nose. She reached inside of the cool plastic after giving the dog a small scratch behind the ear and pulled out another piece of ham, rolling it up for him. The fingers of her spare hand drum against the light hardwood flooring as she leaned back against her low, glass-covered coffee table.
Vik swallowed the second piece just as eagerly as he had the first, then he allowed his eyes to wander a bit. He looked around for this other dog he had been warned about. He didn't see him but he could smell him not that he had focused his attention on it. The whole house smelled like a mixture of the creature and the light perfume that the woman was wearing. The mingling was not unpleasant, just new, and it caused him to sneeze. His paw scratched at his nose just a bit, as much as he could manage in his weakened state. He sneezed a second time then nudged at her hand again. He didn't care how undignified it may be.
