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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:36 pm
Diera was not buying it. "Thanks...Ya know, i enjoyed that little present you gave me, what was that? a posessed shark/bear or something?" Her voice was curious with a hint of humor but her face was still emotionless as she whispered to him. She looked him in the eyes still without emotion. "I saw the look on your face when you saw me bleeding, you like seeing blood.." She remembered the pocket knife she brung with her that her great grandfather gave her. She took it out of her pocket and slit her wrist. "I've seen blood my whole life and im not afraid to see it, smell, it or..." She licked the tip of her knife that had blood on it. "You just made things a little more interesting in this place and i'm insane enough to like it!" She gave a slight smile and walked away.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:43 pm
Shackel couldn't help but smile at the girl. He now had to fight with all his effort not to kill her. Not yet, no, not yet. He had to wait. Wait until more house guests come. He packed up the medical items and put it away. He then remembered the other girl in the room. He poured her glass of tea. "Here." He said as he placed it in front of her. He then picked up his and resumed his previous position.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:54 pm
When Diera knew she wasn't being watched anymore she smirked amused at the man and what will be what she calls a "great adventure". She walked into the next room and sat on the front steps thinking about what the man said when he welcomed her. She knew he was waiting to kill her, and that he wanted to more than she thinks. Diera wasnt afriad, yet she wanted things to get a little more interesting. She noticed that her hand was still bleeding but she couldnt help but have a crazed mind. She smiled thinking about what's stopping the man from killing her., she licked the blood that was on her arm and went upstairs to get a towel from her bag.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:47 pm
((What I miss soooo far??))
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 6:48 am
{{If you wish to know what you have missed then... READ THE POSTS! Or just jump into the rp blind and ignorent.}}
Shackel had a feeling that he was going to get some more guests that night. Although he had no real clue how many were to come. He set down his now empty tea cup and walked out of the room. He headed up the first flight of steps to his office. There he found his cane and top hat and held on to them. Heading back down the steps, he headed out the front door. He paused as soon as he got out to place his top hat on, and to pull out a pair of gloves from his pockets. Holding his cane on his arm, he slid one glove on and then the other. They were black, like most of his outfit was. Taking his cane in his right hand, he stood on the pourch just like that for a bit. He was listening to all his little... pets in the woods. He smiled as he heard them cry for food. "Soon enough, your food will come." He whispered into the wind.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 7:29 am
Diera came downstairs and snuck to the man when she heard what he said. "What do you give them? Meat?" Her voice got serious at the last word as she eyed the man. "And while i'm here you might as well give me your name..." She leaned casually on the wall licking her fingers that still had blood on it. She was crazy enough to drink her own blood, it was an addiction to her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 7:34 am
Shackel heard the voice of the first girl. He swiftly turned around and swong his cane so it ended up right beside her neck. He knew how to kill with it, actually he could kill with anything. "Master Shackel Sin." He stated as he suddenly got close to her. He was right up in her face, "And yes, a very special type of meat." He spoke with an icy tone.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 7:43 am
Diera wasn't afriad, she didn't flinch or blink when he swong the cane at her, she just stared when he got close to her. "That's an interesting name...suits you.." Her voice was emotionless, so was her face. "Well, Mr. Shackel...an interesting name has to belong to an interesting person am i correct? Well, you are a very interesting person and i would like to learn more about you if you don't mind." She gave a conniving smile, she wasn't like any other girl, she liked danger and evil. She was raised around it and she knew every trick in the book. This was going to be fun.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 7:57 am
Shackel was getting annoyed with the girl and desided to have some fun with her. "I ador that shrill you call your scream." His face went twisted as he took his free hand and slid it down her face. "I want to hear it again." He laughed, and out from his coat sleeve came thousands apon thousands of black widows and started to crawl all over the girls face. "Scream for me!" He whispered to her, watching all the spiders crawling all over her. In and out of her hair, all over her face, weaving in and out of her clothes.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:18 am
Diera's eyes were wide. "WHAT THE HELL?!?!?" she yelled swatting and killing the spiders several at a time. When she was sure she killed all of them she went to Shackel knife in hand. She grabbed him by his shirt and had the knife to his throat. "Do that again and i'll cut you to the point that i could use your remains for bird food and christmas decorations!" She was not pleased. So far she could relate Shackel to her twisted uncle she grew up with years ago. She wasnt afriad to kill him, she could but she wanted to see what else he could come up with tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:48 am
Shackel gave an chuckle, one that shouldn't of came from human mouth. He smiled as he was enjoying her frustration. "Aw, no scream." He smiled and his eyes were daring her. "Go ahead then, take out your anger." He leanded forward so the knife started to draw blood out of his neck.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:52 am
Diera didn't know what he was doing but she was annoyed. "You're lucky you have guests coming..." She whispered to him. Before she let go of him, she quickly slit Shackels cheek from his ear to the side of his mouth. She let go of him, quickly but swiftly turned and walked upstairs.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:57 am
Shackle let her cut his face. It didn't matter to him. He wiped his face and then licked his glove. The cut that she delt him didn't show any more. "You can't kill whats already dead." He whispered as his pets screetched to the moon. He walked back inside to see what his guests were up to. He walked back into the kitchen. "Enjoying your tea?" He asked as he entered.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 9:09 am
Diera walked upstairs to her room. She took the bag off of her bed and took of the covers. "Of course he would..." She said in a angry and annoyed tone. On her bed was spiders crawling everywhere, she got a broom and started whacking them untill they were gone. She sighed then laughed. "Okay...So he likes games..." She sat down and stared at the door. "Then let the games begin..." Without looking she grabbed a spider that was crawling on her shoulder and bit it's head off spitting it onto the floor.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 9:29 am
Michael had his gym bag in hand running away from home when he saw two girls looking at him while walking into the forest. "Hello!" He said while following them. When he walked further he couldn't find them, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ha! Oh well! ya'll missed the gun show! POW!" He flexed his arm that was skinny and weak. "Who needs ya'll anyway??" he called. Michael kept walking when he saw a house that had a "rooms availible" sign in the yard. He got creeped out but needed a place to stay so he went to the door and put his bag on the step. Michael saw the doorbell but it wasn't his style. "Get ready for Mike Fizz!" He whispered. As he did he banged on the door but it sounded like a beat he heard on the radio earlier before he left home. Michael danced to the beat while still banging waiting for someone to answer.
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