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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:46 pm
ŁЄĠЄŊĐ ΦF ŦĦЄ ΜĮĐŊĮĠĦŦ MĄŞŠĂĈŖЄ A roleplay/story by Aissie
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:48 pm
ĮŊŦŖŎĐŨĈŦļŎŊ I love you.I love you too. Promise? I promise. Be with me forever?I'll be with you forever. Promise? I promise. Be my friend forever?I'll be your friend forever. Promise? I promise. Do you love me?I will always love you. Promise? I promise. They were the perfect couple, the one everyone was jealous of, the one everyone loved. Hand and hand, they would walk down the street, plotting their future together. She was beautiful and he was the perfect jock. But there is always more to every story. He was a little more than perfect, or maybe a little less. Either way, it has never been known.
They argued one night, a fight in the street. They yelled and she hit him. With tears in her eyes she fled into the night. He turned away and went to the only place he knew comfort. With drugs in his system, he forgot everything, he forgot her, he forgot the fight, and he forgot his reasons.
Hours later, and a phone call, he stirred out of his restful slumber. The voice over the phone was scratchy and unnatural. It was distant and unheard of, at least until it spoke of her. She had been missing since the fight, she had never returned home. Jerking up from his lounging position, he tossed the phone to the ground and fled into the eerie night.
He searched high and low, far and wide; there was no sign of the perfect angel. Where had she gone? He could feel a sharp stab in his heart, growing with agony and pain. Why didn't he follow her and bring her home safe, this was all his fault..
They say he eventually found her, but the way he found her.... He would never be the same. She had been mutilated. Her body was hung by a meat hook through the back of her neck, her eyes twisted open in horror, and her lips gaped in a silent scream. With massive lesions and missing clothing, it was truly a sight to see. Stripped, beaten, raped, and shredded to the bone in certain areas. This poor girl bled, this poor girl suffered. They say she twitched when he walked into the room, her lips struggling to ask something.. "Do you love me?"
They say, he disappeared after this, many blamed him and others said there was no possible way that he could ever do that to her. They were perfect... Then again, some say he killed himself by jumping off a bridge, although his body was never found. And some say it was just a legend, until people started dying.
Ironically, every year, on the date of her death, people are murdered in the most brutal ways, ways that would make anyone's skin curl. People hardly speak of the murder that occurred so long ago, and some whisper it in fear. Almost all records have been wiped clean of the murder. Many people on this day lock up their homes and never leave until day break. Some say you can hear her scream in the forest at night, the teenagers who dare speak. To many, it's truth, and to some, it's a legend. People try to ignore the massacres that occur on this dreaded date and claim it to be a 'coincidence.' What do you think? Because he most certainly thinks different...
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:50 pm
ŦĦĘ ŞŦŐŖŶ¦РŁŐŦ Even love evil knows no bounds. So a few years have passed since the dreaded murder and a new group of 'friends' have moved in to the small town and they fit in perfectly, despite the legend they hear bits and pieces of. Curiosity does kill the cat. It seems that this group of friends have been drawn in by the whispers of the kids around them, to the story of that horrid day that seems to reoccur year after year. With two days left before that dreaded day, the whispers have silenced, despite a few kids who still dare to speak of the event. A dark eerie has filled the streets of the small town as it's dark secret has begun to surface. With school out during the holidays and students and people of the town getting the last thrill in before this date, this group of friends has taken to pure curiosity. I seems, however, this last 'big blow' out will be the last party of the month. Many kids, with this last party, have decided to 'mess' with the 'new' kids. It is time they know the whole story of the 'Midnight Murderer.' This is where the group is, in a party, the last big blow out before silence claims the town. With alcohol, drugs, and sex rampaging wild, who knows what they'll learn, or what will happen.... Given the last two days before the murderer strikes, will they dare to venture out and prove that he does not exist, or will they hide in fear for their own lives? Only you can tell their twisted story.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:51 pm
ŦĦĘ ЯŨŁЄŞ ♥ I created this thread and therefore, my rules WILL be followed to a 't'. ♥ Absolutely no one liners! Nothing less that a paragraph! ♥ Grammar and correct spelling are a must! I do understand a few errors, but keep it to a minimum. ♥ Respect everyone out of character and keep things factual in the RP. ♥ No whiners, complainers, or bitches. ♥ Label your profiles: Death is only sweet by love. ♥ Use something to identify when you are speaking OOC. ♥ Follow any and all of my warnings. ♥ Check this page frequently. ♥ Follow ToS. ♥ Follow my Profile Skeleton, or you will not be allowed to join, change nothing! ♥ No more than 5 people can join! THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE THE NEEDED MURDERER!
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:02 pm
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