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 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:41 pm
 City of Evil When people think 'big city' on the east coast of the United States it's not common for New York to pop into ones mind. It is in a city much like that where our story begins. It is a city where crime runs rampant, a city where sirens can be heard at all hours... but it wasn't always like this, it wasn't always so corrupt at least on the surface. Crime ran rampant in the slums, corruption filled a few political offices, but rarely was it a front page event... but that was over five years ago. There was an unprecedented shift in the crime world, suddenly giving evil doers an ego boost. The crime rate went up and the police department couldn't keep up, and so madness ensued. So crime soared over the city... until one year ago when a mysterious, well equipped vigilante stepped forth to tackle the issue... and for a while it did get better... until six months ago when a profound villain came to light. He wasn't a petty thief, or famed for muggings like most, oh no. Slaughter, massacre, torture and nondiscriminatory violence, that was his game... nothing was off limits. Six months have passed since the villain has surfaced, and many have died, but he always manages to get away before the fuzz, or the infamous vigilante shows... but how long can he keep that up? The answer is... not long. It was just last night the vigilante and the villain almost had their first encounter, but the villain took off, leaving some... unfinished business behind. That's right, for the first time since his surfacing there is a witness... So what will happen now? Is the villains crime spree coming to a sloppy end, or is it just the beginning? Will the Vigilante capture the murderer of masses? Will the one that got away be able to move on?
Only time will tell... Inspired by: A dream induced by heavy medication and lots of movies
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:49 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMain Roles
The Villain: A deranged psychopath who's obviously not in the right state of mind. He is driven by the prospect of crime and murder, and the sight of blood thrills him like no other. He's fast and notorious for his escapes and psychotic laughter. But is that madness really just an act?
[Open][Reserved][Taken]
The Vigilante: Not much is known of the fellow other than her twisted sense of justice, of right and wrong and that she packs a powerful punch. Her true identity is a secret as are her reasons for showing up to fight crime... but for how long will that be true?
[Open][Reserved][Taken]
The-One-Who-Got-Away: Few know the gender of the one who got away other than the villain and a select few police officers, but there are whispers among the public that there was a survivor. Still the question remains, will the person be able to move on with their life, or will that fateful encounter have crippled them for life? But most of all... how long will that person survive?
[Open][Reserved][Taken]
The Friend: None other than an ally to our story's hero, a friend to the man behind the mask, but unbeknownst to out hero his beloved friend knows his secret, after all it can be hard to hide the signs of crime fighting from someone you see every day... but with the growing danger coming to the Vigilante how with The Friend react?
[Open][Reserved][Taken]
The Journalist: Their job speaks for itself, a dedicated columnist for the local paper, but when rumor of a survivor of the villain gets around how far will this person go to get a good scoop?
[Open][Reserved][Taken]
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The Witness: The other night, as the One-Who-Got-Away had their encounter with the Villain there was another on the street. The Witness, as the name would imply, saw the whole thing, saw the encounter, saw the one who got away, saw the villain, but didn't get away unnoticed...
[Open][Reserved][Taken]
The Admirer:
[Open][Reserved][Taken]
[[Remember! You can make your own roles!]]
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:54 pm
 Rules ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. There can be other characters, in fact I thoroughly encourage you to come up with your own, keeps things interesting and allows thing to progress.
2. Keep it clean people, violence, gore and cursing are all okay but time skip when appropriate, kids are on this cite.
3. Try to be literate, meaning no text talk... at all. It's not too hard to spell out you instead of 'u' now is it?
4. Pretty posts if you don't mind. Colors just make everything better : D
5. Try to keep active, nothing is more upsetting than a thread that gets going and good and just drops off.
6. PM me profiles please, it just gets hectic trying to page surf for profiles
7. On that same not please read the profiles of others and posts before just jumping in, i.e. if Batman's in the bat cave little Cindy Lou shouldn't be walking up to him asking him how it's going.
8. Title your PM's City of Evil: Character (I.e. Vigilante), its the title, not hard to remember and put in a 3nodding just so i know you read the rules
9. If you're going to be gone for a bit please just post a little Ooc alert, Don't want to think you just up and disappeared now
10. Show respect to your fellow Rpers, just common courtesy is good
11. Last, but not least. Have fun! That's what we are here for
12. Reserves for the main characters are first come first serve, but once more don't be afraid to create your own ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 8:59 pm
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[color=black][b]◉⇒» ♫[/b] They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦[/color] Theme Song
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 9:02 pm
Accepted Profiles Villain: MinikoMaki  Who am I? Ephigi Tijil Tijii / Crourex
◉⇒» The Days of My Past¦¦ 21
◉⇒» I Am A¦¦ Male
◉⇒» I Like¦¦ The Ladies
◉⇒» Let's See, I'm About¦¦ 5'4"
◉⇒» Are You Seriously Asking¦¦ 125 lbs
◉⇒» I'm Good At¦¦
• Graphic design
• Drawing
• Gymnastics
◉⇒» I'm Bad At¦¦
• Talking with People
• Getting rejected
• Remembering things
◉⇒» Well When You Get to Know Me I'm¦¦
• Sorrowful
• Happy
• Antisocial
• Psychotic
◉⇒» A Brief History of Yours Truly¦¦
Ephigi was a 'normal' child, happy at moments depressed at others, often arguing iwth his parents when he didn't get his way and an overly shy person but with a close knit group of friends. And of those close knit group a few knew of his true self a boy who wanted to destroy things but simply found himself in a place where he could do nothing other then simply draw it out causing strange art work people simply put up to his imagination. School was something he never struggled with and it was even better when he was already working on his degree for what he wished to do.
Once finished with this he went to the big city to get a job and did what he did best. However the crime rate was anything but tollerable. His first brush with this darker world was when one of the many petty thiefs tried to steal from him, it had wound up with hte thief stabbed the last few strandes that held onto his humanity frayed. When the vigilanty appeared he found himself drawn to hate the male who easily took out the various crime lords. It was perhaps a brush with the vigilanty that caused his mind to fray the inner demon released though he remained a happy an d bright person on the outside. Dressed in his own disguise he simply made his way through knives rending with ease as he murdured one person after another before fleeing laughter bubbling form him the entire time. Form then he has killed countless times, each either lighter or more drastice then the last, and each ending with the endless mad laughter.
Ephigi still thinks himself normal, his mind a torn wasteland of a long mental struggle. The people he has killed don't haunt him as he goes through day with a light spring in his step. He knows that the person left alive is a loose end and plans to kill them that is only if they deside to talk if they do he will kill them, in a much worse way then they can imagine.
◉⇒» I Love¦¦
• Blood
• Drawing
• Cats
◉⇒» I Despise¦¦
• Birds
• Tea
• Goody two shoes.
◉⇒» Nightmares¦¦
• That he will be left alone forever
• People not thinking things through.
◉⇒» Secrets¦¦ I cry myself to sleep.
◉⇒» Other¦¦
◉⇒» ♫ They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦ Almost Easy - Avenge Sevenfold
◉⇒» Color My Words¦¦ Gold, Gray and Carmine
Vigilante: JJmonkeychic  Who am I? Alexianne Dahlia Richelieu Alex/Lexi/Judiciaire
◉⇒» The Days of My Past¦¦ 25
◉⇒» I Am A¦¦ Female
◉⇒» I Like¦¦ If she had time for romance, she would not have a gender preference.
◉⇒» Let's See, I'm About¦¦ 5'10"
◉⇒» Are You Seriously Asking¦¦ 127 lbs
◉⇒» I'm Good At¦¦
• Agility and speed
• Coolness
• Intelligence
◉⇒» I'm Bad At¦¦
• Contests of strength
• Following the usual "hero rules"
• Portraying affection
◉⇒» Well When You Get to Know Me I'm¦¦
• Always cool, calm and collected
• Rather serious
• Calculative
• Extremely determined
◉⇒» A Brief History of Yours Truly¦¦ Alexianne was born twenty five years ago in a large house on a quaint French countryside. Her father was an inventor, a man who came up with the most amazing devices, all designed to ease the life of the people. While a tad of an unusual profession, it was perfectly alright and well paying. But her mother... Well her mother's job was less than legal. In fact, it bordered on treason. The woman was what one would call an information broker. She bought and sold information on all things useful, from the location of secret weapon caches to the last name of a wanted target. This way of living was rewarding, but also incredibly dangerous. So much so that, just after Alexianne's seventh birthday, the family was forced to move far away, to a whole different country, in order to stay clear of angry mob bosses and federal officers.
Coming to this new country was strange, and Alexianne had to learn another language. It was not so hard though, for she was always a very intelligent child and excelled in academics. She took mostly after her father, though, and became his little protege in inventing. Before long she was making tiny robot toys of her own. She went to school and made friends easily, for all of the children seemed fascinated by the sharp foreign girl with the strange accent. As she grew older she became quite popular, but never lost her kind nature. There was one boy whom she grew very fond of, and they became fast friends.
Just at the start of her sophomore year in highschool, Alexianne's mother was murdered in cold blood, right in front of her eyes. She had just stepped off of the bus from school and was walking up to her mother when suddenly Bam!. Red gore flew from her mother's head and the woman fell dead. Alex just barely caught a glimpse of the man's face before he vanished over the rooftop. She committed that face to memory, and even as the tears streamed down her face and the agonized wails rolled from between her lips, the girl vowed revenge.
An investigation ensued and several men were captured and put into a line up, waiting to be identified by the traumatized fifteen year old girl. Alex recognized her mother's murderer immediately, and called him out. Over the course of the next few weeks, though, the man would go on to be released from jail, for the cops could not seem to find enough evidence for his guilt. But Alexianne would not have this. The man needed to be punished for what he did. And so, while her father withered away from a broken heart, Alexianne - with the help of a hefty inheritance - began to train, plot, and build. Over the next few years, she created weapons and gadgets that would enhance her abilities to fight and kill, then, when she turned twenty one, she went hunting for her mother's murderer. She was not looking for vengeance. No, she was looking for justice. Justice that would be dealt by her hand.
Now several years had passed since she killed her mother's murderer and turned in his entire operation to the police, and she's taken to going out in the nights and capturing those criminals who would make a person's life miserable, while in the daylight hours she works as CEO of her father's patenting company. The experience all those years ago slightly warped her mind, causing her to be more of an anti-hero. She works to catch criminals at nearly any means necessary, and has no qualms with killing them if she must. She has never once harmed a civilian, although if one ever got in her way of catching her target, she would subdue them as necessary. When Alexianne caught word of the Villain and began to see his heinous acts for herself, she began to pursue him, and vows to bring him to justice, one way or another.
◉⇒» I Love¦¦
• Justice
• Technology
• Seafood
◉⇒» I Despise¦¦
• Criminals
• Being beaten
• Idiotic people
◉⇒» Nightmares¦¦
• Being buried alive
• Dying before the Villain.
◉⇒» Secrets¦¦ Alexianne really does not care whether she lives or dies.
She sees the world in black and white, with a very thin line between right and wrong. Although she believes that this line can be twisted, warped, and smudged so long as she gets her guy.
She has to periodically take anxiety medication.
◉⇒» Other¦¦ She feels that it is okay to do the wrong thing, so long as you'r doing it for the right reasons. Alexianne is a strong believer in fate, and thus is not afraid of much of anything. If fate decides that it is her time to go, then so be it. Alexianne knows that she is no saint when it comes to getting her guy, and expects to be horribly punished for her wrongdoings later on in life.
◉⇒» ♫ They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦ The Outsider - A Perfect Circle
◉⇒» Color My Words¦¦ medium slate blue, dark magenta and darkorchid
The-One-Who-Got-Away: Eclipse of the Twilight  Who am I? Darian Jeannine Efferus Dare, Jeanie
◉⇒» The Days of My Past¦¦ 24
◉⇒» I Am A¦¦ Female
◉⇒» I Like¦¦ I'm not picky if that's what you're asking
◉⇒» Let's See, I'm About¦¦ 5'6"
◉⇒» Are You Seriously Asking¦¦ 130
◉⇒» I'm Good At¦¦
• Art, particularly sculpting and painting
• Puzzles
• Keeping a calm exterior when panicked
◉⇒» I'm Bad At¦¦
• Reading people
• Holding my tongue
• Being Serious for long periods of time
◉⇒» Well When You Get to Know Me I'm¦¦
• Rather Blunt... but honest sound better
• Caring
• Almost childish
• A little jumpy
◉⇒» A Brief History of Yours Truly¦¦ Darian is the youngest of six, and the only girl at that, as if being the child of a lawyer and a surgeon wasn't enough pressure. Still, school came easy to the girl, not that she ever really had motivation, until she had her first art class, she was taken by the subject with all her being. That became her motivation and her passion through schooling and despite the daunting choices made by her brothers to become lawyers, a veterinarian , a physicist, and a chiropractor she stuck with that passion.
At the age of 17, just out of high school Darian wound up pregnant, causing a little bit of tension between her and her mother, but her father and brothers backed her up when she decided to keep it, that is one decision Darian could never come to regret. At 18 she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Logan, and continued to chase her dreams, making just the right connections along the way.
Now, her dreams seem within grasp as she has a gallery opening just around the corner... but fate seemed to have another idea. Just the other night she was working late to finish a sculpture, a little stuck on where to go from there, Logan was asleep so she decided to go out for a walk to clear her head. That was a decision she regrets ten times over. Encountering the killer the papers had been obsessing over, she was lucky to get away with scrapes and bruises... so where does she go from here?
◉⇒» I Love¦¦
• Impossibly sweet things
• Family
• Swing sets
◉⇒» I Despise¦¦
• Liars
• Bitter things
• People who consistently break promises
◉⇒» Nightmares¦¦
• Being completely unable to read a person
• Anything that may harm her son
◉⇒» Secrets¦¦ She has a bad habit of self harm in times of stress
◉⇒» Other¦¦ She has little angel wings tattooed on her shoulder blades
◉⇒» ♫ They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦ The Resolution - Jack's Mannequin
◉⇒» Color My Words¦¦ Dark Magenta, Lime Green and Thistle
The Friend: magado1  Who am I? Alistair Savage Ali
◉⇒» The Days of My Past¦¦ 24
◉⇒» I Am A¦¦ Male
◉⇒» I Like¦¦ The Boobies
◉⇒» Let's See, I'm About¦¦ 6'2
◉⇒» Are You Seriously Asking¦¦ 200
◉⇒» I'm Good At¦¦
• Reading quickly, or more over skimming
• Remembering everything, an Eidetic memory, incapable of forgetting anything
• Martial arts
◉⇒» I'm Bad At¦¦
• waking up when I need to
• getting to places at the correct time
• doing what my inner voice says is the smart choice
◉⇒» Well When You Get to Know Me I'm¦¦
• Happy
• Social
• Childish
• Caring
◉⇒» A Brief History of Yours Truly¦¦ I grew up as an only child, with two loving parents, in school I was never the biggest kid, unlike how you see me now, I was relatively short for my age, by the end of high school I had shot up fast, but I was bullied a lot when I was younger, accept whenever my friend was around, no one ever touched me then, and even though I didn't really want to hurt anyone I took up martial arts for self defense, I did well in it, just as I had breezed through school, with my eidetic memory I had to do nothing but read the books in the first week of school and I was set for the year, by my junior year in high school I was not only finished with the high school curriculum, but I was well into the college level books for many of the classes I would have to take, and I was especially interested in everything that had to do with medical know how, which is why im in med school now, I'd have to say the only downfall to my memory is the fact that every teacher and professor I have had has always scolded me and yelled countless times that I don't take notes, I just sit and listen, notes wouldn't do me any good.
◉⇒» I Love¦¦
• my friends
• to help people
• sweets
◉⇒» I Despise¦¦
• failure
• death in general
• bullying
◉⇒» Nightmares¦¦
• Being unable to help someone
• Watching the death of loved ones
◉⇒» Secrets¦¦ I know my friends secret, that he is the vigilante
◉⇒» Other¦¦ ( . Y . ) XD
◉⇒» ♫ They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦ Crossfade - So far away
◉⇒» Color My Words¦¦ Dark blue, Indigo and Black
The Journalist: Eclipse of the Twilight  Who am I? Everette Ryder Tripp Rette, Tripp
◉⇒» The Days of My Past¦¦ 21
◉⇒» I Am A¦¦ Male
◉⇒» I Like¦¦ the Ladies~
◉⇒» Let's See, I'm About¦¦ 6'1"
◉⇒» Are You Seriously Asking¦¦ 180
◉⇒» I'm Good At¦¦
• Writing
• Cooking
• His job
◉⇒» I'm Bad At¦¦
• Easing into a subject
• Putting things tenderly
• Being a silent gofer
◉⇒» Well When You Get to Know Me I'm¦¦
• Straight to the point
• Unsure of how to act
• A little sassy and a fan of sarcasm
• Unsure of how to react to certain emotions
◉⇒» A Brief History of Yours Truly¦¦ Everette grew up in the city, he had a normal childhood, two normal parents... well not really. He has two mothers, and thus was an honorary 'test tube baby', but having two mothers wasn't bad it just meant receiving twice the motherly love. Still that resulted in a bit of teasing since the average child mind doesn't always understand that love is not exclusively between people of the opposite sex, but it was that teasing that led to him being how he is now.
Well mind his past not, he moved on and began writing, falling in love with the prospect of investigative reporting... sadly it was a field hard to get into. The closest he has gotten is gofering for the local paper, writing the occasional article, most of which end up nixed before they hit the press, pushed out of the way to make room for some other article. That matter however doesn't make him feel bad, or loose hope. He has the determination to keep trying, even when it looks like he should quit. However in recent days it seems like his big break may be just around the corner as mention of a survivor of the cities killer, and he may just have the lead he needs to be the first to break
◉⇒» I Love¦¦
• Rubix cubes
• Animals, especially infantile animals like kittens
• Coffee, well i can't live without it
◉⇒» I Despise¦¦
• People who get their feelings hurt by simple things
• Sweets
• When people refer to Bowling as a sport
◉⇒» Nightmares¦¦
• Not getting anywhere with his career
• Disappointing his mothers
◉⇒» Secrets¦¦ He's actually afraid of the dark
◉⇒» Other¦¦ N/A
◉⇒» ♫ They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦ All is Well - Glint
◉⇒» Color My Words¦¦ Dark Orange, Steel Blue and Dim Gray
OriginalsThe Witness: Dead EchoN  Who am I? Nightingale C Warner Night / Birdy
◉⇒» The Days of My Past¦¦ 20
◉⇒» I Am A¦¦ Female
◉⇒» I Like¦¦ The Men
◉⇒» Let's See, I'm About¦¦ 5.6
◉⇒» Are You Seriously Asking¦¦ 130
◉⇒» I'm Good At¦¦
• Drawing / making Anime drawing
• Taking Photo's / photography
• baking / cakes and other good's
◉⇒» I'm Bad At¦¦
• talking to people
• cant stay focused
• always need to touch everything
◉⇒» Well When You Get to Know Me I'm¦¦
• Happy and jolly
• A little crazy but not too much
• A good person
• love to get messy when making baking good's
◉⇒» A Brief History of Yours Truly¦¦ It was not always like this you know... not always like i am now. i used to be... sad...very sad because i lost the great friend in the world. She was killed... by a man. Was about five years old when i seen the man kill her, I tryed everything when the cop's asked what the man looked like but... i was frozen in time, could not talk, could not move.... i wanted to save my best friend but.... the fear of death was all over me. I could never had forget that day thats why i do me best now. After all the doc's telling me that i should not be scared anymore, the man in jail, no one would hate me. Deep down i knew someone can but i tryed blocking them out of my head.
Years passed and i did manage to get through life with a smile untell the day... i was walking home after a hard day at the baking shop. It was late in the dark walking home and through it was the best idea to go through the ally way's but boy was i wrong. I started to hear strange sounds comeing and a girl... and a guy...i though to myself . Maybe it was someone making out you know...guys and girls normaly do that kind of stuff.
So Nightingale just kept to her own self like always and just kept.walking but when there was two ways to talking time from the ally she stopped the sound again. Nightingale put her head around the edge of the wall to see what was going on and then...there it is. Once again a man with a weapon and a a woman aout age 24 with really nice hair but the fear get to her like she did when she was five. All the fear's and she could now help this woma. Nightingale when back but not with out aking a loud sound on her way out of the ally. It was stupid, she didnt mean to do it but hope that the killer had to look what the sound was and the woman would have gotten away... she hoped so.... she hoped. Nightingale would never forget them two days now... one when she was five and now that girl in that killer.
Other day she looked at the new's paper and smile so happy Nightingale started to cry... cry for joy that woman got away but still... she wished nightingale could seen that man's face so that he could been put in jail forever.
Knowing he out there... make's Nightingale even more scared
◉⇒» I Love¦¦
• Cup of tea's in the morning
• Cat's
• Online games
◉⇒» I Despise¦¦
• The Dark from outside
• Bully's and killers
• Being scared
◉⇒» Nightmares¦¦
• Being the next person to by killed
• not being saved
◉⇒» Secrets¦¦ I seen a person die but never told anymore
◉⇒» Other¦¦
◉⇒» ♫ They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦ Titanium - David Guetta
◉⇒» Color My Words¦¦ Black, DarkRed and DarkViolet
The Admirer: Smells-Like-A-Cookie  Who am I? Rocket Sif' Vera Roxy
◉⇒» The Days of My Past¦¦ 22
◉⇒» I Am A¦¦ Female
◉⇒» I Like¦¦ Honestly...both
◉⇒» Let's See, I'm About¦¦ 5'4"
◉⇒» Are You Seriously Asking¦¦ 115
◉⇒» I'm Good At¦¦
• Photography
• Dancing
• Listening
◉⇒» I'm Bad At¦¦
• Speaking my mind
• Making friends
• Cooking
◉⇒» Well When You Get to Know Me I'm¦¦
• Loving
• Collected
• Always uncomfortable about how I look
• Quiet
◉⇒» A Brief History of Yours Truly¦¦ Roxy lost her mother when she was 5, and she never truly let go, her father couldn't have comforted her, him being away on business trips most of the time, Roxy was raised my a multitude of nannies, none of them ever as loving as her mother. Roxy began collecting every picture of her mother she could, she would do anything to obtain a piece of her memory captured by a camera.
Loss turned to love as photography became Roxy's passion, of course she had true talent and she began making a career of it.
Roxy was quick to hear about the killings caused by an unknown person. Almost instantly she became interested, trying to collect as much info on the murders. She had the strongest urge to be the one to photograph the bodies and the murderer. Roxy began to crave more, not caring about the consequences to others...
◉⇒» I Love¦¦
• All forms of photographs
• Warm coffee
• The beach
◉⇒» I Despise¦¦
• The darkness
• Anything thats too quiet
• Slugs
◉⇒» Nightmares¦¦
• Loosing her camera's
• Reliving the death of a loved one
◉⇒» Secrets¦¦ She has pictures of people she think are going to be murdered
◉⇒» ¦¦ She has her mothers wedding ring on a necklace
◉⇒» ♫ They're Playing My Song ♫¦¦ Get Scared - Sarcasm
◉⇒» Color My Words¦¦ Indian Red, Crimson and Orange Red
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:59 pm
Ephigi go boomHis lips parted to draw in breath as he rushed along his eyes dancing about before he stopped trying to catch his breath. His coat was on haphazardly, his shirt the same one he wore the night before the same with his jeans at least the socks here were clean. Shifting he watched the light impatient ruling over him as he rushed forward. Now what could have made Ephigi the wreak her was now. It was a long running number of problems all of them catching up to him. The first of those being work, which he was exactly seventeen minutes late for though he had called the boss letting him know in the exact words. 'Sorry I will be late, my cat slept on my alarm clock and somehow disarmed it.' this bought him half and hour, to which he could get dressed in have food, and get himself to work. Did he get dressed? Of course he did, but it was easy to tell he had over slept. What about the food aspect, that would be a negatory, he well was in to much of a rush and the last, he was working on. The second thing that left him in this stated was his rapidly crumbling sanity that caused him to run across roof tops and night and well kill people, giggling merrily along the way. At least it was giggling to him, to others they would think the jokers laugh would be more sane, that or Kefka's from Final Fantasy Six. Then the third problem, was his bloody cat. the cute creature it was he could never be upset with it however he also found it hard to trust the small creature wasn't out to get him when it constantly did little things to irritate him, like chew through his power cord on his laptop, turning off his alarm clock and even somehow knowing how to turn on the water in the kitchen, however the last skill was only ever used when it deemed it was thirsty. Most often occurring when he was in the shower at least the cat knew how to turn it off as well. And that is how Ephigi wound up in the state he was in bag over his shoulder clutched tight as he rushed along the street. Then to make matters worse his inability to focus on multiple thoughts when fuming mentally caused him to run into another person. "Sorry."A LUNATIC dreams that one day he may rest with out having to worry about sleeping with ONE eye open.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 8:58 pm
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motherⓙⓔⓐⓝⓝⓘⓝⓔ
J U S T an ArtistⓔⓕⓕⓔⓡⓤⓢC A L L meThere's a lot that I don't know
Mr. B e n z e d r i n e There's a lot that I'm still learning
But D O N ' T let the doctor in When I think I'm letting go
I want to blow off s t e a m and ... I find my body it's still burning
Did that just happen?A heavy sigh dropped from her lips as she weaved through the crowd focusing on that little hand in hers instead of the events from the previous night, or rather trying to do so. Even with the tiny grasp clinging to her with what could only have been the whole of the child's might it was still hard for the woman to accept what had happened as reality.... it was all just too impossible, right? Just give me a minuteOne minute she was out just trying to clear her mind, to get that final burst of inspiration she needed for a sculpture, and the next she found herself struck by fear and disbelief. She had read about the killings in the paper, heard about the killings on the late news, but reading something and hearing about something were completely different from meeting it face to face... the night only blurred together from there, the shock, going to the police, the interrogation, the terrible coffee... the threats made against her son if she didn't give them something to work with. She had no choice and the vague memmory left a bitter taste in her mind. Two mistakes in less than twelve hours.Shaking her head softly, she shouldn't have gone to the police, not in this town, she should have thought it through, talking to the police would put her in danger, and with things as twisted as they were it should have been an easy connection to make that they would expose her weakness. She should have known well...shithshitshitshit"Momma... wha's wrong?" The innocent child's voice pulled her from those thoughts and Darian instantly offered her son a small smile, half heartily suppressing a cringe when it agitated a scrape on her cheek. Ignoring the flow of the crowd now she paused, hoisting Logan up, letting his weight rest against her hip as those small arms wrapped around her neck "Momma's just a little sad's all. She's gunna miss you soooo much while you stay with grandma, but work has to get done" she crooned, a little white lie laced with truth. Of course she would miss him, but the child didn't need to know what had happened, or that she was worried something may happen him if he stayed with her. It was a risk she wasn't willing to take, not now and not ever, especially with the impending announcement from the police department and the rush of evening papers rushed to get the scoop before the broadcasters. Feeling the bump to her shoulder Dare only turned her head a fraction, offering a a hushed "Sorry" of her own, until she heard the tone of the other and her frame fell rigid in discomfort. I'm alive But I don't need a witnessthe mat keeps tripping
To know that I've survived ,I'm not looking for forgivenessxXxxx
Yeah I just need lightSinging vows before we exchange smoke rings
I need light in the dark as I search for the resolutiong i v e me a pen xXxXx
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 1:00 am
Ephigi go boomAs his eyes finally locked onto the person he blinked once. Then twice, and by the time his mind has clicked who he was staring at it had already moved on as he gave a light happy grin before nodding his head. "No worries, Oh would he like some candy I think I have some!" he stated suddenly talking about her son as he dug through his pocket before pulling out a lollipop his eyes blinking as he watched her. The darker portions of his mind held the knowledge that this portion really didn't he understood she needed to be killed but he didn't see the reason why and simply put it off to his natural tenancies. However he turned his gaze to the child it all came to him as to why this was, she had seen to much, she didn't know that it was him but well her child yup, if he would still be in town, no not town city, he would be next. However this was all assuming she went to the cops of this town, and those where more corrupt then the darkest portion of his mind that just wanted him to gut her then and there. However that was utterly besides the current point. Then it clicked in his mind once more while he waited that he was late for work, good thing he had a tendency to stay about seven hours late in order to pay greater attention to tiny details, though often he forget the reason he was making it thus his desk was littered with sticky notes, but only ever about his current job. A LUNATIC dreams that one day he may rest with out having to worry about sleeping with ONE eye open.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:42 pm
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J U S T an ArtistⓔⓕⓕⓔⓡⓤⓢC A L L meThere's a lot that I don't know
Mr. B e n z e d r i n e There's a lot that I'm still learning
But D O N ' T let the doctor in When I think I'm letting go
I want to blow off s t e a m and ... I find my body it's still burning
Did that just happen?This can't be happening. It had to be her mind playing tricks on her. Maybe it was some form of post traumatic stress disorder, or shock induced delusions, right? What where the chances she would run into him in plain daylight? However when Logan took interest in the male she knew that wasn't the case... lady luck sure as heck wasn't on her side, but that was something to curse another day. Just give me a minuteInstantly she turned ,shifting her son away from the other, only to put herself in between them. No way.... no way in hell is he getting any closer to Logan. That protective thought was enough to make her swallow her fears... for the time being. However, her position didn't stop a small hand from reaching out for the candy. "Thanks mister" He pipped, rather pleased on having remembered to thank the man and that fact was enough to make him flash a carefree smile. Darian blanched obviously when Logan snatched the sweet away from the murderer, instantly falling into an internal conflict both fearing it was poisoned yet not wanting to do something drastic like slapping it away, the last thing she wanted to do was piss him off. "Sweetie, why don't you save that for later? Y-you just had breakfast" she offered, unaware of the soft tremor in her voice. Receiving a nod from her son she was relieved see her son pocket the sweet before turning an unsure gaze back towards the male. well...shithshitshitshit I'm alive But I don't need a witnessthe mat keeps tripping
To know that I've survived ,I'm not looking for forgivenessxXxxx
Yeah I just need lightSinging vows before we exchange smoke rings
I need light in the dark as I search for the resolutiong i v e me a pen xXxXx
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:08 pm
Ephigi go boom Grinning when the boy took it he giggled lightly as he glanced up at her stammering tone and the ridged pose she held. "You should listen to your Mama, she's a very smart girl." he cooed softly as she body blocked him from the boy. "She will always protect you and never do anything stupid." he cooed the threat obvious in his words as his eyes danced up to her a glint flashing in his eyes before he stood up right once more. "Well I must be off now, work and all." he stated making his way off as he did. The message had been clear to her, if she had told the cops he would know and if she did he would kill her son. not the best approach but it was perhaps the most effective in this case, but for now he had work, and then he would go kill her son, after all she had to have told other wise she wouldn't need to be so nervous. He giggled lightly as he stopped once more at a light. His mind had deemed she was nervous because she had been so protective other wise she would have known that he wouldn't attack her, so he was going to attack to simply reaffirmed that he needed to kill her or her son though son was more fun, a small child screaming. A LUNATIC dreams that one day he may rest with out having to worry about sleeping with ONE eye open. OoC: We need peeps. or to massive double.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:31 pm
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J U S T an ArtistⓔⓕⓕⓔⓡⓤⓢC A L L meThere's a lot that I don't know
Mr. B e n z e d r i n e There's a lot that I'm still learning
But D O N ' T let the doctor in When I think I'm letting go
I want to blow off s t e a m and ... I find my body it's still burning
Did that just happen?That laugh that escaped him was enough to make her flinch back, tightening her arms protectively around Logan as she did so. His tone alone made her stomach churn and sickness washed over her as his message was made clear, clear as day. She was only able to swallow hard as the male bid farewell so casually and in that moment she knew without a doubt she had to get her son away. She knew there would be an announcement on the news no later than three this afternoon of that vague description she had given the police, after all it was dark and she was out of it when the questions hit her, hair color, rough height and build, gender that had all she had been able to give them... but that much was bound to get her in deep s**t and she was too frightened to go forward with anymore. Just give me a minute"a...ma...Momma wha's wrong?" That finally pulled Dare from her thoughts to realize she had ended up standing there holding her son tightly in her arms long after he had left. "Just thinking" hearing the hoarse whisper only made a deep frown tug at the corners of her mouth. Walking briskly now, keeping an eye out for any sign he may have been following she made her way to the train station, her mother had already been contacted only asked to take Logan away, not to her house but somewhere away for an undisclosed time, the police had made her nervous enough but now this was no longer an act of paranoia. s**t had hit the fan, and precautions needed to be taken. well...shithshitshitshit I'm alive But I don't need a witnessthe mat keeps tripping
To know that I've survived ,I'm not looking for forgivenessxXxxx
Yeah I just need lightSinging vows before we exchange smoke rings
I need light in the dark as I search for the resolutiong i v e me a pen xXxXx
OoC: Agreed. I'll see what i can do.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 3:19 pm
Nightingale C Warner   Nothing like a shawer in the frist thing in the morning but something could always bring someone down. Always. Nightingale was all ready to go to work at the baking shop. It was lovely there, she had friend's and would make lots of good cake's and other good's that people would ask for. It great but always can be too hot makeing lovely things for people. Nightingale smile because it was another day, sunny and it was morning not dark and gloomy. One thing for sure Nightingla would never go into an ally again. Signing now that Nightingale started to think about that night just make her wish she would never think about it again. Walking to work, One foot to another. A loud sound was comeing from some headphone's. Oh. Thats was her own headphone's. Nightingale Loved music as much as baking, nothing could change that, if there was no music in this would Nightingale might have gone mad because music the only thing that seem's to calm herself down by not thinking about the death and killing of people. As always Nightingale was on time, nothing wrong with being on time. " seem like i did it again.. " She through to herself with a deep smile on her face, why not be on time if you love the job. Like other people seem's to be late because they never get to enjoy the jov they are doing but for Nightingale she was liveing her dream... will... almost a dream was complete. She wanted to draw, be a someone like all people wanted. Tapping her lip as she thinks about the things nightingale would dream about before being snapped out of her day dream and just started working the job she enjoy's
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x Blue Nightingale x Crew
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:20 am
 xXxXxXxXxXxXxXx xXxXxXxXxXxXxXx ╭☆╯The more a man writes, the more he can write.╰☆╮ Shut up! I'm writing... A scowl seemed to take up permanent residency across the males features as he strolled down the street, fists shoved deeply into his pockets, lips pursed around the remnants of a cigarette. It all started with a phone call from the paper, not only did it wake him up two hours before he usually would have had to it was for some damn errands. Lazy asses... The memory left a bitter taste in his mind. He was fine being a lackey, or that was what he kept telling himself, when it was to help the paper or some of the articles, he was fine with that, but it was days like today that irked him, that really tested his patience. It was a bloody food and coffee run. Sure he was going to wind up in a coffee shop any morning but making him get coffee for a dozen other people who also demanded some form of sustenance to accompany it was pushing it, not to mention some demanded certain things form different places.
He could quit, that thought was always a bittersweet one. He'd worked hard to try and get into journalism but positions in this town came not on how good you wrote but who you were friends with in the company. So here he was, at the bottom of the ladder trying to crawl his way up, and he had gotten some articles published, so it wasn't completely without perks, so he stayed. Way to b***h out Everette. More bitter thoughts worked their way into his mind as his cigarette finally went out and he approached the bakery. Glancing from the address on the building to the address sprawled out on his palm he nodded, flicking the useless butt into a nearby trashcan before entering, that blue and gold gaze of his shifting around the store, unable to hide the slight crinkle of his nose at the sweet aroma which hung heavy in the air.
╰☆╮If you write one story, it may be bad; if you write a hundred, you have the odds in your favor.╭☆╯
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 4:47 pm
Ephigi go boom So why was it he was standing there his eyes blinking as he tried to gather his train of thought? Oh right he had gotten distracted from his murderous intent as he watched the sweets before him, "three chocolate glazed Bismarck" he stated lightly as the person nodded as he paid for his sweet treat before taking them and making his way out as he toyed with a few stray bits of hair. this ended quickly as he took the first of the creme filled donuts and bit into it as he continued his way to work. Some company wanted a news paper ad so he would head in see what was required of him and maybe he would even do something more fun-filled then making a layout. And it was answered when he entered as he was pushed right back out the door told to head to the newspaper to see if there was still ad space for the customer and if yes how much it would be. During all this he slowly ate his pastry his eyes blinking as he found himself finishing the third and final pastry. "Time for work."A LUNATIC dreams that one day he may rest with out having to worry about sleeping with ONE eye open. OoC: Yay we have another person<3
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