Lᴏᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀs [role-play]

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    » “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” His words were spoken in a hushed tone - not out of embarrassment, simply out of respect. “What have you done, my boy?” the man on the other side spoke just as low, his voice smooth and comforting, hints of compassion and forgiveness already laced into his melodic tone. “I’ve killed, Father.” his eyes focused on the blood stained fingers that curled into the brim of his jacket, fingers toying with the rough wool. “You’ve…” his voice hitched, the man cleared his throat and tried to fight the sense of worry that flooded him. “Yes, I’ve killed.” there wasn’t so much as a pang of emotion in his own voice - he was truly empty. “And I’ll kill again, Father.” he admitted, standing to pull the door open.


    Northern California was plagued with a cold hearted killer - one that targeted young, beautiful, innocent women. The townsfolk pleaded to the killer - but still, each month another girl went missing. The girls all had a few things in common - pale eyes, pale skin, dark hair, slender and small. Women have plumped up, cut their hair short, tried to darken their skin and even shaved their heads completely in attempts to hide away from the viscous man.


    The killer wasn’t greedy, he didn’t simply slit the throats of the wandering whores of the wayward travelers, he didn’t rack up a body count within a week. It was one per month, no more and no less - they always found the girls in bodies of water too, wrapped in cloth. They’d been put into beautiful dresses, washed and often frozen. There were no killings in the summer months - he wanted the girls preserved, not rotten.


    The city, despite it’s best efforts, is still under attacks years later. Ten girls so far, five a year, one during each of the coldest months. It’s rounding the end of October and the women are fearing for their lives; parents for their daughters, knowing that his killings start late November. Few residents continue their day to day, hoping maybe the killer has moved on, that he’s never to return - they don’t want to live in fear of what may be. Unbeknownst to him, he's killed far more than discovered, and he's planning something big.



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    Annie tip-toed through the quiet and dark house, her bright blue eyes downcast as she watched her footsteps. The slow creak of the floorboards roamed the home, the blinds shut tight as she usually made them. When home, the girl often found the darkness, even in daytime, to be relaxing. It was a moment of sparing peace for the female, and gave the prolonged days a sense of security, like a warm blanket that draped upon her flesh. She couldn't tell what was in front of her, until her hands- spread out and inviting- alerted her.


    Anastasia finally reached the small living room near the front of the house, her eyes barely making out the dim cracks of light that struggled through wherever the blinds did not protect, little beams of light pushing their way into the world like tadpoles that wanted to reach another pond. Disregarding any care for her eyesight, the girl- a child, really- slowly drew the blinds up, each level of light pushing against her clear skin with determination.


    Her stomach.


    Her chest.


    Her neck.


    When the light reached her eyes, she reflexively blinked tightly, her eyes screwed taunt as she adjusted to the sun, before the crystal pools of cyan opened to the beautiful golden beams. The only light in the room was the window, and even then, the light only procured a square of yellow on the floor around her. Turning sharply, she immediately plopped onto the nearby couch, the silence ringing in her ears far louder than any sound ever could.
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    [glow=black,2,300]veronica "ronnie" anne parker[/glow]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 7pt; color: black;][justify]"So be careful, do you understand me?" Veronica sighed at the repetition. The eighteen year old just wanted to go out and meet up with her friend, not get lectured for two hours by her mother. She understood why the older woman was worried, the emotion plastered all over her features and hints of fear inside her blue eyes. Ronnie looked very much like some of the girls the new famous serial killer was murdering; dark hair, pale skin. But nothing had happened to her yet, and she was a careful person. Still, if her mother needed reassuring, she would give it to her.


    "Okay, mom. I know, I'll be careful... I'm just meeting up with Aria. I don't think a murderer who kills brunettes is going to come after one that's near a redhead." She said in a lighthearted tone that only earned her a deep frown from her mother. "Mom, I'll be fine. Trust me." Taking her mother's hands, she pulled her bottom lip forward in a pout and widened her eyes ever so slightly, attempting to give her a puppy-dog look that so often worked on people in the movies.


    With a roll of her eyes, her mother gave in. "Fine. But I better see you here before eight or you're going to be in a lot of trouble, young lady. Do you understand?" Can't get in trouble if I'm dead. The thought passed through her mind rather quickly, and she already had her mouth open so she could repeat the words, though as they processed she quickly shut it with an audible click. Giving enthusiastic nod instead and then giving her mother allowance to kiss her forehead as a substitute for goodbye, Veronica grabbed her bag and almost slammed the door on her way out.

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    {Isabella Grace Queens}


    OOC: you guys are excellent writers! I hope you don't mind that I'm writing in first person!


    IC: All I wanted was to be appreciated. But I guess that was too much to ask. I roamed the seemingly empty streets with a sort of wariness about me, my eyes shifting every which way. Mother told me not to go out at this time of the year, but it's not like she'd notice I'm gone anyways. Too busy with that boyfriend of hers to notice me. It's the third guy she's had in our house just this week, and she'll probably have another guy in about two days. I remember the first time she brought a guy home. Seemed like a real gentleman, until he came into my room that night. I was twelve then, and to this day she still brings strangers into my home. My supposed sanctuary, poisoned by foreign intruders, all flashing deadly smiles. I learned that first time not to trust anyone anymore, to keep my guard up at all times. So, when I knocked into a tall figure, I immediately stepped back and looked up at him. I am quite small for my age, at least a foot shorter than anybody my age or older. I shielded my chocolate eyes from the dangerously bright sun, studying the boy. He didn't seem a threat, but neither did that gentleman. I noticed his shifty eyes, his slightly hunched posture, his guilty expression. This boy was bad news.[/fancypost]

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    {Isabella Grace Queens}


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    IC: I flashed a smile back, masking my distrust for him. "I'm quite alright, thanks love. You're fine." I spoke softly, my British voice piercing the near silent street. Nobody was really out but us, but I knew people were watching. People were always watching. Careful eyes followed every move as strangers roamed the streets, afraid that the stranger they were looking at might be the killer. I noticed his subtle changes as he stood a bit straighter, her expression changing to a nearly unreadable one. All that still gave away his sketchiness was his eyes, a glimmer of some unknown emotion in them. People say the eyes are the window to the soul, but I know better. I know that looks can be deceiving, even in someone's eyes.[/fancypost]

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    All Annie could feel was the soft imprint of flesh against flesh, her hands rigid as a corpse as they held her sunken head up. All was silent, before a massive headache struck the girl, mimicking that of whiplash. Cringing, the brunette sighed and stood, a wave of dizziness pushing her over like the many times she had attempted to go to the beach, but like always- she managed to get over the massive salty shove. It was obvious what caused this episode- her brother. Namely whenever she thought he killed again.


    She didn't want to think her brother had murdered another person, but who even knew? She loved him dearly, yes, but nothing could stop the nausea that trampled her when she thought of him hacking into a girl's body, blood staining his girlishly clear skin as he ruthlessly dug into her muscle and bone. Pressing a hand to her upper chest to simulate holding down the tinges of vomit, Anastasia imagined a calmer picture. Going to an amusement park as a young girl, seeing the dolled up animals tucked away in iron fences, and the cozy fur of costumed mascots long since adorned. Though the scene replicated the feeling she aimed for, her mind still pressed on, mocking her inner darkness and spewing bile onto her thoughts.


    How could you let him kill people? It's your fault. You should stop him. Do something. But you never do. The final sentence stabbed into her heart, causing her to abruptly sit back on the worn wool of the couch. She returned to her fetal position, knees shoved against her chest, her arms wrapped around her calves. But the thoughts as murderous as her brother did not leave, only quieting with a final spat.


    Like brother like sister.
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    {Isabella Grace Queens}


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    IC: I nodded, letting him go on his way, flashing a smile before wandering the streets once more. The image of his initial state, shoulders hunched and guilty eyes still remained in my mind as I walked down the silent street. I felt weary eyes upon my back as I trudged on, eventually reaching my house. I knocked once before walking in silently, heading up to the attic. That was where I lived. I grabbed an apple on my way up, piercing the skin of it with my pearly white teeth as I walked up the stairs. I could hear moaning from down the hall as I continued up, shutting my bedroom door quietly. Didn't want to disturb my ignorant mother and the strange man lying with her.[/fancypost]

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    Before the ragged man could even knock on the hardwood door of Annie's house, her eyes lit at the familiar pounding of footsteps, and her body raced to the door. In seconds, she gently pulled open the oak, her eyes guarded as she attempted to decipher the enigma of who exactly was at her door. Blue pools stared at the boy, the scared optics hesitant, and the black circles under her eyes proving the lack of sleep or crying fit she had gone through. No matter which caused it, though, they both happened. Annie finally noticed the man, though, but instead of a sigh of relief, her throat tightened in fear. It was funny, really. She had nearly forgotten that the killer that had been plastered all over the news was really her brother.


    Instead of thinking through her actions, Annie tore open he door and dove into her brother's arms, her hands grasping tightly behind his midsection as she hugged him fiercely. "Nicholai... I missed you..." Her voice cracked and faded on the last word. Previously, obvious care and love tinged her voice, but the fearful realization of the man before her drove her words to the deep pits of her mind, hiding from view. The girl suddenly unlatched, stepping back with a tight smile on her face. She could tell that was not his jacket.


    "Brother," She choked on the word, her innermost being knowing that this man was not her brother. "Where have you, um, been? I haven't seen you on quite some time..." She gave a nervous chuckle, her eyes flashing as she faded back into the shadows of the doorway. Had her brother been innocent of what she knew, her earlier insinuation of worry for his well being would have been continued. Now, it was simply fear, hidden by a facade of care that obviously didn't hide anything. But still, in those clothes, he was not her brother.
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    As soon as her brother hugged her as he did long ago, Anastasia closed her eyes and drank in the loving aura he had adorned for her. Killer or not: she loved him, and though it likely did more harm than good to prove so, Annie honestly couldn't help it. She nodded along to his words as if in a drug-induced haze, a small smile hidden on her pink lips as he whispered his promises to her, and for once, she managed to forget who her brother had become. Who she let him become. As he pulled away, Annie groped forward, feeling lost without the warm embrace of a kindred soul, before she wrapped her arms around herself.


    When the quiz of her situation appeared before her, Annie thought over what to say. Truthfully, and unfortunately, she mostly did do because of the constant reminders the outside world induced. No matter the time of day, she couldn't walk down the street without a stranger or acquaintance calling out to her, either reminding her of the killers existence or telling her that her browned hair and white skin would be her downfall. Annie knew that her skin was too peach and her hair too dark of a chestnut for this too ever occur, but the simple shout of warning was enough to force her back into the warm nest she had forged for herself. The other just a s bad answer would to explain her horrid appearance; the messy hair, the bags under her eyes, her guilty state. All the same, she didn't want to bring attention to what they both already knew.


    Instead, she invented another excuse, one partially true yet still tinged with a less important cause. "There isn't really much to do. Anyways, I find the calmness of the indoors much more predictable now." She murmured decisively, looking down at the floor in the way she did whenever she didn't tell the truth. She loved the outside, always had, but she just couldn't bear to be out there where the rules of quiet and peace no longer applied. In all honesty, the indoors could be controlled, and made for an excellent hiding space.


    Thinking of what to say, Annie leaned onto the wall of the living room, her eyes gazing at Nicholai and a hopeful smile holding onto dear life atop her mouth. "If you want to make it up to me, would you like to go get ice cream?" She asked suddenly, feeling as though going outside would be much less risky with her brother, ignoring his more cruel hobbies. Quickly, she muttered under her breath, her voice pleading and her eyes widening in urgency. "Remember to change, please." Even though she hated protecting him, she couldn't help but make sure everything went smoothly. She knew there was something of his past left there. She was sure of it.


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    Layla looked at her hands as Varah played with her toys on the floor.She sat next to Varah,pulling her daughter to point where she was right next to her.Layla didn't say a word just sat with her eyes closed,she didn't know what to say at the moment.Varah stared up at her mother,with somewhat worried eyes,Layla didn't look back.Varah decided not to ask any questions though she was pretty worried at the moment,she just looked down and went back to playing but silently.Layla put her knees to her chest and wrapped her arm around Varah and bit her bottom lip,making Varah feel less worried.
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    [justify][font=georgia][size=10][color=white][sub]Hailey knew that right now was no time for...sleeping and relaxing. After all, she came her on vacation. She should be doing stuff....fun. But, just for that day, Hailey didn't want to get out of bed. The hotel room she was staying in was quite cold, and the thick, comfortable blankets on top of her were just to warm to get out from. Cracking open one eye, Hailey was met with glaring sun from outside, causing her to close her eye again.


    Sighing, she rolled onto her other side, opened her eyes, and looked around for her black and white robe. It was dangling on the other end of the bed. Biting her lip, Hailey quickly crawled out from under the blankets, hopped down onto the floor, and snatched her robe. Without hesitation, she pulled it around herself, now not as cold. Well, the tile beneath her feet was, yes, a little bit freezing. But that problem could be solved simply.


    "Gosh....Don't have enough respect to turn on the heat once and a while?" Hailey muttered as she stuck her feet into her slippers. Well, now that Hailey was awake, there was no way of her going to sleep.



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    riley let out a frustrated groan as she crossed yet another street. she thought that it'd be a good idea to explore since her parents were out with old friends. her phone died about five minutes ago and she didn't want to waste the little money that she had just yet. her eyes scanned around the area before lighting up. a small ice cream shop stood on the corner across the street. she quickly crossed the street and grinned. she opened the door and sighed as the cool air wrapped around her body like a blanket. she walked to the cashier and scanned the menu. the lady smiled brightly. "hi! welcome to sweet scoops! what can i get for you?" riley's gaze was set on the choco mint chip. "can i get two scoops of the choco mint chip, please?" riley asked, her eyes sparkling. the lady - whose name tag said julie - nodded and held up three fingers. "give me three minutes." riley nodded and decided to scan the shop while julie made her ice cream. not many people were here. there was a family of four, an elderly couple and a boy and a girl. when riley's ice cream was done and she paid, adding a little tip, she decided that she'd just sit in the corner booth. she dug her spoon into the minty deliciousness and scooped up a giant spoon of it. she plopped it in her mouth and groaned as it melted on her tongue. "this is so good!" she whispered to herself, another spoonful going inside of her mouth.

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    A smile lit up the young girls' face, ignoring the anchor her stomach had formed before her brother asked her where to go. She knew he called her bluff, but the pale shade that had adorned his face also proved she called his. Shaking her head to rid the memory, she quickly formed her normal grin she had in happy situations. Finally, something normal! She could only pray it was the start of his getting better. Pausing for a moment to think, she shrugged and rubbed the back of her neck, a sheepish look of embarrassment tinging the crinkles alongside her eyes. She didn't expect him to be so accepting to go to a place such as an ice cream resturant, and she herself had only said it to test his response. Oh well, off to get ice cream.


    "Sweet scoops." She answered after a break, her eyes brightening as they did when she finally made a decision. Even choosing a destination was hard to do for the girl, and she was somewhat proud she decided without having to contemplate how the competing ice cream stores would react to her chosen shop. Without missing a beat, she automatically tucked a stray hair of her brother's curly waves out of his forehead, not noticing the kind action as she turned to open the door and lead the way to the nearby town.


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    "Chocolate, please." Annie flashed a smile, her cheeks dimpling as the massive chocolate waves were handed to her in a less-than high-quality Styrofoam cup. She waited for her brother to choose his order, her eyes wandering around the cheery diner-styled cafe. Colored tiles decorated the white walls, while posters of the next "big" ice cream adorned the same walls. A family, an elderly couple, and a boy and girl sat in the numerous booths, along with a pretty brunette that was stashed away in the corner. She absentmindedly scooped a spoonful of her chocolate goody, blue eyes roaming the rest of the room.
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    riley kicked her feet happily as the creamy goodness continued to melt in her mouth. she took her time eating the little bit that was left in the bottom. when it was all gone, she pouted her ice cream covered lips. despite being angry about leaving her friends behind for two whole months, she enjoyed this moment. she noticed that a girl and a man had ordered their ice creams. riley sat up quickly, eager to get directions or at least use one of their phones. she walked towards them, not noticing that she had ice cream on her face. "e-excuse me.." she whispered quietly. her eyes drifted towards the girl and then to the intimidating man. she tilted her head and blushed. "can i.. borrow one of your phones? please? it'll be quick!" she was talking quietly but loud enough for them to hear.