Posts by :Nyght:

Hello there internet! I just wanted to put out this little idea since I've been playing Dead by Daylight. Reply or message me if you're interested! I will do BxG, GxG, and BxB.

Have a nice day!

Ah good, it'll be a pleasure then.

Hm, you post first please, I have an idea.

(I like the interview one, it's a cliche but I love it.)

Theres my Charrie!

Sure!

(Its a wonderful first post, but I feel you there. And heck yes they can!)

It had been far too many seconds of waiting since Albert had heard of his little interview. He hated waiting, the very idea of not having something that he wanted or needed that very moment just made his skin crawl in all the wrong ways. However, keeping his mouth shut and being a good little prisoner seemed to be the way to get what he wanted around this infernal prison. Insufferable, yet still valuable. He idly hummed to himself as he was escorted along the halls by a pair of guards.

Albert was excited. He had been absolutely vibrating in anticipation for the past few hours and he wasn't about to let all that energy go to waste now. No, the voices in his head had been excited as well. They kept whispering that this was it, that whoever he sat across from would be his salvation. This person would be his reward for his service to them, and he shuddered in pleasure at that thought.

He moved his handcuffed hands up to fix his messy black hair, although without a mirror he had to rely on solely his touch. Still, he didn't want to disappoint his visitor. After he was satisfied with his dark locks, he smoothed out his grey prison garb. It was a sign of his uniqueness, as he had requested it before he was locked up. He thought of himself as a fairly decent looking young man, but all he saw in the reflective blood pools of his dream was an angel.

Oh how he missed doing his sacred work.

He had managed to scrawl a few runes into the walls of his cell thankfully, they comforted him and calmed the voices.

The guards mostly tried to ignore the prisoner, too used to him spouting off at himself and them whenever he pleased. Even they noticed his attitude and silence however, and the both of them felt even more uneasy about being around the killer. Money is such a great motivator isn't it?

Finally, Finally, the guards stopped in front of a door and hesitantly opened it, revealing the small room and it's occupants. The moment that Albert's gaze settled on Aleksandr, he grinned from ear to ear. He eagerly strode forward ahead of his escort and sat down in the other empty chair, drinking in the sight of his visitor.

"Hello there snow angel~"

Here it is! Feel free to post your character anytime along with an rp post if you want.

Alright.

Albert noticed the blush of course, it was a fairly obvious mark on the man's perfect white skin. Although his smile turned into a more normal one, all of his previous excitement was still very evident as he stared at his visitor. Perfect could hardly describe how this encounter was going already.

He lost track of time for a moment as he stared at his visitor, the man across from him seemingly doing the same. When he smiled and spoke however, Albert's grin returned for just a moment. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Aleksandr." He rolled the name off his tongue as if he was speaking in another native language, every syllable perfectly parroted yet also adding his own little flare to each letter.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every moment of this little interview. Oh yes indeed.

"You enjoy my work? Hm, and here I thought I was being given false hope." He replied with a small chuckle, a smirk settling on his face. "Well they all mean very different things, although if we had more time I'd gladly explain them all to you." He idly noticed Alex lick his lips and barely suppressed the small excited twitch that came in reaction. He just wanted to come right across this table and claim his reward. However, he wasn't going to do that of course...not yet anyway.

He eagerly took the notebook and pencil, quickly scribbling down something on it that he carefully hid from the rest of the room. After all, he wanted to impress his guest. Only his guest. He noticed the nature of that smile and could only grin again, his grin growing slightly at the question. His voices had been fairly quiet so far, but now they kept repeating the same thing over and over in his head.

He wondered, for a moment, what exactly was on Aleksandr's mind. Questions surely, but of what variety? He longed to probe deep into the mind that sat across from him; Alex was interesting in a way that no one else had ever fascinated him before. He was beautiful, intelligent, and his salvation from this prison. Such a perfect reward for all of his strife. Sometimes the voices were far too kind to bestow such gifts upon him.

He quickly glanced at the guards before leaning forward slightly, still keeping the notebook hidden from view as he moved closer to Alex. The guards tended but ye didn't care, he had a question to answer. So, with a low whisper meant only for Aleksandr, he spoke. "They tell me that you are my savior, that you are my reward. They tell me that you are mine."

With that he simply smiled and sat back in his chair, but there something sinister radiating from his very being.

(Nope you're fine!)

If there was only one thing that Albert loved in the world, it was the cold weather. It was perfect, a time of death and stagnancy, it described his victims almost perfectly. However, he had much more pressing matters to attend to of course. His voices, his gods, were telling him of his next mission. Well, more of a test than a mission. He had already made another sacrifice just two days ago and was still moving due to it, but they told him to stop in this alleyway to fulfill his duty. He had to prove his faith and trust in them, he had to show them that he wasn't just following them because he enjoyed sacrificing. No, he had to do this. He had to show his gratitude and dedication in the only way that he knew how. Unfortunately his body gave out and collapsed before he finished the rune that he had carved into himself, his conciousness slowly fading away as he bled in the alleyway. He barely even noticed as he fell unconscious. He was surprised to awake later, on a fairly soft couch with his wounds patched up. He could hardly believe it. He had passed the test and was rewarded with life. However, the voices claimed that life was only one reward. In his confusion at their words, he turned and audibly gasped when he saw an...an angel sleeping peacefully across from him on an arm chair. He didn't trust his body to be able to stand so he simply watched, taking in every detail of this angel and her home. He hoped it was her home anyway, he didn't want to see such a lovely being on the run for any reason. Unless perhaps he was the one chasing her, then that might be the exception. Albert nearly slapped himself for having such thoughts, he was gifted life by an angel and he thought of something like that? It would appear that he still had a long way to go before he became faithful enough to satisfy the voices in his head. They were surprisingly quiet, leaving him alone in the room with nothing to listen to but the angel's breathing. Not that he was complaining of course, he was more than glad to sit there with his thoughts and his sleeping angel.

Albert sat up slightly as he watched the angel, desiring a better view of his savior. She was rather majestic like that, peacefully sleeping as if she had not a care in the world. Of course, that was until he noticed that she had started breathing faster. He frowned, silently cursing whatever could be causing the angel distress. His breath hitched for a moment when she finally awoke, however he quickly decomposed himself and blinked as she got her bearings. It was interesting to watch her move around after only seeing her sleep. Although not like how his victims were interesting, no this was something else entirely. He was almost utterly enraptured by her, especially when their gazes finally met. He almost wondered if he should get down on his knees at that moment to thank the voices for rewarding him like this. He would do that later for sure, yes later. When she spoke he had to suppress a small shudder at the sound of her voice. She even sounded like an angel, he must really be blessed after all. The voices were far too kind to him this time. He blinked in thought for a moment about her questions before he shook his head no. "I'm quite alright for now, thank you." He had eaten fairly recently and the pain had settled to an almost pleasing dull throb. Her concern made him feel slightly warmer though, a feeling that confused him. "I'm Albert. It's a pleasure to meet you, and thank you for saving me." He inwardly sighed in relief at his ability to keep a normal tone and appearance up around this angel. It seemed that Amelia was unaware of what a blessing she was, and he didn't want to scare her off by mentioning it. Still, he hoped that she would eventually come around and realize what she truly was. That was for another day however, for now he had far more pressing matters to attend to.

Albert had hardly even noticed the small silence that set in for a moment, too busy remembering to blink so that he didn't scare Amelia with his gaze. She seemed undisturbed by him so far, but he knew that it could change in an instant. In his current state he doubted he'd be able to chase her down too, so he had to play his cards smart for the moment. He noticed her smile and a small one of his own grew on his face, it only grew more when he saw her blush. He nodded at her explanation and sat back slightly, resting against the couch. "Fresh clothes?" He glanced over himself for a moment and sighed. "Yes I believe that I could do with some new apparel..." Albert muttered after a moment of thought, clicking his tongue as he ran a hand over the bandages. "However, I wouldn't want to put you out for my sake. After all, you've already saved my life...for some reason." He assumed that she didn't know who he was, but he was fine with that.

Albert supposed that he was a bit...hopeful at the moment. Hopeful and excited, he had pleased the voices and Amelia was evidently the reward that he had been promised. Someone that was kind and beautiful, far more than he deserved. Still, he wouldn't dare disgrace his voices by rejecting such an angel. He hesitated for only a moment at her answer before he nodded, an interested hum being the only verbal response from him. He could only hope that she stayed away from the news and whatnot, just in case his name or face happened to make an appearance on there. He finally looked away from Amelia, his gaze sweeping over the rest of the room. Albert was mildly impressed, it was fairly nice. "Thank you for not calling an ambulance, my situation with my family is...complicated. I suppose you could say that I'm on the run." He admitted after a moment of silence.

Albert let out a small, silent sound of relief at her reaction. As long as she kept to that way of thinking he would be just fine. The hard part would be getting her to allow him to stay indefinitely, but he had to focus on one thing at a time of course. The situation was too early and precarious for him to attempting anything rash. When Amelis returned with the clothes he gave her a small smile of gratitude. "Thank you. Oh, wheres your bathroom? I wouldn't want to have to change right here after all." He felt his face heat up for a moment at that thought, idly wondering if he should've said anything about it at all. She would've probably made him leave anyway, but he might've gotten another chance to see her blush. That would've been worth it.

Albert smothered a grin as he noticed her blush, instead pulling himself up and off the couch. He barely even felt his wounds until he started walking after Amelia. Her adorable expression gave some light to the pain shooting through his body, but he didn't let the pain bother him. He was a bit slow but as long as he focused on keeping his weight in a certain spot, the pain would be nothing but an ache again. It was working surprising well honestly, although he supposed that he had done similar things before. Albert blinked in surprise at her disguised offer and nodded with a small smirk in reply. "I see." As Amelia scurried off he idly thought about following her, but a quick look at himself put those thoughts on hold. With a small sigh he walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. Getting changed was...difficult, and very slow. However he knew that if he tried to do too much at one time then he would only hurt himself more. So after about five minutes Albert emerged from the bathroom in fresh clothes, his bloody ones tucked under one arm, and went looking g for Amelia.

Albert could smell the food long before he stepped close to the kitchen, feeling his mouth water slightly. It had been far too long since he had a nice meal, as he didn't know how to cook and he never took too much money from his victims. "Spaghetti sounds wonderful, thank you." He managed another small smile as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He watched Amelia curiously as she cooked, although it was unclear if he was studying what she was doing or just studying her. "So, do you have people over often?"

(No problem!)

Albert expression only grew more smug at Aleksandr's response, feeling the voices idly muttering approval in the back of his mind. Oh this would be perfect, he was almost tempted to strangle the life out of the guards right then and there so that he could be free with Aleksandr. Almost of course, he wouldn't dare risk his freedom or his savior just yet. The voices had already told him that he would be free, and now he just had to sit back and let it happen.

Albert chuckled for a moment in reaction to the other man's comment, sitting back in his seat and relaxing as he watched Aleksandr's face. He could almost hear the gears turning in his head, and it fascinated him. He knew he had an effect on the reporter the moment that their eyes first met, and that fact made him feel overjoyed.

Albert raised an eyebrow in surprise at Aleksandr's reaction to his runes, especially when he hid them from the guard. He leaned forward in interest, his smirk slowly returning as his wide eyes scanned over the other man. "I'm glad that you like them, I'd love to show you more." He spoke with a small purr in his voice.

Albert laughed at the question, actually laughed. It clearly disturbed the guards, as his laughter was that of a madman. He slowly settled back down though, the amused smile on his face growing as he felt Aleksandr's small touch. "Regret? Oh no snow angel, I don't do regrets~" He couldn't help but wink before he continued.

"The voices tell me to kill, and thus I do. They tell me what runes to draw, and thus I do. They are my motive Aleksandr, the only cause that I need." The voices howled their approval through his mind as he spoke, his eyes showing a touch of madness and insanity before it disappeared. There was something truly evil inside his head, and it might not just be the voices.

"Uncomfortable? Not at all, you're the most comfortable thing in this whole prison." Albert clicked his tongue as he thought about what to ask Aleksandr, finally speaking again after a moment of thought. "Tell me Aleksandr, what made you decide to interview little 'ol me?" He was genuinely curious, although he already knew the answer.

Aleksandr was here, at this moment right then, because the voices willed it. He was there because they wished to reward Albert for his service and to entice him to continue his work. After all, they were very generous to him. Truthfully he barely even remembered why he resisted them at all, although he always chalked it up to youthful stupidity and his naive environment.

Albert idly heard the voices muttering in the back of his mind as he watched Amelia, but he couldnt make out what they were saying so he decided it was best not to worry about them for now. He would know if they wanted anything after all, so he could focus elsewhere for the moment. When she smiled at him he felt something flutter in his stomach, causing to grow a slight flush. However he quickly forced the redness out of his face, hoping that she didn't catch that. "Indeed, I don't blame you. People can be...difficult nowadays. Crazy sometimes too." He remarked, a small hum leaving him as he remembered his parents using those words to describe him once. "So, do you work or are you still in school?" He asked curiously after a moment, eager to learn more about Amelia. He hoped that whatever she did that she wouldn't be missed incase they had to flee from the area.

Albert glanced at the food, feeling his mouth water slightly. It wasn't even done yet and he was more than ready to dig in. For a moment he almost envied Amelia. A normal life, no need to run and hide from anyone, an actual goal in life, just living, not being bothered by voices...yes he almost envied that life. Almost. "Ah med school? Am I your first live patient?" He joked with a small chuckle, silently hoping that he was. He didn't want to think that such an angel had sullied her hands trying to help someone else. He was momentarily snapped out of thoughts as she spoke again, idly thinking that Amelia looked rather cute when her glasses were fogged up. "Me? Well I suppose you could say that I'm a bit of a...drifter at the moment. I move around a fair bit, doing whatever I can whenever I can." It wasn't completely a lie, but it still stung Albert to lie to her in any shape or form. Still, he had to. For now at least. "I've been looking for a permanent place to settle down though, but I haven't had many good candidates yet." He added after a moment. He didn't want her to think that he was trying to leave this soon.