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(Now, the people can show their personalities, meeting other people, etc, the homicidal's can kill someone random if you want. Just start off anywhere before the madness ensues)

 

 

Celandine was doing little. Just relaxing, soothing in a warm, hot bath, with only the sound of water steaming. Much more pleasant than people. The room was simplistic and plain-- small as well, even for being an apartment. Apartment number 16, of the Sacred Heavens apartment complex. Sacred heavens, it was just the opposite. How ironic. The walls and floor were white tile, with no other color in the room. The rest of the rooms had dim, hardly used lights, and the curtains that covered every window ultimately made most of the house gray and bleak, as if in a black and white old film, especially with the large moon that was there tonight. The apartment building was low on technology for living in the 2000's, they were all for media and social networking anyways. No need. (There's an electrical outlet right there.) Celandine thought to herself. (Perhaps I should just kill myself here. Let myself die. I'm ready for it.) She continued thinking. (That would be the best thing to do.) A grandather clock ticking like a metronome could be heard as well, the one sound breaking the silence of the building. (If so many people have died by me, I should just go too. Be back with them. If they would accept me-- if they didn't lie to me when they were alive. Like...him.) She didn't bother even thinking of his name. Rather than just cutting out his pictures from the walls, all the pictures were taken down. Each and every one. Thrown away, like if she would be able to throw away her memories just by giving up the mementos. Such an epoch of memories that scarred her. (I can always "accidentally" overdose my depressants too.)

 

Joshua stayed cuddled up, trying to sleep in the darkness of the orphanage. He slept better there than on the streets, where he was most of the time. But the orphanage was nice enough to let him stay only some of the time, since he didn't want to stay there forever. He had parents, at least-- he wasn't abandoned. Just....left alone, after a fire. It still seems a bit early to go back to school at this point, what with no money or knowledge of where exactly things were. Not after so long, at least. Joshua thought to himself, unable to sleep at this rate, his head was always flooded in thought, it was hard to concentrate on not thinking, and sleeping. (The people here keep telling me I should stay here. Yeah, I guess living alone outside is dangerous, and not just because I'm eleven. People can be mean sometimes too, so they're always warning me.) Joshua thought. He exhaled a soft sigh as all the other kids slept. (If you're nice enough to them, they wont be as hard on you though, right?) He thought, questioning himself. (I don't know.) Joshua turned over, cuddled and wrapped in his blanket still, trying to fall into a state of sleep.

 

Blood splattered on the white walls, a goo of.red slowly dripping down each second. But Isaac kept his sense of calmness longer. Someone else, a rather good-looking woman was taken down and onto a bed odf sortas. It tied them down, keeping them from escaping or troublemaking. The lady screamed in utter terror and pain, unheard by all. Isaac lived in an extremely large mansion, the laboratory being in the below basement where no one was heard. The majority of the house was kept rather tidy. The foyer hung its golden chandelier of candles in the center of the room, with a red and gold rug under. The first door lead to the living room, straight ahead from the large brown door was the grey double-door that lead to the living room. There was also a cozy library, a tidy kitchen, quite a few nice but dull and grey bedrooms, and even an attic. The laboratory was mostly white with occasional stained red of blood. The upper basement floor was where he was now, taunting and dissecting the woman. Below, in the lower basement floor was where experiments were held. Machines for genetic engineering and such. Inhuman screeches, yelps, and screams were heard there, all animalistic, and of rage, sorrow, melancholy, and such emotions. The animals begged with as much emotion as a dying human. Isaac would know. These animals were all more than one...in one. Chimeras, if you will. Isaac kept the woman under check. His dagger was placed by her neck as he slowly pulled up the woman's shirt without resistance. "Lovely...simply lovely." He grinned. He spoke in a calm tone, in the voice a scientist would, if that makes sense.

"Truly lovely. I'll keep it for my own." He said. The woman's scream was worse than a banshee's, yelping in complete pain, far worse than a horror movie. Crows in the frontyard heard, flocking away immediately. "Ahahahah HAHAHAHA~~!" Isaac came to madness again, his voice completely different now. Demented, like a demon's, but more fearsome. Sooner than later, the woman stopped screaming. Dead, and in dozens of pieces. "The experiment was a success." Isaac smirked and left upstairs with a demented smile and a bloodied face and shirt. His glasses were stained with red, and a body lied there-- or rather, the body's remains. It was all completely indistinguishable-- cut up and dissected into pieces where the body couldn't be identified. A bloody mess, quite literally.

 

"Tell me, how do you feel? Such betrayal is no satisfactory deal, however, it is no reason to be of such melancholy. Open up your heart to me, I will understand. I have felt this pain you feel now. Talking to me will make you feel better, trust me. Let us begin." Doctor Daniel Zirxes, or Doctor Zirxes, told a lady who had been appointed to the doctor before. This was a psychiatric interrogation room, inside the doctor's own house. The room was purely cream colored along the walls, ceilings, and even carpet floors. The doctor spoke in a calm voice, but still mildly raspy and old. Psychiatry was his thing, and he always had people reveal the truth, even if they don't want to at first. This is how they became vulnerable-- when shrouded by thoughts and standing in awe of their foolishness and unawareness. The lady sat down in a brown chair, in front of Doctor Zirxes on a wood table. "We should start from the beginning, please, what is your name?" The doctor asked the lady. "Diana." She answered. "Ah, yes, Diana, please: we should start. You see, my parents were always so neglective and cruel to me. I never spent a moment of free time with them, as much as I wanted to. They even had a conversation about disowning me. It broke my heart overhearing the talk about such a thing, and I grew even more neglected, until I was finally abandoned. Tell ME now, Diana, what were your parents like?" The doctor asked her. Yes, he told her a brief, yet fake summarization of a life, in order to strike a tad of guilt into her heart. Shed be more carefree now, focusing on the doctor's sadness as she told about her own.

 

"Shh, shh, hush now pretty. You wouldn't want my old wife to hear me chatting with another lady, now would we?" Joe asked somewhat sarcastically to his next victim, tied down and strapped over the mouth as well as she tried screaming. Joe spoke in a deep voice. He didn't stutter, but still talked slow. He kept a butcher knife in his right hand, brushing the girl's face with his left hand. Joe's old wife was a mispronounced saying, supposed to be his late wife-- dead. "Oh, well. I guess she'll just make me wash those damned dishes again. What a chore. I kept telling her to buy paper plates, but she didn't listen." Joe muttered. He dug his knife into the knee of the woman. "Oh, well, I guess. It's nice having someone willing to hear me out. You're a real friend. Other people are pretty damn rude. Oh, well. What can you do?" He muttered again, chopping down at the other knee. "Its been nice talking to you." Joe slashed off both her arms now. The girl stopped screaming, unable to with a lack of blood. "Bye. You'll make a good meal. Your lady parts are big enough to chew on. I finished all the sauces though. Oh, well." Joe finished as he slashed her neck. The pieces were thrown into a hunk of metal in the corner of the room. The place was a butcher shop, closed at this time. This was in the attic. Downstairs was a room where the meat was hung and cut-- the regular meat. Actually, human meat was down there too, for people to buy. Not that the customers knew 'bout it though. Its labeled beef. There's a freezer down there too, preserving all the meats that were going bad. Joe walked to the machine the body parts were thrown in. He turned a crank as he slowly hummed the children song: The Wheels on the Bus go Round. Out came pieces of meat out the machine-- red and in chunks. Yes, a meat grinder.

 

(Five of the six of my characters. Phew. I'm only posting as them all to start out.)

Jacob sighed. "Things happen..." He looked to Natsumi. "You always were a sucker for a cute kid." He said teasingly.

Natsumi crossed her arms. "It was the right thing to do."

"It was."

Leaning back, Jacob closed his eyes. "Go home...get some rest. Pray that Axel makes it."

"Whatever, but don't come crying to me when he comes to kill you too..." I laid down on my side and started banging my head against against the bench. "Ughhh get me out of here!!! Or we're all going to die!" I was acting pretty sadistic now, but what other options did I have? None, that's how many....

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Edited April 9, 201312 yr by MDSVeritas

((Ugh, my bad, that'll teach me to skim, it's edited now))

(No,reply in teh other one!)

The officer, of course, scowled. " throw your weapons to the other side of the room. Then hands on your head and walk forward slowly five paces before turning around and getting on your knees. Faster we get this done, faster this can get over with." He said.

(Should we start on Zirxes' interrogation?)

 

Joshua smiled a bit, with a small chuckle and looked at Jacob. "I think I'll take that as a compliment." He said quite easygoing...ly. Easygoingly? Whatever. He glanced over at Natsumi too. "You think I'm a cute kid, Natsumi?" He teased sarcastically with another soft chuckle. "Heheh, thanks, I guess."

A little more time. A little more time and a little hope that Ember's pyromania may kick in.

 

"Fast is my middle name, officer." Law threw the bag to his side, it landed just outside the gasoline puddle that was forming in the room. He looked up at the officer. One foot forward, then the next, the pace was agnoizingly slow, Law was drawing it out.... to bide time, and to frustrate the cop into making a mistake. One foot slowly, and then the other.

 

This situation would end with blood or fire, that much was sure.

The cop sighed. "Hurry up. The faster we get this sorted, the faster I can get you out of here."

The guy thought it was the boyfriend sneaking in. He clicked his radio.

"Got an intruder in Mors' room. Send a few guys up.

 

((I thought Law was trying to rid the town of criminals. Why's he gonna kill a cop? ))

Ember grinned. This Law guy sure knew how to make a pyro girl happy. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a match. She could never be without just one. She struck it on the table nearby. Ember dropped the lit match onto the gas. "Burn baby burn!" She called, watching as the flames materialized. The trail of gasoline was all over, and every last bit was alight. Specifically, the puddle right under the officer. As the fire probably burned the policeman's pants off, Ember skipped over towards Law. "I'm ready!" she said happily. She proceeded to skip over to the door.

Alone in the world,

I wonder: why only me?

"It feels cold."

"And I'll never feel free."

 

Because the world is unfair and cruel,

Unforgiving and dull.

 

For when you open up your heart,

You're betrayed and tortured about.

Even as you look up to all the shining stars,

You become frail and are filled with doubt.

You can look into even the dark,

But end up lost and can only pout

Whence you find a mere spark,

You're ablaze and its too late to shout.

 

Alone in the world,

I utter: "I see only gray."

"But I'll do as I'm told."

"After all, I've lost my way."

 

Because no one feels as I.

And in no way do they have more reason to cry.

 

Alone in the world,

I finally say: "You're all forgiven."

It was still colorless and bold.

Because no one was there by me; all barren.

 

Alone in the world,

I promise and said:

"Today is just as cold."

"But I swear, I will see color; I will see red."

 

Gone from the world,

I've no more to say or bear.

But...I had no one to hold.

For I was alone amd without care.

And life is just...unfair.

 

That paper lied upon Celandine's desk. Not her best or worst work...but it lied there as Celandine went out of the house for the first time in a small and few weeks. She needed to buy groceries, with a damned lot of people. It was late, yes, but the store was open for at least another hour.

As the officer scrambled away from the fire, he did the only thing he could.

She firetrucking SHOT AT THE SKIPPING PYROMANIAC AND HER RESCUER.

 

Which no doubt brought in the cops from down the hall, guns raised, towards the room.

 

 

Zion sighed. "Come in..." She peeked out, making sure no other friend of Sora's without a home was going to stop by.

"Get down!" Law shouted as gunfire ripped through the door way. "We aren't headed out that way!" He turned around and sprinted to the window. The room was now ablaze, and the window was blown out. Law grabbed his bag and took out a repelling grapple. He hooked it on the the window sill and dropped the rope down the outside of the hospital wall.

 

"Ember, move, this way, now!" Law vaulted over the window and repelled down the outside of the hospital. When he reached the ground he looked up.... "C'mon, you've got to make it..."

Jay arose and entered the house.

"Sorry I broke down, I'm usually a pretty tough guy." He said trying to defend his freaking out. Of course it was a lie, he broke down all the time. There wasn't a day where he didn't think about The Reaper.

Jay folded the brochure and placed it in his back pocket.

"When did Sora's parents... You know..." He asked, trying to make small talk.

What was she doing? Wasn't she going to burn me alive? Well...I winced a little when she grabbed my arm...so far the only person who had helped me... Even though she was going to kill me... I got up by myself slowly still weak and getting weaker.... I turned to the girl remembering how to say one word, "Thanks." However...I still didn't know if I should go to the Doctor Z's place... I looked down then at the girl, "Why did you help me? Weren't you thinking of killing me." I clenched my fist knowing I could die right here right now but...I wanted to know... For 14 years it has been since someone had helped me and wanted to kill me at the same time... Answers...I needed them

Jade nodded, stepping towards the taxi. "Ah, thank you Sun." Jade said, leaning down to carefully enter the vehicle. He looked to Akito and Sun, raising a brow, "Are you coming? Or should I go ahead and send myself home? Either option is fine, but the former would be oh so much more pleasing."

 

(Sorry if its short. Using my phone for this.)

Sun laughed. "Uh,yeah,I'm paying remember!" She grinned.She laughed a little and got in. "Ve~ Anyways~ I just you really want to say I'm for the help." She reached in her pocket.

"Okay,it's really great and-" Sun handed a paper to the cab driver."I'd be willing to pay if needs be." She sighed.

Ritzo was thrown into jail after being forced into a stupid orange jump suit after an open and shut court case not even the lawyer defending seeked to care for.

The prosecution had enough hard evidence...it just was hopeless.

 

Zion sighed, closing the door behind Jay and pointing to the couch. "Just today. She won't be awake for awhile, so you get the couch."

With that, Zion crossed her arms. "Go upstairs and I shoot you. End of story. Bathroom down the hall on your left."

With that, she absconded to the kitchen as her father and Jacob were left alone.

 

Natsumi went to the station, left Joshua in the squad room under supervision, and sat down in front of Zirxes

"My friend and partner was shot today so by God you bullshit ke I will lock you in the deepest darkest crypt in this country. Why the firetruck are you interfeeing with this investigation, why do you want a criminal out and back in buisness, and why should I not blow your brains out the easy way and walk away like nothing happened?"

 

((Imaging firetruck was the actual word...))

(You can just use asterisks, Oath.)

 

Zirxes fixed his glasses into place as Natsumi came in, quick to interrogate as her job was. "We're in no rush here. It'd be best for you to stay calm. Your thinking process will be more relaxed and at ease and the interrogation will go much smoother for you. I can stay here for as long as I must. Now...to answer your questions, one by one." Zirxes said clearly calm. His mood didn't seem to change at all and he just continued with his calm and collected, easygoing persona. "To start, the investigation was quite nearby so I figured I may as well try and see if I could find out what happened. If possible, if I could assist anyone. A surprising deal of information was quite easy to access amidst the scuffle and ruckus from the incident's commotion, and I stopped there as I was accused of being, what, an accomplice?" Zirxes chuckled at his own last sentence. As for Joe, I do not wish to set a criminal back into business. I merely had wished to put a victim of accusation back into business without all the hoopla. Clearly now, however, he is of correct accusation— a fugitive I suppose, considering he seems to have departed along with yet another wearing a militant gas mask. Lastly, blowing my brains out would cause you to be a criminal as well. A murderer." The doctor explained quite thoroughly, taking his time moderately. He wasn't slow, or fast. Just going along with the flow of his own pace.

 

Joshua sat in the squad room quite boringly. Guarded and supervised by people he had absolutely no idea of whom they were. Sighing, he looked up at the officer, then to another officer, and back to the door ahead of him. The officers all looked serious and wouldn't respond very enthusiastically if Joshua spoke to them. (Hm... I hope Natsumi's going to be okay. I think she was only going to see a doctor though. Not as harmful as a butcher, right?) Joshua thought with another dramatically deep sigh.

Jay silently laughed at the threat. Not that he didn't believe the threat wasn't real, just that he was used to such comments, it didn't make that much of an impact to him.

He went towards the couch and sat down, trying to make himself comfortable.

(I don't really know you that well, Sora, but I hope you can get through this) He thought to himself, as if Sora would hear his thoughts. He laid on the couch, and began to finally drift off to sleep.

Kuroko began walking with Virus by her side, Kuro practially holding him up.

"You are just like me...just don't tell anyone I helped you. I was going to kill you, and I still might kill you...just not now..." she said, Kuro feeling major guilt.

 

(short post...sorry. I'm muli-tasking...)

Natsumi leaned forward. "It is against the law, to be blunt, to butt in to an ongoing investigation. If you want to help, you ask. You do not start going behind our backs and reading our reports, telling us what to do, and jumping to conclusions. Because, as you see, your friend is as guilty as Sodom and Gamorra. Now, you're singing a different tune, but you were oh so eager to get him back in buisness. So, again, kindly do not f**k with me."

She leaned back. "And we're in the middle of a police station. You're a friend of a guy who just helped kill some good cops and have another in the hospital. N one saw nothing. You should know that mentality, Doctor." She finished icily.

 

An officer came upto Joshua and offered him a donut. "Here kid. This might take awhile."

 

 

Zion stepped into the kitchen, making herself a BLT. Why? Because Bacon is one of the Great Gifts of God...besides Sora's cookies.

Such...amazing...cookies.

As the bacon finaly was done cooking, she put together a toasted BLT sandwich with a glass of chocolate milk.

Heaven.

Just...heaven.

(Really wanna post. But I'm on mobile right now, and I gotta read the whole RP. Sorry, Oath)

"I'm like you?... But won't you feel guilt.......of not killing me? That guilt will......grow and you might.....kill yourself...." I said telepathically, "But if you say so.....I won't tell anybody..." I was wondering deeply...I'm like her? Yet....I guess there are different types of people in this world.... Oddly my vision got better...I could slightly see things less blurry and my wounds hurt more... I could feel my arms slightly going number with each step I tired clenching my fist but I couldn't go half way... I could still walk and my head hurt...I remembered I few more words and more memories of my hatetred past... I remembered more about Z and mostly bad memories that had blood...my blood...constant yelling... But that was all for now... The question was now that...if I wanted to become normal again... Or even if I could...

Jade nodded. "Of course. Now if Mr. Akito would kindly enter the cab, we can be on our way." Jade said, turning his head to look at him. "Unless you plan on chasing that other person...it is up to you. I personally do not care what you do. But that's me." Jade put on a friendly -yet slightly sinister- smile, soon looking away. He sighed at that, rubbing his head a bit.

"And Sun, if you wouldn't mind, please do not act rashly whilst I take my medicine. Old Jade here needs them, or else his head will explode." Jade pulled out a bottle of pills, shaking it once to prove a point.

"Eventually...but always someone stops me...and I burn them...or kill them another way...burning is more enjoyable..." Kuroko said.

The two were rather close to her stolen home.

"Don't die, I'm not dragging a dead person." She snapped, glaring at Virus.