Sign Ups: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/51364-unfair-roleplay-sign-ups-and-discussions/

 

(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.)

Ritzo stood up and got out of his seat and simply said, "Never mind, scrap my entire order. I need my drink or else.... I get a little bit cranky..." Ritzo replied to Adam, feeling the gun that was hidden in his jacket. As Ritzo began to walk out, his wallet fell on the ground. He reached over to pick it up, not thinking anything of it, then froze. He felt the barrels of his guns protrude out of the back of his jacket, and he knew someone had seen them. He turned and saw Adam looking right at him. He walked back over to his booth, sat down again, and pulled one gun out of his jacket so that it was hidden underneath the table and facing Adam, yet only visible to the waiter but not to anyone else. "Why don't you take a seat too Adam...? I think it'd be a very wise choice..." Ritzo said as the gun made a quiet click from being loaded.

Natsumi smiled. "Come on." She held out her hand. "I am Natsumi-Chan and it is my pleasure to be your waitress for today sir." She said with a smile. Her hair was naturally black, so the necessary cosmetics were a bit annoying."And yes. I'm Dalian." She bent over closer to him. "Will you be my Keykeeper?" She whispered conspiratorially.

(Best Reference, ever.)Kuroko stopped playing with the ashes after a while, soon dragging herself outside into the dreaded light. Without a word, she walked down the road, it seemed that only a few people stood out to her. She dragged her feet, looking ahead. Kuroko thought she heard the sound of someone walking in the woods. Quietly, she headed that way. Taking her steps carefully trying not to make a sound. She halted behind a tree at the sight of a boy cutting himself. However she had cut herself when she was younger, she stopped a couple of years ago."That leads to death.....is that what you want?" She asked, peeking her head out from behind the tree.

Adam sat down.

"If you don't want to be here, go ahead and leave. Just paper." He said calmly. "No need to pull a gun. Not like I haven't seen one before." He said nonchalantly, hands drumming on the table. He seemed very relaxed. "So, because you find it necessary to pull a gun when anyone sees it, I will ask you to kindly leave the premises for the safety of the other customers."

 

(Thanks Sodom )

I sat there for a moment, contemplating my decisions. I could simply leave, and look like a coward that's intimidated by a waiter, but on the other hand, I was only one more person away from my new personal best record of assassinations in one day... I decided to initiate a kind of... game. "If you're so concerned with the safety of the others, would you being willing to put your own life at risk for them?" I replied, using my other hand and pulling out yet another gun, making sure he noticed both of them pointing at him underneath the table.

"And you're asking for a hawk to snatch you up." He retorted cooly as a waitress passed by with a pitcher of coffee. "We have no quarrel and don't care about your weapons. Please just leave if you want a beer. This isn't an aloholic establishment and honestly, no beer is a stupid reason to do what you are doing." Adam scowled. "And what do you think I am doing?"

 

Zion was one block away from Ame-Chan's. She yawned. Quick drive. Not many people out.

 

((Just know that you'll have two shooters after you if you even fire one sho.))

"Sun...Shade." Sun told him slowly,she wasn't sure if she should stay or run..he did have a weapon.

"My name is Sun Shade." She told him again,she didn't understand how American's could be so clam about weapons.

"Why aren't you carrying THAT?" She asked,if she didn't like the answer she could flee.

I can't post much I'm going somewhere there is no wifi so I can't post crap see you guys tomorrow

Celandine glared viciously at her house's intruder. "Who the f*ck are you? If you're here to murder me, do it NOW! If not, get the f*ck out!" Celandine yelled to the person. She wouldn't mind dying, and she had nothing worth stealing.

 

Joshua smiled back at Natsumi. He hesitated, but took the hand she offered anyway. "Mm-hmm." He said innocently, with a nod and smile. "Thank-you Natsumi-Chan. Or would you be Natsumi-San to me?" He asked rather bubbly and enthusiastically.

 

Joe slowly parkes his truck at the back entrance to Ame-Chan's Cafè. It was the entrance to the kitchen in storage. Joe's truck was literally labled Joe's Butcher Shop. Him entering from the back was perfectly fine and regular. After all, Joe's Butcher Shop was a supplier to Ame-Chan's, for meat. Joe had both animalistic meat and falsely labeled human meat. There's already been at least thousands of people who had eaten human meat here, it was an accidental tradition of Ame-Chan's. Joe opejed the shutters to the back of his truck, bringing all the meats into storage. Joe was in no way smart, but he wasn't necessarily stupid. He knew not to attack in a place abundant with people, much less in broad daylight.

((How cruel schemer D: ))

 

Natsumi smiled brightly. "You can call me Natsumi-Chan." She said kindly.

 

Meanwhile, Zion burst through the front door, glomping Sora from behind as the giel turned to check on her section.

"Imouto-Maid-Chan!" She said gleefully, voice a bit loud.

Sora blushed, smiling a bit. "Hi Zion." She said softly. "Your usual place?"

With a soft squeeze, the maid awkwary walked towards an empty booth, the girl not letting go.

 

That's when Ariana walked by, tapping Sora twice on the back of the hand. "Keep the sister down Sora." She said sternly. "Even if you two look cute."

With a smile, Ariana walked off

Jay tried to shush her.

"Wait wait I just need to stay here for a little while. This guy was following me, I didn't know where else to go."

He examined Celandine. She wore ragged clothing, showing either that she was poor, or did not really care about her appearance. Not to say that her brown hair and brown eyes weren't pretty, just that she looked as if she hadn't had a reason to care about anything for a while, if at all.

(There goes my analysis of people again.) Jay thought to himself.

"I'm very sorry I broke in here, and I'll pay you for your troubles, although I can tell you aren't one for being paid off." He held out his hand to suggest she shake it.

"What's your name? " He asked.

Celandine glared viciously at her house's intruder. "Who the f*ck are you? If you're here to murder me, do it NOW! If not, get the f*ck out!" Celandine yelled to the person. She wouldn't mind dying, and she had nothing worth stealing.Joshua smiled back at Natsumi. He hesitated, but took the hand she offered anyway. "Mm-hmm." He said innocently, with a nod and smile. "Thank-you Natsumi-Chan. Or would you be Natsumi-San to me?" He asked rather bubbly and enthusiastically.Joe slowly parkes his truck at the back entrance to Ame-Chan's Cafè. It was the entrance to the kitchen in storage. Joe's truck was literally labled Joe's Butcher Shop. Him entering from the back was perfectly fine and regular. After all, Joe's Butcher Shop was a supplier to Ame-Chan's, for meat. Joe had both animalistic meat and falsely labeled human meat. There's already been at least thousands of people who had eaten human meat here, it was an accidental tradition of Ame-Chan's. Joe opejed the shutters to the back of his truck, bringing all the meats into storage. Joe was in no way smart, but he wasn't necessarily stupid. He knew not to attack in a place abundant with people, much less in broad daylight.

 

(SHE SOUNDS LIKE MARGRET TOWARDS ANTHEA. O_O [look at our Bibliotheca for further explanation])

"Sun Shade..." Akito repeated. "Seems a little contradictory." He smiled again. "As for this." He hefted his sword over his shoulder. "I carry it around with me in case anyone needs saving. Better than a knife, more noble than a gun. Y'a know what I mean?"

"My name is one that I pick,it was given to me when I moved here." Sun told him.

"I moved in From Italy. I try not to give it away,but,um not I don't understand the thrill of weapons." She felt the small knife her grand-father give her,before he died,burning a whole in her pocket. 

" actually miss i was wondering if i could apply for a job here" rose said. she smiled at the lady brightly and made sure once again she still had her gun in her pocket.nodding slightly she looked back at the lady and sighed." mrs. can you please explain what it means to work ehere is it fun" rose asked.she only came here once but she liked it.now if only she could get her mom to come here and try some of the foods they make." so may i ask you some questions about this place ma'ma" rose asked snapping out of her thoughts.

Sora had left earlier due to Zion glomping her, but managed to return after getting the blonde her drink.

"Of course." She said quietly. "I love working here. And my apologies for leaving you, but my...sister's booth...i like to make sure she gets it fast." She bowed apologetically. "Anyways...Um...Please, ask away ma'am. I am happy to help." Sora smiled. "I am Sora."

Alexander was walking through the city, trying to be inconspicuous.As he passed by an anime cafe, he looked at his watch. "Haven't eaten in hours..." he muttered, walking into Ame-chan's cafe. Impatiently, he rang the service bell. "How about one of you cosplay freaks get me a table?" Alexander demanded. He sighed, and leaned on a nearby wall. He felt his guns that were stored in his inside jacket pocket. Alex never went anywhere without them. The life of a mob lord was interesting to say the least, and you could never tell when you would need to kill someone.

(Mwahahahaha life's unfair, folks!)

 

Celandine certainly didn't shake the intruder's hand. "Just make it so that I can't tell that you're here. And...I'm sure as Hell not telling you...or anyone my name." Celandine said emotionlessly as she stormed off, swallowing another depressant. She stepped into her room, crackling the broken mirror on the way. (They're not working! Nothing works! My life is just full of meaningless crap! My life is sh*t!) Celandine snapped on the inside. The depressants didn't seem to work. She had been taking them for at least thirteen years.

 

Joshua still smiled. He was completely unaware of the danger taking action elsewhere in the cafè. Danger. With a gun. "Okay, Natsumi-Chan. Joshua said both bubbly and innocently. "I think I already know what to order too." He said happily.

 

Diana hung from a rope attached to the ceiling. Dead and cold-- weak and withered. She had all her limbs, but Doctor Zirxes had ripped off her tongue. This room was just below the psychiatric interrogation room. Limbs and organs were framed upon the walls, while the other remaining bodies were scattered in death positions. One was headless with its arms in a guillotine, several were sitting in electric chairs. Others were thrown into a freezer room. Quite a few were nailed to crosses or closed in spiked coffins. Most, however, were simply hung.

 

Joe walked in slightly cluelessly, into.the kitchen area of the cafè. There was usually someone who gave him the money he worked for outside, but apparently they forgot or something. The meats were all stored in. Porks, beefs, chickens, humans labelled as various of them, etcetera.

rose glared at the boy who wlaked in." how old do you have to be to work i was going to try and get a job today this was the most instresting thing i have seen all day" rose said her hand going to her gun finger on the trigger.glancing back over to the boy she growled silently." sir can you please not call them cosplay freaks not only is it not needed but it is kinda the point of it being called a "anime cafe'' there will be cosplays you don't like it then find a new cafe or refrain from callin gthem freaks" rose said in a " come on dude" type of vioce.she was taught that everyone has their opinion but she thought that yes it was okay to have a different opinion yo udidn't have to speak it." my name is rose mrs. can i real quick firgure out your now" rose asked.

The head cook turned. "Oh crap. Sorry Joe, whole mess of people!" He ran over to the counter and called over to the register.

Soon enough, the cook handed Joe his money.

 

Sora jumped again, shaking slightly nervously. "T-table or b-booth sir?" She asked politely and nervously. Sora kept her hands clasped in front of her as normal. At Rose's I terference, she squeaked in fear. "I'm seventeen ma'am. Sixteen is the minimum age. If you wish to know more, the manager is at the cash register." She said politely before turning back to Alexander.

 

Meanwhile, Jacob, the manager, stepped outside to take over the register at the counter, his own Heckler & Koch USP Match slid into the waistband of his costume at his back, letting the cashier run off to help around.

Edited April 6, 201312 yr by Oathkeeper136

"So, Sun." Akito said in attempt to change the subject. "Do you have anywhere you need to be or go? I could escort you." He moved his foil from his shoulder into a position where he held it to the ground like a cane.

Ritzo started to laugh. "You think I'm doing this because I can't get any alcohol? HAHA! No, no, I've been.... bored for a long time. Hunting animals and such simply doesn't cut it anymore.... You wanna know a secret?" Before even giving him a chance to reply, Ritzo leaned in. "I've chosen a much more suitable prey to my talents.... People! To give you an idea of how entertaining it is, I'll present you an option." Ritzo pulled his other gun up and set it on the table, and slid it over to Adam. "Kill me. Please, I've been miserable for the longest time... Murdering humans for fun? That's sick, yet so.... Filling. Please, just put an end to it now, pull that trigger. You can tell them it was in self-defense and they'll see the gun on me.. Do it." Ritzo's plea sounded so authentic, yet almost as if he was still hiding something.... 

Edited April 6, 201312 yr by Master Juan

"Excuse me." Jade said, tapping on the shoulder of the sword-wielding boy before him. (Which would be Akito) "Mind telling me why you think carrying a sword out in broad daylight is a good idea?" Jade asked, putting on a serious expression. "Some people don't take kindly to sharp and pointy objects being held around them."

Jade moved his hand to push up his glasses once; the glint from the sun covering his eyes for only a moment.

Oh my, even that SUn girl is here. Perhaps I should apologize to her for earlier...no. I'll save that for when it's needed. Jade thought, his usual eerie smile gone.

" i'm a year to young" she thought before frowning and leaving.she already knew life wasn't fair but this is just getting annoying. pulling out her gun she looked it over seeing all the marks left from her dropping it after shooting.walking to the bank she saw lots of people on thr ground hands on their head. looking up at the guy holding the gun she automatically knew who it was.rose ran inside the bank and hid her gun." uh oh crap" she said acting as if she didn't know what was going on.the man looked at her an dpointed the gun at her." on the ground now" he yelled.rose smirked and stood there her hand on her gun.the man walked up and put the gun to her finger on the trigger.the man got a close look at her before smirking as well." i know you i killed your brother and friend in this excat same bank heh maybe you should join them" the man whispered pinning her to the wall.pulling out her gun she shot the guy in the stomach and pushed him away." i'm sorry but i dont plan on getting killed by a dimwit'" rose whispered before grabing the man's hair and pulling him outside and kicking him down the stairs to a bunch of officers." murder of two and many more he is your problem now sirs bye" rose said walking away.

Ritzo started to laugh. "You think I'm doing this because I can't get any alcohol? HAHA! No, no, I've been.... bored for a long time. Hunting animals and such simply doesn't cut it anymore.... You wanna know a secret?" Before even giving him a chance to reply, Ritzo leaned in. "I've chosen a much more suitable prey to my talents.... People! To give you an idea of how entertaining it is, I'll present you an option." Ritzo pulled his other gun up and set it on the table, and slid it over to Adam. "Kill me. Please, I've been miserable for the longest time... Murdering humans for fun? That's sick, yet so.... Filling. Please, just put an end to it now, pull that trigger. You can tell them it was in self-defense and they'll see the gun on me.. Do it." Ritzo's plea sounded to authentic, yet almost as if he was still hiding something.... 

(reminds me of a story I read this year.)

Sun shook her head. "No,I'm just clearing my head. Back when I was in Italy I took strolls all the time." She felt another person come from behind,it was Jade.

"Oh,my Jade..I'm sorry." She felt her gaze go to the ground.

"I..I..I should go." She stuttered,she felt her face go warm from embarrassment.

Joe took the money and began heading out. (The money's a bit crumpled. And I can see guns pointed everywhere. Oh, well. Its too early to bring anyone to a butcher.) Joe thought. He walked out the back, starting up his truck and leaving.

 

Lira sat in a recliner. It was a nice place. Where? Tsk, as if it'd be told. She sat with an Apple/Mac laptop, browsing the internet on a forum of some kind. She just received a message. It read: Thank you, Lira. I have the rope and the chair already set up. Bye, cruel f*cking world. As always, Lira convinced this person to commit suicide. A wrinkled yet sly grin appeared over Lira's face. Her 'murders' were virtual and anonymous, people didn't even know of the forum very well. "Another one gone already. ...Lovely. I should start giving different methods...just imagining a hanging is starting to be boring." Lira said. It was in a clearly old and raspy voice. She reclined back. The blue and yellow floral curtains shone a blue light with the sun onto the room. Floral patterns were the main decoration here. Kept tidy and clean too.