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.)

The scene clea ed and ready for repairs, Zion led Sora to her car, buckling the still-scared girl in and then getting into the driver's seat.

She drove off, then glanced at Sora. Smiling to herself, Zion pulled Sora's head onto her shoulder, rubbing Sora's upper arm.

"It's ok Sora...how about you pick up a pizza and go watch a movie at my place?"

Silence. Then she felt Sora's nod against her shoulder.

Zion smiled. She pulled over, made the call, then drove on.

"We'll stop by your house so you can change."

Sora smiled. "It's ok. I know how you like me in my cosplay."

A small giggle from her caused Zion to hug her tighter. "You're so sweet."

And forever my little sister...even when we have no blood relatives...you're my imouto-Maid-Chan.

Joshua smiled as Natsumi ruffled his hair a bit. He nodded and agreed. "Mm, okay." He said. He sat in the booth as Natsumi went with the rest of the employees to clean. (Hm... maybe I should help too. Yeah...I should. But Natsumi did tell me to just wait here... hm.) Joshua mulled it over. He stayed at the booth, but continued thinking.

 

Isaac walked from Kuroku deeper into the woods. Where could this next one be? 'This next one', Virus, who's gender seems to be undisclosed. How...strange. As deep as Isaac went into the forest, not a single human sound was heard besides Kuroku behind him quite a few yards. (Virus is a quiet one. His...or her name is interesting as well. Treated like a mere yet foul germ all their life, I'd imagine.)

Well, that was certainly surprising. Jade thought, looking to Sun with surprise. "Are you by chance on narcotics?" Jade asked, wondering how this behavior had started. He pushed up his glasses again, regaining his composure. "A villa? Yes, I have seen such architecture before."

Jade looked to Akito, his gaze a bit cold at the moment.

Even with his explanation, I don't trust him... He sighed. No need to lose his composition again.

Ritzo sat with his head rested up against the cool, window of the cab. Eventually, they arrived in a neighboring city and Ritzo told them that they had gone far enough. He got out of the car, grabbed his suitcase, and started walking. He sat down on a bench as he came up upon a park and pulled out his wallet. The hotel key cards were there, three...at least there was supposed to be. Ritzo counted the cards again, but there were only two. Suddenly, he remembered his plan. He grinned and relaxed as he remembered he had slid it into the cushion of the booth at the café. One person would find it, then they'd come upon his room in the hotel and his little trap would be activated.... perfect (refer to last post for trap details).

"I've only seen pictures." Akito replied. "Haven't been up close and personal with a villa of any kind however." Akito was happy to protect Sun, Jade to but... something seemed different about his air. He carried an air of distrust it would seem. Akito would simply have to prove himself. "Wait a moment, Sun, if you claim to be being hunted down, then we should get on the move." 

The police, of course, were at the hotel in minutes...but waited for the Bomb Squad, who hid everyone at ends of the hall, and sent a robot in to open the door.

"'Why are we wsting time!" One rookie said.

"Do you keep your hotel card in your pokect where it can fall between the cushion of the booth?"

"No..."

"Exactly. So we pull out the stops to keep idiots like you safe."

 

Pizza on the table, Wreck-It Ralph in the PS3, and Sora laid on the couch, head on Zion's lap, th two girls shared the sistey moment as Zion stroked Sora's hair.

Zion had fallen in love with Sora. Not romantically, but sisterly. And Zion would do anything to protect her.

 

Jacob rubbed his temples, looking at a photo. He hissed best friend Ashlynn.

But duty called.

 

Natsumi slid into the booth next to Joshua. "Do you have any belongings? Anything at all?"

"You didn't answer me. I expect an answer." Kuroko snapped, stabbing her dagger in the dirt beneath her.

She finished reading the note, gripping onto the piece of paper.

"This sounds like some type of damned trap...truth to be told, I don't f*cking care..." She sighed.

Kanae sat, curled up against the outside of the building. Wallowing in her own darkness. She looked up at the stars. She couldn't see the light, they were covered by her darkness. Everything was dim. Would the light ever find her? Could someone show it to her? Maybe... She slowly stood up and began went on her way. She knocked on the door. "Sora..." She said softly. "Sora?" She spoke up a bit. "It's Kanae."

 

 

No response. "She must be elsewhere..." She muttered to herself. She left. Her faint light seemed to be gone as well. She may as well look for somewhere to rest along the streets.

 

After some wandering, she was confronted by two men. "Why hello there." One of them said, his words were slurred. Obviously drunk.

 

"What are you doing alone on this side of town?" Asked the other. "Why don't you come with us?"

 

Kanae did the only thing she could. She ran. She ran, and they chased after her. What was she going to do!? They were drunkards but they were slowly catching up. She gained some ground as she turned the corner, but they were still gaining on her.

 

Akito noticed a girl running in their direction, two large men chasing after her. "At typical case." He said. "If you'll excuse me," he dashed away from Sun and Jade. Time seemed to slow as the second Akito passed Kanae, he sensed something within him.

 

He engaged the drunkards, partially unsheathing his sword, he jabbed into the stomach of one of the men, knocking him back. He then side tackled one into the side of a building. Quickly tightening the elastic cord on his sheath over the pommel, he swung the sheathed sword around and smacked the man in the back head, he fell to the ground, the other one had gotten up by this time and dove towards Akito who hit him in the same spot with the point of the sheath, and swung it around hitting him in the top of the head. He fell unconscious.

 

Kanae had stopped near Jade and sun for breath as she watched Aktio engage her pursuers. He took them down without any effort! Talent she thought she recognized.

 

"You alright?" He asked her.

 

"Y-yeah... thanks. Who are you?" Kanae replied.

 

"Name's Akito. My new friends here are Jade and Sun."

 

(I'll leave some room for response now... phew, long post.

Edited April 7, 201312 yr by silver3drago

Jade has already whipped around, handgun in his left hand as he stared at both Akito and the newcomer. He looked over them both, spotting what appeared to be several incapacitated thugs. Jade sighed, lowering the weapon.

"Mph." Was all Jade said, his mind attempting to piece together all that had taken place. "I see. Well, anyways, welcome person. My name is Jade. Jade Occissor." Jade said, giving a mocking bow. "I see Akito that you're as good as you say. Excellent." Jade straightened, his face beaming with a sarcastic smile; his eyes glimmering as well with the same feeling.

Sora was fast asleep as King Candybug flew into the Diet Cola eruption. Sming, Zion leaned over to kiss the side of Sora's head.

"Sleep well, my imouto-chan." Zion said softly before getting her phone.

"Mrs. Takagi? Zion...Sora's asleep so can she stay over? After today..."

"Of course. I'll have Eiji run some clothes over, along with her school stuff." She paused. "Keep an eye on my little girl."

"I ways do...she's my sister."

Zion heard a soft laugh. "Good night Zion."

Kanae slowly backed away from Jade. 

 

"Did you ever doubt me?" Akito joked, returning to the group. He paused when he reached Kanae. "Hey..." He started. "What's your name?"

 

"K-Kanae..." She replied.

 

"Hm... Well, Kanae, you gotta place you need to be?"

 

"No."

 

"Well then why don't you-" He was cut off by Kanae turning and running away. "Wait! Hey!" It probably wasn't even worth chasing after her. 

 

Akito... it couldn't have been. The thoughts were swirling in Kanae's head. It was too much! She had to get away and sort some of these things out.

 

"Okay then..." Said Akito. He turned to the other two. "What now?"

Sun stiffened."Thugs..." She whispered slowly.

She hugged Jade. "Jade....I'm scared." She told him.

She looked at the ground."I want to go home." She said slowly. 

Taking the items from Mr. Takagi, Zion placed them on her desk before heading back down the hall to sit on the floor by the couch.

With her smile still there, Zion reached out to stroke Sora's hair.

"She'll scream deliciously."

"No."

Himiko smirked. "I need to feed."

"Tomorrow."

"No letting this one escape."

Zion remained silent. She rested her ha d on Sora's cheek.

Anything for her.

Anything

"We probably should. You obviously show some signs of distaste towards thugs and the like, and my guess it isn't stemmed from just not liking people of the sort. No, I'd say you've encountered something like this before. But I'll leave that for later. Akito? Will you be joining us?" Jade asked, turning his cold gaze to Akito.

I need to relax more. Jade thought, realizing how tense he had become over the last few moments. He had intended to spend a nice day socializing, but it seemed things continued to go downhill.

I just hope it doesn't get worse from here.

"I'll gladly join you guys!" Akito declared. "I mean, I'm pretty sure you guys could use the help." Akito had then noticed Jades gun. "Then again... Ah, forget it, I'm joining you two."

Axel threw the paperwork into the done basket before standing up. He got his stuff before heading into the conference room.

He yawned before sitting down. Chief Greyson called for order.

"Alright people. I've set up this task force to catch the killers. As well as figure out where these people went. Detective de Wynter is going second while the leader is being sorted out. We also have the FBI here, but they are undercover around town." Greyson sighs. "We have to find these killers. The burner." He pointed to a picture of ashes all over the floor. "And figure out where these people are going. Also." Gresyon tacked up another photo. "Melanie White was found alive. But we expect more. But we know one thing about this killer: Himiko. The name was carved into the chest of victim five, Courtney McMillan." He pointed ro a girl with the same type of hair and eye color. "Himiko is not afraid. She has shown no remorse and no mercy. But Melanie White shed something on the killer."

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "She has an accomplice. She went behind some crates and then someone yelled. Melanie White said it sounded like 'she is off limits.' We do not know how this is pertinent...but it's something."

Greson stood straight again. "Alright people. Get moving."

((Gahhh...work...))

"Where's my arm...? Where...is it?.....what is this red?.....what am I?....." I looked down at my bloodly arm...I couldn't feel my arm...not like I ever did. A trail of blood more visible on the dirt road... And I slowly switched the axe into my other hand. Slowly...beginning to tare up my other arm...I couldn't really feel it...nor any of my arms... My feet were moving on their own as that memory played over....and over... Repeated that same word over and over.... "Virus...virus...virus............" Why did they leave me? Maybe I was infecting them..... Spreading the VIRUS........

Edited April 7, 201312 yr by SolarFlare12

Ember walked into Joe's butcher shop quietly. She was tapping her foot on the ground, and kept brushing her hair out of her eyes. It had been days since she had burned anything down. She was now suffering from extreme anxiety and nervousness. Ember walked past the counter into a small area, with two bathrooms on either side. Looking around nervously, she walked in. The bathroom was empty. A small moment of relief, then Ember took off her backpack. She took out all of her supplies. Ember ran into a nearby stall, and took out the roll of toilet paper. She ripped all of the paper off the roll, and placed into a pile. Ember did this several more times, with more toilet paper and the paper towels. She had left a trail of paper between each pile, and made sure all of it was dry. Luckily, the stalls were wooden, as well as the floor underneath the tiles. She grabbed a match, and set the closest pile alight. Seeing the flames burn away the paper was hypnotizing, but she had to keep working. Ember set a few more piles on fire, then made her way to the door. She grabbed a prepped molotov, and threw it into the bathroom before leaving for good measure. Smiling now, Ember tried to look inconspicuous as she headed for the door.

 

(Pyro!)

(I didn't think I'd use it so early. As Joe would say: Oh, well.)Just as Ember made it to the door, large metal shutters slammed down almost instantaneously at the door. The same went for other exits and windows. Joe slowly walked over to Ember with his butcher knife. He was clearly big and difficult to defeat in a fight. Unusually, he was wearing a gas mask, his voice echoing through it. "Hahaha. Look what pretty mama came crawlin' to me. Hahaha. She's a bit feisty and wicked though. I haven't used it in a long time. And it might make my meat go bad. It's all at Ame's anyway. Oh, well." Joe said. metal plating with holes were ALL OVER the ceiling in all the rooms. Rather than water, which it looked like it was for, a deadly fume known as Sarin soon began clouding the air within. "Aha aha hahaha." Joe laughed slowly. WIth the toxin probably intoxicating Ember, Joe walked off perfectly safe with his gas mask. 

Yumi smiled. "Yes,I can call a cab." She said she reached into her pocket.

"I'm calling a cab." She said and dialed a number.

"Is this right?" She asked Jade and gave him the phone.

(You equipped your butcher shop with Sarin?! Pretty sure the FDA would shut you down for that... then again, he's sort of a cannibal, which isn't legal either.)

 

What the hell? Were the only thoughts running through Ember's head. She was now in panic mode. She didn't have any tool in her stupid backpack that would kill this butcher, or get herself out of this situation.She still had to try though. Taking off her backpack, Ember began to cough. The poison was getting to her now, but she had to do something. Ember grabbed the lighter, thinking quickly. She ran over to a metal plated window, and rapped her knuckles on it. It had a pretty hollow sound to it, meaning the metal was pretty thin. And it was babbitt, a metal with a very low melting point, but looked and felt like steel. The idiot butcher had gotten his steel off the black market, where babbitt was normally sold as steel to make a larger profit. She grabbed her lighter, and another one, and turned them to the highest degree. She held the lighter to the metal, focusing all of the heat to a single point. The babbitt began to melt, slowly. Ember could feel the poison in her now. She needed to work quicker, or she'd die here and now! The lighters melted through the babbitt. The area around the small hole was also partially melted. She took out the knife, and worked it through the melted fake steel. She managed to make a large enough hole for her to squeeze through. The sarin was really getting to her now. If she didn't get out in a few minutes, she'd be dead poisoned meat. Ember threw her hand out, and wrecked the glass. Her hand was bloodied, and it hurt like heck, but she needed to move. Ember dived through the window, squeezing through, but cutting herself severely on the broken window. She was lying on the sidewalk out side, coughing, her body about to fault. She managed to take out her cell phone, and dial 911. "Joe's butcher shop... poisonous gas... crazy butcher... help..." she coughed out, before finally passing out.

 

(Dang, long post.)

Jade peered at the phone, nodding. "Seems about right." He said, stowing his gun away. If he had it out for too long, people would get antsy. He looked to Akito, looking the sword-wielding boy over once. I still do not trust him. Of course, it may just be my nerves. I haven't been taking my medication yet....damn. I got to take it soon, or else things will get bad real quick. Jade thought, patting his pocket once, ensuring he still carried his pills.

Now, Jacob Forge had just locked up the cafe and was just outside Joe's to talk when a girl came crashing through the window.

His training kicked in, and he immediately ran towards her as she called 911.

He scooped up the phone.

"This is Jacob Forge, FBI. I am taking her to the hospital two streets over. Have medical personal ready to recieve her and send HAZMAT and SWAT to the Butcher shop."

Slipping the still-on phone into her pocket, Jacob picked Ember up and hustled to his Avalanche in the small lot behind Ame-Chan's. Laying her in the back seat, Jacob belted her in, jumped into the driver's seat, and roared off. He grabbed the phone again.

"Hey. Black 2013 Chevy Avalanche. I'm breaking a few laws to get her there; I heard Sarin. Alert officers on the way there."

Throwing the phone onto the center console, Jacob skidded around the corner and floored it, running a red light

"Hang in there kid!" He called over his shoulder

Not like she heard him.

 

((Np Yuffie. I got your back.))

(BWAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA AHAHahahaha hahaha huheheheh heheheh hahaha ahah...hu)Joe barely heard Ember's muttering through the phone. "Oh, dear. Oh, my, she's called the police. Life's a b*tch sometimes." Joe said, still through his gas mask. The sarin went all throughout the building at this point. Joe took his mobile phone dialing a number. It answered. "Uh, hey, a girl came over. Pretty lady, too. And she uh, tried to burn it all down. But, uh...I got 'er with the gas thingabob. She called the police though. Whadda ya want me to do, boss?" Joe asked the recipient of the call. "Imbecile. You should've killed her rather than left, Just go, Joe, leave from there. They'll track the number which'll take a bit. Just take the van and leave." The person answered. "Okay. Whatever you say, boss." Joe said. He went to his van, pure white, rather than his truck which was labeled with his shop's name. He ignited the engine, and left, with the sarin still running. 

((I'm gonna just be cruel atm.))

 

Sarin runnin, it leaked out into the street before the police could get there...and into the car of Eiji and Eliza Takagi, who had been having a qujet dinner together.

 

As they choked on the gas, Police started the evacuation. But they were too late.

As people dropped dead...the sarin met the fire, and Joe's butcher shop lit up like a roman candle, barely avoiding Ame-Chan's by the grace of God.

As fire fighters arrived to quell the blaze, Axel de Wynter checked the pulses of the Takagis.

Tearfully, he sat on the ground by his car, unsure of how he was going to tell that sweet, sweet girl her parents had been murdered.

 

Jacob, meanwhile, had just drifted into the emergency parking at the hospital. Jumping out, medical crews rushed up, administering the medication and everything to Ember.

"Mister Forge?"

Jacob turned to see a uniformed officer. "Can we get a statement?"

Nodding, Jacob recounted...then heard the boom.

 

Natsumi had barely gotten home with Joshua. "Um...We can go shopping tomorrow morning, ok? For now...um...sleep in what you have and I can clean them while you take a bath. That ok Joshua?"