Re: | ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ |

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 4:50 pm

({ As soon as you're on with me we could start. In the meanwhile, I'll ought to start working on my template. X) })

by Dark Fairytales 5/31/2010, 5:49 pm

(Okay !! I don't think I will use a template seeing as I have so many RP characters that still need templates)

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 6:02 pm

({ Okay, I'll just finish up with my template and post first. Unless you want to... =/ })

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 6:25 pm

| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Hi___10

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Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
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I felt lost in the manor. Frankly, the nice lady who let me in didn’t have the decency to show me around. “Hello?” I called dryly. No answer. I started to feel closed in by the huge room I happened to stroll in, aimlessly. Just getting to know the place, when I didn’t actually want to. I truthfully wanted to just nail my feet to the doorway before my Guardian Angel had to go and ruin everything. I did not ruin anything, for you... a voice boomed. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, yeah? Well, it’s your fault that I suddenly feel claustrophobic, then. You gotta be blamed for something. Anything.” I could’ve sworn the walls were closing in break my limbs. No, not this time. I didn’t drag you here, you dragged yourself here. Everything that goes on around here is your fault. It’s your fault for choosing this path. You numbskull...
“Yeah, well I’m no psychic. How am I supposed to know if this craptastic internship is going to do me some good? I honestly think it’s gonna blow. The only reason I’m doin’ this is for the money.”
Shut up, you whale fart. Stop pretending to be a scared-of-walls mental patient and find your way out of this mess. Retrace your steps to the doorway...
I sighed. “I’ll try.” And I skidded out, into yet another hallway.

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Dead I am the dog, hound of the pits you cry

| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Cloud10

Devil on your back, I can never die

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Character: Jagger Wendell
Lyrics: Rob Zombie ~ Dragula
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by Dark Fairytales 5/31/2010, 6:31 pm

I climbed out of my car onto the damp gravel and slammed the door before opening the trunk and pulling out two suitcases with wheels and two large luggage bags to go with the purse on my shoulder. I closed the trunk, locked the care with a beep, and put a bag on each suitcase before lugging them to the huge front doors. Ding Dong I rang the doorbell and even knocked to show my impatience to get out of the cold.

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 6:46 pm

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Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
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I overheard savage knocking somewhere in the far-off distance. “The doorway...!” I gasped, exasperated. I figured I should let the nice human being inside for getting me back to the doorway, the area where my hostess will be most likely to come check if she’d assume interns arrived. I darted for the door and opened it at the speed rate of greased lightning.

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Dead I am the dog, hound of the pits you cry

| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Cloud10

Devil on your back, I can never die

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Character: Jagger Wendell
Lyrics: Rob Zombie ~ Dragula
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by Dark Fairytales 5/31/2010, 6:51 pm

When he opened the door, I smiled and looked him over. Pretty cute, I thought before speaking. "Hi. Thanks for letting me inside, it's freezing out there." I said, and lugged my things inside before turning back to him. "Do you happen to know where I will be staying?" I asked, flipping my almost white but still bleach blond hair out of my face.

by **Cyn431** 5/31/2010, 7:00 pm

In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind

E – M – I – L – Y
| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Goth_g11

M – A – R – R – E – N

The memories ease the pain inside
All of my memories keep you near

… Silent Whispers …

Emily listened to the soft clatter of her black flats as they climbed the doorsteps of the ginormous mansion. On a normal day her head would be bent low to hide her misery, but today she was practicing the posture for a good impression with her head held high and the lights on behind her emerald eyes. She scanned the doors, the entry to her new life, and rose a small white fist. Gently her icy knuckles tapped the chilly material. Instantly Emily stowed her hand away behind her back to clasp with the other. Her eyes watched a sigh trickle out from her lips and dissolve in the air. Hopefully I only get simple questions, Emily thought as she waited patiently for somebody to arrive at the door. Just like that sigh, though, her patience was quickly fading, and she could only with the same would occur to her growing goosebumps.

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ooc: Is this good? And sorry I took so long, I had some coding issues.
lyric: Memories by Within Temptation
character: Emily Marren

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 7:09 pm

Dark Fairytales wrote:When he opened the door, I smiled and looked him over. Pretty cute, I thought before speaking. "Hi. Thanks for letting me inside, it's freezing out there." I said, and lugged my things inside before turning back to him. "Do you happen to know where I will be staying?" I asked, flipping my almost white but still bleach blond hair out of my face.

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Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
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“I’m sorry, but your guess is as good as mine—” I held out my hand. “—Call me Jagger, I’m an intern from Pennsylvania. You must be one, as well. What’s your name?” In the background, I heard my Guardian Angel trill a long, pealing laugh. I didn’t get it. Oh, well... I guess he was merely hysterical, as far as I was concerned. Maybe he was stoned. Could Angels get drunk, anyway...?

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Dead I am the dog, hound of the pits you cry

| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Cloud10

Devil on your back, I can never die

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Character: Jagger Wendell
Lyrics: Rob Zombie ~ Dragula
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by Dark Fairytales 5/31/2010, 7:37 pm

Maybe he was stoned

((^^Fave part Razz

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I took his hand with a large smile. "You can call me Erin. I came from L.A . Perhaps we could find out together?" I said back, not taking my eyes from his. Well, trying not to. My eyes wandered looking at both him and the large confusing mansion.

by Dark Fairytales 5/31/2010, 7:42 pm

(As soon as I get this accepted I will reply Cyn =] )

Name: Carson Galloway
Gender: Guy
Age: 17
Mythological in any way?: No
Personality: He is a nice, polite guy. Once you get to know him and gain his trust, that is. He is one of those types who hates you before he likes you, and you have to prove yourself to him in order to get on his good side. You dis his family, you dis him. One easy mistake and he will hate you forever. I'm not kidding, he can hold on heck of a grudge.
Appearance: He has shaggy brown hair that is always in his green eyes, and a muscular build. He has been asked multiple times to be a model because of his extremely nice body. He has a perfect tan that isn't too dark and always wears tight-ish shirts and long shorts.
Weakness[es]: Don't get on his bad side ! Trust me!
Other: Nothing =] -- Charrie for use with Cyn

by **Cyn431** 5/31/2010, 7:44 pm

(Okai.

You just reminded me, I need to make a guy...)

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 7:59 pm

Dark Fairytales wrote:(As soon as I get this accepted I will reply Cyn =] )

Name: Carson Galloway
Gender: Guy
Age: 17
Mythological in any way?: No
Personality: He is a nice, polite guy. Once you get to know him and gain his trust, that is. He is one of those types who hates you before he likes you, and you have to prove yourself to him in order to get on his good side. You dis his family, you dis him. One easy mistake and he will hate you forever. I'm not kidding, he can hold on heck of a grudge.
Appearance: He has shaggy brown hair that is always in his green eyes, and a muscular build. He has been asked multiple times to be a model because of his extremely nice body. He has a perfect tan that isn't too dark and always wears tight-ish shirts and long shorts.
Weakness[es]: Don't get on his bad side ! Trust me!
Other: Nothing =] -- Charrie for use with Cyn

({ Accepted. Very Happy

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by **Komoda** 5/31/2010, 8:00 pm

Dark Fairytales wrote:(Can you please? I might make a brand new character for our roleplay)

(Mo:: If you have made your character already, can you start please? Maybe we can do the intro where they both still arrive?)

(Crystal:: Shall we start our RP?)

(Mo&Crystal:: Tell me when to join in)

(I haven't made 'im yet. I'll work on it, once I find his face claim and all that.)

Crystal Aura wrote:
Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

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And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

Broken Wings...

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“I never really travelled very far from Memphis, and Memphis is obviously where I grew up...” she murmured with a wry smile. “But, I have gone to Mississippi and Alabama... Oh, and Kentucky...” She nodded to herself a little. “Cowboy hats... everywhere.” Bree then allowed a slight chuckle to utter itself. “As for a dream career path, I’d say screenwriting would pretty much fit the bill for me. I’m in love with literature and movies, so it’s absolutely perfect. Have you ever tried ‘road-reading’? No? Yeah, don’t.” Another strained chuckle. “I did that ‘cause, well, you know Memphis. Not that many cars, big and open spaces, empty dirt paths... Just dodge all of the yahoos on horseback... Jeez...” She rolled her eyes. “Hmm... How do freak shows typically enjoy the weekends? Lemme think... Oh, yeah! I won’t sugar-coat it for you, but it usually starts with a earth-shattering request between the heroine and the college housemate; ‘Can you get out of the darn bathroom, Liz?’... And then we party until we can’t party anymore. But, I’m more of a person who genuinely doesn’t ignore homework demands, so... I keep a balance between homework and partying. After all, my mom calls in saying; ‘Are you working hard, or hardly working, Bree-Bree?’... Still, everyday is slow. Boring. Homework is boring.” She sighed gustily. “But, you feel good for doing it, I guess. There are perks for being a good student, after all. I shouldn’t be complaining.”

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 N6qmif

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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"Juggling homework while attending to hootin' nannies in a hick town? Wow, sounds like a fast-paced lifestyle..." I sneered sarcastically. I coughed awkwardly, remembering that we were supposed to be being civilized with each other; starting afresh. Ha. How long would this last...? "Um, well screen writing sounds interesting, anyway. Ever come up with anything good?"

I had no intention of listening to what she was about to say, though I'd certainly humour her with a courteous smile and nod. I couldn't bring myself to care, either way. We were closing in on the mansion; it would probably only be another 15 minutes of being trapped in this vehicle with her. Maybe I shouldn't have been so bitter, though... After all, it wasn't like I completely despised her company. The nagging of that sweet bliss in needle form just within my grasp was always tempting, though... But I'd have to wait. I think that was what was putting me in this bad mood, although I was doing good enough of a job of covering it. For now, anyway. I was always moody when I went through withdrawal, even if it had barely been 24 hours.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Dark Fairytales 5/31/2010, 8:04 pm

(Cyn)

I stepped out of the bus and walked through the cold until I reached the doorsteps. It was practically black outside, and I couldn't see the girl waiting in front of the doors. It took me until I had climbed the stairs, rang the doorbell, knocked on the door, and leaned against the wall waiting for me to see her. Of course I didn't talk to her, however, considering I didn't like the look of her.

(Crystal)

Dark Fairytales wrote:I took his hand with a large smile. "You can call me Erin. I came from L.A . Perhaps we could find out together?" I said back, not taking my eyes from his. Well, trying not to. My eyes wandered looking at both him and the large confusing mansion.

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 8:09 pm

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Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
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“I’m up for that, Erin.” I responded with a strained chuckle. I jerked my hand away and twisted on my heel. “So... I’ve already tried searching for our hostess, and it’s a bad idea. Waiting here would be such a drag, too. Ah, well. Why not explore, a little? Anywhere—the sky’s the limit.”

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Dead I am the dog, hound of the pits you cry

| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Cloud10

Devil on your back, I can never die

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Character: Jagger Wendell
Lyrics: Rob Zombie ~ Dragula
OOC:

by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 8:27 pm

Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep.

And please pass me some memories

~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~.•.~

And when I fall you're underneath

1000 broken hearts... carried by 1000 broken wings

| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Wheeee10

Broken Wings...

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“I’m sure I’ll wind up talking way too much again. I’ll just annoy you as much as my brother could possibly annoy me—he annoys me a lot. He says he’ll be some buffed-up prizefighter when he starts fillin’ in. Oh, please... He’s so thin he could take a bath in a shotgun barrel! Ugh. And don’t get me start on his snot-nosed little friends. ‘Cause one wants to be a dentist, when his teeth are so crooked he could eat corn on the cob through a picket fence! Am I the only sane one back home? Yeah, probably. My dad can’t even teach a hen to cluck, and my mother’s as crooked as my dog’s hind legs... Don’t get me started on my dog. He ate my homework throughout my childhood—literally—while my brother was still in his diaper-days...” Bree rested her arm on the windowsill and tried to work up a more conversational tone, as opposed to a whiny one; “I kind of miss having my family on my flanks. Do you have any relatives that like messin’ around with you?”

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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by Dark Fairytales 5/31/2010, 8:29 pm

I smiled, grabbing my bags again. "Okay. And since our Hostess isn't kind enough to show us around and give us a room, we might as well pick one out ourselves." I said, looking around. My prefered room would be at the highest floor. It would have to be big, yet homey and comfortable.

by **Komoda** 5/31/2010, 9:10 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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A weak smile tugged at my lips, my eyes dazed into the distance. "Sounds like you have a really entertaining family," I murmured vaguely. "Mine? Well, I guess there's Darren... He was sort of like a father to me. He took me under his wing when I was a teenager. Rich and Jacky too, except they were more like older brothers. Darren was always the mature one... And of course, Rose was a cool guy too. I'll never forget him. Never knew his real name though; it's a shame. He was my idol as a kid."

The bittersweet nostalgia ran through my blood, making my stomach queasy and causing goosebumps to sprawl across my arms. I really did care about them, except I couldn't bring myself to endure the memories of when I had been so naive. I shouldn't have been so weak; I should have put up with the orphanage for a little while longer, at least until I was legally an adult. Breaking free out of that place was the thing that got me into this whole mess... Brought me into the false sense of security that was my cult. Oh well, I guess I should come to appreciate what I had, even if it was a lie... It was to the point where I couldn't even remember my real parents, despite it only being 10 years ago. Being loved at one point, being happy... It seems more like a dream than anything.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
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by Crystal Aura 5/31/2010, 9:14 pm

({ I'll reply to both of ya tomorrow morning! zzzzzz...

})

by **Cyn431** 5/31/2010, 9:21 pm

In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind

E – M – I – L – Y
| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Goth_g11

M – A – R – R – E – N

The memories ease the pain inside
All of my memories keep you near

… Silent Whispers …

At one point Emily got tired of standing and sank down to sit on a doorstep. On her way down she was able to see another figure by the door. Emily took a seat and looked behind her a bit longer to see if she could get a better image of who'd joined her in her wait. After a very brief moment she could tell it was a guy, rather fit... And very similar in appearance to her older brother. Something caught in her throat, and Emily could feel her features stiffen into a mournful state. She wasn't sure if the guy could see her, but just to be sure nothing looked wrong Emily sent a polite smile before turning her head towards the cold dark world that was looking back at her.

… Silent Tears …

ooc:
lyric: Memories by Within Temptation
character:Emily Marren

by Dark Fairytales 6/1/2010, 12:30 am

(For Cyn. Wow, I wrote two paragraphs for you =] )
I stood leaning against the wall, but after a while it got pretty pointless. I knocked on the door again, but still received no answer. With a grunt, I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, to find the door open. With a hefty grin of pride I walked right through the door and looked around the large mansion. It was pretty awesome how large the place was, and I was happy I got to be here. After just looking for a few minutes, I returned to the door I had left open.

"Well, are you coming in or not?" I asked, but not to be nice or anything. Because the door was letting cold air into the warm house and I was literally almost shaking. I really wanted the girl to get away as soon as possible, considering I didn't know her and I didn't like the look of her, and didn't want her to think I was being nice. I just hoped she would come in so I could close the door and we could part ways.

by Crystal Aura 6/1/2010, 6:54 am

({ @ Dark and Mo: Okay, guys, I'm sorry but I can't reply this morning. I got up a wee bit too late to start replying to both of you. But, I'll reply when I get back from school. Surely. ^^ })

by **Cyn431** 6/1/2010, 12:56 pm

In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind

E – M – I – L – Y
| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ | - Page 19 Goth_g11

M – A – R – R – E – N

The memories ease the pain inside
All of my memories keep you near

… Silent Whispers …

She didn't dare turn around again, but she listened to the guy's displeasure. Emily understood that after some time and impatience it would be tempting to knock on the door again. To fling the door open and just welcome yourself in was a bit much to her. Will Ms.—or is it Mrs.?—McClinsey take this lightly? she thought, hoping the answer would be yes. Then the intruding boy spoke to her, or at least the words suggesting she was the only person it could possibly refer to, This time Emily could only find it polite to turn around. And there was the open door, nothing in between her and the vast mansion. Well, except for the other visitor, but it wasn't like he would stop her or anything like that. Or at least she hoped he had no intentions to do anything of the assortment.

You worry too much, Emily almost laughed at herself mentally. Of course not physically, though. She woke up from her thoughts, which hardly took two seconds, and nodded as she stood up. Walking felt difficult for Emily when she tried to go to the door, probably because her legs had so many goosebumps by this point. It didn't show though. Once more Emily smiled just to be polite, and her glistening black flats met the floor of the gargantuan mansion. That smile was more out of thanks than being polite, although thanking was an act of courtesy, sort of. Again, thinking and worrying too much...

… Silent Tears …

ooc: Ooh, two paragraphs to respond to! ^^ I feel special. xD
lyric: Memories by Within Temptation
character: Emily Marren

by Dark Fairytales 6/1/2010, 10:23 pm

I closed the door behind her, and looked around. No sign of intelligent life anywhere. Was that a good thing? At this moment, I honestly didn't care. I wanted to get rid of the suitcase I lugged over my shoulder. When I looked over at the girl, she looked pretty much like she didn't know what to do. I decided to be sympathetic, or, as sympathetic as possible for myself to someone I didn't know and honestly didn't like.

"Let's Go" I said, making a motion with my hands as if telling her to follow, then headed toward the nearest staircase. If our host was rude enough to not let us in an open door, then I would let myself in any open door I found. That included finding a bedroom for myself. And the girl too, I guess, considering if I didn't she would probably just stay in the front room forever, not knowing what to do.

I honestly already didn't like the hostess. She leaves the door unlocked and doesn't let us inside when the temperatures felt soaring below zero. That, or she could of not been home. But considering she is old, and let the door unlocked, I don't think she would have a reason. Either way, it was unfriendly.

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