Infamous Empath

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The Room with the Yellow Door @Skinner35@Atroposer

After they entered the room, the door swung shut, seemingly on its own accord, and locked behind them. The room was about the size of a moderate-sized dining room, complete with a large round oak table in the center. Unlike their cells, the room was made of concrete. On the other side of the room, opposite the yellow door, was a raised chamber with a curtain. The half-working chandelier that dangled gently above lightened the area, and the silhouettes of three figures could be seen lying on a bed on the other side of the nearly-transparent curtain.

A seductive Irish voice spoke from behind the curtain: "Me name's Daren. I'm one o' the generals in the Sons o' Winter." The silhouette stood up and moved toward the curtain, toward the two prisoners. "Greetings, me dears."

As he stepped around the curtain, Daren was wearing nothing but a crimson cloak that did very little, if anything at all, to hide his unmentionables. Beside his toned, scarred body, his face was painted in dried red paint, or blood, and a scar also crossed his otherwise handsome face.

"Please...sit," he suggested, gesturing to the empty table and the six chairs surrounding it

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@Skinner35@Atroposer

The guard walked over to Kim when he was finished with Arin. "Mmm," he intoned flatly. "You're the lucky one huh? Boss doesn't want anyone touching you. Says you're for him and him alone." The masked guard glanced back at Arin, and then Kim. "Told my guards to give you blankets too. Didn't say they had to be good ones." He chuckled lightly and walked over to the opposite wall. "You're gonna go the way I came. Quietly. And you're going to come to a yellow door on the right hand side. Open the door and enter. Wait for instructions. And I can't stress this enough: do it quietly. No talking."

The man who seemed to be in charge of the guards turned and walked to their right, away from the direction they were ordered to walk. After his heavy footfalls faded into silence a few seconds later, there was no noise.

Dale-Hallow Isles.

all 20 RPs im in arent going anywhere, well, except for the Cult one, so im just waiting patiently for something to do

D&D: An Adventure in the Making

I dont want to argue about ethics or philosophy in a D&D RP, but amoral, to me, is evil. Basically a sociopath. Or a coward.

The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.
- Albert Einstein

It was also mentioned in Boondock Saints too. In my opinion, the Saints would be good, for taking action in their own hands and taking down evil.

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posted :)

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Now that they were in the hallway, they would be able to see it in it's entirety. There had been no lights in the cell. The cell had been illuminated only when the door opened, by a single lamp in the high-ceiling corridor, too high for anyone to reach. The lamp had also been too high to cast anything but shadows on the walls, so Kim had not been able to see the exterior of her cell prior to now.

However, now they would be able to see just how dire their situation was: the ceilings were high, about 25 feet high; the corridor in which they stood had dozens of cell doors much like their own lining the walls; the hallway itself extended dozens of meters, curving slightly as if they were in the bowels of some circular missile silo. The walls were made of concrete and the loudspeaker was mounted by the interior wall at the high ceiling.

Then there was the sound of echoing boots marching down the corridor coming toward them. Coming from their left, closer to Arin's cell, a guard walked around the corner holding a baton. He looked similar to the one who had spoken with Kim, except his face-mask had a gash across it. And he walked and spoke with considerably more confidence. He was a lot huskier too.

"Keep your back against the wall!" he ordered. "I will not hesitate to beat you silly if ya move!"

He began frisking Arin, checking his underwear to make sure he didn't have anything on him.

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

@mablesyrup
((OOC Note: I'm really new and I literally have no idea what I'm doing C; ))

its ok. thats kinda what this RP is for

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sorry about the piss pot thing. i'd forgotten yall had one in your cell already.

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Kim's door clicked into place and locked. Many hours later, after they had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion, someone had brought each of them a ratty old blanket with holes and bugs, which smelled like it had been left under a moldy porch for several months.

Even more hours later, both of their cell doors unlocked and slowly opened inward, revealing the darkness outside. Still, there was no sound. Until suddenly there was.

From a loudspeaker came a rumbling voice: "Come out of your cells! Stand with your hands outstretched beside you like a cross!"

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The guard snickered, lifting his gloved hand to his mouth, but remembering he had a mask on, so he lowered it. "Uh, I don't know ma'am. I'm just a lowly guard. Anyway, you will be left alone until tomorrow, when you'll meet one of our leaders."

He slowly backed out of the room, keeping his eyes on the woman as he stepped out into the hall. Outside was dark; there was no way Kim would be able to discern anything visually. And aside from his heavy footfalls that echoed into the corridor, there was no noise out there.

"I must go now."