Mister Thirteen

~Nyte Bloods~

The man, still holding Alice, was slightly set aback by her remarks, as well as her remarkable strength.

Hmm, well now, aren't we strong? A bit saucy too. Fortunately I tend to like that in a woman. He thought.

"Come now," he said,"it's unfair to generalize all men or even a grand majority of men solely on past personal experiences. It's not about gender miss, it's human nature in whole. You have the good, and the bad, of all races and cultures and of both genders. You know, there are many men who would easily classify many women as harpies and witches that use their figures and charms to cheat and take advantage of weak-willed men. Tell me miss, how many female secretaries and interns have separated marriages, broken up families, and slept their way to undeserved positions and titles? How many common prostitutes have slid their way into the pockets of wealthy old businessmen and politicians, hmm?"

He paused for but a second and continued,"My point is, you shouldn't generalize a group by a few bad apples. I do regret that you have been wronged by men as of late, I do, but please, don't become permanently and universally toxic to all males for the wrongs of idiots."

Catching himself from forgetting, he said finally,"By the way, my name is Alex Crawford, I'm a realtor from Manhattan, nice to meet you."
He finished with a short nod, his hold on Alice still firm but not harsh.

~Nyte Bloods~

The man listened to Alice's response intently, and slightly nodded his head as she finished.
"I see. Well, I apologize for not introducing myself initially, though I had planned to after sharing a dance or two with you. This was to be a way of breaking the ice if you will. But nevertheless, I apologize. And as for your recent bad experiences with men, I'm sorry to hear that, I truly am."

He paused briefly, glancing off to the right before immediately looking back to Alice,"But you know," he said as he slightly pulled her closer and clasped her hand firmer,"not all men are dogs you know. I'm quite the gentleman actually, and I request the chance to prove it."

He stepped closer, practically against her, though not in a crude way, and looked with meaningful, ice-blue eyes from behind his mask.
"By the way,"he added,"I do find your grammar charming, quite poetic."

~Nyte Bloods~

"Tis quite fine," the man reassured Alice,"it can be tricky."

He winced not nor did he grumble as she mistepped onto his feet further, especially more it seemed when the song played began to climax slightly, increasing in tempo and tune though not losing the melodiousness to it.
The man cast his gaze downward briefly and them looked back to Alice.

"Especially," he said, stiffening suddenly and freezing them both in place on the dance floor,"when one deliberately tromps on their partners' feet."

The man remained firmly hold of Alice by the hand and back, though not forceful. He ignored the swaying and twirling couples around he and Alice as he spoke to her again, in a rather chastening manor at that,"While I understand you were probably just being courteous, I would've preferred that you simply declined my request rather than scuff up my shoes in an effort to scare me away, miss."

~Nyte Bloods~

The man in white approached Alice in a casual pace, his chest and shoulders held strong and his walk confident. He came to a stop at a comfortable three feet from her. He gave Alice a brief nod and then spoke.

"Good evening to you miss. Would you care to dance with me?"

Back at the bar, Thomas and Dalton were both turned around in their stools, facing the crowded ball room. Dalton sat back rather casually, his elbows resting on the bar behind him, while Thomas was leaned forward, palms placed on his knees.

"It seems a stranger has taken to Alice." Dalton said.

"Yes, I see him." Thomas quickly replied.

"Think it's our boy?" Thomas asked, leaning forward from the bar.

"Possibly,"Thomas said,"but not assuredly. We need to find a way to unmask her in front of the entire reception. If Liam is here, which I feel he is, he'll spot her, and he won't be able to resist."

"And then we have him." Dalton said.
"And then we have him." Thomas repeated.

"But that guy,"Dalton pointed to the man in white before Alice,"his hair is dark, not red like Enduro's."

"Liam Enduro is no fool," Thomas retorted,"odds are he's died his hair or taken up a wig. He's always been a clever bastard."

Woodswick (Survival-Horror RP) (2-3 Players) (M&F) (18+ ONLY)

Woodswick, a small town forgotten by the modern world, rarely visited and commonly avoided.

First settled in the late sixteen-hundreds, this small Massachusetes countryside hamlet holds a foreboding past.
An unknown history of evil doings and dark omens.
It's people, reclusive and excluding, rarely travel outside of their town, and generally maintain a cold, uncaring disposition towards outsiders.

Through the years, strange disappearances have occurred in the region surrounding the town.
The locals have always claimed ignorance, simply stating that the woods are dangerous.

Those few that visit Woodswick always describe it as a dark, unmoving town where time never seems to pass, that Woodswick is almost it's very own world.

However, no one truly knows the secrets of Woodswick, of it's evil, sadistic past or of the dark hearts of the townsfolk.
To this very day, this sleepy little town remains a core of evil, where a single mistake from centuries past has left it as a cursed shell of its former self.



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So, as you can see, I have cooked up a concept for a survival-horror RP centered around a dark, brooding countryside town with an evil past.

Sadly, I am suffering from a short spell of writer's block, and am having a bit of trouble creating a proper plotline for the RP itself.

Basically, I'm struggling to create a story arch for a group of travelers to come to this stick-in-the-woods town.

Campers? Seems cliche.

Private investigators or detectives? Maybe.

A family who received a strange letter of inheritance from an unknown relative? Possibly.

Basically, I am I need of feedback and "voting" so that the proper and most desirable storyline for this setting can be developed.

I am intending for this to be a 3-4 player Roleplay overall, meaning myself and 2-3 others.

So, if you are truly interested then please drop in. Please note that I would prefer you to only post/comment here if you are truly interested in this idea and would like to invest your time into this. Please no drive-by's.

(More detail about Woodswick, it's shady past, as well as rules, expectations, and etcetera will be divulged in the official OP and here in discussion as well.)

~Nyte Bloods~

"Wonderful," Aleera said,"lets go." She motioned with one hand for Alice to follow and headed out toward a particularly thick crowd of people gathered along the edge of the dance floor, which several couples occupied, though there was still plenty of room. The band, three violinist, a cellist, and a flutist, played a cheerful yet mellow song as the dancing couples stepped and twirled about beneath the great chandelier above.

At the bar, the man in white lowered his empty wine glass and adjusted the bottom of his mask back over his chin and mouth. It was then, when he turned and stood from his stool that he lay eyes on Alice, his eyes locked onto her alone. Twas not a look of recognition, but of interest.

I think I'll be having a dance now.

He took a forward step and composed himself in full as he briskly approached Alice, intent on gaining her interest before another did.

~Nyte Bloods~

"Hmmm," Thomas mumbled, looking ahead to the shelves lined with assorted bottles of expensive alcohol,"I see."
He was about to inquire about her business when Dalton and Aleera suddenly approached from behind rather hurriedly.
"Sorry about our tardiness." Aleera said.

"No problem." Thomas waved it off.

"So I trust you two are well acquainted?" Aleera asked.

"Well enough." Thomas replied looking to Alice.

"Good," Aleera mused,"then perhaps the two of you can share a dance to an evening waltz tune."
Thomas started to speak before Aleera grabbed Dalton by his left arm with both hands,"Come Dalton,"she said,"dance with me."

"Hardly," Dalton said, pulling away from her,"this white collar stuff isn't my nightly jam, thank you."

"And I don't dance," Thomas said, looking to Alice,"sorry."

"Well aren't you two the real muddy sticks?" Aleera stamped her foot,"I suppose I'll just have mingle around until I find a gentleman who will entertain me. Care to follow Alice?"

~Nyte Bloods~

Yes it is he @LadyRunic, I'm thinking that the noticeable voice is thrown off by the dark hair and the white garments which make his skin look darker than Liams. Illusion.

~Nyte Bloods~

Thomas smirked behind his mask, looking to his full glass of champagne with a casual demeanor.

"Alright," he said, turning back to Alice,"my name is Thomas Linder. I've lived in New York my entire life, long as it has been. My life has not been the most exciting these past years, well, by normal standards anyway, and isn't really worth chatting about regardless of what standard you relate to." He gave a slight sniff behind his mask and looked back to his champagne, the fizz having died from it.

"Now then, he said,"turning to Alice once more,"your turn. Tell me your name and, if you'd like, a little about yourself. Only if you'd like." He said assuredly.

Further down the bar, a lone patron seated himself on the the stool farthest to the left, sitting alone.
He wore a solid white suit, with a matching white undershirt, tie, gloves, and a vest. His shoes were solid black, the only diverse piece of his clothing, Italian leather dress shoes.
On his face, he wore a solid white mask, whiter than the snow's of a New York winter. The mask covered his entire face, and was rather plain aside from the eye cuttings, which were angled downward sharply like the eyes of some cat or fantasy creature. His hair, black and wavy, hung loose yet was tamed, and reached to his shoulders, the end strands tight with curls.

"Good evening sir, what can I get you?" Came the chirpy voice of the bartender, a young woman with long black hair tied into a pointy tail, her face bearing a chipper smile.

"Red wine," came his dry reply, his voice smooth and oily,"Biblia Chora if you have any."

"Yes sir," the bartender replied brightly,"coming right up."
As she reached for a bottle of red wine from beneath the bar, the man in white turned his hidden gaze down the bar, past a several patrons, looking casually though interested in Alice and Thomas's direction.

~Nyte Bloods~

Tis good that @LadyRunic, I feel like we've finally edged out of that little dry spell.