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The Decker
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STATUS: I'm just going to bid farewell. This obviously isn't the place for me. 7 yrs ago
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I'm just going to bid farewell. This obviously isn't the place for me.
7 yrs ago
Whiny and passive aggressive? Hardly. Just fed up with being excluded, failing at something I love, and facing the revelation that all my ideas are obviously shit.
7 yrs ago
To those below; Hmm, two flop interest checks, I've been ditched midway through conversation 10 times, and have been ignored 4 separate times. It's obvious I'm not wanted here.
7 yrs ago
Is it because I'm new that no one wants to write with me?? Because if so then I see why this site barely has any members.
7 yrs ago
10 Days Later, Still Looking for reliable Roleplay partners....
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Salutations and Greetings, and thank you for your time!
As is obvious, this is a Slasher-Horror Roleplay, which I have scripted and created in the spirit of Halloween, as well as to satisfy my recent craving of Slasher media.
The Roleplay revolves around a small, passive, and comfortable unnamed Charlotte suburban community which becomes plagued by a violent and psychotic killer.
A single bloody murder soon becomes one of a string of violent killings, and it becomes apparent anyone could be the next victim and that no one is safe.
The first killing is on the date of October 22nd, nine days before Halloween, and as Halloween draws closer, the killings become more frequent and more violent.
Our central protagonists are a young woman in her mid-twenties and a male detective in his early thirties.
My partner will star as our female protagonist, while my primary role will be the detective, and my secondary roles will be the killer and all the possible suspects.
The majority of the Roleplay will be set within the suburban community and the surrounding real life Charlotte locations.
The killer and is motives are more or less original compared to current Slasher fiction, and his methods of murder will be very diverse and will actually differ from victim to victim, though they all will be very gruesome and brutal kills.
Below you will find critical information regarding your basic character design and myself and the Roleplay.
MY PARTNERS' CHARACTER
These are very basic guidelines that I request to be met in regards to my partners' character.
OTHER IMPORTANT INFORMATION
The man uncrossed his arms and turned around toward her.
"Alright." He simply said.
He stepped past her and back over to his recliner and slowly sat back down.
He then reached up and pulled the rain slicker hood from his head, revealing short-cut black hair.
He then reached behind his head and un-strapped the black gas mask and finally pulled it from his face, revealing his appearance.
He dropped the mask down to his right, next to his shotgun on the floor.
He spoke, his voice, though still a lower pitch, was no longer muffled and gruff sounding, but clear and broad.
"My name is John Marlowe, before the outbreak, I was a car mechanic and a weekend handy-man. I'm from Harrison, Sioux County. I am thirty years old, I'm unmarried and single, no kids, and my parents both died during the outbreak.
Since the downfall of civilization, I have done many things to survive, many things which I'm not proud of, and will not discuss with you or anyone else."
He paused for a minute, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.
"I have more or less been on my own since midway through June. Your the first person in months I have not had to kill, as grueling as that sounds."
He stopped once more, looking her straight in the eyes and once more letting his words sink into her mind, before finally asking,"What about you? Do you truly remember absolutely nothing about yourself or why you are here or what happened?"
"Alright." He simply said.
He stepped past her and back over to his recliner and slowly sat back down.
He then reached up and pulled the rain slicker hood from his head, revealing short-cut black hair.
He then reached behind his head and un-strapped the black gas mask and finally pulled it from his face, revealing his appearance.
He dropped the mask down to his right, next to his shotgun on the floor.
He spoke, his voice, though still a lower pitch, was no longer muffled and gruff sounding, but clear and broad.
"My name is John Marlowe, before the outbreak, I was a car mechanic and a weekend handy-man. I'm from Harrison, Sioux County. I am thirty years old, I'm unmarried and single, no kids, and my parents both died during the outbreak.
Since the downfall of civilization, I have done many things to survive, many things which I'm not proud of, and will not discuss with you or anyone else."
He paused for a minute, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.
"I have more or less been on my own since midway through June. Your the first person in months I have not had to kill, as grueling as that sounds."
He stopped once more, looking her straight in the eyes and once more letting his words sink into her mind, before finally asking,"What about you? Do you truly remember absolutely nothing about yourself or why you are here or what happened?"
The black-clad stared at the young woman for a good minute or so, taken aback by her words and her questioning of his statements.
She asks me for answers and when I grant them she disputes my word? Little...
He immediately cut his thoughts.
After all, if she had only just come to and was truly suffering from amnesia, he imagined how the things he told her sounded, even though they were true.
All he could do was be patient with her and explain as best he could.
If she chose not to accept his word, then she would soon discover this new realityfor herself.
He suddenly moved his arms and lifted his shotgun from his lap and lowered it down toward the right side of his chair and laid it on the floor next to him.
He then turned his eyes back to the woman before him and spoke.
"The Omega-13 Virus is spread through freshwater contamination. Basically, if you drink tainted water or it should come into contact with say your eyes, ears, or nose, then you have infected yourself with it. Or, if you consume any water based or water dependent food that is based in tainted water, you will be infected. This means things like fruits and vegetables hydrated with tainted water or food prepared with tainted water.
In such case, you will be dead in roughly eight hours, unless of course you commit suicide or someone else puts you down. The other method of infection is contact with the bodily fluids of an infected person, saliva and whatnot. The reason the Virus basically spread across the country so fast is because somehow or another the water supplies of our nation and other nations were contaminated enmasse, and no one knows how the hell that even happened."
He adjusted himself in his chair and cleared his throat loudly, the sound was coarse and rattling.
"Now," he said,"as far as symptoms goes, they are as follows; a severe, throbbing headache, blurry vision, and ringing in the ears. However, these symptoms are then followed by a new set of symptoms, which basically consists of blood pouring out of your eyes, ears, and nose, still accompanied mind you by those first symptoms. The final symptoms occur within anywhere from one to two hours prior to death, and they are disorientation and hallucination. After that, as I said, comes a slow, agonizing death."
He suddenly stood and paced quickly across the room, his heavy rubber boots clopping across the wooden floor.
He stood before one of the broken out windows and stared out into the quiet, empty forest outside, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I've watched it happen." He said suddenly, keeping his gaze out the window and his arms crossed.
She asks me for answers and when I grant them she disputes my word? Little...
He immediately cut his thoughts.
After all, if she had only just come to and was truly suffering from amnesia, he imagined how the things he told her sounded, even though they were true.
All he could do was be patient with her and explain as best he could.
If she chose not to accept his word, then she would soon discover this new realityfor herself.
He suddenly moved his arms and lifted his shotgun from his lap and lowered it down toward the right side of his chair and laid it on the floor next to him.
He then turned his eyes back to the woman before him and spoke.
"The Omega-13 Virus is spread through freshwater contamination. Basically, if you drink tainted water or it should come into contact with say your eyes, ears, or nose, then you have infected yourself with it. Or, if you consume any water based or water dependent food that is based in tainted water, you will be infected. This means things like fruits and vegetables hydrated with tainted water or food prepared with tainted water.
In such case, you will be dead in roughly eight hours, unless of course you commit suicide or someone else puts you down. The other method of infection is contact with the bodily fluids of an infected person, saliva and whatnot. The reason the Virus basically spread across the country so fast is because somehow or another the water supplies of our nation and other nations were contaminated enmasse, and no one knows how the hell that even happened."
He adjusted himself in his chair and cleared his throat loudly, the sound was coarse and rattling.
"Now," he said,"as far as symptoms goes, they are as follows; a severe, throbbing headache, blurry vision, and ringing in the ears. However, these symptoms are then followed by a new set of symptoms, which basically consists of blood pouring out of your eyes, ears, and nose, still accompanied mind you by those first symptoms. The final symptoms occur within anywhere from one to two hours prior to death, and they are disorientation and hallucination. After that, as I said, comes a slow, agonizing death."
He suddenly stood and paced quickly across the room, his heavy rubber boots clopping across the wooden floor.
He stood before one of the broken out windows and stared out into the quiet, empty forest outside, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I've watched it happen." He said suddenly, keeping his gaze out the window and his arms crossed.
The dark man listened to her response patiently from the recliner, and when she finished, he then simply shook his head intently before responding.
"This is no ordinary virus. You see, late in May, just before the last of the broadcasts were made, the scientists did make one discovery, and that was that this was a hybrid pathogen, a hybrid that had also had tampering done to it's genetic structure, and on top of that, it had been uniquely mutated."
He leaned forward slightly from his chair, his muffled voice dropping to a gruffer tone,"This strain of Virus was man-made, by scientifically educated minds. The big question after that discovery is by who, and the next primary question was if it was accidental or intentional. Did they intend on purposely developing an apocalyptic strain, or was Omega-13 simply a highly costly freak accident? While many speculate that the creation of a deadly virus was intentional, it's fair to say that whoever pioneered it must have lost control, and had no intentions of creating a planet-killer."
He then leaned back in his chair, exhaling loudly, before speaking once more.
"As for this 'patient zero' and 'transmission vectors' business, I don't know what to tell you. All I know is that I first heard about it in early April, around the sixth I think, the news said that it was running rampantly across Asia, Eastern Europe, the Middle East, and the northern nations of Africa.
By April twenty-fifth, all of Asia, Africa, Europe, and parts of Australia had been exposed and the death toll in every country was skyrocketing by the day as infection spread.
I remember the first case was identified in the United States on May sixteenth. By that time, South America and many Caribbean nations were also infected. Come late May, the death till in the United States by Omega-13 infection was up to almost a hundred million. After that, the broadcasts began to stop all across the country, and after that, the darkest days came. Rioting, nation wide blackouts, looting, plundering, mass slaughter, insurgency and survivalism, the signs of the downfall of modern civilization."
He stopped realizing he needed a breath, and inhaled deeply, remaining in his sat-back relaxed position.
"This is no ordinary virus. You see, late in May, just before the last of the broadcasts were made, the scientists did make one discovery, and that was that this was a hybrid pathogen, a hybrid that had also had tampering done to it's genetic structure, and on top of that, it had been uniquely mutated."
He leaned forward slightly from his chair, his muffled voice dropping to a gruffer tone,"This strain of Virus was man-made, by scientifically educated minds. The big question after that discovery is by who, and the next primary question was if it was accidental or intentional. Did they intend on purposely developing an apocalyptic strain, or was Omega-13 simply a highly costly freak accident? While many speculate that the creation of a deadly virus was intentional, it's fair to say that whoever pioneered it must have lost control, and had no intentions of creating a planet-killer."
He then leaned back in his chair, exhaling loudly, before speaking once more.
"As for this 'patient zero' and 'transmission vectors' business, I don't know what to tell you. All I know is that I first heard about it in early April, around the sixth I think, the news said that it was running rampantly across Asia, Eastern Europe, the Middle East, and the northern nations of Africa.
By April twenty-fifth, all of Asia, Africa, Europe, and parts of Australia had been exposed and the death toll in every country was skyrocketing by the day as infection spread.
I remember the first case was identified in the United States on May sixteenth. By that time, South America and many Caribbean nations were also infected. Come late May, the death till in the United States by Omega-13 infection was up to almost a hundred million. After that, the broadcasts began to stop all across the country, and after that, the darkest days came. Rioting, nation wide blackouts, looting, plundering, mass slaughter, insurgency and survivalism, the signs of the downfall of modern civilization."
He stopped realizing he needed a breath, and inhaled deeply, remaining in his sat-back relaxed position.
The man stood silent for a minute or so before responding to her, her words swirling around his mind.
"Amnesia..." He finally said, his tone tinted with sympathy.
She must really be telling the truth. If this were some sort of trap or trick it would have been sprung by now. Still though, I'll keep my guard up until I have heard more from her.
He thought to himself.
He turned and walked across the room toward a raggedy looking recliner chair.
He slowly lowered himself into it and laid his shotgun across his lap.
He motioned his hand toward the couch nearby and spoke to her,"You might want to have a seat, for I have some shocking...revelations, for you. And this story is going to take a while."
He shifted himself comfortably as he could in the ragged, spring ridden chair.
"So,"he said,"I'm not even sure how to break this to you gently, so I am just going to be blunt about it; the world has ended. Civilization has fallen. Mankind is back to the food chain again, at least, what bit of food chain there is left. It all began about six months ago, when the outbreak happened, when that godforsaken Virus first appeared and spread like wildfire across the world. Omega-13, that is what they called it, they being the politicians who swore we would be safe, and the hundreds of thousands of scientists who pledged to find a cure. It was all lies. By the time the death toll was in the millions, and the scientists all had absolutely nothing to show for their weeks of testing and experimenting, we all knew there was no hope."
He stopped his story for a minute, allowing what he had said so far to sink in, and to see if she had questions.
"Amnesia..." He finally said, his tone tinted with sympathy.
She must really be telling the truth. If this were some sort of trap or trick it would have been sprung by now. Still though, I'll keep my guard up until I have heard more from her.
He thought to himself.
He turned and walked across the room toward a raggedy looking recliner chair.
He slowly lowered himself into it and laid his shotgun across his lap.
He motioned his hand toward the couch nearby and spoke to her,"You might want to have a seat, for I have some shocking...revelations, for you. And this story is going to take a while."
He shifted himself comfortably as he could in the ragged, spring ridden chair.
"So,"he said,"I'm not even sure how to break this to you gently, so I am just going to be blunt about it; the world has ended. Civilization has fallen. Mankind is back to the food chain again, at least, what bit of food chain there is left. It all began about six months ago, when the outbreak happened, when that godforsaken Virus first appeared and spread like wildfire across the world. Omega-13, that is what they called it, they being the politicians who swore we would be safe, and the hundreds of thousands of scientists who pledged to find a cure. It was all lies. By the time the death toll was in the millions, and the scientists all had absolutely nothing to show for their weeks of testing and experimenting, we all knew there was no hope."
He stopped his story for a minute, allowing what he had said so far to sink in, and to see if she had questions.
Scarlet Mistress
The man kept his gun trained on her, not speaking a word.
What the hell is wrong with her? How can she not know what I'm talking about? Is she out of her mind?
He thought to himself.
"Hmmmm..." He grumbled aloud, consumed in his thoughts.
The severe headache she claimed to have was indeed a symptom of the Virus, but the symptoms did not begin to show until the final stages of infection, and they were all crammed within a three hour span.
He did not know of any freshwater pools immediately nearby, be it ponds or streams. While he had never passed through this forest before, he was familiar with its geography.
This meant that if she was infected then it would have happened far from this lodge, and by now other symptoms would have been showing.
She did not seem seriously disoriented, she had no bleeding from her nose, ears, or eyes, nor noticeable paleness of the skin.
She must be clean.
He thought to himself.
He released his grip on his shotgun and lowered it down to his right side.
He did not move however, staying where he was.
Still...
Could this be some form of trap?
Was her purpose to throw him off balance so he could be ambushed?
Instinctively, he regripped his shotgun in both hands, but kept it at waist level and pointed off to the left.
He finally addressed her after what seemed like an eternity.
"Alright, I'm going to ask you this one time," he said intensely,"who are you and why are you here? And, tell me why you lie about not knowing about the Virus. There's no way possible that you can't know about it and what it has done to this country, to this world, these past four months. I want you to answer me, and answer me honestly."
What the hell is wrong with her? How can she not know what I'm talking about? Is she out of her mind?
He thought to himself.
"Hmmmm..." He grumbled aloud, consumed in his thoughts.
The severe headache she claimed to have was indeed a symptom of the Virus, but the symptoms did not begin to show until the final stages of infection, and they were all crammed within a three hour span.
He did not know of any freshwater pools immediately nearby, be it ponds or streams. While he had never passed through this forest before, he was familiar with its geography.
This meant that if she was infected then it would have happened far from this lodge, and by now other symptoms would have been showing.
She did not seem seriously disoriented, she had no bleeding from her nose, ears, or eyes, nor noticeable paleness of the skin.
She must be clean.
He thought to himself.
He released his grip on his shotgun and lowered it down to his right side.
He did not move however, staying where he was.
Still...
Could this be some form of trap?
Was her purpose to throw him off balance so he could be ambushed?
Instinctively, he regripped his shotgun in both hands, but kept it at waist level and pointed off to the left.
He finally addressed her after what seemed like an eternity.
"Alright, I'm going to ask you this one time," he said intensely,"who are you and why are you here? And, tell me why you lie about not knowing about the Virus. There's no way possible that you can't know about it and what it has done to this country, to this world, these past four months. I want you to answer me, and answer me honestly."
"Huh?"
This simple questioning sound slipped from the black-clad mans' mouth, sounding raspy and gruff coming from the gas mask.
She would not resist? She wanted to die?
Why?
A slight tension suddenly squeezed his stomach as he realized why she might wish for him to shoot her.
He gripped his weapon tighter, and with his left hand pulled back on the pump.
The chik-chik sound of a shell being shifted into the chamber literally echoed throughout the ram shackled lodge.
He spoke back to her, his voice harsh and muffled from behind the mask he wore.
"Are you infected? Is that why you want me to go ahead and shoot you? Do you have the virus? Because if so, I will grant you your wish."
This simple questioning sound slipped from the black-clad mans' mouth, sounding raspy and gruff coming from the gas mask.
She would not resist? She wanted to die?
Why?
A slight tension suddenly squeezed his stomach as he realized why she might wish for him to shoot her.
He gripped his weapon tighter, and with his left hand pulled back on the pump.
The chik-chik sound of a shell being shifted into the chamber literally echoed throughout the ram shackled lodge.
He spoke back to her, his voice harsh and muffled from behind the mask he wore.
"Are you infected? Is that why you want me to go ahead and shoot you? Do you have the virus? Because if so, I will grant you your wish."
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