Post by vyra on Apr 12, 2008 21:36:18 GMT -5
Name: Cherry, or Vyra. Whichever's easiest.
Age: 15
Experience: Roughly five years.
How you found us: Neopets
Role play Sample:
Flowers spoke of murder.
It began as a bud, an idea, anticipation; and carefully, with nurturing and consideration, it began to unfurl. There was a sort of anxious attitude about the whole thing, the slow way it had to be done. If it was done to fast, forced open, the ending was spoiled, and yet sometimes one cannot help but want to rush things a little.
But at the end, if all was done right, it opened. A lovely splash of crimson blood. A work of art.
And that's all that murder was to Jayden Leclair, nicknamed Jade-- a work of art. A hobby. Almost a game. To create something perfect, a string of sudden killings that no one would ever solve.
And for each, he would leave a flower. That was for his love, to show that Jade was there, always watching.
What flower would this one be? Jade thought silently to himself as he looked over the selection of blossoms that he had brought with him. An tiger lily, he decided at last, before slipping the striking orange flower into the pale woman's cold hand. There. That made it perfect. Orange and red went together well, after all.
Everything looked good with red.
Jade turned for the door. Everything was set for when the police arrived. He left the knife there, as he usually did, with the fingerprints carefully wiped away from everything he had touched. If he was lucky, no one would have seen him entering the house in the middle of the night. After all, he hadn't driven there; there would be no license plate number to give, which was always good. He exited the house, now void of all life, into the chilly October morning, beginning to head down the street at a fairly quick pace.
He would stop at his home, just long enough to drop of the flowers he hadn't used, and then he would pay a quick visit to his beloved. He was running low on flowers, and he knew not of a more perfect way to get them.
Jade was twenty-two years old, a bit short for his age, with the lightest blue eyes imaginable and very pale white skin. His long hair, fastened in something of a bun on the back of his head, was very fine and also unusually pale, making it doubtless that the man was an albino. A black shirt wrapped around his small frame, and a pair of dark blue jeans clung to his hips and slim legs. He dressed casually-- he was only a college student, after all; there was no reason to dress up.
The stop at his tiny, three-room apartment was quick; he was in and out in less than five minutes. This time, when leaving, he got into his car, a beat-up, used vehicle that he had bought when he was a teenager. He wasn't from a wealthy family and he could really afford no more than this. His first stop was the flower shop, and then perhaps he'd do a bit of grocery shopping, or maybe just go back home and sleep. He had been out all night, preoccupied with other activities; he had no classes that day, so it all worked out.
It was a brief drive to the flower shop. Jade got out of the car and crossed the parking lot, stepping into the shop. His eager blue eyes passed over the flowers that surrounded him, instead focusing on the man behind the counter.
You're the prettiest flower there is. No rose or lily could live up to you.
Silently, Jade pretended to be preoccupied with the flowers, though he gave the man a shy look now and again from the corner of his eye. He was one of the usual customers there, and he had seen this man so many times, and yet the feeling was still there, as if this were the first time his eyes had taken in what was, in his opinion, the most divine of beauties.
I want you so much that I'd kill for you... and I do, darling, I certainly do...
He said: Blocked by admin Whisper
Age: 15
Experience: Roughly five years.
How you found us: Neopets
Role play Sample:
Flowers spoke of murder.
It began as a bud, an idea, anticipation; and carefully, with nurturing and consideration, it began to unfurl. There was a sort of anxious attitude about the whole thing, the slow way it had to be done. If it was done to fast, forced open, the ending was spoiled, and yet sometimes one cannot help but want to rush things a little.
But at the end, if all was done right, it opened. A lovely splash of crimson blood. A work of art.
And that's all that murder was to Jayden Leclair, nicknamed Jade-- a work of art. A hobby. Almost a game. To create something perfect, a string of sudden killings that no one would ever solve.
And for each, he would leave a flower. That was for his love, to show that Jade was there, always watching.
What flower would this one be? Jade thought silently to himself as he looked over the selection of blossoms that he had brought with him. An tiger lily, he decided at last, before slipping the striking orange flower into the pale woman's cold hand. There. That made it perfect. Orange and red went together well, after all.
Everything looked good with red.
Jade turned for the door. Everything was set for when the police arrived. He left the knife there, as he usually did, with the fingerprints carefully wiped away from everything he had touched. If he was lucky, no one would have seen him entering the house in the middle of the night. After all, he hadn't driven there; there would be no license plate number to give, which was always good. He exited the house, now void of all life, into the chilly October morning, beginning to head down the street at a fairly quick pace.
He would stop at his home, just long enough to drop of the flowers he hadn't used, and then he would pay a quick visit to his beloved. He was running low on flowers, and he knew not of a more perfect way to get them.
Jade was twenty-two years old, a bit short for his age, with the lightest blue eyes imaginable and very pale white skin. His long hair, fastened in something of a bun on the back of his head, was very fine and also unusually pale, making it doubtless that the man was an albino. A black shirt wrapped around his small frame, and a pair of dark blue jeans clung to his hips and slim legs. He dressed casually-- he was only a college student, after all; there was no reason to dress up.
The stop at his tiny, three-room apartment was quick; he was in and out in less than five minutes. This time, when leaving, he got into his car, a beat-up, used vehicle that he had bought when he was a teenager. He wasn't from a wealthy family and he could really afford no more than this. His first stop was the flower shop, and then perhaps he'd do a bit of grocery shopping, or maybe just go back home and sleep. He had been out all night, preoccupied with other activities; he had no classes that day, so it all worked out.
It was a brief drive to the flower shop. Jade got out of the car and crossed the parking lot, stepping into the shop. His eager blue eyes passed over the flowers that surrounded him, instead focusing on the man behind the counter.
You're the prettiest flower there is. No rose or lily could live up to you.
Silently, Jade pretended to be preoccupied with the flowers, though he gave the man a shy look now and again from the corner of his eye. He was one of the usual customers there, and he had seen this man so many times, and yet the feeling was still there, as if this were the first time his eyes had taken in what was, in his opinion, the most divine of beauties.
I want you so much that I'd kill for you... and I do, darling, I certainly do...
He said: Blocked by admin Whisper
