RPG Clich

[DDG]

Cliché: The horror begins... "Why did you summon those children to this town?" "Because it's part of my evil plan to take over the world and its what evil villains do!" "Uh huh..." "Yes, all will go according to plan... the children will come here, explore the town, have some "fun" and then be brutally murdered!" the villain cackled with glee before his assistant interupted him. "Um, sir?" "Yes?" "What does that have to do with taking over the world?" "Everything! It has everything to do with taking over the world!" "Right, sir."

Claudia smiled sweetly into the webcam as she prepared for her and her boyfriend's live sex show a little later that evening. Even though the camera wasn't on, she was practicing for when it was; making sure that she appealed to everyone who would be watching her. She undressed herself and slipped on a see-through shirt over her frilly pink bra along with a pair of button down pants over her matching underwear; the articles of clothing she had chosen for that night made it much easier for her boyfriend to undress her once the show had started. She was also being paid heftily by the owner of the website who was broadcasting the shows--even though she didn't need the money--so she wanted to be at her best in performance and did not want to disappoint the viewers. She walked over to the webcam and turned it on so that she could make sure the angle of it was just right by previewing what the camera saw on the computer moniter. She moved the small camera into the position where viewers would get the best view and she skipped merrily over into the camera's view. She quickly sat on the mat she had placed onto the floor, removed her socks and just as she glanced at the clock and heard her boyfriend knocking on her bedroom door, she vanished. * * * She awoke inside a run-down building with shattered windows, destroyed furniture, cold, bleek jail cells and a blood stained floor. She glanced around the room and immediately noticed she wasn't alone. Just a few feet away lay four other kids she recognized from seeing them either at school or around town.

[size=1]See the underground thread [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=42896]here[/url] and the recruitment thread [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=42509]here[/url].

Have at it! And be sure to check out the [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=42896]Underground thread[/url]![/size]

[Che]

[font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=blue]Cindy growled as she was ambushed by seven of her older brothers. "Can't leave Cindy." Her oldest, Luis, said. "Yeah, Mom got drunk again. You need to cook dinner!" Said the second oldest, Pat. Cindy shook her head sympathetically. "Men. In any case, there are two boxes of Pop-Tarts in the cupboard. Knock yourselves out." She said. Cindy left the very pathetic scene of seven of her eight brothers fight with each other to get to the cupboard first.[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][color=#0000ff]She stopped when she was outside and gave a little smirk. Her youngest older brother was about to attempt to wrestle her. "Jordan, I don't have time for this." She said, setting her backpack down and getting into her own stance. Jordan didn't listen, but ran at her. Cindy smiled as she flipped him over, bodyslammed, and knocked out Jordan. She picked up her backpack again and made started walking again.[/color][/size]

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[size=1][color=#0000ff]Cindy took a deep breath as she neared the mansion. She had indeed spotted Matthew waiting there, as if deciding whether or not to go in. She walked up to him, feeling herself go red. "Rumors fly fast, don't they?" She asked. "Listen, I never really said that stuff. And you don't have to go in there if you don't want to. I mean, go ahead if you really want to but its not really going to prove anything towards me except you're really brave and maybe a tad bit stupid. I mean! Oh God I feel so stupid!" She said. She had spoken so quickly and nervously, she felt that he didn't catch a word of what she said. Matthew looked at her. "Wanna come in with me?" He asked.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#0000ff]Cindy blushed. [i]Even him just talking to me makes feel like I ebarrassed myself.[/i] She thought, but nodded. The two slowly walked up to the door but suddenly both of them vanished from each other's sight.[/color][/size]

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[size=1][color=#0000ff]Cindy woke up and slowly sat up on cold pavement and a few shards of broken glass. "Ow!" She said as her leg was slightly cut by one of the shards. She stood up, completly ignoring the 'wound', and looked around. "Looks like a jail from a cliche horror movie..." She muttered to herself before walking around. She was about to sit on what looked like an old wooden desk when she heard a noise from outside.[/color][/size]

[Engel]

[color=slategray][size=1]Jacob stepped outside and into the chilly night air as it drafted around his legs and head. Holding a case of beer in one hand, and a lighter in the other, he put the lighter away, and pulled the door open to his car. [i]Good old crappy car...[/i] And Jacob's body dissapeared into the car, the liquor store now a fading light in his rear view mirror.

The rough gravel road groaned and crunched in protest to the tires wheeling their way across the majorly uneven road. The Linkin Park "Meteora" CD clicked in the player, the song "Breaking The Habit" playing in short bursts. Jacob's hand reached out, turning off the stero. [i]Music isn't nessicary for a good time. Beer is.[/i] Jacob kept his eyes trained on the road, hazel eyes scanning the darkness.

A flash of light engulfed him, and thrust him into a new place. He felt his head, and the large amount of blood envloping his hair. [i]Goddamn it.[/i] He took his first shirt, a white T-shirt, off and wrapped it around his head. It looked like a turban.

As Jacob scanned his enviroment he saw a few other people, and it became appearant where he was from the shackles and grunginess of the walls. He was in some old prison. [i]Aw damn it. Great. Police must've got me for someting. Appearantely, they don't care about my head.[/i][/color][/size]

[Raiyuu]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][I]Flash![/I]

Sheldon took his eye from the viewfinder. The tree had been the tallest for miles around, but that had only made it a bigger target for the lightning and gale-force winds of last night's thunderstorm. When it was alive, Sheldon would have never considered photographing it; it was just a tree. But now it was ... a victim. It would never change now, never grow bigger, and so he chose this moment to immortalise it on film.

[B][I]Dead things are so much more interesting than alive things. And you don't have to ASK to photograph them, either. No awkward talking to do. No ... small talk.[/I][/B] Sheldon shuddered at the thought of actually [I]interacting[/I] with other human beings.

He gobbled down a sandwich from the box he'd brought - this way, he didn't have to go home at all that night - and took a swig of water from the flask. Moving round for a new angle on the tree, he stuffed the flask in his pocket and raised the camera to his eye.

[B][I]This camera was wasted on whatever rich kid I pinched it from.[/I][/B]

[I]Flash![/I]

As the bulb flooded the area with white light, Sheldon had a sudden sensation of being upside down and inside out, and he seemed disconcertingly to be looking at the insides of his own eyes. Then everything went black.

[CENTER]~~~~~~~~[/CENTER]

When Sheldon woke up he was in a dingy grey room with a cold stone floor and cold stone walls. There were manacles bolted to the wall, floor and, worryingly, the ceiling. Sheldon groaned inwardly as he looked through the bars of the cell: there were a few other kids from school lying in the corridor, clutching their heads and looking bewildered.

[B][I]Great,[/I][/B] he thought, [B][I]does this mean I'm gonna have to TALK to people?[/I][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ezekiel]

James typed away at his computer, completely ignoring the footsteps of his butler coming up the long stairs to his room. He wasn't hungry anyway, so the old man could shove it. He chuckled as he typed his thoughts to a chat buddy thousands of miles away and he got the usual reply of: Lmao! XD;; He smiled again and continued to type, now ignoring the lazy knocks on his heavy door. "I'm not hungry!" the boy shouted after the noise became tiresome. "Madame says that you must eat, master James." "Well master James says that Madame can stuff it!" A grunt came from behind the door as the catch was lifted...and James disappeared from his seat. ********* "What the f--?" James looked up and brushed long strands of raven hair from his eyes, he squinted and reached for his glasses, pushing them onto his nose. He looked around, sniffing the air and drawing in the damp smell of the cell. After digging in his large pockets, James found his hand held camera. He switched it on and held it up, peering around the dank corridor. "Oh man, what the hell is this?" thunder rolled outside and the wall were lit up, shadows of dead trees silhouetted the walls and James was shocked to see other kids around him. He spotted a girl and his face lit up, "Oh my God! You're Claudia De Lane! I've seen your show!"

[Persona]

A slender figure walked down the hallow streets cursing to herself. The street lights where dim and that made it bad to see the hidden alley's, but good enough for rapist and serial killers to hide and snatch their victims. But Hazel was to mad to even realize it and therefor, had no fear. "That fucker! How there he say he'll take me out the club! How dare he try to punish me that way....ewwwwwwwwwww!" Hazel said as she tugged at her big orange backpack. She had made it to 'China's Finest', just in time to perform her big act. As she walked in the chrome double doors, people greeted her by her last name, which she hated. Hazel started walking to her dressing room, while her instructer was bitching at her for being late. All Hazel did was slam the door behind her and sat in frint of the drsser. "Damn it...shet up [I]Miss[/I] Shino, I'm gonna get ready so get lost!" Hazel said looking at her slightly pale skin. Man...I look kinda pale today....that's because my damn father made me walk! Just breathe in and forget...just breathe." said Hazel as she settled her orange backpack on the cherry oak dresser. She started unbottoning her white shirt and then she moved close to her zipper and unzipped her jeans. Hazel suddenly stopped and went to reach her backpack, until something cought her eye. She stared in to the mirror that was suppose to reflect her image, but instead something dead with red looking demon eyes stared back at her and she screamed and in that she vanished into thin air. ************ Hazels eyes had opened and stared into a dark dismal place that reaked of spoiled beer and old ciggerettes. She lifted her body up in a sitting position and began to rub her thighs. "Ouch! Sheeesh couldn't it had been in a rather softer landing. Ah man it reaks in here.....oh great I'm in a bar.....suits my image. Hummm it looks like this place has two floors....I guess I'm in the first floor. Oh and looky here I'm all alone!" Hazel said in frustration. She stood up and walked towards the old shabby wooden counter and sat ontop of it. All she did was stare, she wasn't able to comprehend what has happened.

[Che]

[font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=blue]Cindy sighed as she watched other people appear in the jail house. The noise had been a cat tipping over a garbage can, and so she felt as idiotic for suspecting something as when she was talking to Matthew. She sighed again, ignoring the other kids and got other her sketchbook and a pencil. [i]When I get back, this'll be my proof that I [b]was[/b] in fact here. [/i]She thought as she started to sketch the room.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=blue]"Claudia, could you move a bit?" She asked quietly, nearly finished with her drawing. "Wait a second, Claudia?" Cindy asked, now realizing the fact that she recognized the people she was stuck with. "Your name's Cindy, isn't it? Don't you clean my house?" Claudia asked. Cindy nodded as she put away her things. "Where are we?" Cindy asked. Claudia and the others shrugged. [i]Ok, lets see here. Claudia. Jacob. Sheldon. James. Why the hell are we all here?[/i] She thought.[/color][/size][/font]

[Venge]

Everything was dark...Matthew couldn't see a thing. The last thing he remembered was standing outside the mansion ans asking Cindy to go in with him. Then, everything went black. He slowly regained his eyesight back, finding himself on the bathroom floor of a bar. The scent of 3 day old piss and shit waffed through the air, making Matthew cringe and almost throw up.

He stumbled out of the bathroom, choking on the rancid oxygen in the bathroom, and he gasped for the fresh air outside of the bathroom. He looked up and seen a scared girl on the counter top. She looked down on him, as Matt looked up to her.

"Uh...who are you?"

[Engel]

[color=darkred][size=1]Jacob stood up, the filth of the floor clinging to his black shorts. He brushed it off, and felt his head again. More blood. He took the shirt off his head, and pitched it to the side. It wasn't painful, really, but it sure as hell was messy. Looking around, he tried to scope out some water or something he could clean himself off with. Nothing he could see.

[b]"Hey, guys. Guess we're in this hellhole together, neh? By the way, does anyone have something I can use for my head?"[/b] Jacob turned into the gleaming moonlight, the moon catching the blood in red beads, illuminating his head a crimson visage. [/size][/color]

[Neko]

[size=1][COLOR=DarkRed]Jessie glanced around for a moment, making sure no-one was watching. Slowly, he took out his lighter, flipped it open. The flame danced to life in an instant. He had had his little zippo for a while now, and had long since mastered all those quaint little tricks you can do, lighting them on your pants, as you open them, upside down, whatever. For a moment, he just stared at the flame. [i]Fire dances so beautifully...[/i]
Then he lit up a cigarrette from his pack. He only smoked it briefly, and after about a minute, he tossed it into the trash can. The can set ablaze within a few seconds. He watched the garbage crinkle and smoulder, then start ablaze. Laughing slightly, he turned around to leave the school, flipping the fire alarm on the way. By the time he had got to the front of the school and picked up his skateboard, there were already other kids running around out of the school. Seeing him, one of the girls ran up to him and asked somewhat comically, [B]"Did you pull an inferno again?!"[/B]
Jessie shrugged comically, hopped onto hisboard, and kickflipped the entire staircase. As he sped down the sidewalk, he reached for his CD player and flipped on [U]Breaking the Habit[/U]. He flipped open his 'cig case.
[B]"Shit!"[/B] he shouted, seeing that it was empty. He veered off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic, dodged between a few cars, and finally jumped back onto the curb on the opposite side of the road, right in front of the cigarrette shop (Lowest legal price!). He kicked up his skateboard, caught it, and reached for the door handle.

[CENTER]-Flash-[/CENTER]

[B]"Damnit!"[/B] he shouted, before crashing into something hard, blacking out. He woke up, and tried to get up. he couldn't. Suddenly he realized that his arm was caught under s familiar looking girl's leg. Also, he realized ironically, his right leg was twisted somewhat inconveniently through one of the stools. He would now correct his unfortunate position, he decided.
[B]GET THE HELL OFF MY ARM!"[/B] he shouted. The girl jumped up in response with a slight yelp. Jessie then used both of his free arms to yank his leg out from under the stool. He stood up awkwardly, flicking a cigarrette butt out of his hair. [i]Well, there are cigs here, at least...where am I?[/i] he wondered. Then he noticed that there was also another boy in the room. [i]So, there's me, this girl, and that guy over there, huh?[/i]
[B]"Okay, what the fuck is going on here?!"[/B] he demanded, glaring at the two.
[B]"I dunno..."[/B] the girl replied uncertainly.
[B]"Search me,"[/B] the boy added, shrugging.
[B]"Well, has anyone here at least got a cig I could borrow?"[/B] Jessie asked, irritated.
The boy picked a half-smoked cigarrette off an extremely dusty table and held it out like a fish that had recently gone belly-up. [B]"This good?"[/B]
[B]"Just, never mind,"[/B] Jessie muttered, rubbing his forehead.[/COLOR][/size]

[Raiyuu]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed]The others had all started talking amongst themselves, and it was the inane banter Sheldon had expected: [B]"Where are we?"[/B]; [B]"How did we get here?"[/B]; [B]"Hey, I know you from school"[/B]. [B][I]Pathetic,[/I][/B] Sheldon thought to himself, staring contemptuously at the other kids, [B][I]talking about it won't find the answers.[/I][/B]

Ironically, as he mentally criticised them, he also knew he was going to have to talk to them eventually. They'd all materialised in the corridor, but of course Sheldon had had the bad luck to appear in a locked jail cell. The padlock and chain holding the bars closed looked rusty, but they were both huge and still looked solid enough to withstand anything Sheldon's feeble muscles could subject them to. He'd never had cause to attract attention to himself before. All he knew about other people was how to help them ignore him. He decided the best course of action was probably to sit there and wait for someone to notice his predicament, and hope they were they wishy-washy type that got some sort of kick out of helping others.

The four in the corridor all seemed to know each other. The yellow-haired girl was acting all subservient to the other one, and she herself was preening to one of the boys, who looked as if he'd just met a movie star or something -

Sheldon's pontifications were interrupted by a rattling, clanking sound, like metal scraping on stone. Looking around slowly, he saw that that was exactly what it was - the heavy cast-iron manacles bolted to the walls, floor and ceiling were all straining towards him like he was a magnet or something! They'd all sprung open and were gaping at him like hungry mouths. He yanked his foot away just in time as one snapped at him, shutting with enough force to shatter his ankle. He backed away, breath coming in ragged gasps, pushing himself hard against the bars separating him from the corridor. In this position none of the manacles could quite reach him, and he was about to breath a sigh of relief when he noticed some of the links in the rusty chains were bending outwards, on the verge of parting. If the chains snapped, the manacles would fly straight at him and...

[B]"Erm..."[/B] Sheldon turned his head to face the others, none of whom seemed to have noticed his predicament, and swallowed his pride and fear.

[B]"Er ... a little help here?"[/B][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Venge]

Matthew stared at Jessie and Hazel for a few seconds before standing up, shifting around his kendo stick that was strapped to his back. He walked around the bar, studying the structure and texture of the building.

'Pretty sturdy...' He thought.
"Hey, we're in a bar, right?" Jessie asked.
"I guess so." Hazel replied.
"We should be. There are beer ads and neon lights around.." Matt said.

Matt walked to the door and tryed to open it. It stayed shut as if something was pressing up against it.

"GRAH!"

Matt drew his kendo stick and smashed the front door window. He looked outside and saw that something was set up against the door to keep them from getting out.

"Well, we're stuck in here for a while..."

He sheathed his kendo stick and took a seat at a nearby stool, closing his eyes.

[Persona]

Hazel watched Matt effertlessy trying to find a way out until she noticed one thing about herself. "Oh shit!" Hazel said as she jumped behind the broken down counter. Both boys stared at her and wondered if she was ok. She had forgotten that her blouse was unbottoned and her pants were undone. She cursed herself for having such a bad day. Once Hazel was done, she immediatly lifted herself back on the counter and got off to the otherside. Hazel reached for her orange backback that had been thrown on the dusty floor when she landed in the bar. "Well lets see.....Ah I have snacks! Good cuz I sure am hungy as hell....huh<<_>>." Hazel said as she looked at the two. She was bitchy when it came to sharing food, so it was a kinda hard decision for her. But then she gracefully offered her snacks to Jessie and Matt. Matt was he only one who refused, but it didn't bother her. "damn...so we're trapped in this shit hole of a place......" Jessie said in an aggitated voice. "So it seems....damn we have to find a way to get out and fast." Matt said desperatly. "Well I have my metal chinese fan....maybe I can use that to slice through something." Hazel said in a suggestive tone.

[Neko]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed]Jessie decided to check out the place. Even if he couldn't find an exit, he was sure to stumble across some...[I]stuff[/I] while searching. Of course, being a straight and rational thinker, he made a straight, rational line to the storage room. [B]"Woah!"[/B] he said, surprised, as he looked at the dates of some of the liquor. [B]"Some of this stuff's over a hundred years old!"[/B] [I]Just a sip,[/I] he told himself, [I]it could be poisoned or something...[/I]

Lucky thing Jessie took really big 'sips'.

[B]"Hey, this stuff's pretty good! Kinda salty...thst's odd, and a little thick, but it's pretty good!"[/B] He muttered. [B]"I wonder what brand this is...I might recognize it..."[/B] Checking the label under the light of his zippo, his eyes narrowed as he realized what he had just finished.
[B]"What the...human blood?! What the hell!"[/B] He tossed the glass, which smashed against the wall with a red splash. He bent over and hurled. [B]"What the hell kind of bar [I]is[/I] this...?"[/B] he muttered weakly, wiping the slimy vomit off his mouth.
He reached for the doorknob, but it was jammed. He took a few steps back, then threw himself against the door, but it didn't budge an inch. There was absolutely no way to get out. [B]"Great..."[/B] he mumbled, sliding to the floor. It was blacker than night out, so he fumbled around for his lighter. He flicked it open, watching it flare. [B]"At least I've got [I]you[/I]..." [/b]he whispered in a melancholy tone. A breath of wind blew through his hair. [I]What?! There aren't any windows in here![/I] he thought. [I]Hey..windows...that's it! That's how we'll get out![/I]
He didn't even notice himself fall asleep. All he knew was that as his eyes snapped open, it was bright. Too bright. He picked himself up and realized why he smelled smoke. His lighter lay there, amidst the blaze that it had started while he had passed out. He picked it up carefully, so as not to get burned. [I]How could you betray me?![/I] he silently asked his only real care in life, the little zippo. He returned his attention to the blaze. He couldn't douse it waith anything in the room; all the alcoholic beverages would just light up, making it worse.
He began to frantically hammer on the door, screaming. [B]"Hey! Anyone! Get me the hell out of here!"[/B] he shouted. He turned to rest his head on the door, watching the burning sea. [B]"So, this is it, then? Killed off by my own flame? How ironic..."[/B]
Extremely ironic. He laughed maniacally at it.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Venge]

Matt poked his eyes around the main room as Hazel fiddled with her metal fan. He took a deep breath to relax, but something in the air was not supposed to be there.

"Hey, you smell that?" Matt asked Hazel.
She breathed in. "Yeah..it smells like.....SMOKE!"

Hazel and Matt quickly jumped up and began the search for the smokes origin. As she rounded a bend, Hazel spotted a door with smoke coming out from under it.

"HEY! I FOUND THE SMOKE!" She yelled.

Matt came running and spotted the door as well. He reached for the door but Hazel smacked his hand away.

"Don't touch the door knob if there is a fire behind it!"
"Oh..yeah.."

The two heard Jessies cry for help as they stood there. Then, Matt had an idea.

"What if we kick the door down or use your fan to slice it down?"
"Good idea!"

Matt took a few long steps back and then took a run towards the door. Just as he reached it, he thrust his left foot at the middle of it, in hopes of kicking it down.

[Neko]

Jessie heard something in between the snapping, burning, killing fire. He pressed his ear against the door. "Maybe I could try to kick the door down!" came a voice. It's that Matt kid! Jessie realized. They must've found me! He quickly backed away from the door, just in case Matt was strong enough to kick in the door. He heard a dull thud, and the door jiggled a bit, but it didn't fall down. He also heard the subsequential "OW!" coming from the other side of the door. "Good luck kicking this thing down, guys...I've already tried ramming it a bunch!" he shouted above the roar of the flames. Keep it together...he thought, Materials! What do we have available to use? He started frantically searching through his trenchcoat pockets. A half-dozen empty 'cig cases...damn, I need to find a 'cig store if I get through this...My zippo...yeah, I don't really think that could be of any use right now...My CD player...I wonder how the batteries are doing...A folded up picture...whoa! How'd that get there?! "Hey, Matt! Is that Hazel girl with you?!" Jessie shouted. "Yeah!" came the response. "Okay, Hazel! Were you serious about what you said about that metal fan of yours? About slicing stuff up with it?" A crazy plan, Jessie knew. But there, his entire life had been one giant stream of crazy ideas, so why not? "Yeah, but I don't think I could actually cut through a door with it..." Hazel said from outside. "That's okay, Hazel! I just need you to get into the wood a bit. Make a box about...ummm...about one-and-a-half feet by three feet." He hoped it would be enough. "try to get in about two inches or so!" There was a distinguished sound of wood getting carved up from the outside. He'd have to give her some time to get it done. But how much time to I have to give? The flames crept slowly up the floor towards him. To make matters worse, he was running out of breathable air. The smoke filled the room, and Jessie started coughing, unable to breathe through the thick, acrid smog. "Okay, what should we do now?" came a voice from outside. "Just *cough* try kicking that *cough* spot again, Matt!" "I'm on it!" Maybe it would work...maybe a few inches would make the door just weak enough. Maybe...maybe... Jessie's eyes closed, and he collapsed onto the floor, coughing. :faint:

[Che]

[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=blue]Cindy blinked. She never realized the cells were locked, but the important matter at hand was to get Sheldon out before the chain slipped. She looked around and grabbed a leg from one of the broken stools at a desk. "Watch out!" She cried as she ran towards to cell and jump-kicked the door open.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=blue]Sheldon had ducked just in time: Cindy had swung the stool just as the chains slipped, causing all them to veer off course, and hit the cement wall. She winced, though, as some of the chain links flew all over, a few hitting her and digging into her enough to break her skin. "You ok?" She asked Sheldon, completly ignoring the pain. [i]Luis gives me a lot worse 'injuries' when we 'play.'[/i] She thought in a sarcastic tone.[/color][/size][/font]

[Engel]

[color=white][size=1][b]"Oh yeah, ok whatever..."[/b] Jacob sighed. No one gave a shit about him. As he looked around the palled walls, he saw Cindy and Sheldon. Her back was bleeding, and his head had stopped. Jacob walked over to her, and tore of a strip of his shirt that had already been torn, started to tear another off when he asked, [b]"Are you OK?"[/b] He tied the strips together, looked at his shirt. It didn't matter, because he knew-from experiance-that even the smallest cuts can get really nasty and infected. Looking at Sheldon, he realized that he hadn't noticed him with a pang of guilt. As the dirty cell was lit in the light of the moon, he saw bodies of small rodents and other things laied in a star shape, the blood forming the outside. Jacob shivered, and told Sheldon, [b]"Did you know you were that near [i]that[/i]?"[/b] Jacob realized it was some sort of Satanic Ritual. A small figure lay in the middle, bite marks visible on the neck, arms, and legs. It was a small boy.[/color][/size]

[Raiyuu]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]In the gloom of the jailhouse, it not being a building naturally inclined to have large windows, Sheldon had failed to notice the shape the debris on the floor had made. And somehow he'd been too preoccupied with getting out of the cell and not being eaten by possessed manacles to notice what was obviously a human sacrifice.

As the body drew his attention the others in the jail seemed to disappear, become part of the background. Even with his obsession with death and photographing it, Sheldon had never actually had the privilege of capturing a real dead human being before. As if in a trance, he advanced towards the pentagram, stepping carefully over the now-quiescent manacles. His hands crept to his camera.

[B]"Erm ... Sheldon?"[/B] Cindy's voice seemed muffled, as if by a wall of something between them ... no, more like there was a howling wind snatching her words away. And in fact, Sheldon realised, he [I]could[/I] hear a howling wind, and hidden in it a voice full of power whispering words of some infernal language in his ear.

The camera moved almost of its own accord to Sheldon's eye. The wind grew louder, and the whisper became a murmur became a monotonous drone became a shout, yelling words at Sheldon that he didn't understand but sensed the power and pure evil within.

[B]"Sheldon, I don't think you should ..."[/B] Cindy's voice was inaudible now, and he shut it out just as he was ignoring the overpowering sense of evil he felt as he stepped over the line of blood forming the sigil to get a better angle of the child. It was pale, bloodless almost, and there were semicircular red dotted lines like toothmarks at various points all over the body.

[B]"SHELDON! NOOO!"[/B]

[I]Flash![/I]

As the shutter clicked and the flashbulb flared, all the sounds in Sheldon's head ceased abruptly. The LCD screen on top of the camera read [B]11[/B], showing he had eleven pictures left. And it felt different. A little heavier, maybe? And was there a slight malevolent red glint around the lens?

Sheldon turned to Cindy, who was panting after shouting her lungs out at him.

[B]"What?"[/B] he asked innocently.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ezekiel]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]"Talk about freaky...." James muttered, camera lens clearly centred on Claudia's chest.
"I mean, who photographs dead bodies? Warm flesh is a lot better if you ask me..." he trailed off, lowering the camera for a moment and raising an eyebrow at Sheldon?s gleaming camera.

Cindy shot a dirty look at James, scowling at him, "You're such a pervert, you know?"
James returned her scowl with a look of absolute innocence, taking up his camera and switching to infrared mode, video taping the jail cell.

He centred on Sheldon?s camera and coughed, peering into his view finder closely, adjusting his glasses,

"What's up?" asked Jacob, leaning over the other boys shoulder. He looked just as perplexed as James did at what he saw.

"Hmm, are cameras supposed to give off that sort of heat?" James looked away from his camera and turned his grey eyes to Sheldon,
"I think you should...put the camera down..."[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[DDG]

Claudia smiled slightly. Her work as a sort of, porn superstar on the internet had given her reknowned fame with all of the teenage boys and men whom had viewed her shows and watched her videos. It had given her attention, the only thing that she truly had wanted throughout her life. It was even now giving her the attention of her fellow peer, James and his camera. Then seeing that James had redirected his view towards Sheldon, she frowned but glanced over at him as well. She focused on the camera and noticed the eerie red glow around its lens. "I think you should...put the camera down..." James said to him. Sheldon merely shook his head. "This is a once in a lifetime shot. If I put my camera down I could lose this magnificient photo." he answered and snapped another photo of the sacrifice from a different angle. "You're an odd one. Who in their right mind would enjoy taking pictures of a ritualistic sacrifice?" Claudia scowled, obviously annoyed with the lack of attention towards herself. Cindy glanced at her before speaking, "Enough of this bickering. Why don't we get out of here? The whole jail thing is starting to freak me out." she suggested, heading towards the door. "Yeah, lets get out of here before something even more freaky happens." Jacob added and hurried after Cindy. Claudia watched as James and Sheldon followed afterwards, taking a few last looks around the jail. Claudia looked over at the shackles hanging on the walls of the cells and noticed that they seemed to be moving slightly and making "hissing" noises. She gave them a puzzled look before scurrying to catch up with the others. Directly after stepping out of the doorway into the jail, the door slammed shut and the clicking of the lock could be heard. The other four turned around and glanced at Claudia and the door for a moment. "Well, I guess we wont be going back in there." she stated and sheepishly smiled. James shrugged. "I don't think I would have gone back in if I had wanted to anyway." he stated before turning back around to face the group. Claudia frowned again and pushed her way into the middle of the group. "Well, where to now?" she questioned. Sheldon shrugged. "Anywhere in this town would probably be a great place for some pictures..." he noted, pointing out the splashes of old blood all over the buildings, the broken windows and doors, and the complete dreariness of the entire town. Jacob glanced at the building across the street. "Hey, a bar!" he shouted and ran over towards the bar. Upon reaching the door, he wrenched the metal pole beneath the door handle and tossed it aside before dashing into the building. "Wow, now that was fast." Cindy mumbled before following him cautiously inside. Claudia nodded in agreement. "Yeah, maybe he should be a marathon runner or something." she added and followed Cindy towards the entrance to the bar. James grinned and pulled out his camera. He placed it over his eye and filmed Claudia as she walked away, before he filmed the rest of the town for a moment and walked into the bar, directly after Claudia.

[DragonBlood]

Ok, so Im the late one...deal with it...Got to work fast...


James was sitting at his desk, sleeping...when he came to he was siting in a little room, "What the??" He stood and looked around quick like..."Hello?"

He stept outside and saw three people...two guys and a chick..."I know her...I think." He was standing on a landing above a bar, he begain to walk down the stairs...

Crack...

the step snaped, James fell hit his head, and landed on the bar...

"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned.

[Raiyuu]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed][B][I]Ten exposures left. I'll have to be a little more conservative. But it was worth it for the shots of the sacrifice.[/I][/B]

Everyone was moving to the bar. It even looked like there were [I]more[/I] people in there. Sheldon surreptitiously peeled off from the others. They'd tried to make him abandon his camera.

The street was dingy and it was starting to rain. Sheldon looked around for somewhere to shelter that wasn't the bar or the now mysteriously locked jailhouse. There were large red crosses on a couple of the doors, and he started toward one of those, intrigued; but then he looked [I]up,[/I] and saw ... The Mansion.

It was up on a hill, a zig-zag path running up through the jagged rocks. The moon was just rising behind its turrets and spires, and it appeared completely black, a sinister silhouette against a sky scored by forked lightning.

The camera lifted his hand. It was drawn to the Mansion like a diving rod to water. Slowly, Sheldon began to take a step towards the hill.

[I]Crash![/I]

The sound of metal on concrete jarred Sheldon out of his trance, and he turned jumpily to see a large black cat with iridescent green eyes that glowed in the half-light. It had knocked over a dustbin. He remembered hearing a similar sound while in the jailhouse; it must have been out there then, scavenging for scraps.

Sheldon raised his camera. It wasn't dead, but it interested him. The whispering in his head began again, just as it had when he took the second picture of the dead child.

The cat turned and ran silently into the building next to the jail. Cheated of another photo, Sheldon lowered the camera - the whispering subsided - and ran after it into the building. It looked to be a bank, but no one was there and the vault door gaped open. The cat was heading that way, and Sheldon followed.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Neko]

Fire. It burned all around him. It burned in his mind. Even now, Jessie tossed in his subconsciousness. Flames lanced across his existance, blackening his flesh. Demons danced around him as he burned. He felt the heat. It was so real...he writhed in pain. His senses blurred for a moment as a thought intruded on him: And I...and I play with this all the time...? Yes, that was it. Fire had been his life. Now it was his death. Fate has a sick, twisted sense of humor. Somewhere very far off, he heard a dull thud, beating over and over again. The demons around him began to chant and, he saw as he opened his eyes in terror, a greater being emerged from the mad blaze. A large red figure stepped forward, brief flames flaring from it's nostrils as it breathed. It held up a clawed hand, and the imps halted in their chanting. It stepped forward to him, and as it did so, the inferno raging all around bent toward it, like the creature was some kind of fire magnet. The faint thudding ceased. It's body towered above Jessie's, and as he looked up, he saw great red eyes glaring down at him with the intensity of a million suns. When he looked into those eyes, the crazed fire didn't burn him so badly...he had to look at the creature to avoid being incinerated. As he gazed thoughtlessly into it's eyes, he breathed heavily. "...Mas...ter...?" Master...you have done something wonderful. Thank you for giving me the gift of death. Now I may truly be greater, now I may ascend to power...among your people... his mind droned on, worshipping the great devil, lord of the damned, lord of fire. The great god of Hell laughed harshly at him, and roared in demonic tongue: It is not your time. Begone! And out of it's mouth poured a massive stream of molten lava, flowing over all Jessie's body. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Jessie screamed, his eyes snapping open as he awoke. He threw a body off of him. Matt crashed into one of the rotted tables adorning the main room of the bar. Jessie looked down at himself. The fire hadn't even touched him. "A dream...it was all...just a dream..." he whispered to himself. "Ugh, what the hell was that for, man?!" Matt muttered irately as he got up from the table, rubbing his head from the crash. "Matt...? What...what happened?" Jessie asked, holding his head in his hands. Out of the corner of one of his eyes, he saw Hazel standing off to one side of the room. "Well, that little sqaure cut trick of yours worked, and then Hazel had me crawl in to get you. The fire made a sort of circle around you, like it didn't want to touch you or something. Then, when I dragged you out, the flames just sorta...died, you know? It was really wierd. How'd you start that fire, anyways?" "Ummm...Not with this little zippo lighter...?" Jessie replied, holding up his zippo. At that moment, another group of kids walked into the bar through the door he hadn't been able to get through. Jessie made a wide, beckoning gesture to all of them as they walked in, and addressed them sarcastically. "Welcome to our little hellhole of a bar! May I take your order?!"

[Che]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=navy][color=purple]Ci[/color][color=purple]ndy sighed, knowing that it wasn't the time for jokes after what had just happened. "Yeah, you can get me the hell out of here, and back in my house with my damn brothers." She said. Everyone looked at her but then shook her head. Cindy looked around, taking in the indentities of the new group. "Matt!" She cried, running over to him. "You ok?" She asked. Matt nodded. "What about you?" He asked her, noticing the torn shirt Jacob had used as a bandage. "No more than usual. I've had plenty worse." She explained, putting a fake smile on.[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=purple][i]Not true. THese cuts are starting to hurt really bad. I've never felt anything like this. I've been cut by plenty of things. Jordan had cut me with a rusty pair of scissors that didn't hurt like this, yet the cut was huge. I don't like this...[/i] Cindy thought, oviously not knowing that her fake cheery smile had gone away, and that she was actually wincing with pain. "Cindy?" Claudia asked. Cindy lifted up her shirt a little to inspect the cuts, and nearly screamed. The area around each cut was turning a strange shade of green.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Arial][size=1][color=#000080]Yeah, that was mostly from a 1980's horror movie or something. It [i]would[/i] fit in with that genre, I bet. =P[/color][/size][/font]