JJ Posted April 16, 2005 Share Posted April 16, 2005 After the world turned into the 21st century, the world also began to see change. Gone were the days of TV?s, VCRs, house phones, and CD players. Their replacements, the plasma screen, DVD player, cell phone, and MP3 player all showed the advancement of human intelligence. There came a cost of course. 2005, sometime in May?. I was walking down the street. It was a normal enough day. I had just finished with my plans for the day, and I was walking home. I had my headphones in my ear, and the newest single from a band I liked was blaring. I didn?t have a care in the world, and I could have died happy right then, of course, now, I probably would have preferred to die. As I passed my friend David?s house, my headphones began to give off static. I pulled my iRiver out of my pocket, and checked the screen. The song title and band?s name scrolled across the screen, and the headphones were brand new, so I couldn?t figure out what the problem was. I stopped the player, and took I was about to pull my headphones out when the static started up again. I stopped walking, and pulled out my player again. I checked the screen, but it was blank, so I went to take my headphones out. That?s the first time I heard the voice. [I]?Death?.?[/I] It said, sending shivers down my spine. I looked around, hoping to find something standing behind me, or at least a shadow fleeing into the alley. All I saw was the wind rustling a tree. The voice spoke again, [I]?is??[/I] At this point, I was freaked out, so I started to walk again, picking up my pace. As the voice started again, I realized I had my headphones in, so I quickly took them out. The voice beat me to the punch and finished, [I]?coming.?[/I] I gasped aloud, although I have no idea why. I ran for my house, opened the door, and slammed it shut. I had no idea at the time where the voice had come from, but I felt safe in my house. I would never feel like that again. Info This will be an RPG that will not only your test your ability at writing, but also your ability to write about things you couldn?t even dream about. The big thing about this RPG is that your character is slowly going insane. The things the voice is telling them will drive them insane. They may be able to fake it on the outside, they may not be able to, but the point is, this RPG is about trying to stay sane, even in the darkness. Signup If you got this far, then you obviously are interested. I?ll only be taking three other people besides myself, and if I get more than three signups, I?ll pick the best. I?m gonna need [B]Name:[/B] (Try to keep it with the continent you live on) [B]Age:[/B] (15-19) [B]Sex:[/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] (Pictures are fine) [B]Continent you live on:[/B] [B]The thing you?re being haunted through:[/B] (Cell phone or MP3 player?) [B]Character Snipit:[/B] (I would really love this to about the first time your character hears the voice. But if you want to do something else, it?s cool) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Guest Sean Posted April 16, 2005 Share Posted April 16, 2005 [SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Sean Lithum [B]Age[/B]: 17 [B]Sex[/B]: Male [b]Appearance[/B]: -In Progress- [B]Continent you live on[/B]: Europe [B]The thing you?re being haunted through[/B]: MP3 Player [b]Character Snippet[/B]: The streets, hustling and bustling, the sun shining light through the broken clouds, and me, walking down the pavement, and I?d just bought two CD?s from the local records store. Marilyn Manson, to be specific, that?s not the name of the store if you?re wondering, no, no it isn?t. The store is called ?3rd Base? and it?s a nice place, usually calming me down, but it was so busy outside. I felt like screaming, screaming to get you, him, out of this head of mine. I cry into my pillows, trying to get to sleep is horrible, all I ever see, hear is you, him, why won?t you leave, but music drowns you out, I like music, it helps me. The suffocation isn?t exactly my cup of tea either, I?ve been called on suicide watch because my mum caught me trying to self-harm, it?s all your fault, all your fault, but you won?t leave me, this room, so small for the both of us, looking into soul deep, I see nothing but hatred, all filled by you. My life wasn?t this way though, was it? No it wasn?t, not until you came into my life, you came in and tore me away from me. I?m not myself, I?m you and me, never just me, both of us. At the beginning I liked the person to talk to, but it isn?t fun when you tell me to do stuff. Like that time in school, no wonder I had no friends after that, they all knew I wasn?t me, and then they learned, everyone of them, they all got told, and it was all your fault, yes it was, all of your fault, I couldn?t help myself, but it was still all your fault. Now, avoided walking down the street, walking down a hallway in school, I?m surprised they even allow me in that little ****-state of a school. Obvious they hate me, but I guess they can?t say no because of that, they?ve even stopped talking to me at all, even when they see, clearly, bluntly, that I have my earphones in, and they play really loud I can tell you, yes I can, really loud, everyone else stares at me, but I can?t hear what they?re saying, no I can?t, and it?s perfect. Now leave me, I need to get 12 hours sleep every day, that?s what they told me to do, that?s what they said, but they?ll never know, they?ll never know?[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Sakura Posted April 17, 2005 Share Posted April 17, 2005 [b][color=Black]OOC: [/color][/b][color=Black]Yay, you got it up! Done, let me know for changes. [color=Navy] [/color][/color][color=Navy][b]Name:[/b] Sakura Hiwatari [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Sex: [/b]Female [b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img91.exs.cx/img91/4927/ai9yl.jpg"]Here[/url], keep the goggles, she wears [/color][color=Navy]long black pants made of leathery material and a tight black top with long sleeves that she keeps folded just above her elbow.[/color] [color=Navy] [b]Continent you live on:[/b] Asia [b]The thing you?re being haunted through:[/b] [url="http://k-tai.impress.co.jp/cda/static/image/2004/06/01/p900iv_or.jpg"]Cell Phone[/url], its navy blue with silver bits [b]Character Snipit:[/b] It was a good day, I'd just finished my day of school and I was happy, I, Sakura Hiwatari was happy, that was a surprise to everyone, even to me. I'd amazingly passed my three tests that I had done previously and I had no assignments or homework for the weekend. Japan was a beautiful place to be at Spring time, that's when all the sakuras bloomed and there would be sakura viewings. The sakura is my favourite type of flower, after all, it shares the same name as me. I decided to go to the park because it has beautiful sakuras and I want to photograph them. So here I am, standing in the park surrounded by sakura trees. I pull out my phone and use the camera section to take photos of the falling petals. I heard the ringtone of my phone and looked at the caller ID, it was one of my friends so I answered. [b]"Hey Cass." [/b]I greeted. [b]"Sa...k..ra....you....." [/b]I was troubled, the phone was breaking up and there was lots of static. [b]"Cass, I can't hear you, you're breaking up." "......" [/b]there was the sound of static and heavy breathing. I took the phone from my ear and looked at it, replacing it. [b]"Cass? You there?" [/b]I questioned. Then I could hear it, there was a deep raspy voice on the other line. [i][b]"It's....coming....." [/b][/i]I shivered and asked who this was, the person didn't reply, just saying, [i][b]"It's....coming....." [/b][/i][b]"What? What's coming?" [/b]I demanded. [i][b]"It's....coming.....Death!" [/b][/i]the raspy voice said, then there was a click, the person had hung up. I closed my phone and I was visibly trembling. My phone rang again and I looked at the caller ID, it was Cassie again. I carefully picked up the phone. [b]"Hello?" [/b]I answered tentatively. [b] "Hey Sakura, its me, Cassie. Sorry about earlier, my phone got cut off.....What's wrong?" [/b]she asked, sensing the fear and caution in my voice. [b]"N-Nothing, what's up, Cass?" [/b]I said, becoming myself again, but I couldn't get the voice out of my head. [i][b]"It's....coming.....Death!"[/b][/i] [/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Who Am I? Posted April 18, 2005 Share Posted April 18, 2005 Name: Mark Palma Age: 18 Sex: Male Appearance: [B][URL=http://animevisions.net/Pictures/guys/kouki.jpg]Click[/URL] [/B] Continent you live on: North America The thing you?re being haunted through: Cell Phone Character Snipit: [B]I walked through the streets on New York. I had just finish working at the resturant where I'm the waiter. I had a crappy day today and I wasn't in the mood for anything. I ditched school today and my boss got pissed off at me for no reason. I thought I would have gone isane if I had a day like this ever again, but I kept my cool. My cell phone began to ring and I looked at it. The number was blocked, I thought it was a prank call so I decided not to pick it up. It stopped for awhile and it rung again. I looked at it again but the number was blocked. I decided to pick up my phone before I got mad again.[/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello?"[/COLOR] [I]"......."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello? Is anybody there?"[/COLOR] [I]".....I'm coming..."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello? Who is this?"[/COLOR] [I]"I'm coming...."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"Who the ******* is this?"[/COLOR] [B]Heavy breathing could be heard on the other line. [/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello? I demand to know who this is!"[/COLOR] [B]I hung up the phone. I guess I did get mad. A few seconds later my phone rung again.[/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Who is this!!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Purple]"Young man don't yell over the phone!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy][I]Oh crap, it was my mother...[/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=Purple]"You better not hang up. I tell you...You better get your a** back here this instant, you hear me! COME HOME!!!!"[/COLOR] [B]I hung up and I decided to do what my mother told me to do. [/B] [COLOR=Navy][I]Damn...I bet I'm in deep trouble. Good going, Mark.[/I][/COLOR] [B]The phone rung. I flinched. I got a bit mad but I picked it up.[/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello?"[/COLOR] [I]"I'm coming...to get you..."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"It's you!!!! You better tell-----"[/COLOR] [B]I heard a click on the other line and I knew that person hung up. [/B] [COLOR=Navy][I]Damn that guy. Who is he? [/I] [/COLOR] [B]I act like I didn't care who he was but inside I was a bit freaked out at what he said.[/B] [I]I'm coming to get you....[/I] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Corey Posted April 20, 2005 Share Posted April 20, 2005 [size=1][b]Name:[/b] Corey Roos [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] Corey stands at 6' 2", has medium length light brown hair, small glasses that are pretty scratched up, and stretched earlobes on each ear (usually with a bamboo earring in them). Corey has a scruff of hair on his chin and a tattoo of the Irish flag o his left inner forearm. He wears a ball bearing necklace around his neck with a plain sterling silver ring on it. He usually dresses in a pair of worn and torn bluejeans with old broken-in beige sneakers. His shirt is usually some random fall-colored solid with one of his white work shirts over it. [b]Continent you live on:[/b] North America (Milwaukee, WI United States) [b]The thing you?re being haunted through:[/b] MP3 Player [b]Character Snipit:[/b] [b]Corey-[/b] "Jesus Christ... How much longer is this crap going to take?" Corey leaned back in his chair and rubbed at his eyes, glancing at a friend next to him. They were attending an in-school financial aid seminar and he was bored out of his mind. College loomed in the future. He had a good amount of money in the bank, but not nearly enough. His attention should be focused on the person speaking, but it was hot in there. No damn ventilation in the auditorium... He wiped at his brow and tried to focus on the current slide that was being projected on the screen. Something about FAFSA... He slid out of his chair and stood to leave, but was stopped by one of the Assistant Principals. [b]Mrs. Allison-[/b] "Back to your seat. There's still another ten minutes or so." He groaned and sat back down into the moist wooden chair. The room was starting to reek of sweat and under-deoderanted underclassmen. He took out his earbuds and slipped them on, slickly plugging them into his little MP3 player. He looked over his shoulder and watched the AP scolding another student for trying to leave. He put the volume on a loud enough level to drown out the speaker and all the other noise, and turned on Pink Floyd's [u]Dark Side Of The Moon[/u]. He skipped the first few and landed on the song [u]Time[/u]. [b]Corey-[/b] "Wake me up when it'd over, Kurt." He nudged his friend and got a nod in return. Corey sunk in his chair, trying to get semi comfortable in the stifling room. The familiar alarm clocks started pouring out of the headphones, and Corey drifted off to a heat induced doze. The soothing music eased his nerves and seemed to cool the room off. So much had been going on lately. Working a lot. So much school work. College crap. Family problems. He slid his hand into his pocket and touched his little metal pipe. Drugs made him feel better. Marijuana only. Nothing more serious than that. He enjoyed the calming effect pot had on him. It made him mellow. It made him agreeable. It kept him in check. His hand also bumped a pack of Camel cigarettes. He'd like to have one of those right now. The music fizzled out. Corey opened his eyes and looked around. He charged the battery last night. It couldn't be dead already. He slipped it out of his pocket and brought up the status screen. Battery was charged. The song was still playing. He unplugged the headphones and inspected the cord. It was ok... He put the plug back into his MP3 player and turned up the volume all the way. Faint static could be heard, almost like screaming turned to a very low level. Corey scrunched up his face and strained to listen over the constant chattering of the financial aid lady. [b]??-[/b] "Ahhahahaha...." Corey's face blanched. [b]Corey-[/b] "What the ****..." He pressed the buds deeper into his ear and received a burst of static that sounded like a few dozen people screaming at once. "Ahhh!" He gripped his ears and a hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up, still holding his ears, at the AP. [b]Mrs. Allison-[/b] "You have less than two minutes, be quiet!" He nodded and slipped down into his chair. Putting the buds back into his ears. [b]??-[/b] "That was a close one Corey. Best not to act so rashly again...." The voice paused and a bit of the song played in the background. "We're watching you, Mr. Roos. Be careful." The bell rang, and Corey stayed in his seat for a minute, pondering what had just transpired. Kurt gave him a punch and Corey stood up. Time for work... But what the hell was that?[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... JJ Posted April 20, 2005 Author Share Posted April 20, 2005 [Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Name: Daniel Vasquez Age: 15 Sex: Male Appearance: -Working on it- Continent you live on: South America (Guatemala City, Guatemala) The thing you?re being haunted through: MP3 player Character Snipit: I was walking down the street. It was a normal enough day. I had just finished with my plans for the day, and I was walking home. I had my headphones in my ear, and the newest single from a band I liked was blaring. I didn?t have a care in the world, and I could have died happy right then, of course, now, I probably would have preferred to die. As I passed my friend David?s house, my headphones began to give off static. I pulled my iRiver out of my pocket, and checked the screen. The song title and band?s name scrolled across the screen, and the headphones were brand new, so I couldn?t figure out what the problem was. I stopped the player, and took I was about to pull my headphones out when the static started up again. I stopped walking, and pulled out my player again. I checked the screen, but it was blank, so I went to take my headphones out. That?s the first time I heard the voice. ?[I]Death?.[/I]? It said, sending shivers down my spine. I looked around, hoping to find something standing behind me, or at least a shadow fleeing into the alley. All I saw was the wind rustling a tree. The voice spoke again, ?[I]is?[/I]? At this point, I was freaked out, so I started to walk again, picking up my pace. As the voice started again, I realized I had my headphones in, so I quickly took them out. The voice beat me to the punch and finished, ?[I]coming.[/I]? I gasped aloud, although I have no idea why. I ran for my house, opened the door, and slammed it shut. I had no idea at the time where the voice had come from, but I felt safe in my house. I would never feel like that again. [B]OOC[/B]: Just thought I'd put up my singup, and give you all this tid bit of info. Signups are closing on [B]Saturday[/B]. If anyone wants to signup, then please have your singups in by then. Other than that, things are looking good.[/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Skye Posted April 20, 2005 Share Posted April 20, 2005 [size=1][b]Name:[/b] Cameron (Camster) Autsin [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] [url= http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/39-4.htm]Cassie[/url] [b]Continent you live on:[/b] North America (New York, New York, USA) [b]Character Snipit:[/b] It was so dark. Cameron couldn?t see properly. Walking, just walking, not exactly sure where she was. Her foot ran into something, and she crouched, feeling. Her brow creased in confusion as she knelt next to her mother?s prone body. She shook her gently, hoping to wake her. ?[b]Mami? Mami, get up.[/b]? The woman on the ground near Cameron didn?t move. In confusion, Cameron shook the woman again. She gasped sharply as she realized that the flesh beneath the clothing was cold. In disbelief she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face, and she shook the woman again. ?[b]Mami, please! Get up![/b]? ?[b]Your mother isn?t getting up, little girl.[/b]? Cameron looked up sharply, mouth open in fear and awe. ?[b]Who are you? What did you do to her?[/b]? Standing near her was a man; his face, what he was wearing, was undeterminable. But his eyes, large, black, and sinister, stared at her, and cruel lips turned upwards in a malicious smile. A harsh laughter rang in the girls ears. ?[b]Nothing, little girl. I didn?t do anything to her. But [I]you[/I] did.[/b]? Cameron?s eyes widened, and she choked back a hiccough. ?[b]W-what? What do you mean?[/b]? The cruel smile grew larger, and the man laughed that horrible laugh again. ?[b]I mean, little Cameron, that you killed her. She?s dead because of you.[/b]? Cameron shook her head, tears flying. She shook her head over and over, crying. Then she stopped, as a cold, dead hand gripped her wrist. Looking down, she met the glazed, blue eyes of her mother. The woman was mouthing something, even as her lips rotted away, even the cold fleshy hand gripping Cameron?s wrist became bone, the skin peeling back and the muscle falling off. Cameron?s eyes were wide with fear. As her mother turned to a skeleton, she was dragged down, close to the skeletal face, near that rotting flesh, the flesh she so dearly loved. ?[b]You killed me, Cameron Ashley Austin! It was you! You![/b]? Cameron yanked her hand back, terror and loss ripping through her like a bullet. She screamed. ^_^ Editing done.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... 3 months later... JJ Posted July 26, 2005 Author Share Posted July 26, 2005 [Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Due to unforseen consequenes, I will be reopening the signups for Sanity's Gift. I'm only looking to fill two spots, and the signups will be a bit different, but I figure that doesn't matter too much. I'll need, [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age[/B] [B]Continent You Live On[/B] [B]Character Snippit[/B]: The change here, is, I want a dream. This dream should include your character's worst fear. Something to make one's back of the neck hairs stand up. So, in closing, signups are now [B]open[/B]. PS: Who Am I?: Yes, you're still in the running, if you choose to still be. You just need a new snippit. ^_^ Signups will close on the [B]1st of August[/B].[/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Skye Posted July 26, 2005 Share Posted July 26, 2005 [size=1]I'm going to edit my snippet, and characters name. ^_^ Then, I should be back in the running. (And I apologize for the first thing. ^_^; I was having serious issues.)[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Revelation Posted July 27, 2005 Share Posted July 27, 2005 [B]Name-[/B] [URL=http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/3179/musica7ph.jpg]Sun Zhen[/URL] (Last name, First name) [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Continent You Live On-[/B] Asia- Baotou, China [B]Character Snippet-[/B] A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the hollowed halls in a desolate building. One girl ran through one hall, away from the scream as fast as she could to get away. Each step that she took was one step closer towards freedom and help. For in her mind, there was no way in hell that she could go back and help the others, not just yet. For the situation at hand was a bit unrealistic for anyone to imagine. The sounds of heavy footsteps were heard behind the girl but they were a bit muffled and distant. The screaming had stopped and only her heavy breathing could be heard as she ran through the hallway, turning here and there, trying to escape. In the back of her mind, she hoped that her friend was not dead and still alive so that she wouldn?t be alone in this ordeal. The girl soon came to a fork in the road, if you could say, and looked around. To her right was another hallway, in front of her was a doorway, leading to God-knows-what, and to her left was a stairway. The girl tried to visualize the different paths and etched them into her mind, the consequences that could erupt from them. As she stood there thinking, the sound of heavy footsteps had stopped. The only thing that could be heard was the whistling of a knife being thrown at her. Upon hearing this, the girl turned and quickly ducked. She looked behind and could see the shadow of a monster that took her friends. It had a guiltless and hungry grin upon its face and something told her that he wanted her and would do just about anything to get to her. ?I?ve got you now, precious. Come to daddy and we?ll make this all go away.? His gruff voice made the hairs on her neck stand up. ?Come on, come to daddy.? He laughed a sadistic laugh and started to walk towards the girl. Standing up straight, the girl ran for the knife and picked it up. She knew that it would come in handy in case of any emergency. She then ran up the stairs, away from the monster that was coming to get her. There were several flights that she ran up but she knew that if she stopped, she wouldn?t live. Finally, the flights of stairs had stopped and she was at the first level of the building. She stopped to catch her breath but soon heard footsteps behind her and quickly ran towards an open door. She tried to quietly catch her breath as she looked outside. He was nearing and she knew it. She held tightly onto the knife and slowly got on her knees. She crawled out of the door and hid behind a large object. ?Pre~cious, oh Pre~cious. Come out, come out wherever you are.? His voice was heard and she knew he was near. ?I know you?re here somewhere. Just come out and you won?t get hurt.? Closing her eyes, the girl ran towards the door but was stopped by the man. She was tackled onto the wall. She looked at him and tried to push away but she wasn?t strong enough. He then showed her that he had both knives and juggled the two with one hand. ?Let?s play a game, Precious.? Fearing death wasn?t on her mind but what he was going to do was what scared her the most. She tried to still escape but couldn?t. She was then pushed upward and she tried to kick him but it did not do anything. He laughed a hellish laugh and his voice turned gruesome and dark. ?You can?t hurt me, Precious.? The man was still laughing and he suddenly threw her onto the ground. ?You can?t do anything.? Waking up in a cold sweat, Zhen looked around her. She was still in her room and gasping for breath. Her dream had felt completely real and knew that the man in her dream was a monster from her past, a monster that had once tried to hurt her family. Zhen shook her head and got out of her bed. She opened her balcony door and walked outside to get some fresh air. The breeze was cool and refreshing; it felt like a wave of cold sheets that wrapped around her, keeping her safe. There was something about that dream that still made her frightened. Why, of all things, would she dream of a brutal fiend who tried to hurt her family? Was it a dream or could it have meant something? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Who Am I? Posted July 27, 2005 Share Posted July 27, 2005 [FONT=Trebuchet MS][SIZE=1][OOC: What happened? Did some of the players drop out? Anyways I'm redoing my sign up.. I don't like the one I did before.] [COLOR=Red][B]Name:[/B] Choonie Park [B]Age: [/B] 17 [B]Sex:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] Stands at the height of 5'4'' and has long black hair with brown highlights running down. She has beautiful dark brown eyes and she always has a cheerful look on her face. She is very atheletic and has good reflexes. [B]Continent you live on:[/B] Asia [B]The thing you?re being haunted through: [/B] Cell phone [B]Character Snipit: [/B] [edit][/COLOR] [OOC: Sorry.. I'm grounded. I will finish the sign up soon.][/SIZE][/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... BlackTigerGurl Posted July 27, 2005 Share Posted July 27, 2005 [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=DarkRed][B]Name:[/B] Marcissa Moshia [B]Age:[/B][SIZE=1] 16[/SIZE] [B]Sex:[/B] [SIZE=1]Female[/SIZE] [B]Appearance:[/B] [SIZE=1]She stands at a 5' 5" with short black currly hair. Within the hair is electric blue streaks that look like waves flowing in her hair. She has radishing brown color skin that when in the right light, she shines. She has dark brown eyes with a black tint to them. Most of the time she wears any color tank top with hip huggers. She usually has chains running threw the belt loop of her pants. On her feet would be any kind of skecher shoes.[/SIZE] [B]Continent you live on:[/B][SIZE=1] North America (Salem, NJ)[/SIZE] [B]The thing you?re being haunted through:[/B] [SIZE=1]Cell phone [/SIZE] [B]Character Snipit:[/B] [SIZE=1]Marcissa lives with her mother and her older brother, Josh. Her father past away when she was only 5 years old and her mother has never remarried since. Her small family has never settled in once place at a time. Moving to New Jersey was probably her 9th moved yet and of course she would be the new kid at school. "Bye mom! I'm heading to the store," Marcissa shouted running out the door, but before she could shut the door behind her, her brother says,"While you're out grab me a bag of cheetos." Marcissa mutters something under her breath but doesn't argue. She closes the door behind her and heads out. She walks on the payment with her hands in her pockets. She suddenly feels a speck of frost on the top of her head. She looks up and realize that it is snowing about. "The holidays are coming soon,"she says in a sanging tone. She starts humming a tone while she gets to the store when suddenly her phone rings. She swings off her bag that she carries on her back and pulls out her mobile phone. "Hello, this is Marcissa may I ask who's calling,"she asked in a sweet girlish tone. Nothing. No one says anything. The person on the other end is totally quiet. "Hello," asked Marcissa," is anyone there?" The phone goes dead. She shrugs her shoulders and puts her phone back in her bag. When she gets to the store, she picks up cheetos for her bro and milk. She gets to the end of the line for the cash resigter. Again her phone rings. She huffs and pulls it out her bag. "Hello,"she answers. Nothing for a while, then," Death, is coming for you," says someone on the other end in the most eery creepist voice Marcissa has ever heard. "What,"she says a bit shock. The line dies again. She hangs up her phone and says to herself[I],"That was just someone playing a joke on me. I mean why would death come for me? I have so much to live for.'[/I] She gets to the casher and puts her stuff on the mechine. He registers them up and bags them. "Your total is $8.17," he says handing the bag to her. When she pulls out her dept card she notices that the mechine no longer says $8.17. Instead it says,"Death is coming." Marcissa jumps back slightly. "Anything wrong, miss," the casher asks in a concern vioce. She shakes her head and gives him cash instead. On the way home her phone rings again. With shaken hands she pulls her phone from her bag. "Death is coming closer," says the person on the other line before she could say anything. Marcissa hangs it up and keeps walking. Her eyes look frightening as she walks faster. Her phone rings again. She answers with this," What do you want with me?!" People around her look as if she's gone crazy or shouting to someone she knows. The phone goes dead on the other line. Marcissa opens the door to her house and puts the milk in the frig. "Hey, where are my cheetos,"her brother shoutes from the living room. She looks at him with shocked frighten eyes. "What's wrong with you,"he askes. She shakes her head and tosses him his snacks. Then she goes up to her room and shuts the door. "Its all in my head,"she keeps telling herself over and over again. Her phone rings again. She doesn't answer it. It just keeps ringing....and she finally answers it. "You can't run from death..." She slams the phone on the desk... :catgirl: [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... JJ Posted July 30, 2005 Author Share Posted July 30, 2005 [Color=DarkBlue]Signups are now closed. I know they're closing early, but I doubt anyone else will signup. The newest additions are... Revelation-Sun Zhen Squiggles-Cameron Austin Congrats you two. If you other's would like a critique or anything like that on your post, I'd be more than happy to give one. Everyone, expect the next chapter within the next two days.[/Color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Register a new account Sign in Already have an account? Sign in here. Sign In Now Share More sharing options... Followers 0
Guest Sean Posted April 16, 2005 Share Posted April 16, 2005 [SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Sean Lithum [B]Age[/B]: 17 [B]Sex[/B]: Male [b]Appearance[/B]: -In Progress- [B]Continent you live on[/B]: Europe [B]The thing you?re being haunted through[/B]: MP3 Player [b]Character Snippet[/B]: The streets, hustling and bustling, the sun shining light through the broken clouds, and me, walking down the pavement, and I?d just bought two CD?s from the local records store. Marilyn Manson, to be specific, that?s not the name of the store if you?re wondering, no, no it isn?t. The store is called ?3rd Base? and it?s a nice place, usually calming me down, but it was so busy outside. I felt like screaming, screaming to get you, him, out of this head of mine. I cry into my pillows, trying to get to sleep is horrible, all I ever see, hear is you, him, why won?t you leave, but music drowns you out, I like music, it helps me. The suffocation isn?t exactly my cup of tea either, I?ve been called on suicide watch because my mum caught me trying to self-harm, it?s all your fault, all your fault, but you won?t leave me, this room, so small for the both of us, looking into soul deep, I see nothing but hatred, all filled by you. My life wasn?t this way though, was it? No it wasn?t, not until you came into my life, you came in and tore me away from me. I?m not myself, I?m you and me, never just me, both of us. At the beginning I liked the person to talk to, but it isn?t fun when you tell me to do stuff. Like that time in school, no wonder I had no friends after that, they all knew I wasn?t me, and then they learned, everyone of them, they all got told, and it was all your fault, yes it was, all of your fault, I couldn?t help myself, but it was still all your fault. Now, avoided walking down the street, walking down a hallway in school, I?m surprised they even allow me in that little ****-state of a school. Obvious they hate me, but I guess they can?t say no because of that, they?ve even stopped talking to me at all, even when they see, clearly, bluntly, that I have my earphones in, and they play really loud I can tell you, yes I can, really loud, everyone else stares at me, but I can?t hear what they?re saying, no I can?t, and it?s perfect. Now leave me, I need to get 12 hours sleep every day, that?s what they told me to do, that?s what they said, but they?ll never know, they?ll never know?[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sakura Posted April 17, 2005 Share Posted April 17, 2005 [b][color=Black]OOC: [/color][/b][color=Black]Yay, you got it up! Done, let me know for changes. [color=Navy] [/color][/color][color=Navy][b]Name:[/b] Sakura Hiwatari [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Sex: [/b]Female [b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img91.exs.cx/img91/4927/ai9yl.jpg"]Here[/url], keep the goggles, she wears [/color][color=Navy]long black pants made of leathery material and a tight black top with long sleeves that she keeps folded just above her elbow.[/color] [color=Navy] [b]Continent you live on:[/b] Asia [b]The thing you?re being haunted through:[/b] [url="http://k-tai.impress.co.jp/cda/static/image/2004/06/01/p900iv_or.jpg"]Cell Phone[/url], its navy blue with silver bits [b]Character Snipit:[/b] It was a good day, I'd just finished my day of school and I was happy, I, Sakura Hiwatari was happy, that was a surprise to everyone, even to me. I'd amazingly passed my three tests that I had done previously and I had no assignments or homework for the weekend. Japan was a beautiful place to be at Spring time, that's when all the sakuras bloomed and there would be sakura viewings. The sakura is my favourite type of flower, after all, it shares the same name as me. I decided to go to the park because it has beautiful sakuras and I want to photograph them. So here I am, standing in the park surrounded by sakura trees. I pull out my phone and use the camera section to take photos of the falling petals. I heard the ringtone of my phone and looked at the caller ID, it was one of my friends so I answered. [b]"Hey Cass." [/b]I greeted. [b]"Sa...k..ra....you....." [/b]I was troubled, the phone was breaking up and there was lots of static. [b]"Cass, I can't hear you, you're breaking up." "......" [/b]there was the sound of static and heavy breathing. I took the phone from my ear and looked at it, replacing it. [b]"Cass? You there?" [/b]I questioned. Then I could hear it, there was a deep raspy voice on the other line. [i][b]"It's....coming....." [/b][/i]I shivered and asked who this was, the person didn't reply, just saying, [i][b]"It's....coming....." [/b][/i][b]"What? What's coming?" [/b]I demanded. [i][b]"It's....coming.....Death!" [/b][/i]the raspy voice said, then there was a click, the person had hung up. I closed my phone and I was visibly trembling. My phone rang again and I looked at the caller ID, it was Cassie again. I carefully picked up the phone. [b]"Hello?" [/b]I answered tentatively. [b] "Hey Sakura, its me, Cassie. Sorry about earlier, my phone got cut off.....What's wrong?" [/b]she asked, sensing the fear and caution in my voice. [b]"N-Nothing, what's up, Cass?" [/b]I said, becoming myself again, but I couldn't get the voice out of my head. [i][b]"It's....coming.....Death!"[/b][/i] [/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Who Am I? Posted April 18, 2005 Share Posted April 18, 2005 Name: Mark Palma Age: 18 Sex: Male Appearance: [B][URL=http://animevisions.net/Pictures/guys/kouki.jpg]Click[/URL] [/B] Continent you live on: North America The thing you?re being haunted through: Cell Phone Character Snipit: [B]I walked through the streets on New York. I had just finish working at the resturant where I'm the waiter. I had a crappy day today and I wasn't in the mood for anything. I ditched school today and my boss got pissed off at me for no reason. I thought I would have gone isane if I had a day like this ever again, but I kept my cool. My cell phone began to ring and I looked at it. The number was blocked, I thought it was a prank call so I decided not to pick it up. It stopped for awhile and it rung again. I looked at it again but the number was blocked. I decided to pick up my phone before I got mad again.[/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello?"[/COLOR] [I]"......."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello? Is anybody there?"[/COLOR] [I]".....I'm coming..."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello? Who is this?"[/COLOR] [I]"I'm coming...."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"Who the ******* is this?"[/COLOR] [B]Heavy breathing could be heard on the other line. [/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello? I demand to know who this is!"[/COLOR] [B]I hung up the phone. I guess I did get mad. A few seconds later my phone rung again.[/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Who is this!!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Purple]"Young man don't yell over the phone!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy][I]Oh crap, it was my mother...[/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=Purple]"You better not hang up. I tell you...You better get your a** back here this instant, you hear me! COME HOME!!!!"[/COLOR] [B]I hung up and I decided to do what my mother told me to do. [/B] [COLOR=Navy][I]Damn...I bet I'm in deep trouble. Good going, Mark.[/I][/COLOR] [B]The phone rung. I flinched. I got a bit mad but I picked it up.[/B] [COLOR=Navy]"Hello?"[/COLOR] [I]"I'm coming...to get you..."[/I] [COLOR=Navy]"It's you!!!! You better tell-----"[/COLOR] [B]I heard a click on the other line and I knew that person hung up. [/B] [COLOR=Navy][I]Damn that guy. Who is he? [/I] [/COLOR] [B]I act like I didn't care who he was but inside I was a bit freaked out at what he said.[/B] [I]I'm coming to get you....[/I] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Corey Posted April 20, 2005 Share Posted April 20, 2005 [size=1][b]Name:[/b] Corey Roos [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] Corey stands at 6' 2", has medium length light brown hair, small glasses that are pretty scratched up, and stretched earlobes on each ear (usually with a bamboo earring in them). Corey has a scruff of hair on his chin and a tattoo of the Irish flag o his left inner forearm. He wears a ball bearing necklace around his neck with a plain sterling silver ring on it. He usually dresses in a pair of worn and torn bluejeans with old broken-in beige sneakers. His shirt is usually some random fall-colored solid with one of his white work shirts over it. [b]Continent you live on:[/b] North America (Milwaukee, WI United States) [b]The thing you?re being haunted through:[/b] MP3 Player [b]Character Snipit:[/b] [b]Corey-[/b] "Jesus Christ... How much longer is this crap going to take?" Corey leaned back in his chair and rubbed at his eyes, glancing at a friend next to him. They were attending an in-school financial aid seminar and he was bored out of his mind. College loomed in the future. He had a good amount of money in the bank, but not nearly enough. His attention should be focused on the person speaking, but it was hot in there. No damn ventilation in the auditorium... He wiped at his brow and tried to focus on the current slide that was being projected on the screen. Something about FAFSA... He slid out of his chair and stood to leave, but was stopped by one of the Assistant Principals. [b]Mrs. Allison-[/b] "Back to your seat. There's still another ten minutes or so." He groaned and sat back down into the moist wooden chair. The room was starting to reek of sweat and under-deoderanted underclassmen. He took out his earbuds and slipped them on, slickly plugging them into his little MP3 player. He looked over his shoulder and watched the AP scolding another student for trying to leave. He put the volume on a loud enough level to drown out the speaker and all the other noise, and turned on Pink Floyd's [u]Dark Side Of The Moon[/u]. He skipped the first few and landed on the song [u]Time[/u]. [b]Corey-[/b] "Wake me up when it'd over, Kurt." He nudged his friend and got a nod in return. Corey sunk in his chair, trying to get semi comfortable in the stifling room. The familiar alarm clocks started pouring out of the headphones, and Corey drifted off to a heat induced doze. The soothing music eased his nerves and seemed to cool the room off. So much had been going on lately. Working a lot. So much school work. College crap. Family problems. He slid his hand into his pocket and touched his little metal pipe. Drugs made him feel better. Marijuana only. Nothing more serious than that. He enjoyed the calming effect pot had on him. It made him mellow. It made him agreeable. It kept him in check. His hand also bumped a pack of Camel cigarettes. He'd like to have one of those right now. The music fizzled out. Corey opened his eyes and looked around. He charged the battery last night. It couldn't be dead already. He slipped it out of his pocket and brought up the status screen. Battery was charged. The song was still playing. He unplugged the headphones and inspected the cord. It was ok... He put the plug back into his MP3 player and turned up the volume all the way. Faint static could be heard, almost like screaming turned to a very low level. Corey scrunched up his face and strained to listen over the constant chattering of the financial aid lady. [b]??-[/b] "Ahhahahaha...." Corey's face blanched. [b]Corey-[/b] "What the ****..." He pressed the buds deeper into his ear and received a burst of static that sounded like a few dozen people screaming at once. "Ahhh!" He gripped his ears and a hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up, still holding his ears, at the AP. [b]Mrs. Allison-[/b] "You have less than two minutes, be quiet!" He nodded and slipped down into his chair. Putting the buds back into his ears. [b]??-[/b] "That was a close one Corey. Best not to act so rashly again...." The voice paused and a bit of the song played in the background. "We're watching you, Mr. Roos. Be careful." The bell rang, and Corey stayed in his seat for a minute, pondering what had just transpired. Kurt gave him a punch and Corey stood up. Time for work... But what the hell was that?[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJ Posted April 20, 2005 Author Share Posted April 20, 2005 [Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Name: Daniel Vasquez Age: 15 Sex: Male Appearance: -Working on it- Continent you live on: South America (Guatemala City, Guatemala) The thing you?re being haunted through: MP3 player Character Snipit: I was walking down the street. It was a normal enough day. I had just finished with my plans for the day, and I was walking home. I had my headphones in my ear, and the newest single from a band I liked was blaring. I didn?t have a care in the world, and I could have died happy right then, of course, now, I probably would have preferred to die. As I passed my friend David?s house, my headphones began to give off static. I pulled my iRiver out of my pocket, and checked the screen. The song title and band?s name scrolled across the screen, and the headphones were brand new, so I couldn?t figure out what the problem was. I stopped the player, and took I was about to pull my headphones out when the static started up again. I stopped walking, and pulled out my player again. I checked the screen, but it was blank, so I went to take my headphones out. That?s the first time I heard the voice. ?[I]Death?.[/I]? It said, sending shivers down my spine. I looked around, hoping to find something standing behind me, or at least a shadow fleeing into the alley. All I saw was the wind rustling a tree. The voice spoke again, ?[I]is?[/I]? At this point, I was freaked out, so I started to walk again, picking up my pace. As the voice started again, I realized I had my headphones in, so I quickly took them out. The voice beat me to the punch and finished, ?[I]coming.[/I]? I gasped aloud, although I have no idea why. I ran for my house, opened the door, and slammed it shut. I had no idea at the time where the voice had come from, but I felt safe in my house. I would never feel like that again. [B]OOC[/B]: Just thought I'd put up my singup, and give you all this tid bit of info. Signups are closing on [B]Saturday[/B]. If anyone wants to signup, then please have your singups in by then. Other than that, things are looking good.[/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skye Posted April 20, 2005 Share Posted April 20, 2005 [size=1][b]Name:[/b] Cameron (Camster) Autsin [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] [url= http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/39-4.htm]Cassie[/url] [b]Continent you live on:[/b] North America (New York, New York, USA) [b]Character Snipit:[/b] It was so dark. Cameron couldn?t see properly. Walking, just walking, not exactly sure where she was. Her foot ran into something, and she crouched, feeling. Her brow creased in confusion as she knelt next to her mother?s prone body. She shook her gently, hoping to wake her. ?[b]Mami? Mami, get up.[/b]? The woman on the ground near Cameron didn?t move. In confusion, Cameron shook the woman again. She gasped sharply as she realized that the flesh beneath the clothing was cold. In disbelief she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face, and she shook the woman again. ?[b]Mami, please! Get up![/b]? ?[b]Your mother isn?t getting up, little girl.[/b]? Cameron looked up sharply, mouth open in fear and awe. ?[b]Who are you? What did you do to her?[/b]? Standing near her was a man; his face, what he was wearing, was undeterminable. But his eyes, large, black, and sinister, stared at her, and cruel lips turned upwards in a malicious smile. A harsh laughter rang in the girls ears. ?[b]Nothing, little girl. I didn?t do anything to her. But [I]you[/I] did.[/b]? Cameron?s eyes widened, and she choked back a hiccough. ?[b]W-what? What do you mean?[/b]? The cruel smile grew larger, and the man laughed that horrible laugh again. ?[b]I mean, little Cameron, that you killed her. She?s dead because of you.[/b]? Cameron shook her head, tears flying. She shook her head over and over, crying. Then she stopped, as a cold, dead hand gripped her wrist. Looking down, she met the glazed, blue eyes of her mother. The woman was mouthing something, even as her lips rotted away, even the cold fleshy hand gripping Cameron?s wrist became bone, the skin peeling back and the muscle falling off. Cameron?s eyes were wide with fear. As her mother turned to a skeleton, she was dragged down, close to the skeletal face, near that rotting flesh, the flesh she so dearly loved. ?[b]You killed me, Cameron Ashley Austin! It was you! You![/b]? Cameron yanked her hand back, terror and loss ripping through her like a bullet. She screamed. ^_^ Editing done.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJ Posted July 26, 2005 Author Share Posted July 26, 2005 [Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Due to unforseen consequenes, I will be reopening the signups for Sanity's Gift. I'm only looking to fill two spots, and the signups will be a bit different, but I figure that doesn't matter too much. I'll need, [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age[/B] [B]Continent You Live On[/B] [B]Character Snippit[/B]: The change here, is, I want a dream. This dream should include your character's worst fear. Something to make one's back of the neck hairs stand up. So, in closing, signups are now [B]open[/B]. PS: Who Am I?: Yes, you're still in the running, if you choose to still be. You just need a new snippit. ^_^ Signups will close on the [B]1st of August[/B].[/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skye Posted July 26, 2005 Share Posted July 26, 2005 [size=1]I'm going to edit my snippet, and characters name. ^_^ Then, I should be back in the running. (And I apologize for the first thing. ^_^; I was having serious issues.)[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Revelation Posted July 27, 2005 Share Posted July 27, 2005 [B]Name-[/B] [URL=http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/3179/musica7ph.jpg]Sun Zhen[/URL] (Last name, First name) [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Continent You Live On-[/B] Asia- Baotou, China [B]Character Snippet-[/B] A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the hollowed halls in a desolate building. One girl ran through one hall, away from the scream as fast as she could to get away. Each step that she took was one step closer towards freedom and help. For in her mind, there was no way in hell that she could go back and help the others, not just yet. For the situation at hand was a bit unrealistic for anyone to imagine. The sounds of heavy footsteps were heard behind the girl but they were a bit muffled and distant. The screaming had stopped and only her heavy breathing could be heard as she ran through the hallway, turning here and there, trying to escape. In the back of her mind, she hoped that her friend was not dead and still alive so that she wouldn?t be alone in this ordeal. The girl soon came to a fork in the road, if you could say, and looked around. To her right was another hallway, in front of her was a doorway, leading to God-knows-what, and to her left was a stairway. The girl tried to visualize the different paths and etched them into her mind, the consequences that could erupt from them. As she stood there thinking, the sound of heavy footsteps had stopped. The only thing that could be heard was the whistling of a knife being thrown at her. Upon hearing this, the girl turned and quickly ducked. She looked behind and could see the shadow of a monster that took her friends. It had a guiltless and hungry grin upon its face and something told her that he wanted her and would do just about anything to get to her. ?I?ve got you now, precious. Come to daddy and we?ll make this all go away.? His gruff voice made the hairs on her neck stand up. ?Come on, come to daddy.? He laughed a sadistic laugh and started to walk towards the girl. Standing up straight, the girl ran for the knife and picked it up. She knew that it would come in handy in case of any emergency. She then ran up the stairs, away from the monster that was coming to get her. There were several flights that she ran up but she knew that if she stopped, she wouldn?t live. Finally, the flights of stairs had stopped and she was at the first level of the building. She stopped to catch her breath but soon heard footsteps behind her and quickly ran towards an open door. She tried to quietly catch her breath as she looked outside. He was nearing and she knew it. She held tightly onto the knife and slowly got on her knees. She crawled out of the door and hid behind a large object. ?Pre~cious, oh Pre~cious. Come out, come out wherever you are.? His voice was heard and she knew he was near. ?I know you?re here somewhere. Just come out and you won?t get hurt.? Closing her eyes, the girl ran towards the door but was stopped by the man. She was tackled onto the wall. She looked at him and tried to push away but she wasn?t strong enough. He then showed her that he had both knives and juggled the two with one hand. ?Let?s play a game, Precious.? Fearing death wasn?t on her mind but what he was going to do was what scared her the most. She tried to still escape but couldn?t. She was then pushed upward and she tried to kick him but it did not do anything. He laughed a hellish laugh and his voice turned gruesome and dark. ?You can?t hurt me, Precious.? The man was still laughing and he suddenly threw her onto the ground. ?You can?t do anything.? Waking up in a cold sweat, Zhen looked around her. She was still in her room and gasping for breath. Her dream had felt completely real and knew that the man in her dream was a monster from her past, a monster that had once tried to hurt her family. Zhen shook her head and got out of her bed. She opened her balcony door and walked outside to get some fresh air. The breeze was cool and refreshing; it felt like a wave of cold sheets that wrapped around her, keeping her safe. There was something about that dream that still made her frightened. Why, of all things, would she dream of a brutal fiend who tried to hurt her family? Was it a dream or could it have meant something? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Who Am I? Posted July 27, 2005 Share Posted July 27, 2005 [FONT=Trebuchet MS][SIZE=1][OOC: What happened? Did some of the players drop out? Anyways I'm redoing my sign up.. I don't like the one I did before.] [COLOR=Red][B]Name:[/B] Choonie Park [B]Age: [/B] 17 [B]Sex:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] Stands at the height of 5'4'' and has long black hair with brown highlights running down. She has beautiful dark brown eyes and she always has a cheerful look on her face. She is very atheletic and has good reflexes. [B]Continent you live on:[/B] Asia [B]The thing you?re being haunted through: [/B] Cell phone [B]Character Snipit: [/B] [edit][/COLOR] [OOC: Sorry.. I'm grounded. I will finish the sign up soon.][/SIZE][/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackTigerGurl Posted July 27, 2005 Share Posted July 27, 2005 [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=DarkRed][B]Name:[/B] Marcissa Moshia [B]Age:[/B][SIZE=1] 16[/SIZE] [B]Sex:[/B] [SIZE=1]Female[/SIZE] [B]Appearance:[/B] [SIZE=1]She stands at a 5' 5" with short black currly hair. Within the hair is electric blue streaks that look like waves flowing in her hair. She has radishing brown color skin that when in the right light, she shines. She has dark brown eyes with a black tint to them. Most of the time she wears any color tank top with hip huggers. She usually has chains running threw the belt loop of her pants. On her feet would be any kind of skecher shoes.[/SIZE] [B]Continent you live on:[/B][SIZE=1] North America (Salem, NJ)[/SIZE] [B]The thing you?re being haunted through:[/B] [SIZE=1]Cell phone [/SIZE] [B]Character Snipit:[/B] [SIZE=1]Marcissa lives with her mother and her older brother, Josh. Her father past away when she was only 5 years old and her mother has never remarried since. Her small family has never settled in once place at a time. Moving to New Jersey was probably her 9th moved yet and of course she would be the new kid at school. "Bye mom! I'm heading to the store," Marcissa shouted running out the door, but before she could shut the door behind her, her brother says,"While you're out grab me a bag of cheetos." Marcissa mutters something under her breath but doesn't argue. She closes the door behind her and heads out. She walks on the payment with her hands in her pockets. She suddenly feels a speck of frost on the top of her head. She looks up and realize that it is snowing about. "The holidays are coming soon,"she says in a sanging tone. She starts humming a tone while she gets to the store when suddenly her phone rings. She swings off her bag that she carries on her back and pulls out her mobile phone. "Hello, this is Marcissa may I ask who's calling,"she asked in a sweet girlish tone. Nothing. No one says anything. The person on the other end is totally quiet. "Hello," asked Marcissa," is anyone there?" The phone goes dead. She shrugs her shoulders and puts her phone back in her bag. When she gets to the store, she picks up cheetos for her bro and milk. She gets to the end of the line for the cash resigter. Again her phone rings. She huffs and pulls it out her bag. "Hello,"she answers. Nothing for a while, then," Death, is coming for you," says someone on the other end in the most eery creepist voice Marcissa has ever heard. "What,"she says a bit shock. The line dies again. She hangs up her phone and says to herself[I],"That was just someone playing a joke on me. I mean why would death come for me? I have so much to live for.'[/I] She gets to the casher and puts her stuff on the mechine. He registers them up and bags them. "Your total is $8.17," he says handing the bag to her. When she pulls out her dept card she notices that the mechine no longer says $8.17. Instead it says,"Death is coming." Marcissa jumps back slightly. "Anything wrong, miss," the casher asks in a concern vioce. She shakes her head and gives him cash instead. On the way home her phone rings again. With shaken hands she pulls her phone from her bag. "Death is coming closer," says the person on the other line before she could say anything. Marcissa hangs it up and keeps walking. Her eyes look frightening as she walks faster. Her phone rings again. She answers with this," What do you want with me?!" People around her look as if she's gone crazy or shouting to someone she knows. The phone goes dead on the other line. Marcissa opens the door to her house and puts the milk in the frig. "Hey, where are my cheetos,"her brother shoutes from the living room. She looks at him with shocked frighten eyes. "What's wrong with you,"he askes. She shakes her head and tosses him his snacks. Then she goes up to her room and shuts the door. "Its all in my head,"she keeps telling herself over and over again. Her phone rings again. She doesn't answer it. It just keeps ringing....and she finally answers it. "You can't run from death..." She slams the phone on the desk... :catgirl: [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJ Posted July 30, 2005 Author Share Posted July 30, 2005 [Color=DarkBlue]Signups are now closed. I know they're closing early, but I doubt anyone else will signup. The newest additions are... Revelation-Sun Zhen Squiggles-Cameron Austin Congrats you two. If you other's would like a critique or anything like that on your post, I'd be more than happy to give one. Everyone, expect the next chapter within the next two days.[/Color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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