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Post by Eden on Sept 3, 2020 14:51:54 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, September 11th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, September 12th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words Match Two:Mystery Opponent versus Owen Swift
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2020 18:05:43 GMT -5
Nothing Lives Inside //
Peeling off the already shedding Gia Van Zant skin- a deformed face reflects from itself in a dirty mirror. Wilting white flakes cover the sink. Gia's nose. Gia's ear. Gia's flesh. It moans with each strip. Satisfying oxygen rejuvenates moment to moment blending into the horror of why it was disguised as Gia in the first place. Dread in dire strangeness drowns any glimpse of hope.
// Ahhh. C'est mieux. [Ahhh. That's better.]
Reborn into fresh flush skin its face relaxes into a mushy form. It sits on a stool, using an old towel to rub the texture across just to feel something. Large sigh. Tossing the towel into a corner pile. Metal sounds in the background key its deformed ears. It walks out the doorway into a gigantic warehouse breathing heavy as if still recovering. It labors over to a cage, where a teenage girl is trapped pawing at the chair to get free. She hears its footsteps. Screaming in terror. She looks at its face. Screaming in terror. She asks to be let go. Screaming in terror. It holds up a crooked pointer finger to its nearly unrecognizable lips. Shhhhhh. It shakes its head.
// Ce qui t'arrive est le plus grand honneur. [What is happening to you is the greatest honor.]
She cries asking for her mother and father. Demanding to know why she has been taken and what will happen if she dies. It thinks for a moment examining her questions. It mimics her body language with a hideous chuckle. Her eyes glaze over. Replacing fear with certainty in knowing there is no feasible escape. It runs bulging swollen fingertips across the cell bars. It crouches by her head. She closes her eyes clinching her jaw ready for the abyss to consume her.
// Vous ne ressentez rien, rien ne vit à l'intérieur, aucune âme. Lorsque votre cœur meurt vous mourez. [You feel nothing, nothing lives inside,
no soul. When your heart dies you die.]
Her eyes flutter open. Tears running down her cheeks. She pulls out an old photo oh her family one last time. The beauty in the photo is stunning. A fatherly like man holding a younger version of her as they overlook some amazing natural monument. Next to them a motherly like woman holding an even younger little boy. Running her fingernail lovingly across their faces. It walks into the other room. It comes back with keys jingling at the cage door. The latch is unlocked. A long taser rod extended. Weak and wheezing it carefully shock stuns the girl into a puddle of no resistance. It turns around watching a fly land on one of the cell bars. Frantically it starts trying to stun the fly with the long rod even in a metal cage. Coughing and choking in a pointless chase around the inside of the cell. He trips over the girls limp foot as the live rod lands speared into her pretty face and continues to burn from his swollen finger on the enclosed small trigger. The fly heads back through the bars and out an open warehouse window far above. The picture of her family falls slowly out of her limp unclenching hand. Blood spatter from her electrified face covers all but the fatherly mans head.
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Post by Owen Swift on Sept 11, 2020 22:50:11 GMT -5
"I must say Outsider, that was one good kill. Isn't it fun? To have someone suffer by your hands. Knowing they are fearful of you, knowing that they are praying to whatever God that will listen, but they never answer and never will. I know this and so do you my friend. My goal is to burn down this place, burn it down to ash and let it be reborn into something greater. WWH will become a playground for the strong and root out the week. You see it happen everyday of your life. The strong eating the weak, but that's how Mother Nature works. You don't know what will happen but I can tell you that when we step into that ring. You will be begging for your life. It happens all the time. When I free a person's soul from their fleshy prison. They thank me in the end."
"Do not fear Outsider. I will not kill you, oh no. I will open your third eye, your mind's eye. I will show you just how the world works when I'm free from my cell. We'll have so much fun together. There will be rivers of blood once our match ends. I'll make sure that you enjoy yourself. I will awaken you, awaken your true form. All will come in time but we will start in this very match. I will have to beat you of course but it will be a lesson learned and what doesn't kill you, only makes you stranger and strange people like you and I, we make the word go around. Now after this defeat. You will question yourself once the match is over. I shall show you the way. All you have to do is let me into your soul, so that I may take out all the stuff you don't need. Let us show what the world who we really are. I can hardly wait too see the pure chaos and mayhem that will flood over all of WWH. I do hope you're ready Outsider. We shall meet in that ring and you will have the time of your life. I bet you just can't wait as well. Fear not, the time is now!!!!"
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