Ϛʈαɭκ.ϹΌӍ Realistic Horror/RomaceRP !Now accepting!

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Dakotta ｡ Ashell ｡ Mickinzie
❝I'm a Stalkee❞

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And of course Dakotta was online, she didn't even go to bed yet, although she should, because she had school in a couple hours. She yawns and stretches, looking at the clock and seeing that it was two o'clock in the morning, she should be in bed, heck she should have been in beed at seven, but who was here to tellher what to do? No one, Dakotta was the boss of herself. Her friend was never around, she is all ways with friends, she only stays in her actual house, that Dakotta lives in now, only like once a month, then she disappers. But she dose call, almost every week, and the first things she says is that she sorry that shes never there, she been 'busy'. But Dakotta didn't really care, she lived in a free house with no body to boss her around like a rag doll, and she loved it. Dakotta thought it was cool to live on your own. Dakotta yawns slightly, and her tummy growled, hungry for some breckfeast. But no, shes to addicted to the computer at the moment, so she decided to wait till around seven in the morning.

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Loran. Renne . Stevens

⋆ The stalker of your dreams⋆

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' Lol, nice emotion face. :] ' Loran actually thought that it was funny, a smiley face with buck teeth, who wouldn't think thats funny? Loran then thought, what she should she ask him to keep the conforsation going? She smirks as she closes her eyes and shakes her head, then reopening her eyes and begun typeing. ' Hmmm, So Thursday, are you a virgin? ;] ' That question is very important to her, she didn't know why she didn't ask that for her first queston. Loran wasn't one of course, shes very experirnced with that kind of stuff.

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[Here Lie We]

Sunday.

Tommorow may be hard though in the end

Okay, night Miya. ^^

Thursday typed the message, and glanced at his clock. 2 AM. His parents were out rather late. He would have to check his cell-phone soon incase they had gotten in an accident or something.Pressing Enter, he closed that tab and his conversation with Loran came up .

Isn't it? xP

Her next question confused him slightly though he replied anyway. It didn't really matter if he replied truthfully or not, he wouldn't see her. Though, it seeming stupid to lie about such a thing, he answered the question truthfully.

U'huh ^^ . . .I haven't found anyone I like. . .I don't know if I will ಠ_ಠ

it's just another
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Loran. Renne . Stevens

⋆ The stalker of your dreams⋆

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She smirks seeing his answer, that he was indeed one. ' Oh, don't give up hope, you'll find that 'one'. ;] ' She loved it when her fictims where virgins, then she could take that from them,but it wasn't like she was going to let live to tell anyone. Almost everyone of her victims were one, except one, but that was ok too, they weren't as good as she was. Loran really wanted to get to him now, but how?

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[Here Lie We]

Sunday.

Tommorow may be hard though in the end

Yeah, I hope so XD

Thursday sent the reply then stood up, walking over to his bed. On the comforter he had dumped his cell phone and backpack after getting home from school, and took just the earlier of the two items. Heading over to the window as he opened it up and checked new messages, he glanced outside. The night seemed to consume everything, turning merely harmless things to sinister objects.He looked down at his phone. 1 new message, from his adoptive parents.It basically explained how their car had broken down on the way home from the hockey game and they were going to take a while. That was an hour or two ago so they'd be home any minute.

it's just another
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[Tooshlie]

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Loran. Renne . Stevens

⋆ The stalker of your dreams⋆

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Loran decided to ask ony of the fellow stalkers if they could give her a hand, so she could find a way to get to Thursday. She looks through the thousands of pages looking at every single one of the profiles, but none of them seemed 'well'. Then she found some one that caught her eyes, even though they didn't have a picture or much infromation, but she seen him online. She smils and clicks the chat button and decided to start a convorsation with him, the stalker named Adrian. ' Hey. Want to help me? ;] ' She then presses send, then gose back to the chat with her and Thursday. ' Don't worry, you will. ' She presses enter again and then leans back into her computer chair, waiting.

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[Here Lie We]

Sunday.

Tommorow may be hard though in the end

Thanks ;3
Thursday rested his head on his arm, which was lying on the desk. He felt a little tired, though didn't want to fall alseep just yet. Closing his eyes , he began to wait again for her to answer . Pretty soon, about a minute later, he fell asleep. It was only for a small amount of time, about enough for her to reply , and enough for him to drool on his arm .Looking up, he searched the screen for her reply.

it's just another
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[Pugnacious Peace]

Mikael Lorn

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Mikael looked at the screen tiredly, about to click on the 'chat now' button next to Dakotta's name when another chat came up, asking for help. Another stalker? What could they possibly want? Smirking and his body aching in curiosity, he responded,

"Help? With what, My dear? What can I do for you?" He narrowed his eyes, yawning lightly. That coffee was already wearing off. Addi walked in slowly, yawning as well. She jumped up in the extra chair next to Mikael and set her head on the arm of it; Mikael smiled lightly at her, petting her nose softly. She closed her eyes and was asleep. Mikael only wished he could do that. But he couldn't sleep until he knew he was completely in the clear about that stupid police woman. Her fault, for coming inside... nobody had ever been able to escape his charm. Not the girls, not the boys, not even established officials. He waited patiently for this girl's reply.

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{ I am a Stalker. Got a problem? }

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Loran. Renne . Stevens

⋆ The stalker of your dreams⋆

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Loran smikrs as she seen his reply come up. ' I need help on getting a way to get to my pray's home town. ' She presses send and waits, looking at the clock, her mom would be up in a couple minutes to tell her to go to bed, but she would all ways ignore her and stay online for the whole night, then she'll skip school, she really dind't care if she got kicked out of school, once your a stalker, more inmportant things come up.

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[Pugnacious Peace]

Mikael Lorn

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Mikael's brow lifted in questioning, staring at her response. Suspicious, he typed, "And what do you think I can do? I'm just a gamer, is all. I am no real stalker." With a laugh, he continued, "Are you? Or are you trying to trick someone into saying it so they get arrested? I must say, that's a sneaky move." He leaned back, sending the response to her and sighing. What could he possibly do until she replied? He looked at Addi, who slept quietly in the chair. Deciding not to disturb her, he lifted his body quietly from the chair and grabbed a DvD, putting it in the drive of the computer. He watched it carefully, living through another moment of his past life. His first murder. He smirked with every scream of pain, laughed with every cry of fear. It was too great.

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{ I am a Stalker. Got a problem? }

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Loran. Renne . Stevens

⋆ The stalker of your dreams⋆

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Loran smirks again as his second reply poped up, he was good at lieing, but she knew he was an actual stalker, she wasn't that stupid. ' I know that you proubully have a traker or something on your computer, I would use mine, but the FBI took it. D< And plus, I know your a real stalker, the real thing, I'm not that stupid. ' She presses the enter button, and then looks at his other sentance, she begins typeing. ' I won't lie, I am indeed a real stalker. But even if you told anyone, 1.) your in a different town than I am. And 2.) The police and every other police like force already know. So no need to turn me in, and plus you couldn't, I haven't done anything bad, yet. ' She sends that too with a wider smirk. She then could her her 'mom' and 'dad' walking by her room, looks like they were heading to bed. She could hear the lighter steps stop at her door, but then she could hear a male voice, then a small sigh and the foot steps continued. She gigles, her 'mom' was going to try to tell her ot go to bed, but 'daddy' told her not to get Loran angry. He was smart, and plus shes already scared him, but yet the 'mom' keept trying, wich Loran thinks its funny. Loran then sighs and waits for him to reply.

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[Pugnacious Peace]

Mikael Lorn

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He laughed when he looked at the reply, laughing at her stupidity. He had already paused the video, silence filling the space around him in the empty room. "And how do you know I'm not lying about where I live? Who knows, I could have picked one at random. What would you do then?" He replied calmly, keeping his eyes on the screen as he typed quickly. He had prided himself in his typing skills. Maturity. That's what quite a few girls want in a boy. And they find it, as well as a few other things. He looked to the side at his cellphone, hidden between the trashcan and the computer desk as it rang loudly, lights flashing on the wood surface of the desk. He leaned down, looking at the ID. Smirking, he lifted it to his ear. "Hello?" He whispered, and a voice answered him calmly.

"Mikael? Is that you, man?"

"Yeah. Who else?" He snorted. "Adrian?"

A gruff laugh replied, and a slight crackling echoed through the other line. "Same sense of humor I see,"

"What do you need?"

"A gun. Anything, really. I don't even need a good one. As long as it works for tonight, I'll be fine."

"Can you keep it from tracing back?"

"Hell yeah. Just wear gloves, and we'll give it a good wipe down before you give it to me."

"And the bullets?"

"I'll replace them."

Mikael smirked softly. "Good. Alright, my gun cabinet is on the ground floor, in the pantry. You'll have to feel around for the door and crawl through. I can't let others know it's there, can I?" He laughed and man on the other line disconnected. He looked back at the chat.

"Alright." He responded, "you caught me. Busted. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a colleague moving through, and I don't think I trust him alone with guns. I'll be back, don't go anywhere." And he sent it, standing up and walking downstairs as the door opened.

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{ I am a Stalker. Got a problem? }

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Loran. Renne . Stevens

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She leans up when she sees his reply, what if he put a random town down by random. That was a good question, what would she do? ' Hmm, I could care less if you lived near me, actualy, I would be kinda happy, someone to talk to besides the stupid idiots that I'm force to live with. ' She sends, then she waits, she yawns, streachting, then looks at the screen of the computer, seeing that he added, she smirks seing what he wrote. ' Yes sir. I shall be waiting. ' She decides to reply to the " I'll be right back" part. loran than waits again.

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[Pugnacious Peace]

Mikael Lorn

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Mikael stood at the kitchen table as a face popped into the room. "Mikael.. Psst, are you in here?"

"Yes, moron, you don't have to whisper. Who else would be here?"

"Just wondering, jeez."

"Yeah..." He frowned and led the man into the pantry, reaching for a small knob beneath a shelf. "You'll have to duck." He mumbled, getting on his knees and crawling through. "The last thing I need is for someone to know all this is here."

"You're too paranoid."

"And you're too easy." He hissed, sighing and getting through to the next room, where he opened the cabinet and pulled out a gun. He set it on the table, sliding on a pair of latex gloves. "Grab that bottle over there, and a rag, please." He mumbled, and the man rushed to grab them.

"You've done this before?"

"No, that's how I've evaded police for so long." He rolled his eyes and poured the liquid on the gun, wiping it down with the old rag until it was almost completely shiny. He set it down and turned on the black light above it, looking at it closely with a magnifying glass. "No prints, no oils. Alright, that's good." He smirked softly and picked it up. "I'd hate to leave it in YOUR dirty hands, but here. "And before you even use that gun, you bring me the receipt for the ammunition, got it?" He growled, and the man nodded quickly.

"Can do, Mikael!"

"You'd better not double cross me again."

"I won't." And the outside door closed, leaving Mikael in silence again, eyes narrowed. He knew better. He grabbed his own gun, not bothering with a wipe down, and followed behind his old friend. He got in his car and followed him, noting the speed he was going. Only 45 through a 50 mile per hour road - bad boy. he smirked with the sarcasm and watched his friend's care drive into a gun shop's parking lot. "Well I'll be damned. He was telling the truth." He pulled in beside the other car, pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He brought up a lighter and turned on the radio, moving his leg up and down with impatience. When his friend came out of the store, Mikael laughed at the shock on his face.

"You didn't believe me!?"

"Of course I didn't. You'd backstabbed me before, I wanted to be sure you actually did it this time. Receipt?"

A white peice of paper was put in Mikael's hand, and he smiled. "Good boy. Alright, we're set. Happy hunting." He put on a pair of gloves and put out the cigarette, the rolled up death stick, and drove off, heading back home. He got on the computer moments later, responding to the girl.

"Back. Sorry it took so long."

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{ I am a Stalker. Got a problem? }