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Sтїскs 'и' Sтоηεs//OPEN//Full - Introductory Post
mmbehbehIris Hale had always been the epitome of innocence in her hometown. She was the last person anyone would have thought to be a killer. After all, her father was a respected man and well-known man. Many people looked to him for advice as well as financial help, but there was one thing he was known for more than everything else. His sense of pride and appearance. Mr. Hale had been a stickler when it came to keeping a clean slate and perfect reputation, so anything that could possibly ruin his standing as a speaker of the Church was outlawed in his household. His children were raised by the Bible, and they were absolutely flawless. At least, that's what he liked for people to think. His daughter Triela seemed to be a problem spot for him. What with her tattoos and piercings, she had sinned. The body is your temple, and Triela was never against puncturing holes in that temple. Despite how great of a man Mr. Hale was, he didn't seem to understand that children and teens would always be the curious little buggers that they were.
mmbehbehTriela herself was never one for religion, she had a brain and was a functioning person. She could make her own assumptions and inferences about God, if there was a God. And she really didn't care if she got seven million tattoos and pierced every open patch of skin on her body. At the age of eleven she had gotten someone to pierce her belly button, because she wanted it done and it looked cool. Her dad had been pissed, because he said that it made their family look bad. But there was really no reason to hop on his daughters case about this. Other than her small rebellious streak, she'd followed rules and was a nice and smart girl. If anything, the slow but deliberate 'evil' in Triela was Mr. Hale's fault. It started one day when Mr. Hale had brought his daughter to the movies. Triela was a pretty girl, and she looked so in the clothes she was wearing. Her dad didn't agree with how she dressed, but he still loved her anyway, and thought she was a saint (piercings aside). He wouldn't have anyone at all tainting her! Especially not mindless teenage boys that had decided to hit on her while waiting in line for popcorn!
mmbehbehIt started with her father's threats. He was a speaker of the Church, therefore he had right to threaten any person that he thought to be unholy. It was a bit ridiculous, really. It was as if he was a Puritan in the time of the Salem witch trials. He would be the first to cry witch on these boys for making his daughter blush (even with pleasure) and trying to take away her innocence, just so he could see them hang. It made perfect sense to him to make it known to all that they couldn't mess with his daughter. Triela thought her father was a crazy and nonsensical man, because by voicing his threats, he left her to be virtually isolated. People thought she was weird because she wasn't allowed to do certain things, and guys didn't want to touch her with a ten foot pole. What if Mr. Hale was around? Even in school when she was assigned a project with a boy, Mr. Hale would march down to the school and demand she be re=partnered. Thus the bitterness and curiosity built up in the teenage girl.
mmbehbehWasn't it natural for a teen to wonder what sex felt like? Despite the fact that her father wanted her associated with it in no way possible, of course Triela knew about it. She wasn't a stupid girl, she knew a lot more than her dad thought she did. It's what happened when you started reading books meant for older teens and adults, and people around school talked about it non-stop. Was it so wrong for her to want it? She didn't think so . . . . and not being much of a shy girl, Triela talked to her friends about it and . . .. well she'd been foolish enough to ask her crush out on a date. And . . . .well, when things started to get heated after the movie and her father wasn't home, he freaked out and left, saying there was no way he wanted her dad to walk in on them. That she understood, but it made her really sad. She wanted to try, and didn't care who with! It was reading this graphic book that probably made her think to force a guy to have sex with her. But she couldn't help but give it a try. . . . if anything, it would defy what her father wanted, which was 'innocence'. So she planned out the first rape occurrence.
mmbehbehIt hadn't really started as something serious. Only something that she'd been thinking of. You know how a person acts out things in their mind. . . . well, Triela starting thinking on it more and more. She realized she couldn't just THINK of it. The more she thought of it, the more she wanted to do it. Despite her father's holy teachings, it only seemed natural to her that she should want to do this. Not only because she wanted it so bad, but because she of all people would be able to get away with it. Who would suspect the preacher's daughter of such a violent crime? Not many in the town where she lived would. But just in case. . . . she took her time planning the act, to make sure it went by with ease. All she had to do was use the seductive tone that none expected her to use and then convince them that her dad was out of town for the week to get them to her house. That's what she did too, and for the most part it worked flawlessly. Of course when she got the guy to her house, he didn't want anything to do with her that would get him in trouble. He tried to leave but . .. .well Triela didn't want that, so she did what she'd planned to do. Triela may have looked weak, but she wasn't. She grabbed him from behind and dragged him to her room, gagging him.
mmbehbehThen . . . the things that she wanted went down. She hadn't thought it would work as well as it had, though. But surprisingly, everything worked out and she found sex to be as good as people made it out to be, even if it WAS her first time and the other person wasn't doing it willingly. Just because HE didn't like it, didn't mean that his body didn't like it. He was a guy, and his mind was programmed a certain way. She'd been locked up for killing the people she'd raped, as well as the rape itself, but at first killing hadn't been her intention. All she wanted was the thrill. It was after she'd committed her first crime that she heard her father's car pull up into the drive way. That was when she realized that he would literally try and kill the guy she'd raped, even though she was the one in the wrong this time. And she most certainly didn't want to be caught, so . . . . it didn't take long for her to get dressed and looking like she normally did, then drag the guy into her bathroom, where she threw him into the tub and slit his throat and wrists. The weird thing for her was that. . . . she honestly didn't feel bad about it. Considering whose family she was in and how her father raised her, she should have felt at least a small piece of guilt for killing an innocent person but . . .. well she figured her actions were completely justified. She raped because her father was too protective and wouldn't let her and another guy willingly have sex, and she killed because she didn't want the guy to get in trouble, nor herself. It was simple, and there was no way she'd get in trouble for THAT. Or so she thought.
mmbehbehOf course she ended up getting caught. After that first time, she continued with what she did with a number of other people; girls as well as guys. Her mind wasn’t getting any more repentant, seeing as she soon stopped killing because she thought it benefited him. Instead she killed them after the sex because it was fun, and she enjoyed coming up with different ways to dispose of the body. Her mistake had been deviating from her usual plan and raping a guy in a hotel, rather than her own home. One of the people that worked there caught her leaving with something suspicious in a bag. He called the cops because she’d been a little bit too . . . weird for his tastes, and reported the suspicious activity. The stealth and silence. The cops arrived and searched the premises. The body wasn’t found, but some blood in the hotel room was, and that had been the end of Triela’s free lifestyle. Thankfully they hadn’t been able to discover ALL the people she had killed and identify who they were, seeing as she’d done a pretty good job with hiding her work, but they’d found out enough to get her in jail for life.
mmbehbehPrison wasn’t too bad; the only thing that sucked was that she couldn’t really do her hobby in the prison. It was one of those stupid all girl facilities, and while she’d raped people that were female, she wasn’t really that interested in them sexually. It had just been experimental, she was honestly and truly straight. That was why when she had been told about this little game, she was thrilled to get out. No one would know of her father now, and so what if she was a rapist? She would be with other killers, and the point would be to kill. So if she was lucky, she would be able to do her raping thing again, and if not . . . . well the killing would certainly be enough for her.
mmbehbehShe'd been in the room with the other people from the beginning, but she didn't really see any point in talking to them. They were all going to be against each other, yes? Why would you play pointless games like truth AND dare, and do things that made you enemies? There were only two times that Triela had even bothered to open her mouth to speak, otherwise she just sat against a wall with her hood to her jacket pulled up over her blue bangs, and watched the show. The first time she spoke was as she was hearing all these introductions of who they were and what their crimes were. It seemed to her like each person was trying to out-show the person before, aside from a few people who were just panicking and looking all. . . innocent. When an opportunity came to speak, she cleared her throat, pulling back her hood for a moment because she would rather people be able to SEE her when she spoke. “Well, if anyone cares, which I'm sure none of you do, I'm Triela Hale. And my crime . . . . well it's not important is it?” Really if they were all only going to kill each other, there wasn't a point in stating crimes. But she decided at least hinting at what she'd done wouldn't hurt, seeing as so many people were bashing on the guy . . Phillip was it? They were bashing on his crime of . . . having sex with a dead cheerleader? Well it was an odd thing to do, but surprisingly she wasn't too disgusted by it. “Oh come on, people. There have been worse things in the world done than having sex with a dead body. What about killing the person after you have sex with and/or rape them? Is cannibalism not a worse crime? Stop acting like children that think everyone has cooties. . “
mmbehbehHer words were really to no one in particular, they were only something she'd said because that was what she was thinking. She didn't find any of the crimes put out in the air overtly disgusting, but then again she really didn't care. The only thing she REALLY cared about was the gates opening and her being able to get out and have some fun again. She could figure out with WHO at a later time, although looking around the room there seemed to be several prospects. Maybe she could befriend someone and turn on them when they least expected it? Triela was dragged from her thoughts when she saw an eyeball hit the ground. She hadn't been paying attention and she missed some crazy chick pulling out an eye?! A look of disgust crossed her face at that, seeing as Triela wouldn't even think of doing that to herself, but also she shook her head mumbling that the girl was foolish. She honestly didn't think that was a smart move, seeing as sight was something you needed. She could understand if maybe it wasn't even a real eye, but ... . it looked pretty real for the few seconds she'd had a look at it.
mmbehbehThings were getting too hysterical for Triela's liking . . . . and frankly some people were just being annoying. Not purposely, but really, screaming was an annoying sound. Triela made it a point not to pay attention to anything more than looking around and making tabs of people in her head. She was also trying to come up with what she could do once the gates opened, which they shortly did. The FIRST thing she wanted to do would have to wait. . . because that would require some patience and time. But she could attempt to find an ally, however opposed she was to it before. It could do a little good as for protection, but what if the ally turned on her? Most importantly, what weapons did she have? The stilettos she was wearing could be used. . . a few pins she had in her hair, and possibly some things on her clothing and the accessories she was wearing. But other than that, she'd have to scourge the city and pick up some things. Killing wasn't the first thing on her mind, but she didn't want to be killed either. She liked to think she was pretty good at self defense, though, so what problems did she have other the slightly controllable urge to jump someone so she could relieve herself of sexual frustration?
mmbehbehAs people started leaving the room, Triela merely sat on the arm of the couch for a moment so she could form a plan and think things out. The room seemed to be the safest place to be for the moment, anyway.
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- mmbehbehTriela didn't know what the point was of this, sticking all of them in one room. When she sat and thought about it, she figured it did make some sense. They were supposed to kill each other off, so sticking them in a room with no way out for a little bit would cause some irritation, maybe even get them to find reasons to kill the others off first. Some of the irritation Triela felt just by all the conversation going on had her wanted to stab someone with a spork, but of course she refrained. Number one, there was no spork to be seen in the room. There was no reason for them to just keep a spork lying around, as if they had anything to eat in the first place. Number two, Triela wasn't sure she'd be able to use her normal approach. Hell, she KNEW that this would be a bit more difficult than with how she normally overpowered the men that she'd raped. Sure, Triela was strong, but it wasn't as if she was the Incredible Hulk. She had muscles and strength, but let's face it: guys are just stronger than women are. It's a bit unfair that things work out that way, but Triela had never had much of a problem with it. Normally, even if the guy she was plotting to rape then kill was really muscular, she had no problem with getting him to cooperate.
mmbehbehNo, she wasn't saying that she'd taken steroids or anything so that she could handle him. But most of the time when this situation came about, they had willingly come into her house and into her room. She didn't have to use any force to do that. It took careful persuasion to get them to go inside the house of the psycho preacher's daughter, but Triela was a very convincing woman. It wasn't until they were actually on the bed of her room that the guy started freaking out, thinking that her dad was somewhere in the house. Then he'd tell her that this was a bad idea and that he needed to go home. Unfortunately for her victims, they weren't going to get out of the house. Why? Because she had a method to her madness. Before getting to the room, she would offer the guy something to drink and he would take it. He probably never knew that the drink was drugged . . . but that was just better for Triela, wasn't it? The drug she used pretty much kept him from being able to get up and run away, as if he could run away being cuffed to the bed anyway. And if it came down to it, she'd hit one of his pressure points and make him go limp, or even knock him unconscious.
mmbehbehSure, it was weird that sometimes she was having sex with someone that was unconscious. . . but his body still reacted and everything went the way she wanted it to, so she had no qualms with what was going on. There was just less of a chance of him attracting attention, right? All of this is to say that Triela didn't have that advantage this time. None of the guys or girls here would be lured into a bedroom. She didn't have any handcuffs or drugs at her expense, so she'd be relying solely on the objects around her. It came down to physical strength. And like I said, she was no Hulk. She was sure there were people in this room MUCH stronger than she was. But as long as she stayed confident and plotted carefully, she'd make it out alive, right? That was the goal. Making it out alive. She wasn't sure that would happen, what with the annoying reactions to everyone's crimes. Honestly, she didn't have any problems with any of the crimes that had been stated. Not even the cannibalism. She'd never chanced to eat a human or any human body parts, so she couldn't really say anything bad about it. The “don't knock it 'til you try it” factor applied. And besides, what cannibal boy had to say was actually true, ob both accounts.
mmbehbeh“. . . that's actually true, though good luck getting the starving kids to eat it. I suppose if you tell them it's chicken, they'll eat it in a heartbeat.” Unless of course they were vegetarians, but then again . . the starving children would most likely not be picky. If you had no food, you'd eat anything you could get your hands on. It was just a fact of life. Beggars can't be choosers. Triela's attention was caught by another male that was addressing her, speaking of the fact that the Phillip guy lost his virginity to a corpse. She thought about that for a second, and found herself laughing. She wasn't necessarily sticking up for Phillip, because she didn't really trust anyone around her, but she'd just been annoyed with how people were reacting. They were all criminals here, why couldn't they all just be mature about it? They all committed a crime, what did it matter the crime that they had committed? Phillip was just kind of . . well, she would say he was adorable, though she was sure he wouldn't make it long in the game. He did seem to be a bit of a baby about things, and he was sulking already and looked like he wanted out. Looking back to the guy that had spoken to her, she shrugged. “I don't really want your respect anyway, so save it for someone else. And I never said it wasn't pathetic to lose your virginity to a corpse, I said there have been worse crimes. So maybe you should follow your own advice and not speak unless you understand what is being spoken of.”
mmbehbehTriela already decided, she didn't like the guy, whatever his name was. Cheshire Cat something. It wasn't that he had called her out and already stated he had no respect for her, she just didn't like him. It was one of those first impression type deals. The first impression she got of this Demetry person, however, was that he at least have a sense of humor. And that he must have had a thing for little kids. But at his statement she raised her eyebrows a little bit then retorted, “Well if I was actually wearing them, then maybe. But since I'm not, no thanks. And even if I was, I don't think I'd have any problems with the task.” Given her perverted and sexual mind, the statement wasn't anything she would consider to be 'too much info'. If she wanted to go commando then so be it. Besides, it wasn't as if she'd been given much time to pick out what she wanted to wear anyway. Have of the clothes she'd chose her current outfit out of were filthy. She'd rather wear no underwear than dirty underwear.
mmbehbehThe fact that someone was already dead didn't surprise the blue-haired female much. They were here to kill, right? Why wait until the gates opened? Well, they technically did open, not long after the guy was killed, so so what? One less person to worry about. Triela was busy trying to think of how she should go about this whole game situation, but I lay emphasis on trying. She didn't get anywhere, because soon enough there was that guy again. The Necro with the pretty sweet hair and almost indecipherable accent. He'd said that she didn't have to .. .. didn't have to do what? She wasn't sure she'd even done anything . . . so she figured perhaps he thought she'd been sticking up for him. Well, if he really thought that and was talking to her about it. .. she could play it up, right? He seemed to be one of the easiest targets in the room, and the ones that had already left, to kill. Besides, she felt sorry for him. He wasn't sticking up for himself, and that wasn't going to let him get out alive. He probably wouldn't anyway, even if he DID have a partner, because only ONE person could win, and Triela wanted that one person to be her. But like she thought, she could play this up and maybe make Phillip trust her. “Maybe not, but I did. You shouldn't let people pick on you, anyway. How are you going to survive in this game if you don't stick up for yourself?” Her voice wasn't mean in any way, so it wasn't like she was making fun of him, although she HAD mentioned earlier that it was pathetic to lose a virginity to a dead person. Oh well, she could refrain from saying things like that from now on. She needed to find someone to team up with. Even if the person was weak, they would still help a little.
mmbehbehShe was going to continue, but some other guy walked up and started talking. To be honest, she hadn't really noticed him before. Was he that guy that was practically ******** that other chick? She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings half the time, but she remembered seeing him, it just took a second for her to recall him. She didn't, however, catch his name before this moment. He'd given it to her, and she took a moment to look him over. Despite the fact that he'd just announced his massive erection, she didn't think he was creepy. He looked like he was on a permanent high or something, and must have been a druggie of some sort. Definitely a sex addict, that much she could tell. But even as he asked if he could jerk off in front of them, she wasn't creeped out or anything. She actually laughed, amused by what he was saying. Triela wasn't the type of person that grimaced at those type of statements. Some people would say 'ewwww you're sick', but the fact that he wanted to masturbate was just something she'd have to deal with. He was a guy, and guys were all about sex, were they not? Triela was a bit sex-obsessed herself, but her situation was different. She guessed that Maurice had an even BIGGER problem with controlling himself sexually, and she wasn't saying that just because she glanced down at his pants with raised eyebrows. That was another problem in its entirety. Phillip might have been grossed out by Maurice, but she couldn't tell because she was too busy looking as if she was thinking on if she would mind that he masturbated while watching them. Was it just her, or could that be taken as a compliment? A rather odd compliment, but one nonetheless.
mmbehbeh“Well Hello, Maurice, does your erection have a name, too? Don't worry, you two aren't interrupting anything. But your erection might be pissed at you if you leave. And I do actually mind . . . wouldn't you rather have someone else do it for you, than do it yourself? I mean, if I was a guy, I know I'd rather have someone else give me relief than do it myself. Unless you just enjoy having sex with your hands.”
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