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 Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 3:36 pm
 We Wear The Masksto hide something terrifying
images by: photobucket & internet
inspired by: dark minds.
links: ooc
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 3:40 pm
StoryWelcome to Fleet; it's a beautiful town with an award winning butchers, the years best Mayor, perfect homes, houses, people, and teeth. They pride themselves on a chocolate box image of perfection; an ideal place to live. But Fleet is hiding something terrible. Something unspeakable. You may not notice it, most people don't. The looks they give, the knowing nods, the disappearing acts. Blackmail, lies, deceit. Murder. There's nobody to run to when even the Mayor is in on the action. It takes two to tango, and two to hold a secret. But only one slip up to ruin everything, or to get it all. People watch their backs, and others are ruthless in their steps. Some can't control themselves, where others use control as their weapon. Here down in Fleet, it's not what it seems.
Our characters are from two different sides here, some may be in the same family, living under the same roof, sleeping with the other. But they're different. On one side, the saints, the good people, the innocents. People who strive to keep the town with it's clean name, even if that means not reporting strange things that happen. On the other side, the menaces, the sinners, the broken minded. These people can't be trusted, with their own lives, and with others, they set out only to do wrong, and all riddled with their own psychological problems, it makes for a bad cocktail of crazy, lurking over the town like a black cloud.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 3:47 pm
RulesThere aren't many, 'cause I know you guys aren't stupid.
Just follow the ToS, speak literately and with at least two full paragraphs.
Use a photo which isn't a celeb or scene and no anime. Only photographs please.
Don't be hating, and warning: This roleplay is a little ******** up.
But y'know what? deal with it.
Fill out the reservation profile thing; there's no formal full profle, 'cause I can't be bothered in all honesty.
It's late, and I don't want to have to fill in one.
Enjoy, play to the rules.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:02 pm
Sinners
 name: Benjamin Hardy
role: Raping Dentist
age: 30
username: vgtbhjn
posting colour:forestgreen
Known for his title, this guy is dangerous. He's controling and powerful, and goes for both genders. He is a serial rapist and a sex adict. When he get's the urge, nothing stops him. He has a little something over the serial killer house wife, and uses her for his own dirty pleasures. His eyes have wandered to new victims recently, and it just so happens her son is on the shooting line.
 name: Marissa Daye
role: The Serial Killer Housewife
age: 32
username: Sinnistarr
posting colour:Orange
It started with just one, a hitch hiker. Then the blood lust set in, the desire to kill and kill again, until this woman just couldn't stop herself, she hired nannys and maids just to get rid of them, the dispose of their lives. It didn't matter who they were, or what they were. If she wanted them gone, there wasn't a lot of chance for them. She got caught ditching a body by the dentist, and was blackmailed into giving that pig her body.
[Sinnistarr]
 name: Austin Daye
role: Arsonist Football Player
age: 18
username: II N0M0PH0BIC II
posting colour: slategrey
Kids shouldn't play with matches, if they did. Well, they may just turn out like this guy. He's a jock in his school, and captain of the football team, and going out with the head cheerleader, okay he's not as smart as his brother, but Bs and Cs are all good. He loves his mother, The serial killer house wife. Of course he doesn't know about her, like she doesn't know about what he get's up to. This pyromaniac is the cause of most of the towns fires, and most of the peoples burns.
[17-19]
The Trafficking Mayor
Sex trafficking,of course. That is, okay. His day jobs good; he has a happy family, a good job and hey! life is pretty good. His daughters head of the cheerleading squad, and everything from the outside is looking good. His sex trafficking takes place underground, he uses his connections to get ahold of prositutes, and women who don't have visas and sell them on to other towns as street meat, and his co workers of course. He's in it for the money, the women. And ofcourse the free drugs he get's from the District attorney in exchange for a woman.
[36-40]
The drug lord District attorney
He has a very prestigious job, and well, from representing all of these criminals, he gets a cut of the goods, his work is well paid, but to make a good job of it, he needs a little something on the side, so the sentence wont be too harsh. He sells to most people who ask, and he exchanges drugs to the mayor himself, in exchange for one of his women. The same woman every time, he's quite fond of this woman. And who wouldn't be, she's lovely.
[33-40]
The Butchering Butcher
He's the most famous in his town, and people come from far and wide for his fantastic sausages and meats. Sure, he's got a good producer, but something in those sausages needs a secret ingrediant. And maybe a back deal with the mayor sees all of that ingrediant he wants. When whores get pregnant, and their children are born- they can't be thrown out on the street, right? They're handed to him, a terrible crime, or a kind act. Those kids would've grown up messed up anyway. Recently he took in a runaway, a little skinny; but he can build her up. All of that meat! he'll have enough sausages to fill the town.
[25-40]
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:17 pm
Saints
 name: Daniel Daye
role: Geeky Brother
age: 16
username: Sinnistarr
posting colour:Blue
He tries hard in school; he gets straight As, but heck, he's just not as cool as his older brother the jock. The head of the football team, and going out with that beautiful girl, it's wrong to do so- but he wishes he had his life sometime. All this guy gets is bullying, and rejection. To make matters worse, he needs braces fitted by the dentist, and he's terrified of that place, mainly because of the weird feeling he gets when the dentist is leaning over him.
 name: Stephanie Peters
role: cheerleader
age: 17
username: vgtbhjn
posting colour:navy
With the mayor for a daddy, and the head jock as her boyfriend, she's the happiest girl in the world! She loves talking on the phone with her friends, laughing socialising and cheering of course, she's a little dim, but she'd be able to tell if something was wrong, wouldn't she? Well, her nails are of more importance than what other people get up to, so she blissfully ignores the wrong doing one may see if they looked hard enough.
[VGTBHJN]
 name: Sophia Linn White
role: Battered Whore
age: 23
username: Simply complexed
posting colour:steelblue
Life is hard, it was hard all her life, and it only got harder when she lost her job and had to work as a hooker on the streets. Things got worse then because she was picked up by the police, and handed into the citys care, where she met her new boss, the mayor. Now she's forced on strangers all the time; for no money. They beat her up, spit in her face and hurt her. But- one guy, seems alright. He's got a dirty past apparently, but soft hands. The Mayor wont let her go to the district attorney, but she desperately wants to be free of his hands once and for all.
 name: Nikki Chang
role: The Runaway
age: 16
username: Memories in the Mist
posting colour: darkviolet
A run away young girl finds herself on the wrong side of trouble, when she meets the well renowned butcher of the town. He takes her in and gives her a place to stay, and a lot of good food. He's like a father to her. May something terrible be about to unfold for this girl?
The better wife.
All the cook offs, all the cake breaks and school events, this mother is the mother to win it. A fantastic house wife and an icon to the other mothers. Everyone is jealous of her, and her bigest rival is the mother from down the road, the serial killer housewife. Maybe she shouldn't cross her? but how is she to know what terrible things lie beneath the perfect makeup?
[30ish]
 name: Robert Markskin
role: Innocent Criminal
age: 27
username: simply complexed
posting colour:crimson
Just freed from prison for something he didn't do, he's angry with the district attorney, and wants to sort this out once and for all. He's good friends with both housewives, and is staying with the better wife until he finds his own place, maybe he should be more careful about how he approaches the powerful drug lord. Something worse than jail may just occur.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:24 pm
CopsGood Cop
This police officer stives to be the best at everything, and moved to this perfect town so his police force would be untouchable and have a perfect record. But recently something strange has been happening, but he can't quite place his finger on what. He'll investigate with his partner; and also one of his biggest crushes, Bad Cop.
[25-30]
 name: Jamie Collins
role: Bad Cop
age: Twenty-six
username: justanothersomebody
posting colour:cobalt
Saved from being a sex slave by the Mayor and given a job in the police force, she's loyal to his demands, and reports back any news to him, when there is some. Recently her partners been looking around for trouble, and it's her job to convince him otherwise and lead him to the dead ends. She knows he has feelings for her, and maybe that'll work in her advantage here.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:29 pm
Reserve Skellys
P m me these and fill them out. Please use age appropriate models.[imgleft]http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr342/Unacceptable/Forum Icons Storage/100x100.png[/imgleft] name: (first and last name)
role: (role)
age: (age brackets to give you a hint here)
username:
posting colour:[color=[postingcolourhere][/color]
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:39 pm
Relationships
Dentist - Using Serial killer wife for sex with blackmail and has his eye on her son, Geeky Brother
Serial killer housewife- two sons, Arsonist Football player and the Geeky Brother
Arsonist Football player - goes out with cheerleader
Cheerleader- Mayor daddy
Mayor- works closely with district attorney and battered whore and Bad cop and close work with the butcher
Butcher- works with the mayor and district attorney for his business matters, fattening up the run away
District Attorney- really likes battered whore, betratyed innocent criminal.
Innocent criminal - hates district attorney, living with the better wife. Sleeping with both wives.
Better wife- rivals with serial killer housewife, falling for the innocent criminal.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:40 pm
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 4:03 pm
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 4:38 pm
 Benjamin Hardy
Ben lidded his eyes and looked beside his bed, it was messy, but his whole room was white and almost clinical in the way he'd put it. Pure white sheets, walls, draws and floors, and all spotlessly clean, apart from his messed up bed sheets, but he'd straighten those later, for sure. For now though; he needed to change and get to work, he was cutting it fine here by waking up at this time. He had appointments, people to see and things to do. Only for the morning though; the afternoon was his, and seeing as he had the surgery to himself, he guesed he'd invite Marissa over, maybe. Maybe he'd do a check up for that son of hers, she makes for good breeding, it seems.
Smirking to himself at his own perverted nature, he slid himself out of bed, and made a quick turn for his shower, removing the boxers he had on, and jumping into his power shower, for his morning wakeup. As he washed his lean body, he thought about his days tasks, his patients. What he had to do, the simple tasks, the casual feels and touches he'd do today, he mainly had undesirable patients, but there was one or two who he could make their time uncomfortable- there was no mistaking this mans mind for that of a sex addict, and a fiend. As he finished his shower, he slipped out, drying himself before looking into the mirror at his own face. He gave a smile to himself, pleased with his own appearance, before turning and making an exit from the bathroom, back to his bedroom.
He changed into his dentists uniform, some white trousers; with a white short sleeved shirt, buttoned right to the top. He wore black shoes with this, and all he'd need was his rubber gloves, which he'd get once he got to work. He'd gotten so used to wearing them now that he felt strange without them on. As a dentist, they were something that made up his identity. Picking up the mobile phone from his bedside table, he clicked down to Marissas name, and selected it smiling.
to; marissa
from; benny
I have a free afternoon;
i can see Daniel about those braces;
if not, maybe just a quicky with you?
i have time to fill. it's your choice how.
Clicking send, the tall man slid the phone into his pocket; before making his way downstairs, skipping breakfast and heading straight for work, getting into his black sports car, and driving the short distance down the road, into his own building, where his receptionist was waiting at the desk, giving him a small nod as he entered, and handing him his appointment list for the day. Reading over, he sighed a little bit walking into his office to start the slow grind of a working day. A jobs a job, he guessed. But it was still hellish looking at children's teeth or old peoples fake teeth. Two ends of the scale, and both as horrific as the next. He swore, if one more kid bit him- he'd quit.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 6:03 pm
The Serial Killer Housewife.
Before her alarm had even started going off, the beautiful Marissa Daye was already awake and moving. The housewife every woman in Fleet wish they were. A wonderful mother, an amazing cook, the perfect wife (at one point anyway), and a timeless beauty.The thought of what she really was would never even pass through your mind. As her two sons slept, she wandered about the house, picking things up here and there, eventually winding up in the kitchen to start breakfast for the boys. Well, more than likely breakfast for Danny. He was the only one that ever came down early enough to eat. Humming a rather cheery tune, she slipped on a pristine white apron, and tied the two long strings in the back into the cutest bow. A beautiful housewife, indeed.
Still humming she headed for the basement, each stair creaking with every step she took. She didn't even bother to turn the light on, as she passed through the creepy room filled with old memories,old toys, strollers, cribs, and boxes that belonged to her former husband. And at the very end of the long room was a large, locked door and with grace she passed by all the old boxes and memories getting to the door with ease. Digging around in her dress pocket she pulled out a large, very old fashioned looking key and forced it in, giving it a hard turn to the left, and pulling the heavy door open with quite a bit of force. Entering the mysterious room, she pulled the door behind her, giving a quick tug to make sure it was locked. There was no more then a single light bulb in the room, and everything was covered in plastic. It was so clean, it looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. But no, this was Marissa's work room. And laying in front of her, like a pathetic squirming animal was her prey. Strapped down with three thick, sturdy, bolted down pieces of leather, with his mouth gagged was Ed Thorton. A notorious woman beater, who had left every woman he had every been with beaten and burned. A fat, hairy, pathetic excuse for a human being, who was finally getting what he deserved. He tried to scream, but got nothing but muffled noise through his gag. She smiled at him, her perfect white teeth glistening, "Good morning Edward," she said as if she were greeting a house guest. The victim looked at her with a terrified stare. She walked over to a smaller table on the other side of the room, which had a long line of tools ready for her use. Everything from knives, to hammers, scalpels, sewing needles, even a bunch of fishing line. Picking up the largest knife she could get her hands on, she walked over to the table, and sighed at him, "Oh Edward, I'm sorry to -cut- this short, but you're stinking up my work room! And men like you, just can't stay on this planet. You're making the female race meek, and fragile, and bruised. We just can't have that. We just can't. " and just as she lowered the blade to his throat, with the most elegant smile on her face, she felt a buzz in the pocket of her dress. Frightened it was her son, she pulled the blade away and yanked off a glove to read the text. It wasn't her son, it was that piece of s**t Ben Hardely. a*****e caught her dumping a body, and has had blackmail over her ever since. She snarled at the message, typing something in real quick. Now she was annoyed.
To:Ben
From:Marissa
Yes. Danny does need braces.
Sadly, you are the only decent dentist in Fleet.
I'm not having sex with you today.
Go ******** your secretary.
Pig.
And with the message sent, she let out a loud scream, and slit Mr. Thorton's throat out of pure anger. A small stream of blood splattered all over her apron. Tossing the knife, gloves, and apron on the table, she left the room before he even had the chance to stop gurgling.
Once back upstairs, she checked for any blood splatter, and as always she was clean. She regained her smile, started humming once again and went upstairs to wake up Danny. With a quick knock on the door, she peeked in and smiled, "Daniel dear, up and at 'em! We have an appointment at the dentist today, you need your braces!" she said heading back out to get her things together so they could leave. Oh how she hated Ben, he was such a dirt bag, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't tell the police because he'd just tell them about her dumping bodies all over town. She was stuck playing this game of his. And it was horrible.
Well. At least he was attractive.
>>This house wife sure isn't desperate.<<
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 7:22 pm
 Guilty until proven innocent
The Innocent Criminal When was the last time he had heard this silence? Slowly opening the dark blue orbs he had for eyes so he could adjust to the light that filtered into the room. Colors of blues and greens filled his vision, it looked to him to be the room of a young adult but he knew better. It had been a month since Robert had been let out of prison for a crime he didn’t commit. Sure he wasn’t a completely innocent man, but he was convicted of manslaughter for a girl in this very town. A girl he had never met before in his life. She was a traveler, coming here to take pictures of this rather perfect looking scenery. She never made it to her photo shoot. She had been found in some ditch out in the middle of nowhere, how they connected him to the crime he never understood. But that b*****d that was supposed to defend him ended up ringing robber by the neck. It was lucky that the jury only saw it as an accidental crime instead of murder. So manslaughter was sentenced and two years in prison were served. Two years in hell. Just the thought of it made Robert’s blood boil. Sitting up from the baby blue sheets he looked at the door that sat ajar. He couldn’t remember what the wife of the house had said happened to her husband but because of it she had let him stay – even though she knew what he had been convicted of. For some reason he felt she saw him as innocent. She was probably one of the only that actually saw him that way.
Standing from the bed he let out a low groan, twisting his back till it popped before walking towards the closet to grab a pair of pants and a shirt. He would have gone without a shower but… the wife of the house was a bit of a pleaser for him. He couldn’t help it if the whole night they were tossing around in the bed with one another making love in a way he thought he had forgotten. So with a clean set of clothing in his hand he walked towards the bathroom that was across the hall. Looking down the hall for the wife – he didn’t want to disturb her in whatever she was doing - he walked quietly into the bathroom. After closing the door and turning the water on he began to strip, placing his dirty clothing into the hamper and standing in the bathroom nude until the water was hot enough for him to actually enjoy the shower.
It had to be one of the quickest showers of his life, scrubbing, rinsing and drying. That was the extent as he finally dressed. Buttoning the last button on his shirt before slicking back his hair carefully as to not look out of place in this perfect town. He didn’t want others to see him as a killer, mainly because he wasn’t one. But a jury of his peers condemned him with the thanks of his attorney and half of the town probably looked twice when he passed by. Something he feared. Finishing in the bathroom he walked down the hall and out the front door, checking his pockets to be sure he grabbed his phone and keys off the bathroom counter – which he had. With that he was walking down the beautifully paved road towards the center of town. He wanted to buy a few things, some flowers for both the wife he was staying with and Marissa – the wife who he could really connect to for some reason, a book or two for the house, and to look for a job. Which was the hardest for him to come by seeing as he had something on his resume that no other would think twice on.
He didn’t want to be rude and carry two sets of flowers to Marissa’s house so he purchased hers and started on his way towards her house. The walk wasn’t that long seeing as this was a town of under a thousand. So walking from house to house was a bit of a breeze. When he finally arrived at the house he checked himself in the window, then looked at the flowers he had purchased to make sure they looked as good as can be. They were a mixture of star lilies and blood roses. Something he thought was a bit odd but it looked beautiful. So he couldn’t help but get for his beloved friend. With one last check he rang the doorbell and hoped for the best. There were some days that she was a bit… unwelcoming. Though he never understood why.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 9:07 pm
The Geeky Brother.
Oh the wonderful dreams Daniel was having that night. Dreams of popularity, perfect looks, girls falling all over him, while staying smart and getting straight A's. Oh the perfect life, and of course like every other dream, it had to end. The sound of a knock and his mother's voice pulled him from his sweet, sweet dreams. With a small groan he pulled the covers over his head and wished for more sleep. But he knew how his mom would nag if he didn't get up the first time she asked him too. So being the good mama's boy he was, he forced himself upright, looking out the window to see that it was a nice day outside. And what was he doing on this nice day? Something to make him even less popular and more miserable at school; getting freakin' braces. His mom said those invisible ones didn't work nearly as well as the metal ones, so train tracks here we come. All aboard the Danny express. He pouted a bit, and made his way out of bed, slipping on a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt on before heading downstairs. He looked around for his moron brother, but he was out of sight. Maybe at his beautiful girlfriend's house. What a lucky a*****e.
Slowly making his way down the stairs, he looked into the kitchen for his mom to give her a hug good morning, but she wasn't around. He cocked a brow in questioning, but his attention was turned away by the sound of a doorbell. Who the hell? Maybe his brother got drunk and forgot his keys at home again; idiot. "I got it mom!" he said calling out to her, wherever she may be.
Rubbing the back of his head and letting out a yawn, he took his sweet time getting to the door. He couldn't care less how long his brother had to wait outside. Unlocking the door, and pulling it open he was rather surprised to see Robert, his mom's new friend. He was an interesting character, Danny didn't have much a problem with him, yet. If he tried making the moves on his mom, he'd probably clock the guy. Pushing open the second glass door, he forced a polite smile, "Hey dude. Come on in. Not sure where my mom is, probably in the backyard. We're probably leaving soon for the dentist, I have to get freakin' braces." he said holding the door open till he came inside.
Leading Robert to the living room he glanced at the flowers, lifted a brow, and pursed his lips. "Uhm...Robert..I'm not trying to be presumptuous or anything, but are you trying to make moves on my mom? Not really sure how I feel about that. Those flowers are really pretty, and her favorite color, I'm highly suspicious." he said crossing his arms over his chest. He was very protective of her, even though she was dealing with dad's death pretty well, he know she was fragile when it came to romance.
(ooc: I started an ooc thread for this roleplay. ;D Check it out!)
[[Wishing for a day that the geeks take over.]]
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 9:55 pm
 The Battered and Bruised that Lose their Name
The Battered Whore It had been a hard night, the mayor had been in a foul mood and decided that to alleviate this frustration he would send Sophia out into the night with his best customers so he could have a bit of extra spending money for the day. So now sore and still broke she sat in the small room the mayor gave to her in the back of his house - his dim daughter still believed after all this time that she was living there as a live in maid - cleaning the cuts and trying to hide the bruises that now littered her upper torso. The mayors best clients were the roughest on her – except the attorney, he was always sweet. Talking to her kindly, treating her body as if it was a temple to him. He had never laid a hand against her, in fact he often spoke sweet nothings to her until she fell asleep in his arms like a lover would do to her…. Well that is what she felt a lover might do if she had ever had one.
Running her fingers as best she could through her red hair, trying to get any tangles out that were in her sight. Her hands shook with each pull of her hair, every move her sore body made. She was not her own person. She was nothing more than a whore to the mayor. She wanted to be more than that, she want to be loved, she wanted to make something of herself… at first she just slept around to make some extra money for schooling or whatever she needed at the moment. But she asked the wrong guy if he wanted a good time. And so now she sat in this small room with nothing more than a mattress and three outfits so she could please the men and women that the mayor saw fit to hand her off to.
There was no use for her to pout, no need to cry. She had been here nearly a year, at first she cried every night, tried to think of ways to kill herself. But she never could, she wanted to live. She wanted to see the world, fall in love, maybe have a family, even if none of that seem to be in her grasp anymore. Standing up she stretched as best she could before walking into the main part of the house, as she went she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. If she didn’t keep up the façade that she was there to clean the Mayor would make sure her life ended there.
Walking into the kitchen she began washing her arms, scrubbing them up to the elbow just to be safe before she raided the fridge for what to cook for the young daughter of the mayor. Biting the bottom of her lip she began to separate egg whites from the egg, setting the yolks aside – she would make a cake or something later with that… maybe she would scramble it and eat it herself once the mayor was gone… she didn’t dare steal from him but she needed to eat and the best way was to do it with food that would probably be thrown out because the cheerleader didn’t eat anything that was high in carbs or fat… after the eggs were ready she put in an English muffin for the mayor and set out some orange juice. Then the scrambling of the eggs commenced. Quickly cooking them and setting them on two plates, then some bacon and sausage was cooked for the mayor and some fruit was cut for the daughter. After it was all set up she cleaned the dishes and left the kitchen so as to not be seen by either… she was an eyesore to both… and reminded constantly of this.
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