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In the Rose Hall, a prom was held for the South Crest High School. It was now due time for the prom king and queen to be crowned. She, in her brilliant pearl dress, and he, with his onyx tuxedo smiled at each other. They were the typical high school pair, the prep and the jock. When the tiara and crown were placed on both heads, the lights went out.

"What such a lovely scene....I think I'll make it even more beautiful."

The lights suddenly flashed on. Both the king and queen were seen decapitated from the limbs. Blood spilled from the stage they were presented on to the floor the crowd. Everyone was in a panic. They only knew one thing to do, and that was to vacate the area. But there was one thing wrong..

The doors and windows had been locked.

"Aww, why must you run? There's still much fun to be had...just stay a while, won't you?"

Now, the remaining must help, or harm each other in order to find a way out, to save themselves..


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Yep, this is a role-play..a survival-horror one at that. It's getting really hard to find these over Gaia.
Character Info
Name
Age, Grade
*Appearance
*Temperment/Personality
*Theme Song (Yup, a theme song)
What they're carrying right now. If it's a purse, then they can only carry up to three items. No one can have more than one purse.
*=Indicates an option, it's not really necessary.


Rules
1) No godmodding, unless you're a Cenobite. Even so, there's still some rules that apply. For the sake of this role-play, one can't start out as a Cenobite unless you're Pinhead. And if you want to be Pinhead, you have to PM me for additional info.
2) More rules will be up soon. Haven't figured those out right now...^^;

Name: Abigale (Abby) Danes
Age, Grade: 16, 10th
*Appearance : Blond, each strand of hair a natural shade of gold or white, ranging from copper to silver, with big hazel eyes and pale skin, like a china doll. She has a flowing gown of silver silk that looks like it's many shifting tones between silver and white.
*Temperament/Personality: Abby looks fragile, but even though she is popular, her life has been hard, which has made her hard. At first glance, she is like a fairytale princess, a damsel in distress, but once you get to know her, she is one of the strongest people you will ever meet.
*Theme Song: Popular, from Wicked, yet she's no b***h (sorry, but Glinda just comes off as a spoiled twit.)
Accessories: A special necklace with a matching ring, both antiques, and a clutch purse. The purse contains a little case, with cosmetics, another little pouch with a pocket knife that has a little slot for a needle and thread (in case someone's dress gets ripped), and money and identification. She already lent the DJ her Ipod.

((OOC: A couple of notes here--I'm still throwing around how to go about this. I'm thinking either worst-case-scenario, or maybe the whole "my traits/fears will be my downfall" sort of deal. Also, I'm opening a slot up for 2 associates with the killer, so abou' 3 killers right now...but that depends on how many people join.))

Name: Brian Horner
Age, Grade: 18, 12th
*Appearance:
*Temperment/Personality: Hates socializing, but decided to come to the dance anyways.
*Theme Song (Yup, a theme song): Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones
What they're carrying right now: Leatherman's multi-purpose tool, Switchblade, emo bag with a bunch of random crap in it.

Name: Ophelia Lewis
Age, Grade: 10th, 16
Appearance: She's quite small, with short brown hair, green eyes and a peach coloured dress.
Personality: Shy, cute, geeky. This is her first real prom. She hasn't got a date.
Theme song:The Pink Panther
Carring: a clutch bag with money, pepper spray and her locker key

([{-Never fear! LORD DRAGO IS HERE!!!-}])
Brian stared around violently at the panicking students. "You run in fear from something unseen like a flock of sheep in the dark... how pitiful." Brian said as he grabbed his bag and started off for the corner. The faster he was dead the better. And yet, every pursuit of death he had ended in painful tragedy, laced with misery and an anasteisia called adrenaline.

Brian knew that he wouldn't be the first to die. In fact, his type always died last. Most of the time, they were the survivors. He had seen plenty of slasher flicks at horrorfest not to know about how a demonic killer's mind worked. In the several seconds that the lights had been out, unless there had been razor-sharp cheesewire everywhere in the room, only one kind of person or thing could have possibly killed that fast with such percision.

Only a demonic or unhuman murderer had that sort of power.

What is Hellraiser?

((Duh... Pinhead... you know; demonic serial killers who go around slaughtering random victims because they can?))