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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:56 pm
Or just hold her head over it to scare her then dip your hand in and flick the oil on her face to show her it's still cold. No kitchen would dare leave that thing on over night.
Then go about calling her fat. It's a classic move but say it like 'You rarely see someone as fat as you with a bee-sting chest. Looks like two Tic-Tacs on a beanbag chair."
And since she has such a strong love for her hair target that. "A shih tzu's a** matted with dried on crap looks better."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:06 pm
Wrasynth takes a long drag from an clove cigarette, venting long dramatic curls of acrid smoke into the air from his nose. The shaft of light from the spot light contrasting the smoke and his onyx black skin. "Do not loose your temper. You loose your control and your revenge is over all too quickly. This is something you want to enjoy... slowly." Smiling as he starts gesturing with his hand to illustrate this point, a slow cold angry grip crushing at something implicitly sensitive. Taking another drag he calmly exhales a smoke ring, "You have to stay on target and in control," Blows a smaller smoke ring through the center, "Fear and intimidation are achieved by causing fear, which is all about context, and applied leverage. Which is to insert tiny glass needles across the whole entire body." He shivers visibly, his free hand elaborating illustrating again what every last inch exactly implies. He continues "Every last available inch you can get to. Then, you take a wet rope AND YOU LOOSE YOUR s**t, BEATING THE UNFORTUNATE p***k NEARLY TO DEATH AND GRINDING EVERY LAST ******** NEEDLE UP IN THEIR BODY TO DUST!" He takes moment to regain his composure, a greedy drag of his cigarette venting more smoke. He smooths his hair over, explaining, "This causes the broken class to cause tiny angry cuts when ever the person ever moves or even breaths. The nerves are ground into broken eventually, ligaments are damaged, the whole body breaks down most painfully significantly faster depending on how active they are. They become a prisoner to their own body. However the body does eventually push this glass out. The tear ducts especially produce glass, the collection of glass looks like you're weeping bloody glass beads." He sighs happily, drifting off briefly.
Recognition of his errant thoughts return, he continued once more "Anyways I would suggest using chloroform which is also known as ether. You can get this from any drug dealer as a special order. You simply lace a glove in this and surprise her. You can use a rag too, it's a bit more obvious though. My favorite is to ask someone is 'Does this smells like ether?'" He pushes his hand up into someone's theoretical face, "They then freely take a long smell because the general recognition and connection between ether and abduction isn't commonly made at all. Then drive out to the country to an abandoned barn, their are plenty out there. This is where doing your homework before hand really pays off. Then you do what ever it is you wanted to, although with her I would suggest something simpler like raw hide torture." He pauses "You need a heat lamp, raw hide (wet), and then some restraints. I'm a huge fan of industrial strength duct tape. The heat lamps dry the raw hide up and it slowly crushes what ever you have wrapped."
He sits back into a black recliner that wasn't there previously. A gout of black smoke and smell of brimstone being the only things that explain it's presence. He snaps his finger and the spotlight turns off. The sound of news paper still being fussed over while his eyes briefly glow a brilliant blood red while muttering "Ah Dilbert, you corporate puppet you."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:21 pm
I feel like a child listening to my favorite bedtime story. But all of that is thrown off by the fact I just want to bury my nose against your neck and inhale the scent of those cigarettes. No one smokes clove cigarettes around here.
But this is high school. We'll save such torture for spring break.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:34 pm
=O Wras, does all that stuff really work?
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:40 pm
Wrasynth Ksyamen Wrasynth takes a long drag from an clove cigarette, venting long dramatic curls of acrid smoke into the air from his nose. The shaft of light from the spot light contrasting the smoke and his onyx black skin. "Do not loose your temper. You loose your control and your revenge is over all too quickly. This is something you want to enjoy... slowly." Smiling as he starts gesturing with his hand to illustrate this point, a slow cold angry grip crushing at something implicitly sensitive. Taking another drag he calmly exhales a smoke ring, "You have to stay on target and in control," Blows a smaller smoke ring through the center, "Fear and intimidation are achieved by causing fear, which is all about context, and applied leverage. Which is to insert tiny glass needles across the whole entire body." He shivers visibly, his free hand elaborating illustrating again what every last inch exactly implies. He continues "Every last available inch you can get to. Then, you take a wet rope AND YOU LOOSE YOUR s**t, BEATING THE UNFORTUNATE p***k NEARLY TO DEATH AND GRINDING EVERY LAST ******** NEEDLE UP IN THEIR BODY TO DUST!" He takes moment to regain his composure, a greedy drag of his cigarette venting more smoke. He smooths his hair over, explaining, "This causes the broken class to cause tiny angry cuts when ever the person ever moves or even breaths. The nerves are ground into broken eventually, ligaments are damaged, the whole body breaks down most painfully significantly faster depending on how active they are. They become a prisoner to their own body. However the body does eventually push this glass out. The tear ducts especially produce glass, the collection of glass looks like you're weeping bloody glass beads." He sighs happily, drifting off briefly. Recognition of his errant thoughts return, he continued once more "Anyways I would suggest using chloroform which is also known as ether. You can get this from any drug dealer as a special order. You simply lace a glove in this and surprise her. You can use a rag too, it's a bit more obvious though. My favorite is to ask someone is 'Does this smells like ether?'" He pushes his hand up into someone's theoretical face, "They then freely take a long smell because the general recognition and connection between ether and abduction isn't commonly made at all. Then drive out to the country to an abandoned barn, their are plenty out there. This is where doing your homework before hand really pays off. Then you do what ever it is you wanted to, although with her I would suggest something simpler like raw hide torture." He pauses "You need a heat lamp, raw hide (wet), and then some restraints. I'm a huge fan of industrial strength duct tape. The heat lamps dry the raw hide up and it slowly crushes what ever you have wrapped." He sits back into a black recliner that wasn't there previously. A gout of black smoke and smell of brimstone being the only things that explain it's presence. He snaps his finger and the spotlight turns off. The sound of news paper still being fussed over while his eyes briefly glow a brilliant blood red while muttering "Ah Dilbert, you corporate puppet you."is it bad that the sadistic parts turned me on just a little bit?
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:45 pm
INo worries Alie, it did the same to me! =D Especially the part where the hide slowly crushed the victim until her eyes pop out, and her organs are flattened, slowly emptying her bowels ad lungs until she's been emptied like a tube of toothpaste, leaving her crushed,broken bones to rot insie a decomposing tube of flesh... but he didn't include that part. It happened in my mind. =3
Btw, Who's the green haired chick in your sig?
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:46 pm
Hmm he could be like one of those twisted James Bond like villains with a harem of sadomasochistic women who doubles as his elite force of personal body guards.
Start thinking of your pun names.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:50 pm
Wynaro =O Wras, does all that stuff really work? Most of it. Only flaw was that ether and chloroform are not the same thing. And you have to be careful with chloroform anyway, since an inaccurate dose can cause heart failure.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:53 pm
And we wouldn't want that. Would spoil all the fun.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:58 pm
Okay then the old fashioned way a baseball bat to the back of the head.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:01 pm
That could kill her too. Hit her too hard and you'll crack her skull open like an egg. Best bet would probably be to use a guy she likes to slip her a mickey.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:03 pm
Screw you D< Necrophelia is kick a**!
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:03 pm
Not if we keep her awake. Blood on the brain slowly crushing it inside of the skull. I watch way too much Spike TV.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:04 pm
Or slip some meth into her food and enjoy some popcorn while she slides into oblivion of her own free will.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:04 pm
I've got a couple!
I started a one on one rp with this girl. We decided not to discuss the characters too thoroughly, and just jump right in. The only real thing we had planned out was that there would be four characters locked in a haunted house. All well and good and all.
My first post said something about the character's girlfriend going up in a different car, and how they hadn't gotten there yet. Well, my partner's first post said very clearly that my character and her younger sister (the partner's character) were already up at the mansion. Fine, I decided to roll with it.
Later, my post narration used "the green things with the tops" as an example of my character sometimes losing his vocabulary. And she had her character respond to the narration, as if my character were speaking. Again, I decided to roll with it, and turned broccoli and albino broccoli into something of a running gag.
Anyway, moral of the story is, play with people who have reading comprehension skills.
Another one was a Clocktower 3 rp. Don't ask me why I thought this was a good idea. Well, if you've played Clocktower 3, you know all about the rooders and all that good stuff. Well, her character was a rooder who didn't want to be one, so she was a total whore who was trying to get pregnant, because somehow that would rob her of her rooder powers, despite that never even being hinted at in the game. I had my character call her out on that, and she claimed that her character's mother (the rooder gene is hereditary) got pregnant and lost her powers. Only, that was never even hinted at being how it worked in the game. And then she got the way that the subordinates were introduced wrong, and it just wasn't a fun rp. Which is a shame, because that game is something of a guilty pleasure of mine.
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