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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 5:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 5:54 pm
   For a serial killer, Aaron Mancini, who's name was devoured by his persona "Jack", was pretty small. He was tiny...and so childish it even made him sort of girly.
He was pretty, very young, and very puny...not exactly jail material.
So now that he's actually in jail, what will happen. Disaster that's what.
Prison doesn't have any girls and seeing as it's heavy duty prison full of killers, rapists and psychos, Aaron might face the terrifying possibility of being raped...countless times.
Not only rape but random bursts of anger could wind up being taken out on him and there was a strong possibility he'd be targeted by like..everyone.
Such a cutesy killer just wasn't made to get caught...which is probably why fate forced Aaron to turn himself in.
Luckily Aaron is crafty. He spotted a tough, brutal kind of guy that could easily protect him, and latched on.
A deal would be made. Aaron would get protection from this big, strong inmate and in return...Aaron would be said inmate's...b***h..or whatever. 
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:42 pm
P R I S O NHow it Works 1)This is a high security prison. Instead of the famed bar cells, there are distinct rooms packed next to each other that have solid walls on all sides. The only bars that can be seen are on the two foot wide door of each individual cell.
2) Each cell houses two inmates on bunk beds...though solitary is used if a particular inmate is deemed to dangerous. Solitary can also be assigned to inmates for a certain amount of time as punishment.
3) Inmates stay in their cells for most of the day. For one hour inmates are allowed to roam the small cell-block. They are watched over by armed guards. For another hour, if the weather permits it, they go outside.
4) Inmates get three meals a day at specific times..they are guarded.
5) Inmates get one shower every other day, they are guarded though there are blind spots.
6) Cameras are almost everywhere.
7) Lights are out at 10 o'clock pm
8 )Prisoners don't have weapons or personal objects.
9) Prisoners are not to harm each other in any way (though this tends to happen anyway)
10) Though it's illegal, inmates trade with guards for cigarettes, sometimes drugs, different cell mates and anything else they can get their hands on.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:43 pm
S K E L E T O N A A R O N::: TM I N M A T E::: Sammi [align=right][size=18][color=postingcolor]►►► (NAME)[/color][/align][/size]
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:01 pm
P R O F I L E S ►►► Aaron “Jack” Mancini ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Aaron Matthew Mancini
► age- - - 22, almost 23
► theme- - - This is Halloween ::: Marilyn Manson
► birthday- - - February 15th
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - Um mum mum mum mum mahhh…silly? I dunnooooo. I mean, I can be whoever I wanna be anytime anyplace anywhere. When I’m normal…I mean, if you wanna call that normal, I’m really childish. I make words sound silly and carefree and I’ll laugh and giggle. I’m kinda babyish too….but that’s only cuz I wanna be. What’s really funny is that even though I seem really naive and cutesy, I’m always very calculating. I’ll usually know what you’re going to do before you even do. I’m a master planner though most people would never guess it. I only curse when I’m under a lot of pressure and when I’m angry…or feeling especially bloodlusterific, I get really really silly and really really cutesy. Overall I’m always looking out for myself and I think that’s probably because apparently, I’m some kind of loony.
► biography- - - My childhood is nothing special…it was super duper average actually. I mean I had a mommy and a daddy and no siblings. We lived in a middle class home and stuff nothing special. But Halloween was like, my reason for living. Every day was Halloween for me! And candy was all over my room! I loved Halloween so much I made it part of myself. When I got older, I knew there was a drive for me to do something…scary. Halloween was supposed to be scary, so I was supposed to be scary…but how? Well I started doing monster movie makeup. I was super good at it and I went to college for it too! That’s where I met Addie. I knew her for a while but only after I snapped…was she important. People say I snapped, but I don’t think so. No no no no…I was always a killer. I had the idea to bring Halloween to the forefront, make it scary and not some candy sales gimmick. I knew I wasn’t normal, knew something was wrong psychologically with me, and that’s was what I think drove me to murder people. I wanted to know what it was like to feel guilty…it never came. What I did figure out though, was that I liked killing, that I liked carving out people and stuffing them with candy. Addison became important suddenly. She loved me, is what she said, even after discovering I was the famed “Jack-o-Lantern Killer”. I played her…alllllll the time. I tricked myself though, and not her. I thought I was playing her, but no, I really did love her. Love, something by definition I shouldn’t be able to feel with my “disorder”. After I turned myself in it was safe to say I was the biggest story of the year. I just didn’t fit the profile and my murders were so gruesome and public no one could believe it. I was like a horror movie, so unreal yet captivating. It made me extraordinarily famous….like Lady Gaga! Reporters would scream “JACK! Can we have a word!” or “Jack what do you have to say for yourself!?” But I didn’t have anything to say, I still don’t. I’ve got some jail time ahead of me…but I’m not sure I’ll stick around very long.
► likes- - -
Halloween!
CANDY nom nom nom nom!
Little kids
Jack Skellington
My Addie….
Killing people…I really do LOVE it
Horror movies
► dislikes- - -
Being Manhandled…
When people mess with children
When people think I’m gay, I’m not! I pinky promise!
Salty foods
Sports…I was never good at them
► height- - - 5’ 9
► weight- - - 130lbs
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - Troubled Monster
►►► Jesse ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Jesse Kent Tyson
► age- - - Twenty Four
► theme- - - Blood and Fire - Type O Negative
► birthday- - - July Fourth
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - Alrighty..I'm Antisocial. I have serious anger managment issues. I'm liable to snap at any little thing. I'm crazy. I love pain and enticing fear into people, which I can do with a simple look. I'm sarcastic and amazing at talking people into lulls with a few simply spun sentences. I get my kicks off when I ******** with people.
Sinister. I suppose, thats me. When asked what made me this way, I simply shrug. Honestly. I couldn't tell ya. As far as I know, I was born this way. Maybe I long for attention or some s**t, who knows.
► biography- - - I suppose you're looking for some sob story, right? Well, you came to the right place. I won't b***h and moan about my life. Mom left, dad was a drunk. s**t happens, right? Whatever. According to therapists most of my issues came from mommy dearest leaving. I was an antisocial kid. Always alone, drawing in my corners and snearing when people ventured too close to me. I hated people, of any sorts, from the day I started school to the day I dropped out. I didn't date, I had ******** around with a few girls but at the scent of anything serious I'd turn and run.
Besides, when people find out that when you were nine you set a six year old on fire.. they tend to run in the opposite direction.. and then avoid eye contact and.. well, basically they're terrified of you. As they should be. I've always been pretty twisted. That kid? The six year old? He was my nextdoor neighboor. His mom used to babysit me when my dad was too drunk to care. She always thought that Dylan and I would end up being best buddies when he grew up. Ha. No.
Dylan was a spoiled brat who had a rich daddy and a hot mom. They would buy him new stuff all the time and he'd shove it in my face that he was so much better than me, even as a six year old. He was a mouthy six year old. Someone had to put him in his place dammit. And one day, when he was showing off his brand new bike and calling me a loser while ripping up one of my sketches.. I lost it. I doused him in lighter fluid then threw a zippo at his chest. He lit up instantly. And I simply walked away. He screamed, cried. I smiled, chuckled. We were out in the woods, because his mom had gotten me to take him on a bikeride or some s**t. I buried the ******** after he died and then went home. I made up some huge story and his parents were grief stricken. They moved away, and I played the depressed kid who had lost a little friend, a brother.
Told you I was pretty screwed up.
I never once felt bad for that either.
But ******** my childhood, my real hardcore s**t came out when I dropped out after Sophmore year.
Now, I'd always been really rough in sex and well, in anything really. My fasination with fire only blazed beneath my anger issues. I ran out of my small a** town and lived on the streets. My good looks got me good with the naive girls out in New York City. I could get myself into their apartments for a night or two.. pretty easily.
See, I've always been good with words. Twisting them and spinning them to win people over- If needed. But like I said, antisocial.
Anyways, this fresh meat thing.. it allowed me to really sink my teeth in. My monsters came out. I began to tear them apart. I'd hold no remorse as I raped them for days on end, had them tied up, and everything. I made them my b***h and they'd do as I said. Of course, in the end, I'd kill them off. Set fire to their live bodies and watch them burn to death. It was the biggest turn on ever. Not just sexually either. I just loved hearing them scream and cry.. while watching their skin singe away.
I made the mistake of setting fire to a scrawny little b***h near central park..and walking away when she ran into the streets screaming. Yep, she was running around on fire. She lived, just barely. But she survived this. They caught me. b*****d police. For seven years I ruled New York, raping and killing off innocents and never getting caught.. at all. Until my one ******** up. Then they connected me to all the others and here I am, in ******** prison.
At first, I returned to my natural state. Staying in the background, silent. But eventually people started to pick at me..really try to ******** with me. It pissed me off, and when I'm pissed things obviously get ugly. I quickly took over a lot of people.
Now, I'm not the biggest guy in here but I can hold my own. I had to beat the s**t out of a lot of guys in high school when I was picked on and I learned how to fight pretty damn well. And once word got out about my past and why I was there, people saw me as a threat or as a God.
Who would have thought that big jailed guys gossiped like little high school bitches?
I still try to stay in the under wraps, but newbies are always trying to stick themselves up my a**. I usually scare them off within a few days though.
► likes- - -
- Fire
- Art
- Fear
- Pain
- The Smell of Burning Flesh
► dislikes- - -
- Eyes
- Nails, I always bite mine down to the very end.
- Water
- Sweets, like candy
- Being Fat, I'm always working out
► height- - - [5'11]
► weight- - - [169lb]
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - Samanthaualani, the amazing(:
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 5:34 pm
▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ __Jesse__ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂
Tell me s o m e t h i n g more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
but a life without reason
life has no purpose
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▶my [silence] is my shepard▷ ♬ ◀ my savior. ◁
☽my stare is my longing,☾ & ☼ for something [much more,] than I've ever had. ☀
✎Maybe, just maybe I tourched -the innocents- to feel something,✐ ♬ • what? I may never know. ○
☠☠☠☠☠------------☠☠☠☠☠
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♠And now..♠
✬the{solitude} eats✭ ♬ ✦ away at my skin. ✧
☂I keep scratching at my skin,☁ & ✖ I keep (going), til I =bleed= ✚
ⓛBut nothing ever fillsⓞ ♬ ⓥ the void and I fear that -nothing- ever will. ⓔ
Innocence gone
Never take friendship personal
If you can't [hold yourself] t o g e t h e r
why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone,
Never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself t o g e t h e r
why should I [[h o l d]] you now?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:23 pm
  Maybe prison…wasn’t entirely what Aaron had expected.
He was sitting by himself in a really “minimalist” room. Minimalist was putting it lightly. There was a table… and a chair. Just one chair, just one, and Aaron, who was boredly looking around at the nothingness, was sitting criss cross apple cross in that chair. His wrists were cuffed, and his ankles were cuffed, but he still had all his piercings! Gages (albeit squishy silicon ones) and tongue ring in check!
He puckered his lips making a soft squeaking sound before getting musical. “Do do do do, do do doooo, do do do do do do…do!” He had been in this stupid room…for hours. He couldn’t take it anymore! Aaron slammed his head on the table. A loud CRASH was herd throughout the whole room and the officials behind the one way mirror must have jumped and freaked. Suddenly, like his self inflicted head injury was nothing, Aaron popped up.
“CANDY! I Demand CANDY!” He stopped, letting his whole body go slack. And, as if on cue, two guards came through the door.
Aaron, jolly as ever, grinned at them broadly before letting out a tincy wincy little giggle…which really freaked out one of the guards who reared back subconsciously.
They had gotten him out of the room and down some more poorly decorated hallways where Aaron could hear the gossip of the officers.
“That kid? No way, he’s gotta be fifteen!”
“No that’s him, I saw it all over the news and his paperwork came in this morning.”
“So what is he a psycho.”
“That’s my guess.”
“Wow, he barley looks like a boy.”
“For his sake I hope the guards keep an eye on him.”
“I really don’t give a ******** what happens to that’s ********. He cared up thirteen people.”
Okie dokie then!
Finally Aaron was brought to the cellblock.
Maybe prison wasn’t exactly what Aaron had it all cracked up to be, because he really didn’t expect the cat calls.
“Hey baby wanna stay in my cell!”
“I’ll hit you up at the showers cutie pie!”
“Hey I think you’d look better without the jumpsuit!”
There were whistles and meows and cheers and like, a whole lot of stuff Aaron made a “what the ******** face” too.
“Alright Jack, welcome to prison.”
Aaron stood there in the middle of the cell block amongst the fury of perverted explosions while one of the guards went over his clipboard of free cells.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:02 pm
▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ __Jesse__ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂
Tell me s o m e t h i n g more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
but a life without reason
life has no purpose
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▶my [silence] is my shepard▷ ♬ ◀ my savior. ◁
☽my stare is my longing,☾ & ☼ for something [much more,] than I've ever had. ☀
✎Maybe, just maybe I tourched -the innocents- to feel something,✐ ♬ • what? I may never know. ○
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Jesse was sitting in his cellblock, alone. In completely solitude. He was laying on the bed and flicking a ball of lint next to his left arm. He had heard that he was getting a roommate, his first in his two years in this place.
Then the cat calls erupted from the hallway. He sighed heavily and rolled off the top bunk, falling to the floor. He shuffled over to the door and peeked through, blowing a puff of air between his pink lips. He then bit down and chewed on his bottom lip, as he often did.
"Who's the new kid?" He called to a shortie across the way. The kid looked shocked that he was talking to him, which made Jesse smile slightly.
"Uhh..That Jack kid.." He squeaked, bruised and black eyed. His cell mate probably did a number on him. Some big black guy, what a pair.
"Jack? The lantern carver kid or whatever?"
"Thats what I've heard.."
Yeah, they had ears and eyes on the outside and gossip spread like wildfire around this prison.
Jesse scoffed and went back to climb into his bed.
He hadn't heard too much about the dude who carved out people and stuffed them with candy, but he sounded pretty cool. Pretty ******** that Jesse was looking for any friends, he did good at the loner deal.
♠And now..♠
✬the{solitude} eats✭ ♬ ✦ away at my skin. ✧
☂I keep scratching at my skin,☁ & ✖ I keep (going), til I =bleed= ✚
ⓛBut nothing ever fillsⓞ ♬ ⓥ the void and I fear that -nothing- ever will. ⓔ
Innocence gone
Never take friendship personal
If you can't [hold yourself] t o g e t h e r
why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone,
Never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself t o g e t h e r
why should I [[h o l d]] you now?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:31 pm
▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ __Jesse__ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂
Tell me s o m e t h i n g more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
but a life without reason
life has no purpose
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▶my [silence] is my shepard▷ ♬ ◀ my savior. ◁
☽my stare is my longing,☾ & ☼ for something [much more,] than I've ever had. ☀
✎Maybe, just maybe I tourched -the innocents- to feel something,✐ ♬ • what? I may never know. ○
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Jesse watched his cell door open and groaned. "Great," He muttered under his breath. He had been holding onto the hope that he wouldn't have to deal with a roommate but it was pretty locked in that this new kid was now his roommate.
He sat up and groaned.
This kid was skinny and had the classic black emo hair cut. He was a total stereotype. He may be one of the tiniest ones there. His cell suit pretty much hung off of his tiny frame and he was slowly turning around to face him.
"You get the bottom bunk. Don't talk to me and don't expect me to be ******** social." With that, Jesse laid back down, crossing his left leg over his right casually.
♠And now..♠
✬the{solitude} eats✭ ♬ ✦ away at my skin. ✧
☂I keep scratching at my skin,☁ & ✖ I keep (going), til I =bleed= ✚
ⓛBut nothing ever fillsⓞ ♬ ⓥ the void and I fear that -nothing- ever will. ⓔ
Innocence gone
Never take friendship personal
If you can't [hold yourself] t o g e t h e r
why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone,
Never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself t o g e t h e r
why should I [[h o l d]] you now?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:43 pm
Woah woah woah woah, what a first impression?
Aaron spun around theatrically and took in the image of his roommate. He didn't even have a chance to say hi! What was this!? Aaron looked over at the wall then at his roommate, then back at the wall, then back at his roommate again.
"Okie dokie Mr. Snooty Patootie." he muttered looking around the really small room. At first yes, the room was discouraging, and so was his roommate, but Aaron was an optimist! He'd entertain himself somehow.
Lifting one leg up really ******** high, like up to his belly button high, Aaron took his first step. Then after about a second, Aaron leapt four feet into the air and came crashing down onto the bottom bunk. The bed rocked and Aaron laughed joyously.
It was the little things in life, like jumping on beds and carving out people's chests that made Aaron happy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:56 pm
▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ __Jesse__ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂
Tell me s o m e t h i n g more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
but a life without reason
life has no purpose
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▶my [silence] is my shepard▷ ♬ ◀ my savior. ◁
☽my stare is my longing,☾ & ☼ for something [much more,] than I've ever had. ☀
✎Maybe, just maybe I tourched -the innocents- to feel something,✐ ♬ • what? I may never know. ○
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Jesse sat up straight when the bed shook. He leaned over the edge and peeked at the new kid. "WHAT THE ********> The cell door slammed and he cringed at the noise.
"Are you like, ******** stoned?" He was the giggley type?
"If I believed in God, I'd say he hated me." Jesse flopped back down on his back again and stretched his arm over his head.
He was trying his best to keep his cool, but he could already tell he was going to want to rip this kid to shreds.
♠And now..♠
✬the{solitude} eats✭ ♬ ✦ away at my skin. ✧
☂I keep scratching at my skin,☁ & ✖ I keep (going), til I =bleed= ✚
ⓛBut nothing ever fillsⓞ ♬ ⓥ the void and I fear that -nothing- ever will. ⓔ
Innocence gone
Never take friendship personal
If you can't [hold yourself] t o g e t h e r
why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone,
Never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself t o g e t h e r
why should I [[h o l d]] you now?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:25 pm
▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ __Jesse__ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂
Tell me s o m e t h i n g more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
but a life without reason
life has no purpose
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▶my [silence] is my shepard▷ ♬ ◀ my savior. ◁
☽my stare is my longing,☾ & ☼ for something [much more,] than I've ever had. ☀
✎Maybe, just maybe I tourched -the innocents- to feel something,✐ ♬ • what? I may never know. ○
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Jesse was just getting more and more irritated. It didn't take much at all to set him off.
And when Aaron came closer to him, entering his personal space and talking to him..that was the last straw.
"Hi, my names Jesse. I'm not grumpy, you're just ******** annoying. Please sit down on your bunk and shut your face or I am rather liable to break your neck, kay?" Jesse rolled over. "Besides, we're about to have break for lunch, I think." He sat up and shook his blonde locks from his face.
♠And now..♠
✬the{solitude} eats✭ ♬ ✦ away at my skin. ✧
☂I keep scratching at my skin,☁ & ✖ I keep (going), til I =bleed= ✚
ⓛBut nothing ever fillsⓞ ♬ ⓥ the void and I fear that -nothing- ever will. ⓔ
Innocence gone
Never take friendship personal
If you can't [hold yourself] t o g e t h e r
why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone,
Never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself t o g e t h e r
why should I [[h o l d]] you now?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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