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Roleplaying Sample -- 2
- This one would be... my Asylum RP Intro. I have another that I'm trying to make better. -
One could see the pain in his eyes as he walked through the door, closing it slowly behind him. It hadn’t been a good day for him; they were everywhere now. Every time he turned around, he saw more and more of them, and they all seemed to want him for one reason or another. Shaking slightly, in both confusion and anger, he dropped his bag by the door, and staggered, rather stiffly, towards the dining room, where he sat, head falling into his hands. A sigh escaped him, before a hand descended onto his shoulder, making him tense for a moment before a familiar, loving voice spoke gently against his ear, calming him slightly, “Are you alright, love?”
Shrugging the woman off, he turned from her, glaring away. He knew what she’d say, what she always said; ‘You should see a doctor, honey, it’s not healthy to keep these things bottled up.’. But really, would a doctor believe him? No, he’d think he’s just insane, just like every other a**-whole out there. And he was tired of it. Letting out a growl, the man stood, receiving an odd look from his wife as she took a step back from his sudden movement.
“Sweetie? You should go lie down, dinner won-“
“Quiet!” he growled, head snapping towards her, his eyes betraying his anger, jaw locking as he finally lost himself within all that he had kept inside. All the anger towards those who thought he was crazy, all the anger at himself for believing them, and all the anger towards those… those THINGS that never left him alone.
“What the ******** do you know of ANY OF THIS?!” he snarled, hand lashing out quickly, too quickly to see, let along avoid, striking the woman across her face, her eyes wide with shock. “What do ******** know about it? You THINK you know what it’s like for me, you THINK you know that all I need is to see A ******** DOCTOR!”
“W-Wulff…” Sky muttered, backing away fearfully, eyes wide as her husband advanced on her, blind with rage, rage towards everything. “Wulff, I never said-“
“SHUT UP!! Shut the ******** UP!” he said, turning his back on her, before whirling around again, the knife that she had put out on the table at his plate leaving his hand to embed itself deep within the wall next to her head, the male walking slowly up to her, a truly insane sneer on his face.
Shivering, the woman tried to pelt around the corner, though Wulff’s arm blocked her way, head cocking to the side, emerald eyes shining slightly as he surveyed her for a moment, before his head tilted down, shaggy black hair falling over his eyes as his lips murmured softly against her ear, her eyes going wide as she felt a slight pinch against her stomach.
“Tell them… I know you’ll see them after this,” he paused, lips twitching upwards as he imagined it, what he was telling her, “Tell them, to leave me. To leave me, and never, come near me again, or I will catch them, I WILL get them, hunt them all down, and kill them slowly, and painfully. Even if it takes multiples times for them to die… I will kill them all… Just. Like. You.”
As his last words left his mouth, he stepped back, mad eyes looking down to watch his hand twist the knife in her stomach, his wife looking down at it too, watching as her blood, slowly, it seemed, drip from his fist onto the floor. The shallow, quiet sound of the drop against wood breaking the silence, followed by her scream, Wulff jerking the blade up in surprise, it ending in her chest as the last notes of her voice faded, glazed, wide eyes locked onto him.
Twitching, hand letting go of the knife, Wulff seemed snapped back into reality, eyes widening and mouth dropping. Stumbling backwards, he fell back into his chair, his bloodied hand feeling almost as if it were burning as he looked down at it, not believing what had just occurred. Not until his trance was broken by the sound of sirens.
Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath, though the air held the strong, tangy stench of fresh blood, and tried to relax himself, knowing that he couldn’t deny what had gone on here. Not that he wanted to… After all, he had just killed his wife, her lifeless body still standing there, watching him…
[ TEN YEARS ]
"Are you sure that he's safe like that?"
"Of course, you idiot! He's in a jacket! Besides, what harm can he really do with his arms pinned to his sides and a muzzle strapped to his face?"
"Well, they say that he-"
"They say this that and the other about everyone they send in here. Do you really believe half the s**t that they say?"
"No, but-"
"No 'but's. It's the same with this one."
Two guards glared at the man in the back of the truck that they were to have transported to the new institute in an hour. They'd already spent three hours on the trip, and were making the last hour go as fast as possible, though the silence that seemed to engulf them and echo through their heads weren't helping much, and so they were now talking about this man as if he weren't there. And by all the noise and movement that he'd made the whole trip, who's to say that he was?
The man, looking to be so much older than he was, sat in the back of the van silently, his eyes closed, even as he listened to all the things being said about him. He was used to it, after all, these bastards were only going to be around for a little while. But still, how annoying they were. Demons always were, though, weren't they? It didn't matter; After a little while longer he'd be free of them and stuck in another cell where other demons were just going to stab at him with needles and such. Just like everywhere else. And that's just what he would use once more, to try and get them to shoot him, and hopefully this time it would work better than the other times.
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It took them, with bickering with each other, and yelling, about fourty-five minutes to get to their destination. And another five to get the man out of the truck, though that was an easy task without him protesting, screw that, the man was hardly breathing. They walked him up to the back of the asylum, handing him off to one of the guards there before they both went quickly back to their truck, knowing very well what the crazy b*****d was capable of, whether he seemed about to attack or not.
And said crazy b*****d hadn't even opened his eyes as he felt himself be pushed and pulled, dragged and thrown into some small, very small room. It felt softer than concrete when he landed, and for that he was almost thankful. Almost. As they slammed the door behind him, he rolled over onto his back listening to the guards outside;
"Hoi! The new one is in!" the one who threw the man in the cell called out, glancing over his shoulder in the window to the room.
"The new one? You mean that level one man that they /weren't/ supposed to send here?" an attendant said, one of the higher ones who'd been at a desk not too far away.
"Yeah, I think that's the one..." the guard replied, turning to face the woman at the desk, quirking a brow. "He's jacketed so he can't be too much of a harm-"
"Give me the papers, you idiot!" the older woman hissed, causing the guard to scramble to her, dropping the papers that the other two had given him on her desk. "Hn... Well, it says that he's attacked before, even with that jacket on. We'll need someone who... Hm... You there, go fetch Mina. We'll use the fresh meat as bait. Make sure he's not still in some murder streak before we send him to his level."
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