Boy x Boy American Horror Story

[That Idiot]

This is a simple bxb roleplay and the romance is between a ghost and the son of the new owners of the house.


This role play is based off of Season 1: American Horror Story.


Plot


The house that the family moves into is an old but a huge house that is about half the price of all the others on the block. The history of the house doesn't bother the new owners of the house because they simply believe it's part of the past. People literally call it the 'murder house'. Also, that's the only pace they can afford to live at the moment. The son's father is a physiatrist and his office is in the house. Ghosts that live there aren't transparent and all that crap, they appear to be normal humans. They choose when not to be seen. So, one of the ghosts that live there sees the shrink as if he is a normal human. It didn't take long for the ghost to fall in love with the son of the shrink but the shrink, from his sessions with the ghost, believe he could be a danger so he forbids them to talk anymore. As time passes weird things start to happen. Other ghosts start to appear, some angry and violent, others just minded their buisness.


What I'm looking for:


~Some one who can use multiple pictures of things during the role play


~Someone who can write more than 3 sentences


~Someone who doesn't mind being the ghost (Dominate Role)


Pictures:


The house


The interior:





The front door and hall // The front door and hall


The stairs // The stairs


The top of the stairs // The top of the stairs


A room


The physiatrists office


The kitchen


The son's current room and ghosts old room


Part of the basement


The attic


The parent's room


(There were some pictures I couldn't find.)

 

[History Nerd Eli]

(( Could we do this RP in the first person as in "I walked outside to see what the commotion was"? ))


Name: Oliver Spades


Age: 18


Sexuality: Pansexual


Height: 5 feet 8 inches


Weight: 150 lbs (?)


Eye color: Blue/Green


How he died: It was just like any other day. Oliver was inside the house, under the safety of the roof. It was autumn, and the leaves were crimson; falling to their death's where they would soon decay and become bacteria's food. The book Oliver was reading, To Kill a Mockingbird, was a favorite read of his; even though that the book was in the perspective of a young girl. He enjoyed the way Harper Lee used symbolism throughout the book, making the reader's think about the story itself. Oliver did, however, notice some flaws in the story. They were small ones, faults that were pointless to mention, but it really did infuriate him. How could a story so mesmerizing have ugly spots?


Anyway, as Oliver sat there on a chair by the window, engrossed in a fine piece of literature, he did not notice the man who was watching him. He was younger, maybe in his mid twenty's, with blonde hair and dark, almost black, eyes. Everyone knew this man. His name was Randy Taubern, a creepy man who liked to observe everyone's daily routine. He always knew when Oliver's mom, Marissa, was going to get up and make her coffee (which was roughly around 8 o'clock in the morning), and when she would wake up her only child (8:30). What Randy did not know though, was that he was going to kill Oliver that morning.


It was on impulse, really. Randy had always wanted to kill the boy, due to him believing that Oliver had taken away Marissa Spades from him. With the rage boiling inside of him, Randy went to his tool shed, where rifles for hunting were hung up with honor and pride. He grabbed one, made his way across the street in determination. He opened the door, went up the stairs, and straight to the room the young boy was in. Oliver did not have a chance to look up; he did not even have the chance to finish the sentence he was reading; which was, "Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, gut remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."


Oliver was killed instantly, due to Randy shooting him in the heart.


Extra facts: Oliver is someone who has a very short temper. It is very easy to make him explode, and when you do, he can get unnecessarily violent. The boy is also very obsessed with perfection. He hates it when he can see someone's flaws, and is not afraid to point them out to people. Unlike most people, Oliver is very observant as well, and can sense the mood very easily. It is, however, hard for him to realize people's feelings for him. He believes that everyone hates him due to him being a prick, and he does not mind it one bit.


Looks:

 

[That Idiot]

Name: Andrew Gray Howard


Age: 16


Sexuality: Gay


Height: 5’4


Weight: 120 lbs


Eye color: Gray


History:


Andrew had always been the troublemaker in school, at home, anywhere really.


When he was three years old, he got his first guitar. He plucked out all the strings and made art out of them being glued onto a canvas his mother had. His mother is an artist and would sometimes sell the paintings to Andrew’s Father’s patients.


When Andrew was 7 years old he started guitar lessons but he didn’t want to take them. He wanted to be in an art class but he didn’t say anything about it.


Andrew was a smart kid but also a rebellious kid. He never really fit in at school, bullied his whole life. He began to self harm at the age of 12, when his grandfather died. He spent a lot of time with him. Because he was older, they had more knowledge and understood him. He learned a lot from him and now that he was gone, he was on his own.


When he turned 14 he had gotten used to being alone and it just made him more rebellious.


He started failing classes and getting distant.


At 16 his family and him went to look at the house. He didn’t really want to be there but once they started explaining that bunches of people had been murdered in the house he decided that this was his new home.


Looks:

(He has brown hair and sure. )


 
I sighed, sitting in my new bedroom. Everything was so new, so fresh in sight and smell. I ran a hand through my soft brown hair that smelled of strawberries. I stood up and decided to put on some Nirvana in my room, loud so I couldn't hear anything that was happening downstairs but not to loud. It's been a week here and school's been hell, got off on the wrong foot with some of the jocks, smoking in their locker room. There's something strange in this house, sometimes I'd find my CDs all scattered everywhere when I know that there was no way for them to fall... or a song that wasn't on my Ipod would come on, it is strange here but so far, I like it. I feel like I'm never alone, even in my own room. I mean, to some people that could be creepy and scary but me? I'm not afraid of anything.


(( this almost sounds like an introduction into the rp xD ))

 

[History Nerd Eli]

(( I fixed Oliver's background. I hope it works! Please remember though, that I've only seen snippets of the show. Thank you! ))


Everything was so boring here before they showed up. Before, everything was empty and the only good thing that came out of being stuck here was the occasional idiot who decided to step foot into the house. It was always for the same reason. "Mrs. Spade's son was shot in the room upstairs. I wonder if he's still here?!" Of course I was. The thing is, I couldn't leave this damn place if I tried. The farthest I could go was to the school, and that was on a good day. Before they showed up, I had to sit here for hours on end, watching my little sister play in the yard a couple of houses down. She had a couple of problems, like bipolar and being a bit crazy, but at least she wasn't oblivious. She saw me most of the time and I can't tell you how happy that made me. Sometimes I would show myself to my own mother, and she'd just pass it off as grief taking her heart. Such an idiot.


Things lightened up once the Howard family showed up. I got to watch people. Yeah, they were idiots and made mistakes, but it was better than nothing. Sometimes, for fun, I would mess with their son; Andrew Gray Howard. He was interesting; rebellious, cute, but seemed...empty. I didn't know much about his parents though. They never interested me.


Nirvana blasted from upstairs. What the hell? As curious as a cat, I got off of the dinning room table and walked up the stairs. God, this song again. Making a face, I switched the music to Blink-182's I Miss You. Sighing, I sat on Andrew's bed, making an indent on purpose but refusing to show myself. I felt a little off, to be honest. Normally whenever I messed with people, it didn't take so much to do it but in this house it was a lot harder with this family around. I shook my head and tried to focus on the music. It was a good song, really, but I don't know. I guess I wasn't feeling it.


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[That Idiot]

I felt my stomach sink and he immediately snapped my attention to my I pod on his doc. I did have that song on my I pod, I am a fan but that song was a few songs away from the song I had put on. I breathed in deeply and rolled my eyes, I was almost used to it. I got up and changed the song on my I pod to Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chili Peppers. He tapped his foot slightly as he sat down in his chair right in front of a large, blank canvas.


I began to hum the song. Most of my friends really like my singing voice, I don't think I sound that good but they beg to differ. I also can play the guitar well. I know how to play a bass and acoustic, one my few talents. I pulled over a small table I have, it rolls on wheels, it has all my paints on it. I took in a deep breath, steadying myself as I dipped the paint brush into the shade gray. I don't call Black, White or Gray colors, I call them shades.