ravenloveslaughingjack
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(( I'm really bored and I want someone to roleplay with... Its a romance, but it doesn't start that way. I need a Jeff the killer! Please speak English! Please! And use decent grammar, I'm not saying your vocabulary has to be the widest of all, but it needs to be decent... here is my starter and character
I stumble through the darkness, my head throbbing as the sound of tires screeching and whining against the hot road, the sound of nails on a chalkboard dragging down oh so horribly slow mixed with the sound of a spoon in the garbage disposal tears at my ear drums, ripping away my sanity along with it. I cry out and fall on my knees, cupping my head as the rainbow dye in my hair drips down my face seeping into my pail, sickly skin. It was obvious the dye wasn't good for my health, but then again, I wasn't exactly a human being so my body wouldn't react the same. I reach out for my knife, repeating "I need to kill, I need to kill!" My body was telling me I needed blood, something to satisfy me until my body would go through width draw once again, blood was my addiction. This addiction put heroine addicts to shame, I was so over the top addicted my brain because that of an innocent puppy when I was off it. I lived off of insticts and protected anyone who fed me and marked me. The hallway was getting smaller as cold sweat fell down my face, my parents knew nothing and they slept so sweetly as I struggled to keep my sanity in check, my body twitch and spazzing out as the image of the warm sticky liquid filled my thoughts. A man named Jack...no... He was a clown thingy...thingy?! Oh no, I'm losing it. Please don't go into puppy mode. He... he would take care of me, he always did because I was his cute little killer and he loved how he could hurt me and I'd simply heal so he could do it again, and again and again. He always did it, but I couldn't smell him around, no... someone else was in my house and they had gallons of blood. Sweet, crisp blood that burned as it slid down my throat choking me only momentarily
I stumble through the darkness, my head throbbing as the sound of tires screeching and whining against the hot road, the sound of nails on a chalkboard dragging down oh so horribly slow mixed with the sound of a spoon in the garbage disposal tears at my ear drums, ripping away my sanity along with it. I cry out and fall on my knees, cupping my head as the rainbow dye in my hair drips down my face seeping into my pail, sickly skin. It was obvious the dye wasn't good for my health, but then again, I wasn't exactly a human being so my body wouldn't react the same. I reach out for my knife, repeating "I need to kill, I need to kill!" My body was telling me I needed blood, something to satisfy me until my body would go through width draw once again, blood was my addiction. This addiction put heroine addicts to shame, I was so over the top addicted my brain because that of an innocent puppy when I was off it. I lived off of insticts and protected anyone who fed me and marked me. The hallway was getting smaller as cold sweat fell down my face, my parents knew nothing and they slept so sweetly as I struggled to keep my sanity in check, my body twitch and spazzing out as the image of the warm sticky liquid filled my thoughts. A man named Jack...no... He was a clown thingy...thingy?! Oh no, I'm losing it. Please don't go into puppy mode. He... he would take care of me, he always did because I was his cute little killer and he loved how he could hurt me and I'd simply heal so he could do it again, and again and again. He always did it, but I couldn't smell him around, no... someone else was in my house and they had gallons of blood. Sweet, crisp blood that burned as it slid down my throat choking me only momentarily
