kitsunemage
Lady of Mischief
Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Well, hopefully not so 'gentle' men, considering the plot have in mind.
This is kitsunemage here, you can call me Kit, kitsune, Mage, pretty much whatever you wish- trust me, I've heard it all. Well, almost all. Anyways, I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only. To find a partner for this plot.
There will only be one, so I do hope you'll forgive me if the position fills quickly (Oh please fill quickly!), but that being said, I will not just be accepting the first person to stroll along and hope to join me. I don't want to be rude, or judgemental, but I'm hoping for a solid partnership. Which means- it's time for auditions!
What that means is, there are a few requirements.
Now I know this all sounds terribly conceited- I know I am not the best writer out there... but I would like to think that I am at least of above average quality (insert self-preening here).
But fear not! I am auditioning to you as well. So here is my piece- hold on, just let me squeeze in that spoiler....
This is kitsunemage here, you can call me Kit, kitsune, Mage, pretty much whatever you wish- trust me, I've heard it all. Well, almost all. Anyways, I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only. To find a partner for this plot.
There will only be one, so I do hope you'll forgive me if the position fills quickly (Oh please fill quickly!), but that being said, I will not just be accepting the first person to stroll along and hope to join me. I don't want to be rude, or judgemental, but I'm hoping for a solid partnership. Which means- it's time for auditions!
What that means is, there are a few requirements.
- As much as I hate to say it, grammar is a necessity. No one is perfect, i'm not asking you to be impeccable. In fact, as long as the content is good I don't mind grammar falling to the wayside a little... But please, at least try? Pretty please ?
- Content. I need, need, need someone who can really put out on this end. Now I am not saying you need to be the next Picasso of writing, or be a published novelist, but I want to see a little bit of insight to the minds of these characters. I don't often do modern settings, but this one appealed to me purely for the amount of character building, and emotional distress that could be garnered. It's gotta be nitty, gritty, bloody, and I want to see some psychological scarring!
- Post length and timing. Now this, is entirely flexible. I don't care if there is one paragraph, or seven. I don't even require that you match what I write. But I do want to see details. I want these characters to come to life, to feel real, and palpable, and lovable despite all of their faults.
- As for timing- I don't care if you manage one reply a week, or you can post seven times a day. I will likely match whatever you can write, whenever you can write, and never complain or ask for more. I will wait for quality.
Now I know this all sounds terribly conceited- I know I am not the best writer out there... but I would like to think that I am at least of above average quality (insert self-preening here).
But fear not! I am auditioning to you as well. So here is my piece- hold on, just let me squeeze in that spoiler....
Laughter echoed around the grand ballroom, accompanied by the soft clinking of glasses filled with wine and the distinctive sound of the piano played beneath her long fingers. Somber tuxedos mingled with classic dresses varying in color from a matching coal, to a vibrant pink. Entitled men and woman fawned over each other, sharing smiles that never reached their eyes and giving promises they never intended to keep.
It wasn't her kind of party, despite her attendance there.
Sylvia's fingers flew across the keys, tan flashing against the off white as she closed the song with a light flourish- to a small smattering of applause. She was finally finished. Silk whispered against her long legs as she stood, carefully placing the cover back on the piano before she turned to give a small curtsy. A quick exit to stage right, and she was well on her way to freedom.
She loved the piano, and all of the other instruments she played, but crowds like this one expected perfection- with a dash of boring. No life, no love, no deviations from the norm. It was good money, and it paid the bills, but it wasn't what she had dreamed it would be when she finally took the dive and became a full time musician. She really missed the passion.
Her heels clicking against the marble floor brought Sylvia's attention to her aching feet, and with a swift motion she bent down to remove the painful shoes. Cool relief crept through the soles of her feet, and she continued to pad along- silently this time- in her search for an exit. Maze-like halls extended in every direction, and a frown tugged at the corners of her glossed lips as she surveyed them with soft blue eyes. She could have sworn the entrance hall had been in this direction- then the sound of muffled voices drew her attention. Where there were people, there would be directions.
She started off in that direction, the voices growing louder the closer she drew to the closed door. "..e's in the way. Something needs to be done about it." Something made her pause outside of the door, there was something in that mans voice- something that made the hair on the back of neck raise and a chill crawl down her spine.
"What do you expect then? We can hardly just kill him and leave his body...you aren't seriously considering it, are you?" Two men at least were in the room, and from the sounds of it one of them was just as surprised as she was at the hostility in his voice. Sylvia lowered the hand she had raised to knock, thinking better of interrupting the conversation. She would just have to find her own way out of this place. Still, her curiosity made her linger- eyes riveted on the door concealing the two men.
"He can't be allowed to interfere any longer. I'll have my people deal with the problem, Devonshire will have taken his last breath come weeks end." There was a chill in that voice, one that made Sylvia shudder at the implications. Perhaps she should leave..
"Let's just calm down, surely there is another-" Sylvia jumped as the door thudded, a crash of sound like shattering glass exploding throughout the hall. Definitely leaving now, something heavy and warm fell onto her shoulder- biting back a scream Sylvia whipped around, catching a flash of green eyes.
"Woah now, what are you doing here?" Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to force it's way out of her ribs at the suddenness of the contact.
"I-I got lost. Could you um... tell me where the exit is?" She cursed the shaking in her voice and the way she had to fight for breath. He pointed her off down the hall, and with a small mutter of thanks she was off.
Well that was... odd.
It had been a week since the party, surely this was unrelated. Sylvia's breath puffed from her lips, clouds of white in the chilly night. Her heels clipped the ground, sounding out a rapid tattoo that matched the beating of her heart. Were those the sounds of footsteps? Lying just underneath the clicking of her own heels? Sylvia turned, seeing nothing and scolding herself for being so paranoid. She could hardly sleep anymore, hearing strange sounds in the middle of the night. Every morning her doors were unlocked- despite the fact that she never slept without locking them. She had taken to keeping a crowbar by her bed, even though it made her feel silly.
Headlines the day before had assured her worst fears, that the conversation she had overheard at the party had been more then just angry chatter. She had been seen outside the door, was that man even involved though? Maybe not, maybe she was just over thinking things-
A sound made her turn, blue eyes searching the empty street for a source. Nothing but a flickering street light met her vision. Maybe she should go to the police? She quickly abandoned that idea- after all what would she tell them? She heard some men talking, and now she thinks she's being followed? Returning to her journey, Sylvia went over the options in her mind. Perhaps she ought to do nothing, if she showed no inclination to give them up maybe they would leave her be. There was always that detective her friend had given her the number for- no, she wasn't going to let this get to her. It was nothing.
Fumbling in her purse for her keys, Sylvia trotted up the stairs to her house- frowning when the door opened at her touch. Blood pumped through her veins, roaring in her ears as her heart began to pound faster- she pushed the door open further and searched the dark hallway. Everything looked fine. Maybe she had just forgotten to lock it. She stepped into the entry hall hesitantly hands blindly searching the wall for the light switch. She blinked the sudden spots out of her eyes as the light flicked on- she had been half expecting it to not turn on. She closed the door behind her carefully, and slid her heels off of her feet before creeping into her own house.
What was she doing? Sneaking around her own house! Sylvia straightened, stubbornly refusing to let her paranoia get to her. She dropped her purse on the living room coffee table, fingers running through her dark curly hair and pulling the pins out as she walked up to her bed room. She was like a mouse! Jumping at her own shadow, and sneaking around like some criminal. She nudged her bedroom door open with one hip, the pins in her hand falling to the floor in a clatter.
A bloody red smile greeted her vision. Hello Sylvia
Sylvia fought the shaking in her hands, unable to take her eyes off of the writing on the wall as she reached blindly for her bedside table. Her fingers hit the phone, causing it to fall to the floor before she had the presence of mind to watch what she was doing. She searched the history of the phone for the number she had begun to call and hung up on numerous times before. She prayed that someone would pick up, gasping with relief when she heard the phone click and a voice on the other line.
"Please, I need help- please help me." Her voice shook with fear, and she sunk into the bed- free hand grasping for the crowbar she kept there.
There we go. And all I'm asking, is that if you are interested, throw me a PM with a reply to this particular opening post. The roleplay is this: Sylvia, a musician for hire/teacher on off days, overhears a plot to kill a famous politician in her little town. Someone who can do a lot of good for the people.
She's spotted as she leaves the mansion, and so an unavoidable string of events are set into motion. Now I know that I've got serial killer/victim up there in the title, but I'm willing to do a detective/victim cross as well. The basis is that Sylvia is being stalked, the killer toying with her like she's a cat's favorite mouse. There can be kidnapping, abuse, anything that you can really put your mind to.
If you want to play as the serial killer, the phone call would go dead, the detective laughing her off. She would be completely on her own- a strong, willfull (if terrified) woman, left to try and take care of the man stalking her on her own (yes, eventually I'm hoping for this to lead to some sick kind of romance. That does mean it can end in tragedy though- with one or both of the characters dying. Nothing is guaranteed, nothing is safe)
If you wanted to play as the detective however, then it would be your character answering that frantic call, and forced to help her survive the psychological horrors of the serial killer who could be played by one, or both of us, depending on what you prefer.
Hey, if luck is with us, maybe I can even get two people! One detective, and one killer. Wouldn't that be nice.
I'm not sure exactly what else to put in here... and this has run on quite a bit, so if you have any further questions, throw me a reply down below. If you wish to apply, send me a PM with your response to the opening post in that spoiler!
Remember! Be creative, and have fun!
It wasn't her kind of party, despite her attendance there.
Sylvia's fingers flew across the keys, tan flashing against the off white as she closed the song with a light flourish- to a small smattering of applause. She was finally finished. Silk whispered against her long legs as she stood, carefully placing the cover back on the piano before she turned to give a small curtsy. A quick exit to stage right, and she was well on her way to freedom.
She loved the piano, and all of the other instruments she played, but crowds like this one expected perfection- with a dash of boring. No life, no love, no deviations from the norm. It was good money, and it paid the bills, but it wasn't what she had dreamed it would be when she finally took the dive and became a full time musician. She really missed the passion.
Her heels clicking against the marble floor brought Sylvia's attention to her aching feet, and with a swift motion she bent down to remove the painful shoes. Cool relief crept through the soles of her feet, and she continued to pad along- silently this time- in her search for an exit. Maze-like halls extended in every direction, and a frown tugged at the corners of her glossed lips as she surveyed them with soft blue eyes. She could have sworn the entrance hall had been in this direction- then the sound of muffled voices drew her attention. Where there were people, there would be directions.
She started off in that direction, the voices growing louder the closer she drew to the closed door. "..e's in the way. Something needs to be done about it." Something made her pause outside of the door, there was something in that mans voice- something that made the hair on the back of neck raise and a chill crawl down her spine.
"What do you expect then? We can hardly just kill him and leave his body...you aren't seriously considering it, are you?" Two men at least were in the room, and from the sounds of it one of them was just as surprised as she was at the hostility in his voice. Sylvia lowered the hand she had raised to knock, thinking better of interrupting the conversation. She would just have to find her own way out of this place. Still, her curiosity made her linger- eyes riveted on the door concealing the two men.
"He can't be allowed to interfere any longer. I'll have my people deal with the problem, Devonshire will have taken his last breath come weeks end." There was a chill in that voice, one that made Sylvia shudder at the implications. Perhaps she should leave..
"Let's just calm down, surely there is another-" Sylvia jumped as the door thudded, a crash of sound like shattering glass exploding throughout the hall. Definitely leaving now, something heavy and warm fell onto her shoulder- biting back a scream Sylvia whipped around, catching a flash of green eyes.
"Woah now, what are you doing here?" Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to force it's way out of her ribs at the suddenness of the contact.
"I-I got lost. Could you um... tell me where the exit is?" She cursed the shaking in her voice and the way she had to fight for breath. He pointed her off down the hall, and with a small mutter of thanks she was off.
Well that was... odd.
It had been a week since the party, surely this was unrelated. Sylvia's breath puffed from her lips, clouds of white in the chilly night. Her heels clipped the ground, sounding out a rapid tattoo that matched the beating of her heart. Were those the sounds of footsteps? Lying just underneath the clicking of her own heels? Sylvia turned, seeing nothing and scolding herself for being so paranoid. She could hardly sleep anymore, hearing strange sounds in the middle of the night. Every morning her doors were unlocked- despite the fact that she never slept without locking them. She had taken to keeping a crowbar by her bed, even though it made her feel silly.
Headlines the day before had assured her worst fears, that the conversation she had overheard at the party had been more then just angry chatter. She had been seen outside the door, was that man even involved though? Maybe not, maybe she was just over thinking things-
A sound made her turn, blue eyes searching the empty street for a source. Nothing but a flickering street light met her vision. Maybe she should go to the police? She quickly abandoned that idea- after all what would she tell them? She heard some men talking, and now she thinks she's being followed? Returning to her journey, Sylvia went over the options in her mind. Perhaps she ought to do nothing, if she showed no inclination to give them up maybe they would leave her be. There was always that detective her friend had given her the number for- no, she wasn't going to let this get to her. It was nothing.
Fumbling in her purse for her keys, Sylvia trotted up the stairs to her house- frowning when the door opened at her touch. Blood pumped through her veins, roaring in her ears as her heart began to pound faster- she pushed the door open further and searched the dark hallway. Everything looked fine. Maybe she had just forgotten to lock it. She stepped into the entry hall hesitantly hands blindly searching the wall for the light switch. She blinked the sudden spots out of her eyes as the light flicked on- she had been half expecting it to not turn on. She closed the door behind her carefully, and slid her heels off of her feet before creeping into her own house.
What was she doing? Sneaking around her own house! Sylvia straightened, stubbornly refusing to let her paranoia get to her. She dropped her purse on the living room coffee table, fingers running through her dark curly hair and pulling the pins out as she walked up to her bed room. She was like a mouse! Jumping at her own shadow, and sneaking around like some criminal. She nudged her bedroom door open with one hip, the pins in her hand falling to the floor in a clatter.
A bloody red smile greeted her vision. Hello Sylvia
Sylvia fought the shaking in her hands, unable to take her eyes off of the writing on the wall as she reached blindly for her bedside table. Her fingers hit the phone, causing it to fall to the floor before she had the presence of mind to watch what she was doing. She searched the history of the phone for the number she had begun to call and hung up on numerous times before. She prayed that someone would pick up, gasping with relief when she heard the phone click and a voice on the other line."Please, I need help- please help me." Her voice shook with fear, and she sunk into the bed- free hand grasping for the crowbar she kept there.
There we go. And all I'm asking, is that if you are interested, throw me a PM with a reply to this particular opening post. The roleplay is this: Sylvia, a musician for hire/teacher on off days, overhears a plot to kill a famous politician in her little town. Someone who can do a lot of good for the people.
She's spotted as she leaves the mansion, and so an unavoidable string of events are set into motion. Now I know that I've got serial killer/victim up there in the title, but I'm willing to do a detective/victim cross as well. The basis is that Sylvia is being stalked, the killer toying with her like she's a cat's favorite mouse. There can be kidnapping, abuse, anything that you can really put your mind to.
If you want to play as the serial killer, the phone call would go dead, the detective laughing her off. She would be completely on her own- a strong, willfull (if terrified) woman, left to try and take care of the man stalking her on her own (yes, eventually I'm hoping for this to lead to some sick kind of romance. That does mean it can end in tragedy though- with one or both of the characters dying. Nothing is guaranteed, nothing is safe)
If you wanted to play as the detective however, then it would be your character answering that frantic call, and forced to help her survive the psychological horrors of the serial killer who could be played by one, or both of us, depending on what you prefer.
Hey, if luck is with us, maybe I can even get two people! One detective, and one killer. Wouldn't that be nice.
I'm not sure exactly what else to put in here... and this has run on quite a bit, so if you have any further questions, throw me a reply down below. If you wish to apply, send me a PM with your response to the opening post in that spoiler!
Remember! Be creative, and have fun!
