BackInTheGame
Welcome to Horrorwood
Hello all, I'm Steve and I had this story going a few years, but due to a turn of events, it had to die. Now I'd love to try and get things rolling again with a fresh start and tone down some of the aspects. When it comes to roleplaying, I can be pretty laid back. I generally end up playing multiple characters, and I generally don't go for using pictures since it can be a pain in the ass trying to find the perfect physical representation to what I'm thinking. I'll generally like to leave posts open so that whoever I am RP-ing with can use any character their heart desires....within reason. Don't need a random Sango popping in from outta nowhere lol
Also, I like to hear what ideas my partners have as well. I like for my stories to grow and evolve so that it can become a combined effort of twists and turns. So if you have a side arc, character direction, plot twist, just throw me a message, and let me know. Now, a small prologue:
When that day started, Markus Kirby never thought that the supernatural existed. He was a good kid who did everything with his family and a small close group of friends. He would run off to some store for his parents and come back with snacks for a family movie night, or listen to his older sister talk about her day when their parents were away. He was never a straight a student, but he wasn't an idiot either. He especially loved when his family and he got together on cold nights and played board games together into the late hours, but....one day was all it took.
Mr. Kibbler's history class had a large scale paper due before the end of the school year. Markus' parents didn't understand why a teacher was giving ten year olds sixteen page papers, but he was strict and wanted to show the kids hard work paid off. Markus had told his parents that morning that he wanted to knock as much out as possible so that with a week before the due date, he wouldn't have to do as much. He spent hours at the library looking into the Civil War when his stomach could not be denied. He had been there for several hours and he knew his parents might be worried. Since he lived not far from the library, though, it wasn't a big deal. He proceeded to save all of his work onto a floppy disk, packed up his things and stepped out into the night. He walked with his hands in his pockets, wondering what his mother had made for dinner that night, but those thoughts left him quickly as he approached the front walk way. The lights inside were mysteriously off, no sounds escaped the cracked windows of the front. The night was still and silent. The lights of other houses seemed to almost cast the house in an unearthly shadow. He walked to the door and clutched the nob, turning it, and stepping into the abyss of the house. At first, things seemed find, but then he noticed the smell. A smell, fate demanded, would haunt him every day hereafter.
The silence was cut by a slight creak in the floorboards. Markus reached for a light switch, and upon the snap of a fuse, his eyes were widened by the site in front of him. Claw marks in the walls flayed the wallpaper and what were once green were now splattered in red and bits of viscera. Several hands laid strewn about like baseball cards on a child's floor, parts of the bodies lying further away in their own pools. As his eyes traveled the scene, his gaze was met by an elegant looking woman. Her clothes were obviously that of a business woman's, but her business was of a much more savage sort. Her right hand was stained red by the blood of any of the poor victims. She used this hand to lift a wine glass to her lips to ingest the scarlet liquid with a sinister smile on her face. She took a step to the side, allowing Markus to see the mutilated body of his father, almost on display like an art piece. "Well," she said condescendingly. "It appears we have missed a delightful little morsel. Sadly, my friends and I have already gorged ourselves on this delectable buffet offered to us, so I guess you will just have to enjoy our little handy work. You were a cute little family, but that shall only make these memories more sweet, um.....oh yes Markus! THAT is what they called you." She downed the rest of the liquid before placing the glass on a small table and continuing to approach him. Markus could only collapse to his knees as the woman laid a blood soaked hand on his cheek and inhaling his scent. "Oh I will enjoy this little game. I will be sure to pay you a visit again. Taa!" She slid her hand from his face and walked past him, and after a couple of steps, he couldn't hear the clicking sounds of the shoes she wore. His heart pounding, his body trembling....he could only scream into the night.
(And that is our simple prologue. It'll get put into the first post if someone decides they think it'll work. Have a great time!)
Also, I like to hear what ideas my partners have as well. I like for my stories to grow and evolve so that it can become a combined effort of twists and turns. So if you have a side arc, character direction, plot twist, just throw me a message, and let me know. Now, a small prologue:
When that day started, Markus Kirby never thought that the supernatural existed. He was a good kid who did everything with his family and a small close group of friends. He would run off to some store for his parents and come back with snacks for a family movie night, or listen to his older sister talk about her day when their parents were away. He was never a straight a student, but he wasn't an idiot either. He especially loved when his family and he got together on cold nights and played board games together into the late hours, but....one day was all it took.
Mr. Kibbler's history class had a large scale paper due before the end of the school year. Markus' parents didn't understand why a teacher was giving ten year olds sixteen page papers, but he was strict and wanted to show the kids hard work paid off. Markus had told his parents that morning that he wanted to knock as much out as possible so that with a week before the due date, he wouldn't have to do as much. He spent hours at the library looking into the Civil War when his stomach could not be denied. He had been there for several hours and he knew his parents might be worried. Since he lived not far from the library, though, it wasn't a big deal. He proceeded to save all of his work onto a floppy disk, packed up his things and stepped out into the night. He walked with his hands in his pockets, wondering what his mother had made for dinner that night, but those thoughts left him quickly as he approached the front walk way. The lights inside were mysteriously off, no sounds escaped the cracked windows of the front. The night was still and silent. The lights of other houses seemed to almost cast the house in an unearthly shadow. He walked to the door and clutched the nob, turning it, and stepping into the abyss of the house. At first, things seemed find, but then he noticed the smell. A smell, fate demanded, would haunt him every day hereafter.
The silence was cut by a slight creak in the floorboards. Markus reached for a light switch, and upon the snap of a fuse, his eyes were widened by the site in front of him. Claw marks in the walls flayed the wallpaper and what were once green were now splattered in red and bits of viscera. Several hands laid strewn about like baseball cards on a child's floor, parts of the bodies lying further away in their own pools. As his eyes traveled the scene, his gaze was met by an elegant looking woman. Her clothes were obviously that of a business woman's, but her business was of a much more savage sort. Her right hand was stained red by the blood of any of the poor victims. She used this hand to lift a wine glass to her lips to ingest the scarlet liquid with a sinister smile on her face. She took a step to the side, allowing Markus to see the mutilated body of his father, almost on display like an art piece. "Well," she said condescendingly. "It appears we have missed a delightful little morsel. Sadly, my friends and I have already gorged ourselves on this delectable buffet offered to us, so I guess you will just have to enjoy our little handy work. You were a cute little family, but that shall only make these memories more sweet, um.....oh yes Markus! THAT is what they called you." She downed the rest of the liquid before placing the glass on a small table and continuing to approach him. Markus could only collapse to his knees as the woman laid a blood soaked hand on his cheek and inhaling his scent. "Oh I will enjoy this little game. I will be sure to pay you a visit again. Taa!" She slid her hand from his face and walked past him, and after a couple of steps, he couldn't hear the clicking sounds of the shoes she wore. His heart pounding, his body trembling....he could only scream into the night.
(And that is our simple prologue. It'll get put into the first post if someone decides they think it'll work. Have a great time!)
