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There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor child and God, I know I'm one.

As a child attending Rising Sun Reformatory School, life was a more simple time. You had a small class of only 8 students, all of which you relatively got along with. Years have passed since you attended that school, many of you achieving your dreams, and overcoming many early obstacles you had through your life. One morning a letter comes from one of your classmates; inside it reads that your teacher Ms. Deville is very ill and doesn't have much time to live, and would like to have a class reunion weekend at her house- your old school. Excited to see your old classmates you RSVP as quickly as possible and travel back to Rising Sun on the weekend of the now 15+ year reunion.

A huge spread of food and drinks are presented in buffet style on the outside premises of the house. One by one your classmates arrive and embrace in old times and good memories. Ms. Deville comes out and though sickly is in good spirits as she joins in eating, talking and reminiscing. As the evening goes on, you notice there are only 7 people from your old class present.

Who was it? Where are they? What happened?

You keep these thoughts to yourself until Ms. Deville goes to sleep, and you are alone with your classmates. You all had the same thoughts, "Who was missing?" After you all search your brain a bit, memories of the past flood back, and all the good feelings from this morning leave your body. The person you were thinking of was the boy in the basement of the house. The one you used to bully endlessly because he had a deformed face. The one that wore that mask. The one Ms. Deville told you was a very very bad boy, and to leave alone. "I wonder where he is now.." you ponder between the group as you retire to the guest rooms, wishing each other a good night.

The boy with the mask's name is Jack and he hasn't left the house yet. He's not in the basement anymore, he lives inside the walls and he is out for revenge on the children who teased him with out any mercy.

You.

Your class reunion. What could go wrong?

Nightfall said
Room for one more?

Definitely!

Your class reunion. What could go wrong?

Sorry you guys, it's been such a busy day!
I'll post the OOC tomorrow for sure (: Hope you all have a happy thanksgiving!

Harry Potter- Ignition Year one

Happy Thanksgiving ^^

A Murderer's Game

I'm still here.

Your class reunion. What could go wrong?

TentacleLord said
I'm interested.

Fantastic!

Your class reunion. What could go wrong?

Clev said
I'd definitely be interested in this. I haven't roleplayed in many horror/thriller/suspense (Guessing that's the genre) so my senses are tingling for this.

AgniSpirit said
I'm really interested as well. I'd love to practice in this kind of genre

:D Yes, definitely horror/drama/thriller.
Plot twists and such all around, with help from the group of course!

(: Thanks for the interest you guys! I'll probably post the OOC sometime tomorrow.

Your class reunion. What could go wrong?

:D Thanks!
I want at least 4-5 people interested before posting an ooc ^^

Your class reunion. What could go wrong?

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor child and God I know I'm one.

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As a child attending Rising Sun Reformatory School, life was a more simple time. You had a small class of only 8 students, all of which you relatively got along with. Years have passed since you attended that school, many of you achieving your dreams, and overcoming many early obstacles you had through your life. One morning a letter comes from one of your classmates; inside it reads that your teacher Ms. Deville is very ill and doesn't have much time to live, and would like to have a class reunion weekend at her house- your old school. Excited to see your old classmates you RSVP as quickly as possible and travel back to Rising Sun on the weekend of the now 15+ year reunion.

A huge spread of food and drinks are presented in buffet style on the outside premises of the house. One by one your classmates arrive and embrace in old times and good memories. Ms. Deville comes out and though sickly is in good spirits as she joins in eating, talking and reminiscing. As the evening goes on, you notice there are only 7 people from your old class present.

Who was it? Where are they? What happened?

You keep these thoughts to yourself until Ms. Deville goes to sleep, and you are alone with your classmates. You all had the same thoughts, "Who was missing?" After you all search your brain a bit, memories of the past flood back, and all the good feelings from this morning leave your body. The person you were thinking of was the boy in the basement of the house. The one you used to bully endlessly because he had a deformed face. The one that wore that mask. The one Ms. Deville told you was a very very bad boy, and to leave alone. "I wonder where he is now.." you ponder between the group as you retire to the guest rooms, wishing each other a good night.

The boy with the mask's name is Jack and he hasn't left the house yet. He's not in the basement anymore, he lives inside the walls and he is out for revenge on the children who teased him.

You.

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(: So that is my basic idea! It's kind of a mix between a few things; brownie points if you can name them! This roleplay will be open for 7 people as I will be playing Ms. Deville and Jack. The roleplay will contain death- as everyone will be dead by the end of the last day of the reunion- the order hasn't been decided yet.. but it will happen to you eventually! It will also contain mature themes- so be forewarned!

Piracy in the Caribbean

Winifred had been up for longer than most of the crew, she very rarely slept, and when she did it was only for a few hours at the most. She wasn't much of a morning person, but she'd rather be the first one awake rather than the last one awake. Her slender body leaned against the large mass, taking in the scent of the ocean.

Inhale. Exhale.

From down below the captain's loud and hearty voice bellowed for the crew to wake up, Leaning over the side of the nest Winnie peaked at the small woman. "Quite the wake up call." she thought to herself, as she threw her leg over the railing and shimmied her way down onto the rigging of the ship. Carefully she began to climb down, one foot after the other, her hands following closely behind. Her feet were on the deck before she knew it.