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Misty Cravens was a woman on a mission. Her black heels clipped the pavement as she walked to her car, not even noticing the van just behind it. She also didn’t notice when the van doors opened at first, not until Asian looking men began pouring out of it and directly towards her.
”What… what are you doing?!” she shrieked as she was grabbed, bewildered and angry. Fear didn’t have much place in her face at all as she tried to fight off the much stronger men who put a gun to her head. ”You’ll pay for this!” she growled, getting into the van and letting the hate ooze off her towards the others she was surrounded by. Her eyes, surrounded by heavy handed mascara and liner, pierced into the gaze of her captors, nose and mouth in the form of one who was smelling something awful. But no more words left her lips for the time being. Even when one of the idiots began yelling in her face, asking where her money was, she scoffed. After a moment she rolled her eyes and looked at the man angrily.
”In a safe. With a combination. If it’s just money you wanted you didn’t have to kidnap me you idiots. Just could have broken into my house or something, and I could have written you a check. Or even opened the safe and given you what you wanted. But noooooo just kidnap me. That’s fine. Now I’m going to be desperately behind schedule. When you’re caught, I’ll make sure the book is thrown at you!” she snapped, face red. She huffed and looked away from the man then, looking down at her hands like a child who was angry for being punished and not paying any mind to how the men were looking at her.
Soon enough though, she was being tied up. ”Oh come on. Is that necessary?” she asked in an annoyed sort of voice, sighing and just taking it as there wasn’t much she could do now. One offered her a beer and gave her a blanket, but she kicked it off as best she could. ”I don’t need your filthy beer. Or blanket,” she snapped, lifting a certain finger when offered a cig.
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Evelyn tried to take a step back when Mitchell grabbed her shoulders, a small noise leaving her lips. She didn’t enjoy being touched so, especially when someone’s face was in hers. It just made her uncomfortable. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to explain better, but her eyes caught Mithias getting up and heading out of the room. Her eyes looked back to Mitchell’s and she relaxed her shoulders a bit more. ”I mean… something has happened to her. I don’t know what, but it’s not good,” she said firmly, disbelieving that Viorica would leave such a scene in her own room and exit without some form of grandeur.
Slipping from the other vampire’s grasp forcefully, she looked towards the fledglings with a bit of an embarrassed gaze. ”I’m sorry,” she apologized, brushing a piece of hair away from her face that had come out of place thanks to her quick pace towards the dining room. She relaxed her hands, knowing getting upset would not be any help, and so she simply put one hand holding her opposite arm and looked back to Mitchell, the hair falling in her face again. ”Just look at her room.”
Slipping from the other vampire’s grasp forcefully, she looked towards the fledglings with a bit of an embarrassed gaze. ”I’m sorry,” she apologized, brushing a piece of hair away from her face that had come out of place thanks to her quick pace towards the dining room. She relaxed her hands, knowing getting upset would not be any help, and so she simply put one hand holding her opposite arm and looked back to Mitchell, the hair falling in her face again. ”Just look at her room.”
Name: Cricket Westley
Apox Age Range: She believes she looks 25, but could be off by a few years
Room Items: (Up to 5)
1. Dresser with mirror (all drawers are empty), with lipstick smeared on the mirror with the words “I refuse to give up!!!” (picture)
2. A picture of a baby boy in a frame wearing a santa hat (picture)
3. A camera without any pictures on it, or SD card (picture)
4. A postcard without any addresses on it that reads “The sunsets I’ve seen since being here can’t compare to your beauty. I miss you. Xoxo”(picture)
5. A slightly smashed tube of pink lipstick (picture)
Self Assessment: Cricket feels she has a determination inside her, as upon waking to her surroundings, she feels anger. But channeled anger into wanting to do something about what’s happening, not an uncontrolled anger to throw things and what not. She believes herself to be open minded with an innocence in order to believe in something supernatural like a God, as she feels she is religious. She finds herself to be a quick thinker, although possibly jumping to conclusions by the way she quickly left her bed when waking and began analyzing everything in the room, even looking for other people’s hairs left behind and taking out all the dresser drawers to find more. She feels a bit lethargic, as if she wasn’t used to getting such a deep sleep or being very strong, though her mind seems sharp and her body doesn’t feel weak. Perhaps mentally and emotionally run down from everyday life prior to this. She also finds herself impatient, wanting to find the next thing, the next motivation, seemingly needing stimulation every second like she’s used to keeping busy.
Personal Profile (Under Development): Judging by the bear, Cricket believes she might be religious in some fashion. When it comes to the baby in the frame, she has to assume it’s her son. Not to mention her stomach is a maze of various white and pink stretch marks and scars. The postcard suggests someone cares about her. Or at least did. Do they miss her because they are no longer together? Or because they are simply not where she is? She’s not sure. As there is no picture of a significant other in the room like the baby. She sees nothing regarding parents, which leads her to believe they aren’t a big part of her life for some reason. Estranged or dead, she assumes. The camera makes her wonder if she wasn’t an amateur photographer. The camera doesn’t look professional, but good enough. And appears to store a few pictures without needing a memory card. The lipstick suggests to her that she cares at least a little about her appearance, although the neutral hue makes her think she didn’t like to overdo it.
Bear:
Says the prayer “Now I lay me down to sleep” when pressed.
Journal:
Yellow tinted pages, all blank
Appearance:
Approx. 5’6”, 130lbs (give or take 5)
Apox Age Range: She believes she looks 25, but could be off by a few years
Room Items: (Up to 5)
1. Dresser with mirror (all drawers are empty), with lipstick smeared on the mirror with the words “I refuse to give up!!!” (picture)
2. A picture of a baby boy in a frame wearing a santa hat (picture)
3. A camera without any pictures on it, or SD card (picture)
4. A postcard without any addresses on it that reads “The sunsets I’ve seen since being here can’t compare to your beauty. I miss you. Xoxo”(picture)
5. A slightly smashed tube of pink lipstick (picture)
Self Assessment: Cricket feels she has a determination inside her, as upon waking to her surroundings, she feels anger. But channeled anger into wanting to do something about what’s happening, not an uncontrolled anger to throw things and what not. She believes herself to be open minded with an innocence in order to believe in something supernatural like a God, as she feels she is religious. She finds herself to be a quick thinker, although possibly jumping to conclusions by the way she quickly left her bed when waking and began analyzing everything in the room, even looking for other people’s hairs left behind and taking out all the dresser drawers to find more. She feels a bit lethargic, as if she wasn’t used to getting such a deep sleep or being very strong, though her mind seems sharp and her body doesn’t feel weak. Perhaps mentally and emotionally run down from everyday life prior to this. She also finds herself impatient, wanting to find the next thing, the next motivation, seemingly needing stimulation every second like she’s used to keeping busy.
Personal Profile (Under Development): Judging by the bear, Cricket believes she might be religious in some fashion. When it comes to the baby in the frame, she has to assume it’s her son. Not to mention her stomach is a maze of various white and pink stretch marks and scars. The postcard suggests someone cares about her. Or at least did. Do they miss her because they are no longer together? Or because they are simply not where she is? She’s not sure. As there is no picture of a significant other in the room like the baby. She sees nothing regarding parents, which leads her to believe they aren’t a big part of her life for some reason. Estranged or dead, she assumes. The camera makes her wonder if she wasn’t an amateur photographer. The camera doesn’t look professional, but good enough. And appears to store a few pictures without needing a memory card. The lipstick suggests to her that she cares at least a little about her appearance, although the neutral hue makes her think she didn’t like to overdo it.
Bear:
Says the prayer “Now I lay me down to sleep” when pressed.
Journal:
Yellow tinted pages, all blank
Appearance:
Approx. 5’6”, 130lbs (give or take 5)
Loving the posts everyone :)
Partisan said
I'm gonna sleep cause it's 2:30 AM. Please don't blow up RPG while I'm gone.
But but... oh fine.
WilsonTurner said
Is there still room?
Yes
Evelyn headed to her own room, when she thought she heard a thud coming from Viorica’s frowning, Evelyn hesitated at the other woman’s boudoir. She knocked three times, distinct and firm, to which there was no answer. Bewildered a bit, Evelyn stared at the doorknob. It was so… invasive to do so, but she was concerned and could only hope her rudeness could be overlooked at such a time. Opening the door slowly, Evelyn spoke while moving her feet past the doorway.
”Viorica, are you alright?” she asked, suddenly stopping. Her blue piercing eyes widened, and took in the sight of blood over the floor and heading out the window. Grabbing her skirts and running to the window, Evelyn peered out into the sky, hoping to see a bat, hoping to see something to indicate what had happened, but nothing. Her face contorted with rare emotion, one of worry, while the pale woman quickly moved her feet and headed back towards the dining room. Shoving the door aside, her shoulders were back and her hands still gripped her dress tightly. Her eyes flickered among the ones there before biting her lip.
”Viorica is gone. I don’t know what happened, I…” she said, looking confused and worried still, unsure how to explain the scene to them precisely.
”Viorica, are you alright?” she asked, suddenly stopping. Her blue piercing eyes widened, and took in the sight of blood over the floor and heading out the window. Grabbing her skirts and running to the window, Evelyn peered out into the sky, hoping to see a bat, hoping to see something to indicate what had happened, but nothing. Her face contorted with rare emotion, one of worry, while the pale woman quickly moved her feet and headed back towards the dining room. Shoving the door aside, her shoulders were back and her hands still gripped her dress tightly. Her eyes flickered among the ones there before biting her lip.
”Viorica is gone. I don’t know what happened, I…” she said, looking confused and worried still, unsure how to explain the scene to them precisely.
Yep, it was discussed on the chat prior. So have other plot points ^_^ Feel free for anyone to get involved in any ways you can think of, PM me if you want to run something by first or whatever. There is an overarching plot, but there have to be others to get it to that point of course! :)
I was waiting on someone else to come to room 3, but I can post leaving the room to interact more I guess
Interested :)
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