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| Faithful Chosen | Feb 5 2012, 04:03 PM Post #1 |
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OOC Information Name: Faithful Chosen Gender: Female Who were you referred by? What site were you referred from?: I was at the old TUL and Walking brought me back ![]() Age: 26 Contact: PM or e-mail Role Playing Experience: Loads and loads of TUL IC Information Role Play Sample: It was one of those days. Hot and humid, just perfect for soaking through your shirt. Just perfect for the stench of a decomposing human to spread rapidly through the tiny bathroom of a tiny apartment. There were four people in the room. Five if you counted the woman who’s lifeless body hung inelegantly in the tub. Besides her own dark haired self, there was her partner, a local cop called Peter McHarren, first on the scene, and the medical examiner, Harry something-something. She hadn’t caught his name all too well thanks to the heavy foreign accent the man carried around the place. The examiner was of obvious Greek descent and at the moment he was hunched unflattering over the decomposing body of Peggy Warren, 24, student. Peggy Warren, Christina Kennard had learned, studied psychology at the local uni, had a job at the pub four blocks down and was currently single. The woman who’d told her all that was sitting in the living room, crying hysterically still, even though they had been here for well over two hours and the woman, Tara Laverne, well over three. Tara had been Peggy’s best friend. She also went to the same college. Apparently they had been friends since their childhood years, growing up in some tiny town that Chris had absolutely forgotten the name of. The birth town of the girl was hardly of interest to her at the moment; that honor went to the lifeless shell before her. The sight, after all, wasn’t pretty. Peggy Warren was sprawled all over the tub. The water that had been in the tub had been sampled and then drained, taking nothing of the heavy scent of chlorine with it. The chlorine helped cover up the stench of rotting flesh. It also made her head spin. The inside of the bath and Peggy’s naked body were covered with a mixture of red and white, sticking to both as a second skin or a coat of paint. The blood came from an obvious wound to the left side of Peggy's head. From where she was standing it looked to Chris like blunt force trauma and if she was hit from the front, that could mean the killer was a lefty. Chris imagined that Peggy had once been a beautiful young woman. She had auburn hair which would have come down to her shoulders, curling slightly. Her eyes were the color green Chris, who’s eyes were a light shade of brown, had always been jealous of. She used to dress like just about any woman her age. A bit provocative but hardly slutty. Most of this, unfortunately, had been concluded from photographs and Tara’s statement. Peggy’s eyes were still the same shade of green, staring up at the ceiling in lifeless terror and her hair, even though a shade whiter thanks to the drying chlorine, was still auburn. It didn’t curl, though. No, it had wound itself around the woman’s head, sticking to the bath and her body. Her mouth was opened slightly, hanging slack, her neck tilted in a weird angle that indicated her neck was probably broken. The rest of her body was strangely undamaged although, after the state they found the bedroom in, the rape kit would probably be positive. That was probably where the chlorine bath came from and why physical evidence would be hard to find, on her body at least. Chlorine broke down just about everything. Finally the heat and the smell became too much and she tapped her partner slightly. “Going back to the bedroom.” She said and pushed out of the room, excusing herself to the cop who tried to step aside but had nowhere to go in the ridiculously small apartment. There was no hallway, the door led directly to the living room where Tara still sat, held by a female cop, the partner of the cop she’d just brushed past. She nodded to both and disappeared in the room next to the bathroom. The bedroom was in a state of frozen turmoil. Furniture was knocked over, a vase had fallen to pieces on the carpet floor and the bed was a mess of blankets and blood. The mirror to the right of her had been smashed, giving her about a hundredth versions of herself, dressed in her uniform, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Most fragment were too small to show anything else. Some showed more details about her body, even though it was hard to distinguish with her loose blouse. She worked out because she had to get through the exams for her job, her skin was light brown, a gift of her black mother and white father and she had the kind of face people found ‘cute’ more than intimidating which shaved a good five years off of her 34 years of life. Another gift of her mother’s. Her eyes left the mirror and drifted through the room, hoping to find something she hadn’t in the two hours she’d been here. She didn’t find anything, of course, and walked the two paces to the bathroom door to poke her head in. “Hey partner, ready to go? I think I’m done here.” She said, then pulled back out to wait. Two almost identical deaths in the same amount of weeks. The first had been in their district so when this call came in, it was passed to them. Lucky, lucky them. Two girls, Peggy Warren and Gezina Bentone. One 24, the other 25. Both had an injury to the left temple and Chris was already quiet sure that this rape kit would give the same results as the one on Gezina. The only differences in the two cases were the location, the time of murder and their appearance. Where Peggy was slim with auburn hair, green eyes and a pale skin, the first victim was Latino, had long dark brown hair which came to the small of her back and brown eyes. She was also quiet a bit heavier than Peggy. They didn’t work at the same place but went to the same university. All in all, the case was fucked up. A serial killer was the last thing they needed and while this could still be a copycat or someone all together different, there was an emerging pattern. Chris didn’t like patterns. So far, the investigation of Gezina’s case had hardly led to a killer. Maybe with the evidence collected off of Peggy they could shed some new light on the matter. That, at least, was her hope. There were two girls who needed to be revenged and if they didn’t hurry, there would be a third, so they couldn’t be wrong either. There was this thing her mother used to say before she got kil—before she died. ‘Wrong’s darker than death or night.’ Chris agreed. The Genres: I love any kind of original roleplay, never mind the timeperiod. I know nothing of Anime, so I’ll probably be skipping those. I enjoy any sort of superhero roleplay but I like original character. My D&D background returns when I see fantasy roleplays and I love futuristic and Science Fiction roleplays. I greatly enjoy modern roleplays as well. |
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| Walking Softly | Feb 5 2012, 04:13 PM Post #2 |
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