Roleplay
Killer Ward CLOSED
/ Rp - Misc - Horror - Killer - Insane - Drama - Romance - Gore / By ManTiaras [+Watch]
Replies: 13 / 345 days 15 hours 1 minutes 6 secondsAllowed Users
- [Allowed] PippyLee97
- [Allowed] CookieMonster
- [Allowed] -Soul-
- [Allowed] DollFace
- [Allowed] AkiraShimizu
Welcome, To This Ward or Terror.
Within this psychiatric ward, lies some of the few incredibly insane and extremely infamous killers. Those who adore the screams, and want the blood to fall.
So, let the blood fall down
Like the rain it does. .
Let everything go mad,
Let screams repel our fears..
Let the blood rain down
And splatter the white walls. .
Of our innocence
That was. . once was. . And Never More.
This ward is meant to help them, to heal the lost causes that is their mind. All the warped thoughts dwelling in the corners of their brains. But, in all truth. . Dealing with killers isn't all that easy. And someimes, you just have to give them what they want. And who knows, what the true intentions of such a psychiatric ward can be? Filled with screeches and screams of terror, and joyous laughter. . and with much pleasure, blood.
Let it all burn away, and rot like the flesh of our. . kills.
Let memories fade
As our sanity's. . lost.
We forget ourselves,
And each other. As we . . smile.
Rules.
- Swearing is fine
- Romance is fine
- Gore is awesome
- Drama is okay
- Creativity is a must
- Each post will be at least 250+ words.
- Pictures must be well sized, etc
- Good grammar
- Regular ES rules
- No Godmodding
- Any questions just ask me
To Join
To join, simply PM me with this skelly, and an example post if I have not worked with you before. No, it example post would not be a post you would be in this rp. It is a post from a previous rp you have done recently.SKELLY:
Name:
Age:
Short Bio:
Killer Name?: Meaning what they media called you
Gender:
Username:
Personality traits:
Weapon of choice?:
Desire:
Favorite type of kill:
Link of picture: PLEASE do not give me links to the link. I want an actual link pasted.
CHARACTERS
Name: Seiiji Leroy
Age: 22
Short Bio: Seiiji Leroy is the Limb Tailor. He is quite suicidal himself, and often finds himself in the corner of his room alone, and slicing away happily at his wrists with quite the grin plastered on his face. But. . because of his love for a bit of blood and guts, he usually cuts too deep despite the pain - only feeding off of such a response. He's almost sliced his hand off numerous times, and always sews himself back up. He'd learned from the many hospital visits, and adapting a bit of knowledge in medicine. How many stitches he's cut and re-sewn in his time. Because if he were to simply let his hand fall, he'd become an amputee - not dead. In his absolute rage to find a simple death, he goes out to bring that gratitude upon others. Finding victims to cut the limbs off, chopping them off and tearing skin methodically, usually with either sewing scissors or a large butcher knife. And for his passion of tailoring. . he re-sews the limbs, and sometimes. . they aren't where they were once before.
Killer Name?: Limb Tailor
Gender: Male
Username: ManTiaras
Personality traits: He's quite quirky in the sense that he loves being clean. Besides that, he is friendly at times, intelligent and quite helpful. Though warped. He has a tendency to change personalities drastically.
Weapon of choice?: Usually a pair of large sewing scissors, or a butcher knife to slice his victims. Other than that, a simple sewing needle and thick string.
Desire: To give others the happiness there is in death.
Favorite type of kill: He has no preference.
Name: Danika Maurice
Age: 21
Short Bio: Danika was diagnosed as a mute at a young age, never having said a word and worrying her parents. She never enjoyed the silence, as it gave her far too much time to think. No one paid attention to Danika, they forgot she was there. Just like a ghost. Lonely, invisible. Why should she be the only one having to suffer so badly? It began with her parents, they were at fault for creating her this way. First, the sewing shut of the mouth, and then the kill. Not being able to scream or speak, just as Danika had been her entire life. She had given herself these stitches on either side of her mouth to simulate her pain to the world, leaving her mouth open for the purpose of eating and such things. Still, not a sound could be heard. Silence is bliss.
Killer Name?: Hush
Gender: Female
Username: -Soul-
Personality traits: Quiet, what else? She has large green doll like eyes that stare endlessly at her victims. People would categorize her as insane, but no one can really tell the inner workings of her mind, since she can't say anything.
Weapon of choice?: A sewing needle and black thread to sew mouths shut and a simple dagger for the rest.
Desire: To subject those who put her down for her lack of speech to the same suffering she must go through every day of her life and then cause them to die this way.
Favorite type of kill: She rather enjoys slitting their throats and watching them wordlessly bleed out.
Name: Akira Shimizu
Age: 20
Short Bio: When Akira was four, his father cheated on his mother. His mother confronted him about it, they got in an argument, and his father ended up killing his mother in an excessively violent way: He cut out her heart. He walked over to Akira, who was watching the whole time, handed him the knife, and told him to kill him. He didn't expect him to. He laughed until the knife pierced his heart. Akira grew up to be a famous rock musician, using his hate and rage to excel in music. He also took out his rage on people he saw unfit to live (drug dealers, rapists, sex offenders, ect.). He trained with all forms of weapons, and is proficient with any. In school, he was considered to have genius level intelligence. He was killing since he was 10, until he got caught.
Killer Name?: Elon (one of the judges of the Israelites in the old testament)
Gender: Male
Username: AkiraShimizu
Personality traits: Kind of a narcissist, always feels alone. He has no one to turn to.
Weapon of choice?: The knife he used to kill his father.
Desire: To cleanse the word of evil.
Favorite type of kill: A knife wound to the stomach, allowing them to slowly bleed out, and talks to them as they die.
Name: Edwin Trenken
Age: Twenty-eight
Short Bio: He was born with a psychotic disorder than cannot quite be placed, but it drove him to end human life in very malicious manners. He craved the sight, and the screams, the begging and the final hilt to end the life.
Killer Name?: The "X File"
Gender: Male
Username: DollFace
Personality traits: Charming, seductive, wicked, intelligent, bold, unfearful, psychotic
Weapon of choice?: Large variety
Desire: After each kill, he carves an 'X' behind each victim's right ear.
Favorite type of kill: Each kill is his favourite, as they are all creatively crafted to suit his vicious fantasies.
Name: Olivia BurnsAge: 20
Short Bio: Olivia grew up in a traveling circus family. They would tour the country with other families and make numerous stops in different towns for small shows. Olivia's family was known for their puppet shows.....staring her. Her fingers have permamnent indents from where the almost invisible string had been tightly tied; all to control her every movement. Some thought it was part of the act. Others who knew what the true show was knew that it was all real. Late at night, by invitation only, her parents would control Olivia's motions to preform erotic dances of a sort. Its what brought a majority of the money in they say. Once she turned 17, she murdered them; and left them hanging in the trees by those same strings they used on her.....all of there limbs were broken in odd angles....
Killer Name?: The Puppeteer
Gender: Female
Username: PippyLee97
Personality traits: Enormously feminine. She enjoys cute, girly, and basically child-like things. She's obssessed with the innocence of children, something she wished she could have kept longer.
Weapon of choice?: Strings, rope, anything binding.
Desire: To always be the controller. The master. The Puppeteer.
Favorite type of kill: Hanging, after tugging the limbs until they break.
Name: Zyla Webbe
Age: 24
Short Bio: There was never anything wrong with her. A perfectly normal child at birth and she could have been that way. Her parents are the ones who created a monster. A shame they paid their price so early. Now every one else must pay the price as well. Once her parents were gone, so was she. The dark became her home and people's fear was her food of choice. Once a death was complete, she'd carefully groom her victim before placing them delicatly in their graves. She'd plaster the photos every where of her 'sleeping beauty', as she called them. It surprised her it took so long for her to be found, since she never really hid. Always in plain site, in fact she quite simply walked into the police station and gave them clues about herself. Though they were too dense to catch on right away.
Now she's merely a dilusional, vain woman who can only thrive on teasing the nurses.
Killer Name?: The Graveyard Photographer
Gender: Female
Username: CookieMonster
Personality traits: Extremely vain, her appearance and other's matter greatly to her. Narcasistic, cold, demented. Intelligent and quiet.
Weapon of choice?: Whatever pleases her in the moment.
Desire: To have her camera back and go back to the way life was.
Favorite type of kill: Someone who begs and pleads. She lets them live a bit longer just to thrive on the power.
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Roleplay Responses
He refused to stay inside his little lounge any longer. It was time he let himself walk about, actually socialise with these other nut brains. He rolled his eyes lightly, standing and exiting his room. Esmerelda was about to come back in and he simply waved her off. "Away with you," was all he demanded and she quickly turned and walked the opposite way, cursing under her breath at his defiance and aggression. He chuckled, in hearing range of every word.
Into the corridor, he noticed a few other beings, nothing too exciting as he skimmed them over, shrugging them off. He peered to the side. A sticky note, he shuffled forward, ignoring the trio infront of him, plucking it from the wall. 'You're hurting my ears.' He chuckled gently. "I do think you mean they were speaking too loud, correct?" he asked, his tone very calm, soft and polite as he peered at her. She was the mute one he'd heard of, very sensitive hearing. He nodded to her simply, stuck the note back to the wall, awaiting a simple shake or nod of the head - though, he knows he was correct. When was he not?
[sorry for the shortness. :c]
.|Edwin Trenken / _BoxOfPockets / 322d 18h 22m 57s
He was about to say something else when he felt a finger pressed to his lip. He looked down at the girl and saw her deep green eyes looking into his eyes and nodded in understanding. Her look said all that was needed. They were being to loud for her and she didn't want to see them. She wanted to be alone. He couldn't really blame her. "I'm sorry... I didn't realize... I see that you wish to be alone, so I'll be taking my leave now, Miss Maurice." He said in the quietest whisper he could mutter. He took a step back and gave her a small smile.
"I can't promise you're going to see me again, but I will see you. If you need help, all you must do is ask. Farewell. I hope I get the chance to know you better in the future. And I'll give you both some information you may find interesting. I can close the ward off at any time I wish. You may return to your old ways, but I can't promise your safety. There are some real psychopaths in here." He said with a chuckle, still whispering. The lock down button was so tempting to press, but he had to wait for things to further develop.
He quickly disappeared into the darkness of a side corridor. He listened to the echo of his own footsteps echo off the wall. He didn't say his name once. Maybe it was best. Maybe they knew something about him that they could use against him. But he liked the mystery he created. It kept things entertaining. Akira walked back to the security room that he originally found. He sat at the chair overlooking all of the monitors. He kept an ever watching eye on all of the other murderers and the rest of the ward. He was watching carefully to find the perfect opportunity to start his plan. A song then came to his mind. He sang, and his golden voice echoed through the halls.
Give me the wheel, so we can move a little faster.
I make it real, I'm not a glorious disaster.
What part of living says you gotta die?
I plan on burning through another nine lives.
One more for measure, that's ten for the soul.
That never sleeps, so are you ready to go?
Bloodshot against the clear blue sky.
Tick tock I think the well is running dry.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
Dead scared cause I'm fearless in the head.
Bang bang cause the needle's in the red.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
My my!
My sweet a adrenaline.
Crack in the vision, who said the motivation's all wrong?
Not your decision, the detonation of a time bomb.
Which way is up, when your high is low?
It's time to find it are you ready to go?
Bloodshot against the clear blue sky.
Tick tock I think the well is running dry.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
Dead scared cause I'm fearless in the head.
Bang bang cause the needle's in the red.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
My my!
My sweet a adrenaline.
My my, just cant lie,
It's the speed and the sound that I'm dying to try.
My my, just cant lie,
It's the love of the chase that created the ride!
Bloodshot against the clear blue sky.
Tick tock I think the well is running dry.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
Dead scared cause I'm fearless in the head.
Bang bang cause the needle's in the red.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
My my!
My sweet a adrenaline.
Of course, it was about the rush that one got from the kill. The adrenaline rushing through your veins, the feeling that you hold someone else's fate in your hands. Shinedown, of all bands, described it perfectly. That wasn't their intention, but it fit so well. He couldn't resist. An evil smile crept on to his lips as the words flowed so sweetly from them.
"I can't promise you're going to see me again, but I will see you. If you need help, all you must do is ask. Farewell. I hope I get the chance to know you better in the future. And I'll give you both some information you may find interesting. I can close the ward off at any time I wish. You may return to your old ways, but I can't promise your safety. There are some real psychopaths in here." He said with a chuckle, still whispering. The lock down button was so tempting to press, but he had to wait for things to further develop.
He quickly disappeared into the darkness of a side corridor. He listened to the echo of his own footsteps echo off the wall. He didn't say his name once. Maybe it was best. Maybe they knew something about him that they could use against him. But he liked the mystery he created. It kept things entertaining. Akira walked back to the security room that he originally found. He sat at the chair overlooking all of the monitors. He kept an ever watching eye on all of the other murderers and the rest of the ward. He was watching carefully to find the perfect opportunity to start his plan. A song then came to his mind. He sang, and his golden voice echoed through the halls.
Give me the wheel, so we can move a little faster.
I make it real, I'm not a glorious disaster.
What part of living says you gotta die?
I plan on burning through another nine lives.
One more for measure, that's ten for the soul.
That never sleeps, so are you ready to go?
Bloodshot against the clear blue sky.
Tick tock I think the well is running dry.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
Dead scared cause I'm fearless in the head.
Bang bang cause the needle's in the red.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
My my!
My sweet a adrenaline.
Crack in the vision, who said the motivation's all wrong?
Not your decision, the detonation of a time bomb.
Which way is up, when your high is low?
It's time to find it are you ready to go?
Bloodshot against the clear blue sky.
Tick tock I think the well is running dry.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
Dead scared cause I'm fearless in the head.
Bang bang cause the needle's in the red.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
My my!
My sweet a adrenaline.
My my, just cant lie,
It's the speed and the sound that I'm dying to try.
My my, just cant lie,
It's the love of the chase that created the ride!
Bloodshot against the clear blue sky.
Tick tock I think the well is running dry.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
Dead scared cause I'm fearless in the head.
Bang bang cause the needle's in the red.
My my, I can't lie.
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.
My my!
My sweet a adrenaline.
Of course, it was about the rush that one got from the kill. The adrenaline rushing through your veins, the feeling that you hold someone else's fate in your hands. Shinedown, of all bands, described it perfectly. That wasn't their intention, but it fit so well. He couldn't resist. An evil smile crept on to his lips as the words flowed so sweetly from them.
Akira Shimizu / AkiraShimizu / 325d 15h 9m 43s
In the blink of an eye, the girl found herself slowly spinning with somone gently holding her fingertips. The motion gave her a 360 degree view of the bland hospital walls, along with a quick glimpse of the boy who was.....how she dreaded this.....controlling her. Just before she opened her mouth to scream, the male began to sound out compliments to her. Though that isnt what pleased her. It was the tone of his young voice. Oh! He was using the same playful and gentle tone that her beloved ginger nurse would use. "Oh why thank you! My file you say?" She did notice an oddly placed stack of papers in the hall. Perhaps that was it.
She stood still now as the boy spun himself away from her. Was that a wink that she caught? "No need to worry about the nurse deary. This really was all I needed. I do think he over-reacted just a tad bit.....Anyway I doubt he will ever stop by my room again..." Happy that someone took notice of her doll, Olivia grinned and held the toy up close to her face with one hand. Her other hand came up with wiggling fingers, happily copying the boy's motion. "Toodles! Perhaps Ill run into you again~" Did he say that others were being released? How exciting! This male was one of the first patients she ever talked too. The thought of meeting more was....was.. "Amazing!" Her blonde curls bounced as she jumped with joy.
Olivia returned her attention to where the boy had been before, deciding that she should ask his name. However, he seemed to have dissapeared! Checking both ways down the hall and seeing no one, Olivia shrugged and continued on her way. Oddly enough, the boy seemed familiar. What was it? "Hes the Tailor Limb guy!!!......Or is it the Limb Tailor..." The stitchs that surrounded his arm gave his indentity away. She could recall reading about him just awhile ago...
Wait, stitches? If she wasnt imagining things, the cuts looked pretty fresh. Was he allowed a sewing kit? Olivia held her doll up to her face, and stared intently at it. Perhaps he could lend her some of the string? Surely it must be pretty strong; it was used to pull skin back together! "Hooray Miss red!!! You have the chance of becoming the puppet you always dreamed of!" Olivia cooed. She made a mental note to ask about the string the next time she ran into the nice lad. As of now, being that she had no clue of which way he turned, she moved back into her previous rhythm and skipped down the hall.
PippyLee97 / 327d 11h 27m 27s
The small rickety table near the end of the hallway held the small cup of hot tea. It's steam rose and swirled in a fancy motion for a moment before vanishing into the air around it.
Pulling up a chair, the legs scratching loudly on the ground, Zyla placed it beside the table and sat down carefully, reaching for the warm cup.
Bringing the small porcelain container to her lips, she lightly blew the steam away before taking a sip, the liquid burning her tongue almost instantly.
It was perfect. A nice morning with her tea and her schedule was absolutely clear. Who could possibly ask for more?
A sound startled her and the hot tea splashed up against the side and she scowled instantly, setting the cup down to wipe her hand of gently on her skirt.
Turning to find who had caused such a disruption to her once tranquil morning, her frown deepened as she studied the group down at the end of the hall.
Is it free the freaks day? Oh how wonderful.
She slumped down some in her seat and turned to stare at the cup in front of her, the steam rising at a slower pace as it cooled to match the temperature of the room.
Reaching out, with a flick of her wrist, the cup was on the ground, the tea flinging itself against the walls and forming a puddle on the floor near the table.
Perhaps the morning wasn't going to be a nice and peaceful as she had first assumed.
Pondering what could be done instead, she straightened her posture, like the proper lady she was, and glared at the small group at the end of the hall.
Pulling up a chair, the legs scratching loudly on the ground, Zyla placed it beside the table and sat down carefully, reaching for the warm cup.
Bringing the small porcelain container to her lips, she lightly blew the steam away before taking a sip, the liquid burning her tongue almost instantly.
It was perfect. A nice morning with her tea and her schedule was absolutely clear. Who could possibly ask for more?
A sound startled her and the hot tea splashed up against the side and she scowled instantly, setting the cup down to wipe her hand of gently on her skirt.
Turning to find who had caused such a disruption to her once tranquil morning, her frown deepened as she studied the group down at the end of the hall.
Is it free the freaks day? Oh how wonderful.
She slumped down some in her seat and turned to stare at the cup in front of her, the steam rising at a slower pace as it cooled to match the temperature of the room.
Reaching out, with a flick of her wrist, the cup was on the ground, the tea flinging itself against the walls and forming a puddle on the floor near the table.
Perhaps the morning wasn't going to be a nice and peaceful as she had first assumed.
Pondering what could be done instead, she straightened her posture, like the proper lady she was, and glared at the small group at the end of the hall.
Zyla Webbe / CookieMonster / 328d 22h 20m 17s
Danika had not been expecting a group to be forming in the halls of the ward that day. She simply wanted silence all to herself. She wanted to be alone like she had been used to all of her years. Though humming caught her sensitive ears, resonating from another hallway, possibly joined to this one in some way. Turning away from the sound, she began to walk slowly, making sure her hair came to cover her ears slightly as to muffle the sounds around her as much as possible. Still, every step, every whisper, every sound seemed to burrow into her, setting in like the ringing would at anything louder than an inside voice. So many screams, it was a shame she had not gone deaf in the process. Still, she could hear so well. Such a curse for one so attuned to the silence. Such a damned curse.
Slowing her steps, Danika thought she had done it, achieved her search for the seemingly unattainable silence in that cursed place. There was never any doubt as to whether or not the girl belonged there. She was a murderer, taking people's lives for ridiculing her for the lack of a voice. She had ways of getting her point across. Doll like green eyes gazed around the shocking white of the hallway, and that was when the sounds set in again. The footsteps were closer, and they were behind her. She almost walked away, but these steps were unlike those of a the staff, and so her curiosity was certainly piqued upon hearing them. With a girlish tilt of her head, the young woman turned on her heel to find a man behind her, dressed in similar clothing.
His greeting was loud on her ears, even if he was merely speaking normally, Danika flinched with the velocity of it on her well tuned ears. He seemed to take interest in her scars, the cutting and restitching of the sides of her mouth had been a way of getting her point across. Showing the world what she was without having to say so. After he had spoken his introduction, calling himself Leroy, she was happy to find the comfort of the quiet enveloping her again. Although, it seemed that it would not stay this way, as another man joined them. He knew her name, both real and the name the media had given her upon her murders, but she did not know him. She had never heard of either of them, but that did not surprise her. She had little contact with any sort of outside world. They had to be killers, lest they be elsewhere at the time.
As the second man began to speak again, Danika reached forward and pressed her hand over his mouth to silence his words before they could reach their end. Her large green eyes looked directly into his, almost as if she were looking into him, and she simply pulled her hand away. It was almost unbearable to hold a conversation with a normal person, her ears already beginning to ring softly from their voices. Looking back at Leroy, she gave him a simple look that said little, and then she reached into her pocket and pulled from it something she had stolen at her greatest convenience. Brandishing a small set of sticky notes and a pen, the blue haired woman scribbled something and then tore the note off and stuck it to the wall.
Stuffing the pad back into her pocket, Danika took one last look at the other two, and then decided to stay for a moment. As long as they did not talk above a very soft tone, she would be okay. She had not had company save for a nurse or two in a long time, and these two were like her. Perhaps they would have something in common. Aside from the obvious affection for killing others.
Slowing her steps, Danika thought she had done it, achieved her search for the seemingly unattainable silence in that cursed place. There was never any doubt as to whether or not the girl belonged there. She was a murderer, taking people's lives for ridiculing her for the lack of a voice. She had ways of getting her point across. Doll like green eyes gazed around the shocking white of the hallway, and that was when the sounds set in again. The footsteps were closer, and they were behind her. She almost walked away, but these steps were unlike those of a the staff, and so her curiosity was certainly piqued upon hearing them. With a girlish tilt of her head, the young woman turned on her heel to find a man behind her, dressed in similar clothing.
His greeting was loud on her ears, even if he was merely speaking normally, Danika flinched with the velocity of it on her well tuned ears. He seemed to take interest in her scars, the cutting and restitching of the sides of her mouth had been a way of getting her point across. Showing the world what she was without having to say so. After he had spoken his introduction, calling himself Leroy, she was happy to find the comfort of the quiet enveloping her again. Although, it seemed that it would not stay this way, as another man joined them. He knew her name, both real and the name the media had given her upon her murders, but she did not know him. She had never heard of either of them, but that did not surprise her. She had little contact with any sort of outside world. They had to be killers, lest they be elsewhere at the time.
As the second man began to speak again, Danika reached forward and pressed her hand over his mouth to silence his words before they could reach their end. Her large green eyes looked directly into his, almost as if she were looking into him, and she simply pulled her hand away. It was almost unbearable to hold a conversation with a normal person, her ears already beginning to ring softly from their voices. Looking back at Leroy, she gave him a simple look that said little, and then she reached into her pocket and pulled from it something she had stolen at her greatest convenience. Brandishing a small set of sticky notes and a pen, the blue haired woman scribbled something and then tore the note off and stuck it to the wall.
Stuffing the pad back into her pocket, Danika took one last look at the other two, and then decided to stay for a moment. As long as they did not talk above a very soft tone, she would be okay. She had not had company save for a nurse or two in a long time, and these two were like her. Perhaps they would have something in common. Aside from the obvious affection for killing others.
:[Danika]: / -Soul- / 329d 12h 43m 33s
Akira smirked as he watched the actions of the others in the ward. This was what he was like. Detached. Alone. He saw all, and excused none. That was the way he always lived. That's why he liked to be in the security room so much. And the red button to his right, ready to unleash chaos. The lock down button. It would close everyone in, and with all of the others on the loose, it was an opportune time to hit it. But not yet. He wanted to see how the others interacted.
He saw Olivia Burns (aka The Puppeteer) rip the red head nurse's hair out and him run screaming down the hall. Then Seiiji Leroy (the Limb Tailor) look at the blood that got on him with such a wanting look in his eye. That made him chuckle. He knew the attraction of the sweet, thick nectar that gave life. The way it sprayed out of the dying. It's metallic tinge that tasted so good. Seiiji was like him in that way. Then he saw something curious. Something useful.
As Seiiji walked up to Olivia, Akira saw want in his eyes. He seemed to have a special place in his heart for the girl who also made artwork out of bodies, like Seiiji. He found it sickening. Killing for enjoyment. Of course, Akira enjoyed killing, but he didn't kill for enjoyment. He killed with a goal in mind. He wanted to better the world. Why couldn't anyone else see that? He wanted to rid the world of the scum that rotted it. He sighed. "People are so idiotic..."
His eyes then went to someone interesting. Someone different. The one who stood out in a crowd. Danika Maurice. Hush. Her porcelain-like skin seemed to glow in the dim light, only rivaled by her green eyes. He knew quite a bit about her. He did some research into her. She was a mute. She killed her parents, such as Akira did. She was always alone, like him. Despite his star status, he never had a real friend, or even an acquaintance. The only difference was that he could think of was that he used his voice for a living, and she couldn't speak at all. But no one could ever love him.
He saw Sheiiji walk up to her. He knew already that he wasn't going to get a response out of the mute. Maybe this was the perfect time to introduce himself. He left the control room and walked casually down the hall, going to the girl's aid. "Her name is Danika Maurice. AKA Hush. She's a mute, Seiiji. She couldn't tell you her name if she wanted." He said to the man as he leaned against a wall. "Don't be surprised that I know something about you, either. I know quite a bit about everyone here." He said nonchalantly.
He saw Olivia Burns (aka The Puppeteer) rip the red head nurse's hair out and him run screaming down the hall. Then Seiiji Leroy (the Limb Tailor) look at the blood that got on him with such a wanting look in his eye. That made him chuckle. He knew the attraction of the sweet, thick nectar that gave life. The way it sprayed out of the dying. It's metallic tinge that tasted so good. Seiiji was like him in that way. Then he saw something curious. Something useful.
As Seiiji walked up to Olivia, Akira saw want in his eyes. He seemed to have a special place in his heart for the girl who also made artwork out of bodies, like Seiiji. He found it sickening. Killing for enjoyment. Of course, Akira enjoyed killing, but he didn't kill for enjoyment. He killed with a goal in mind. He wanted to better the world. Why couldn't anyone else see that? He wanted to rid the world of the scum that rotted it. He sighed. "People are so idiotic..."
His eyes then went to someone interesting. Someone different. The one who stood out in a crowd. Danika Maurice. Hush. Her porcelain-like skin seemed to glow in the dim light, only rivaled by her green eyes. He knew quite a bit about her. He did some research into her. She was a mute. She killed her parents, such as Akira did. She was always alone, like him. Despite his star status, he never had a real friend, or even an acquaintance. The only difference was that he could think of was that he used his voice for a living, and she couldn't speak at all. But no one could ever love him.
He saw Sheiiji walk up to her. He knew already that he wasn't going to get a response out of the mute. Maybe this was the perfect time to introduce himself. He left the control room and walked casually down the hall, going to the girl's aid. "Her name is Danika Maurice. AKA Hush. She's a mute, Seiiji. She couldn't tell you her name if she wanted." He said to the man as he leaned against a wall. "Don't be surprised that I know something about you, either. I know quite a bit about everyone here." He said nonchalantly.
Akira Shimizu (Bloody) / AkiraShimizu / 329d 18h 40m 52s
A deep breath shook the male's shoulders as he slowly turned the corner.
Though Seiiji didn't have much a reason to be sneaking around, it was better to be safe. . than to be locked away in his room for the rest of the day, listening to the chatter of nurses and doctors as they lingered outside his closed door. It seemed the best of gossip happened outside the confines of his room - directly in front of the closed cage. It led him to believe that he knew quite a bit about this ward, and without having to even lift a finger. Another deep breath that made his rib cage ache, and he was padding down the white halls, squinting at how bright they were.
"Fucking freak! That freak Olivia!" A male nurse yelped, skidding down the hall, the papers in his hands scattering around as he stumbled to the nurse's station. Ducking into the shadows Seiiji watched as he shuddered, stopping for a brief moment to withdraw his hand from his skull. It was speckled with bright drops of blood. He could feel the anxiety pile within him at the sight of such a beautiful bright liquid. But the nurse quickly returned his hand to his head, gripping at the wound and rushing down the hall. Slowly, Seiiji stepped into the light of hall, peering down at the papers the nurse had thrown onto the floor. It was the files that they kept on this so-called Olivia. She was . . similar to him, being as such the case as to why they were here. She too, had a little think for flesh and blood. Chortling to himself, he simply took the papers, placing them in a nice stack before resting them against the wall in the hallway.
Soon, he heard the very content humming wander down the hall to rest within his ears. With furrowing brows, Seiiji Leroy turned around to see pleasant blond curls, bouncing upon very thin shoulders, that soon lead his gaze to a very small frame. She was like a pretty china doll, with pale skin and big eyes. Seeming to make the hospital gown her own pretty dress. Grinning at the girl, he quickly tip-toed towards her and took her free hand that was not grasping at a doll, with the nurse's red locks wrapped around it. Delicately plucking at her fingertips, he lifted her arm and spun her around, like the motion of a ballet dancer. "Oh, my dear how clever and pretty you are. You seem to have a beautifully deranged mind, I quite like that. Though I only briefly read it, your file seems quite interesting. Now, I hope your day is filled well, but try not to . . make the nurse go bald, hmm? We want to continue to see his pretty red locks right?" He said in a very playful tone, winking at the doll-like female, before spinning off himself and wiggling his fingers. "Toodles for now, yes? You may follow if you wish, but. . I'm sure you have your own adventures to go of to correct?" He said to the girl, chuckling to himself and shaking his bangs from his face. "It seems. . all the killers are being released today."
Despite the hall being so long, Seiiji quickly made his way to the end and turned yet another corner. He was left with a giddy feeling bubbling inside his stomach after his encounter with Olivia. It was odd. . Seiiji didn't quite understand why he was feeling as such. Maybe it was just meeting with another killer like himself, finally being able to interact with people besides that one nurse that always brought him medicine and food. Olivia. . that girl is quite deranged the nurses would always snicker about in front of his room. Olivia was one that had always interested him, and a day-dreamy way.
Ahead, further down the white hall. . another being stood out. She had bright blue hair that cascaded down her back in an appealing manner. The contrast between her hair and the horrid walls was quite nice. . Her name. . He began to think, having once heard the nurses speak of her. Speak of; "A girl with blue hair, that couldn't be natural. With weird markings upon her face." Seiiji's lips twitched and he slowly made his way towards the girl, head cocked to the side, his hands shoved into the pants pockets of the hospitals gowns. The male's gowns were a bit different from the girls - whereas they wore dress-like one's, male's wore pants and a T-shirt. Unless of course, the females wanted differently. And this blue-haired girl seemed to be one of them; she was wearing attire like his own.
"Why. . Hello there, Miss Blue" Seiiji said, his lashes fluttering as he slowly turned in front of the girl. Quick survey of her face, laid him with perfectly pale skin quite like Olivia's, but not as porcelain-like, and with stitches. . attached to the ends of her pink lips. It seemed to place them into a permanent pout. "Oh. . well. . that is. . quite interesting" Seiiji said, his head slowly moving to the other side, resting against his shoulder. "Are you infamous as well?. . I am . . Leroy."
:/Seiiji Leroy/: / ManTiaras / 329d 19h 14m 23s
It was almost like a movie scene, how he held the phone so close to his lips, whispering quickly, anyone walking passed him would have no idea what he was saying, but perhaps be skeptical. Then again, who wasn't skeptical of anyone anymore after the recent happenings? There was so much..slaughter everywhere, out of nowhere. And nobody could figure out where from. Nobody trusted anyone anymore, and it was a beautiful mess. A small grin crept over his parched, cracked lips and he closed the phone, eyes straight forwardm crystal blue and ice cold. Hunting time.
Soon, his phone buzzed and he took it out, looking over the stats it displayed on the screen for him from his..'friend', you could say. He grinned maliciously, seeing this would be easy. A middle-aged woman, stay-at-home with her son, single. She was well-known for going out for parties and leaving her son at home with some nanny while she wasted the nights away. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Delightful," his voice rang, tongue flicking over the words with ease, his voice deep and handsome, yet sadistic. She would be at the usual bar she was at every night, since it was Friday, she'd bthere early for karaoke. Edwin headed for the bar at that moment, she would probably already be there with his luck.
And luck is what he had. He simply knew as he stared into the bar the young brunette fetching a drink and giggling with a wide grin was his target. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about her, but he thrived for her blood and only her blood out of everyone sitting in the bar. Which is typically how it went. Only one stuck out to him, whether they were male, female, young, old- someone always caught his eye, and more importantly, ave him cravings. His footsteps were smooth and he walked with a certain confidence that gave him attention, especially hers. And already, she was into his trap. "Hey, you new around here? I never seen you before," she said with a tipsy smile. He grinned softly and turned to face her, leaning his elbow onto the counter. "Not new, just new to this place," he said, coating his tone in sweetness. She giggled slightly, running a hand down his arm to which he smiled lightly, cocking an eyebrow. "Need someone to show tyou around?" she asked, giving a small wink. And there it was, he'd won already. "I'm sure there's some interesting things in the back, I'm guessing?" he chuckled and smirked, checking her over and planning in the back of his mind. She simply giggled, took his hand and wandered into the backroom with him following close behind.
A closet, he looked about. There was a lot he could do. Before his thoughts got any heavier, there was a set of lips against his, and he took them in, allowing the woman to gain knowledge of his body. He chuckled gently, holding her waist. "Fiesty," he commented and she giggled, pulling her shirt off. He ran his hands down her waist, watching her movements. She was struggling, the alcohol was setting in and she stumbled around. He kept a firm grasp on her, maybe too firm. "Ouch, you're hurting me..." she complained, and his grip tightened as he chuckled maliciously. "I know," he said simply, grbabing tape from a shelf and covering her mouth. He pushed her down on her hands and knees and leaned over her, whisperng in her ear as she struggled to scream for help. "Listen, lady. This isn't your typical rape and easy kill. You're going to cry, and you're going to hurt, and then I'm going to kill you and walk away," he stood up, putting his boot on her head to hold her down, grabbing some string. "Poor little thing, who's gonna take care of the son now? Not like you ever did," he smirked and winked at her as tears ran down her face while she realised her son was in danger. Though, Edwin had no need to harm her son, it would be in the back of his mind. He took the string, and strung up her ankles and wrists.
He peeked around the shelves, nothing very useful other than the tape and string. He sighed and flicked out a switch blade, swinging it around between his fingers and leaning down beside her. "Where to begin.. Ah. Here we go," he took the tip of the blade on one of her shoulder blades and set it there gently, letting the cool metal split her skin, a small whine be muffled from the tape as he twisted the blade, a shreik that was barely heard. He chuckled loudly. "Good girl," he said slowly as he did the same to the other shoulder blade. "Now..be good for me, or else," he took the tape off her mouth and flipped her over, she remeined silent, her shoulder bleeding viciously. "I hope you rot..." she muffled out, her breathe shakier than ever. "I will, he said, jabbing her gut three times with the tip of the blade, she screamed loudly, the pain over throwing her. Music to his ears, he almost hummed along, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. He heard footsteps, and he knew this had to be finished quickly.
A few days later, the paper reads that a woman was found in a bar closet with stab wombs in her shoulder blades, her stomach and her throat slit, with an x marked on her neck behind her right ear. Just like many other victims. On the news could be heard "There are still no signs of the 'X File' but the case is being looked over urgently. No evidence ever seems to be left behind." People began to get frantic, the kill rate was getting higher and the ability to catch this sick bastard was getting lower.
"I told you that if you called me Ed one more time, I'd slap you, now that's just your problem for not olbiging, ma'am," he chuckled, his tone even and calm. The nurse rubbed her cheek and grumbled, walking off. He chuckled and sat in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he sipped at his coffee, grbabing a newspaper. It pained him to see there were hardly any 'X File' cases anymore. He missed what he did desperately and wished to be out freely on the streets again. "Ed.." the nurse was cut off by his sadistic glare. "I'll kill you, Esmerelda," he threatened his nurse, his tone all-too serious. She gulped. "I apologise, Edwin.. Uhm, would you like breakfast?" ahse asked, he simply shook his head and pointed for her to leave his room.
He was cruel to his nurse, simply because he blamed her and the rest of the people in this place for his misery of not being on the street, prowling. Now he was subjected to all this luxury, which kept him content enough, but his cravings were enough for him to be crude toward everyone, if he so choosed, which he typically did. The nurse nodded and left him be to his coffee, his paper and his moping. "Stupid cunt," he commented as she walked out and she rolled her eyes, slamming the door.
Soon, his phone buzzed and he took it out, looking over the stats it displayed on the screen for him from his..'friend', you could say. He grinned maliciously, seeing this would be easy. A middle-aged woman, stay-at-home with her son, single. She was well-known for going out for parties and leaving her son at home with some nanny while she wasted the nights away. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Delightful," his voice rang, tongue flicking over the words with ease, his voice deep and handsome, yet sadistic. She would be at the usual bar she was at every night, since it was Friday, she'd bthere early for karaoke. Edwin headed for the bar at that moment, she would probably already be there with his luck.
And luck is what he had. He simply knew as he stared into the bar the young brunette fetching a drink and giggling with a wide grin was his target. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about her, but he thrived for her blood and only her blood out of everyone sitting in the bar. Which is typically how it went. Only one stuck out to him, whether they were male, female, young, old- someone always caught his eye, and more importantly, ave him cravings. His footsteps were smooth and he walked with a certain confidence that gave him attention, especially hers. And already, she was into his trap. "Hey, you new around here? I never seen you before," she said with a tipsy smile. He grinned softly and turned to face her, leaning his elbow onto the counter. "Not new, just new to this place," he said, coating his tone in sweetness. She giggled slightly, running a hand down his arm to which he smiled lightly, cocking an eyebrow. "Need someone to show tyou around?" she asked, giving a small wink. And there it was, he'd won already. "I'm sure there's some interesting things in the back, I'm guessing?" he chuckled and smirked, checking her over and planning in the back of his mind. She simply giggled, took his hand and wandered into the backroom with him following close behind.
A closet, he looked about. There was a lot he could do. Before his thoughts got any heavier, there was a set of lips against his, and he took them in, allowing the woman to gain knowledge of his body. He chuckled gently, holding her waist. "Fiesty," he commented and she giggled, pulling her shirt off. He ran his hands down her waist, watching her movements. She was struggling, the alcohol was setting in and she stumbled around. He kept a firm grasp on her, maybe too firm. "Ouch, you're hurting me..." she complained, and his grip tightened as he chuckled maliciously. "I know," he said simply, grbabing tape from a shelf and covering her mouth. He pushed her down on her hands and knees and leaned over her, whisperng in her ear as she struggled to scream for help. "Listen, lady. This isn't your typical rape and easy kill. You're going to cry, and you're going to hurt, and then I'm going to kill you and walk away," he stood up, putting his boot on her head to hold her down, grabbing some string. "Poor little thing, who's gonna take care of the son now? Not like you ever did," he smirked and winked at her as tears ran down her face while she realised her son was in danger. Though, Edwin had no need to harm her son, it would be in the back of his mind. He took the string, and strung up her ankles and wrists.
He peeked around the shelves, nothing very useful other than the tape and string. He sighed and flicked out a switch blade, swinging it around between his fingers and leaning down beside her. "Where to begin.. Ah. Here we go," he took the tip of the blade on one of her shoulder blades and set it there gently, letting the cool metal split her skin, a small whine be muffled from the tape as he twisted the blade, a shreik that was barely heard. He chuckled loudly. "Good girl," he said slowly as he did the same to the other shoulder blade. "Now..be good for me, or else," he took the tape off her mouth and flipped her over, she remeined silent, her shoulder bleeding viciously. "I hope you rot..." she muffled out, her breathe shakier than ever. "I will, he said, jabbing her gut three times with the tip of the blade, she screamed loudly, the pain over throwing her. Music to his ears, he almost hummed along, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. He heard footsteps, and he knew this had to be finished quickly.
A few days later, the paper reads that a woman was found in a bar closet with stab wombs in her shoulder blades, her stomach and her throat slit, with an x marked on her neck behind her right ear. Just like many other victims. On the news could be heard "There are still no signs of the 'X File' but the case is being looked over urgently. No evidence ever seems to be left behind." People began to get frantic, the kill rate was getting higher and the ability to catch this sick bastard was getting lower.
"I told you that if you called me Ed one more time, I'd slap you, now that's just your problem for not olbiging, ma'am," he chuckled, his tone even and calm. The nurse rubbed her cheek and grumbled, walking off. He chuckled and sat in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he sipped at his coffee, grbabing a newspaper. It pained him to see there were hardly any 'X File' cases anymore. He missed what he did desperately and wished to be out freely on the streets again. "Ed.." the nurse was cut off by his sadistic glare. "I'll kill you, Esmerelda," he threatened his nurse, his tone all-too serious. She gulped. "I apologise, Edwin.. Uhm, would you like breakfast?" ahse asked, he simply shook his head and pointed for her to leave his room.
He was cruel to his nurse, simply because he blamed her and the rest of the people in this place for his misery of not being on the street, prowling. Now he was subjected to all this luxury, which kept him content enough, but his cravings were enough for him to be crude toward everyone, if he so choosed, which he typically did. The nurse nodded and left him be to his coffee, his paper and his moping. "Stupid cunt," he commented as she walked out and she rolled her eyes, slamming the door.
.|Edwin Trenken / AirThrust / 331d 20h 2m 12s
Akira smirked as he walked out of the large arena he just finished playing his nightly show in. The tall, black-haired rock star sighed as he continued down a back ally. He always sneaked out the back after a show to avoid his fans. He didn't mind most of them, but he had a large variety of fans. He played all forms of rock. That attracted all forms of people. Metal heads, emo kids, middle aged adults, and the list went on. Th part of his fan base he couldn't stand was the one attracted by his looks. With his pale, boyish face and and his slender, tall body, he attracted teenage girls. He couldn't stand the way they screamed his name and followed them everywhere. He couldn't have that. He had an unreal voice and amazing guitar skills. He was easily the best in Japan, and possibly worldwide.
He smiled evilly. It was almost cartoon like. His smile went almost ear to ear. It was time for his nightly treat, so he was in a great mood. He played a great show in a sold out arena, made to seat twenty five thousand. But now his mind was on that warm, metallic taste that he loved so much. And the best part was that not a single person in Fukushima (or even Japan, for that matter), ever suspected a thing. He walked the streets in the bad part of town. He was looking for his next victim. The next scum he got the privilege of wiping off of the face of the earth.
He saw the perfect opportunity. A hooker on a street corner. "Hello..." He said with a smirk as he walked and stood close next to her. "Come here and we can talk..." He said as he walked into an abandoned building near them and threw her against a wall. He laughed as she screamed. "You... You are disgusting. It's your kind who rot and pollute this world." The prostitute screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one was around to hear her. He pulled his knife out of his boot. The woman looked up at him, teary eyed as he smiled down at her and thrusted the knife into her abdomen.
He sat down next to her. "You can scream all you want. You'll be dead in a few minutes. So what's your name?" He asked. This was one of his favorite parts. "Why the fuck would I tell you?!" She snapped. A small smile crossed his lips. "Because I'm the last person you're ever going to talk to." That's when he heard the repetitive, beating sound of a helicopter. He saw a bright light in the window and hear footsteps coming up the stairs. They were heavy. He slowly stood up and raised his hands. The black haired man let out a small chuckle. "It only took about sixteen years and five-thousand eight-hundred and thirty-six victims. It's about damn time." He said with a laugh as he was cuffed.
It had been three weeks since Akira had been interred in the ward. All he had done was sit and stare at the wall. He took his drugs on time, but other than that, he didn't speak. He occasionally sang, but that was his only response to anything. The sound of a soft voice could be heard throughout the ward, hitting notes perfectly.
Some will learn; many do. Cover up or spread it out. Turn around, had enough, pick and choose or pass it on. Buying in, heading for suffer now or suffer then. It's bad enough. I want the fear... need the fear
Cause he's alone. He's alone
Well if they're making it, making it, then they're pushing it, pushing it and they're leading us along. The hassle of all the screaming fits. That panic makes remorse.
After all, what's the point? Course levitation is possible if you're a fly; achieved and gone. There's time for this and so much more. It's typical - create a world. A special place of my design to never cope or never care just use the key.
Cause he's alone. He's alone
Well if they're making it, making it, then they're pushing it, pushing it and they're leading us along. The hassle of all the screaming fits. That panic makes remorse
Over and Over a slave. Became over and over a slave. Became over and over a slave. Became over and over a slave. Became
Well if they're making it, making it,t hen they're pushing it, pushing it and they're leading us along. The hassle of all the screaming fits. That panic makes remorse
His voice echoed through the hallways. He waited patiently for the nurse. She came in the room. "Good afternoon, mister Shimizu. I brought your medicine for the day." She handed him the pills and began to walk out. She wasn't expecting a response at all. That made her all the more shocked when she heard her name. She turned around. "I have a request. Could you bring me my guitar, please?" He asked. She nodded. "Yes, of course." He wasn't showing any signs of being suicidal, and he was behaving well, so they didn't see any harm in it if he was monitored.
A few weeks after they observed him playing, they started to leave him with it unmonitored. That was when he slid open a compartment on it and pulled out his knife. It was the one he never used because it was his only prized possession. It was the one that his father took his mother's life with and the one he took his father's life with. He calmly slid it into his boot. He then strolled out into the hallway, looking around. He wandered for about twenty minutes until he found the security room. He sneaked in. The guard who was supposed to be monitoring the cameras was asleep, naturally. He slit his throat and dragged him into the closet, taking the guard's seat. He saw that other world famous murderers were already wandering the halls. He watched the screens. "Interesting..." He observed their movements.
He smiled evilly. It was almost cartoon like. His smile went almost ear to ear. It was time for his nightly treat, so he was in a great mood. He played a great show in a sold out arena, made to seat twenty five thousand. But now his mind was on that warm, metallic taste that he loved so much. And the best part was that not a single person in Fukushima (or even Japan, for that matter), ever suspected a thing. He walked the streets in the bad part of town. He was looking for his next victim. The next scum he got the privilege of wiping off of the face of the earth.
He saw the perfect opportunity. A hooker on a street corner. "Hello..." He said with a smirk as he walked and stood close next to her. "Come here and we can talk..." He said as he walked into an abandoned building near them and threw her against a wall. He laughed as she screamed. "You... You are disgusting. It's your kind who rot and pollute this world." The prostitute screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one was around to hear her. He pulled his knife out of his boot. The woman looked up at him, teary eyed as he smiled down at her and thrusted the knife into her abdomen.
He sat down next to her. "You can scream all you want. You'll be dead in a few minutes. So what's your name?" He asked. This was one of his favorite parts. "Why the fuck would I tell you?!" She snapped. A small smile crossed his lips. "Because I'm the last person you're ever going to talk to." That's when he heard the repetitive, beating sound of a helicopter. He saw a bright light in the window and hear footsteps coming up the stairs. They were heavy. He slowly stood up and raised his hands. The black haired man let out a small chuckle. "It only took about sixteen years and five-thousand eight-hundred and thirty-six victims. It's about damn time." He said with a laugh as he was cuffed.
It had been three weeks since Akira had been interred in the ward. All he had done was sit and stare at the wall. He took his drugs on time, but other than that, he didn't speak. He occasionally sang, but that was his only response to anything. The sound of a soft voice could be heard throughout the ward, hitting notes perfectly.
Some will learn; many do. Cover up or spread it out. Turn around, had enough, pick and choose or pass it on. Buying in, heading for suffer now or suffer then. It's bad enough. I want the fear... need the fear
Cause he's alone. He's alone
Well if they're making it, making it, then they're pushing it, pushing it and they're leading us along. The hassle of all the screaming fits. That panic makes remorse.
After all, what's the point? Course levitation is possible if you're a fly; achieved and gone. There's time for this and so much more. It's typical - create a world. A special place of my design to never cope or never care just use the key.
Cause he's alone. He's alone
Well if they're making it, making it, then they're pushing it, pushing it and they're leading us along. The hassle of all the screaming fits. That panic makes remorse
Over and Over a slave. Became over and over a slave. Became over and over a slave. Became over and over a slave. Became
Well if they're making it, making it,t hen they're pushing it, pushing it and they're leading us along. The hassle of all the screaming fits. That panic makes remorse
His voice echoed through the hallways. He waited patiently for the nurse. She came in the room. "Good afternoon, mister Shimizu. I brought your medicine for the day." She handed him the pills and began to walk out. She wasn't expecting a response at all. That made her all the more shocked when she heard her name. She turned around. "I have a request. Could you bring me my guitar, please?" He asked. She nodded. "Yes, of course." He wasn't showing any signs of being suicidal, and he was behaving well, so they didn't see any harm in it if he was monitored.
A few weeks after they observed him playing, they started to leave him with it unmonitored. That was when he slid open a compartment on it and pulled out his knife. It was the one he never used because it was his only prized possession. It was the one that his father took his mother's life with and the one he took his father's life with. He calmly slid it into his boot. He then strolled out into the hallway, looking around. He wandered for about twenty minutes until he found the security room. He sneaked in. The guard who was supposed to be monitoring the cameras was asleep, naturally. He slit his throat and dragged him into the closet, taking the guard's seat. He saw that other world famous murderers were already wandering the halls. He watched the screens. "Interesting..." He observed their movements.
The Mad Hatter (Female) / AkiraShimizu / 335d 19h 51m 0s
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