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(Plot/Story)

Hello, children.

All your life, you have been a little hellion, haven't you? A Naughty Little Girl, or a Devilish Little Boy. Don't you just hate it when Mummy and Daddy take away the knives..? Well, this is your dream turned beautiful nightmare, kiddo.

See, my name is Edward Dustfinger. I was a very, very bad little boy. And I thought to myself, 'is this not how kids should be?' So when I grew up, I made this PRëTt¥ little school for all you boys and girls. To let you learn about all of those greats, from Jack the Ripper, to Gaesy the Clown! And the best part..? I have practice dummies for you! Yes, lovely little 'dolls', who sleep in a cellar downstairs. They're so real, they're guaranteed to scream!

So, come. And have fun!
Sincerely, Mr. Dustfinger.


You heard me, this is a School for Psyco's! Why not come on over and play..?

This is not meant to be a serious role play. I chose 'psyco' instead of 'killer' for a reason. Have some humour!
I want an all creative, all silly-slaughter in this role play!

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1. Thou shall not kill.
2.Thou shall not godmodd.
3.Thou shall not cuss too often.
4.Thou shall not dubblepost.
5.Thou shall be gory and bloody! Rated R, for violence.
6.Romance is allowed, but c'mon, don't let it rule.
7.Thou shall follow ToS.
8.Thou shall understand I add rules sometimes.
9.God help you if you do not read and follow these. You WILL be out before you can beg for another chance. Three strikes, you're done. Period.
10.Thou shalt post three paragraphs at the least, five at the most. EVERY post. A one paragraph is okay once in a long while, but I do mean a LONG while.
11.THOU SHALT PM ALL PROFILES TO ME!
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Phsyco's:

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First☠Middle☠Last
Codename:(your 'killer' identity)
Age:(no younger than 16)
Height:
Weight:
Loves:
☣
☣
☣
Hates:
☸
☸
☸
Bio:(three paragraphs, five at most.)
Personality:
Weapon of choice:
What made me crack:
My Classes:(choose three from the bottom)
1.
2.
3.
I find myself longing for:(N/A at first)
Pulling the strings:(user)

Sane's:

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First♥Middle♥Last
Nickname:
Age:(no younger than 16)
Height:
Weight:
Loves:
☀
☀
☀
Hates:
☂
☂
☂
Bio:(three paragraphs, five at most.)
Personality:
Weapon of choice:
Why I was captured:
I find myself falling for:
Pulling the strings:(user)

The Profiles/OOC

CLASSES!
1.The History of Slaughter.
2.How to have a Humorous Homicide.
3.Danger, 101
4.Creepy Sounds.
5.The Insiders Guide to being Stalkerific!
6.The Killers Cellar.
7.100 ways to Shank.
8.When you really love your victim.

Announcement.
We are starting on monday, October 5th.

OPEN

[Awkard First Post, Love it, Live it]

Eyes softly opening, the feeling of a massive hangover hit. Selene put her hand onto her head and sat up. Something wasnt right, and her eyes finally adjusted. There was a dampness to this area and a darkness. Selene stood in her platforms, dizzily she lightly stumbled forward but finally caught herself. This place was a dark cellar, had someone from the club knocked her out and brought her here? Selene nervously walked forward grasping bars that were in the way of her escape. Now she knew something was deffinately wrong, but she would never be arrested, so she thought. Selene frowned and looked to see if anyone else was with her. Her eyes couldnt exactly see to well in the dark. Selene released the bars and walked to the corner of her little cell sitting and hugging her knees. In her mind she told herself, that her father would have authority looking for her, but the lonelyness and fear continued rising as silence krept into her cellar
"Someone let me out of here.."

Haana looked up to see another person in the dull place with her. Her eyes were red and puffy from an hour or two of crying when she remembered what had happened. She cocked her head inquisitively to the side and opened her lips into a perfect 'o' before licking them softly and saying, "O-ohiyo.." Her shy voice breaking into it's native-japanese accent. She knew english, but not a lot. Just enough to get by, really.


Louden stepped into his 'common room', smiling to find it had news paper clippings from every major crime in the past five years. He set his knives down slowly in his bed, his ipod blurting into his ears. After all, who said you couldn't have music while you did the ol' slice n' dice? He lazily slumped onto the other side of the bed, closing his eyes for a while...

Tabitha sharpened her tournée knife on her wet stone humming to herself. She hummed Mozart- Mozart always put her in a lovely mood. It was sharp, happy, bubbly music. It was knife sharpening music. The guillotine blade was clean and sharp, gleaming with the fresh oil. She was into the Second Movement of Mozart's Triosonata in C as she sharpened her favorite knife. The short, curved blade was well oiled and cleaned as she ran it over the stone in swift, smooth movements.

Yesterday had been a Mahler day. Mahler, while upbeat in many ways, was somewhat darker than Mozart. Perhaps because he was older, more jaded by life when he wrote. Mozart had been young and vibrant- eccentric, untouchable by life's little foibles. Mozart was pure and clean pulling life and happiness out of the essence of music. Each note hung in perfect clarity and purpose. but he knew darkness too- but it was not a time for darkness. Darkness did not properly bring the gleam out of her knives.

So she hummed her tunes. She didn't listen to them on her radio- that was for later. No, she pulled them from her mind. her castle.

Tabitha is a princess after all.

The other students at the school were not as fond of the classical music as she was and if they were, they only liked the big sounding pieces. The dramatic pieces. But Tabitha, liked the bright music. The music that uplifted her from the dark sounds that played in the background of her mind. The music that haunted her. Those electric sounds that pulled on her darker impulses. She set those things aside along with the knife she finished sharpening.

She placed the well balanced Wusthof knife in its case. She had a small set, but the tournée knife was her favorite for delicate work- peeling and rounding work. She also had a Masahiro paring knife similar to the Wusthof- it was such a sharp, narrow blade that it could be in and out without anyone even feeling it. She glanced at her watch, still time before class. She smiled, she still had time for a couple of sets with the free weights.

Selene Jumped from the sound of anothers voice "Hello..?" She stood and looked around noticing Haana. She shivered a bit and nodded gaining courage "Your Japanese. Uhm.. Watashiwa Selene Desu ka? Doushi gou?" Selene picked up a few languages in the club, she didnt know much, what she meant to ask the girl was if she was alright. She grasped the bars tightly peering in the dark, an uneasyness stirred "I dont have any good feelings about this place.." She whispered lightly, her eyes trying to see through, though it was useless.

Haana smiled weakly, nodding in a small manner. "I... I speak can English..." She said softly, slightly proud that she didn't screw up the english accent too bad. "I am Haana." She said simply after that, scooching a little closer, admiring the pretty, if a bit hurt girl. Her long chestnut hair framed her small face as her arms pulled her jacked a little firmer around her body. "Kidnapped..." She noted softly after a while of neither speaking.

She stood after a while, there were old looking beds, but they were clean-ish at least. She sat on one, faint light creeping from a crack somewhere. Her head tilted twards the girl as she continued to look at her. She wondered jsut how many people were there...

He stood at the gates, the shadow of the building consuming him. The might structure loomed over him expectantly, as if waiting for him to explain himself. T.J. had seen buildings like this one only rarely, but he was always fond of their grandiose construction and elegant design.

"This is the building I've heard so much about... A school for those whom the world has judged faulty... I shall show them! I shall show them all that my passion is the most powerful thing on this earth, a potential that any man can unlock for himself! True love conquers all!"

He entered the complex with a bold, defiant kick to the door, a laugh of arrogance sounding from his lips as he dashed toward the registration desk. "Behold! I have come to uncover my destiny! I am T.J., and I have come a long way to master the arts that will procure ultimate happiness! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

His black pants began to flutter as he suddenly burst into a dance, the clicking of his shoes like castanets as he clapped his hands together, finally finishing in a pose vibrant with flair. He then donned a serious face as he regarded the secretary, a venomous tone on dripping from a knife-edged tongue as he said "You are registering me now, yes?"

When the woman timidly shook her head no, T.J. drew his sword from his belt, keeping it at eye-level as his arms stretched out towards her. "Then what are you waiting for?" There was a silence before he was required to raise his voice.

"DO IT! NOW!"

[[So when are dolls introduced to the students? :sweat:
Andd.. Selene's platforms have a full 7" lift so that makes her 6'0" thats why she crouches when she speaks to Haana just informing]]

Selene looked at Haana for a second and gulped "Kidnapped is right.. But.. Why? It makes no sense" She silently thought to herself "are your parents rich, or something enough to hold a randsom?" Selene thought about why she would be kidnapped though, maybe her father forgot to pay someone back for things he's addicted to and they were hold her until he paid the price. It was uncertain to her but made sense, what other reason would she be there for? Selene tried to hear anything from above, but then again she knew there must be some big bulk door so that no one could hear them or whats going on outside. Selene crouched by Haana and put her hands on her shoulders "Listen, what ever happens Im here for you, we have to protect eachother" She whispered

Louden's eyes opened briefly as he heard a rumpus in the main hall. Grabbing his favourite pocket knife, he sat up with a small groan and ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. Looking, after a moment, to the doorway, he stood and walked out. It was class soon anyway, might as well have some fun with a student before the gory stuff.


Haana thought for a moment on what the seemingly tall girl said, before shaking her head slowly. "No. Parent's are ordinary citizens" She said knowingly, nibbling on a piece of her long hair in confusion. She looked at her surroundings, finding that there was no knowledgeable way out of the place. Her brows pulled together in further worry. She walked over to a corner, than another. As if trying to find something...

(They meat in this next class.)

(Whatever happened to the three-paragraph minimum, my dearest?)

[kicks self into gear]

Selene strayed from the bars and sat onto the cot, it was rather diry, but not as bad as a night clubs floor. She frowned and looked at Haana, thinking because she's never been a situation like Selene has. She laid her head down and stared at the seiling, silence became the esence, even echoing off the walls. Something Selene was never use to, the silence, it was one of her fears. Selene closed her eyes to remember her past since it had been troubling her. She suddenly drifts to sleep.

In her dream, she remembered herself as a child, living in what was called the ghetto. The house she resided in was small, crumbling porch stairs, vandlism on the walls. Her parents werent really the best in those days, more likely they were drug addicts. Selene never knew what was going on, she was always locked in her bedroom, which was small, and was painted a bleak pink. The fabrics dirty or torn and her clothes hanging from a line in her room since they didnt have a dryer. Her parents were almost never home, but if they were, they had a large group of people with them, they would laugh and yell. Thats when her father had a great idea, from one of those parties, to open a bar. He did, in our own house, and soon enough they could afford things, dryers, clothes, even their personal things, soon moving out on Selene's 14th birthday to a new place.

When Selene was 14, she got a growthspurt, she was tall, curvy, and had her breasts early. All the boys loved her, but they loved her mom more. Selene always wanted to be like her mother, but it always seemed to get her into trouble. Selene remembered the time when she was first kidnapped, she was 15, her parents owed this man money. She was horribly treated, and came home with a broken arm after the randsom was paid. 17, was when her stalker kidnapped her, but thankfully her buff boyfriend found out, but they arent together now. On the very first day of her 19th birthday, she was taken by a stripclub owner, but knowing her mother worked there Selene was instantly taken home. Selene believed this was another one of those set ups. But she didnt know what she was really in for.

Selene's eyes opened again and she tiredly sat up wiping her eyes "Sorry.. Was a little sleepy." She herself didnt understand how she could sleep in situations like these, maybe she was just to use to it. She stared out of the cell and sighed, all she wanted was out. This kidnapping was overrated in her mind.