Roleplay? c:
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Thread Topic: Roleplay? c:
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Scissors laughed crazily as he reared the cabin. She looked over her outfit (polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFktpemVldUtXUVhHWHJUSFpkTHhhcncAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg) and smoothed some wrinkled edges. She had to look normal at least, she didn't want anyone seeing her all bloody before she could kill them.
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He walked up the steps, and knocked at the door carefully. "Hello?"
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She heard a knock on the door, and she slipped the butcher knife into her bra (xD). She opened the door, smiling at the cute guy. "Hiya!"
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Seems like she'd get cut, herself.
"Uh... hi..." He really had not expected to be anyone there. Especially not her. She was about the same age as him, and very pretty. He smiled faintly, a little confused. -
Yeahh..
"So, uhm, would you like to come in?" She asked kindly. Death and blood most definately filled the air, and she grabbed her cup of blood from the table close by, sipping it. -
"Uh..." It reeked, and he had to swallow to keep himself from vomiting. He tripped, trying to back down the stairs while keeping an eye on her.
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Scissors blinked sadly. "I take that as a no.. Too bad." She said, whipping out the knife and grinning maniacally.
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His eyes widened, and he ran. He ran faster than he ever had in the forest, and faster than he ever had in his life. The trees flew past him, but he didn't notice the log. He tripped, falling on his face.
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She followed him, and kicked a log, making him trip. She let out a giggle before throwing him over her shoulder, walking back to the cabin and bolt locking everything once she got inside. She went down into the basement, where the dead bodies were, and she threw him in a chair, tying him up and turning on bright lights. She grinned her creepy grin once again. "You can't leave me now, can you?"
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It smelled even worse down here. He struggled against the ropes. "Let me go!"
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"How about we play a little game I made up?" She said, still grinning and clutching the butcher knife. She stepped close to him, leaning close to his face until the bridges of their noses touched. "Unless you just want to die right now." She whispered, and turned around, walking back to the spot where she was. Blood coated the walls, and she giggled.
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He glared at her with pure hatred. The stench was even worse down here. He almost threw up. "Sick, twisted bitch..." he muttered.
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Suddenly, she cracked her head over to his. "What did you say about me?" She said in a demonic voice, glaring at him.
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He looked into her eyes angrily. "I called you a sick bitch. Now let me the fuck out of here!"
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She ran towards him, tackling him and scratching his cheek with her sharp nails. Blood poured out, and she started licking it up.
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