Clearshot RPG

Marcus hated doing chores, but he grudgingly obeyed his dad's request.
He walked to the store, the twenty dollars his Dad gave him in his pocket.
As he reached the store, Marcus got what was on the list and paid for it.
Walking back on his way home, carrying the grocery bags, Marcus felt a slight shudder run up his spine. He did not know why, but he felt cold all of a sudden.
Brushing it aside as a cold gust, Marcus made it to his house.
"Dad, I'm home!" yelled Marcus. "Dad?"
There was no reply, thew whole house was silent.

(Shall Marcus look for his dad?)
 
"Dad? Where are you?"
Marcus looked around the house.
"Marcus...." a hissed whisper was uttered.
Marcus stopped and glanced around.
"Who's there? Dad, is that you?"
"Marcus..." the voice whispered again.
Suddenly, Marcus saw a dark shape, like a shadow, leap across and come straight at him!

(What now?)
 
The dark shadow did nothing but soon evaporated.
"Marcus?"
Marcus heard his dad calling. He soon entered the living room.
"Marcus, will you help me put away the groceries?" his father asked.
(shall Marcus do as instructed? Or should he tell about the strange thing?)
 
OK... thanks...

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Character Name: Myra Davidson

Character Age: 19

Short Bio: Is a total misfit. She's been tossed around in foster homes since she was 5. Finally when she turned 18 she could just leave the horror and she moved out on her own. She currently is trying to make her way through college as a frenzic science major.

Personality: Odd, sorta creepy, yet extremely nice and kind. She has a great sence of humor. Sometimes uses pretty sketchy language, but over all is a very enjoyable person, if you can get past her style.

Looks: Chin length layered black hair, pale skin, black insquisitive eyes. She's about 5'6" tall. She's very pretty. She's very slim. She usually has jeans on but with a strange detailed black long sleeved t-shirt. And black stiletto heels. She has a stud peirced in her nose, she has her cartlidge peirced and her bottom lip peirced with a small silver ring.

Fears: She's afraid of being alone. She has a horrible fear of being abducted. She loaths the pure darkness, but she loves the night.

Item: A necklace of pure silver and diamonds... that she stole.

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DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
 
SimonW said:
The dark shadow did nothing but soon evaporated.
"Marcus?"
Marcus heard his dad calling. He soon entered the living room.
"Marcus, will you help me put away the groceries?" his father asked.
(shall Marcus do as instructed? Or should he tell about the strange thing?)
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Marcus protested. "Dad! I just saw someone in the house! It was really weird!"
 
SaffronRose said:
Marcus protested. "Dad! I just saw someone in the house! It was really weird!"
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"You saw someone?" asked his father. He sounded concerned. "Why didn't you call for me?"
"But, I did call for you!"
"Marcus, you don't have to lie to not put away the groceries. I'm disappointed in you."
"But, Dad-"
"No, buts, Marcus. It was time you be responsible for yourself."
Marcus's dad left the room, leaving Marcus in the living room.
Marcus glanced around and heard the faint sound of laughter...inhuman laughter.
Marcus ran to his room, the laughter echoing in his mind.
Marcus decided to stay up late, to see if he could catch his attacker, he had a baseball bat to protect himself, and, of course, his trusty walkman. His dad was away for the night, overnight business trip.
(What shall Marcus do to ensure his safety? Tell me what he will do until he goes back to his room..Then the aftermath will begin.)
 
ooc: Ok I'll keep checking back till you have the story posted for my character... LOL... I'll be patient. I just have to remember to look. That'll be my problem. HAHa.
 
Elvess Saralina said:
OK... thanks...

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Character Name: Myra Davidson

Character Age: 19

Short Bio: Is a total misfit. She's been tossed around in foster homes since she was 5. Finally when she turned 18 she could just leave the horror and she moved out on her own. She currently is trying to make her way through college as a frenzic science major.

Personality: Odd, sorta creepy, yet extremely nice and kind. She has a great sence of humor. Sometimes uses pretty sketchy language, but over all is a very enjoyable person, if you can get past her style.

Looks: Chin length layered black hair, pale skin, black insquisitive eyes. She's about 5'6" tall. She's very pretty. She's very slim. She usually has jeans on but with a strange detailed black long sleeved t-shirt. And black stiletto heels. She has a stud peirced in her nose, she has her cartlidge peirced and her bottom lip peirced with a small silver ring.

Fears: She's afraid of being alone. She has a horrible fear of being abducted. She loaths the pure darkness, but she loves the night.

Item: A necklace of pure silver and diamonds... that she stole.

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DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
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Welcome, to Clearshot RPG.

Story: Dorm Daze

Myra Davidson was a tough student, she was also hard to get to know.
Sure, she had a good sense of humour and a slightly trashy mouth, but she was an enigma to other students on campus.
Despite several attempts, she had finally been assigned a person to share her dorm room with.
A girl called Alicia Roberts. She was the kind of girl who was happy, had a mummy who taught her to bake cookies and the kind of rom-mate who did stuff without being asked to.
Alicia was ironing one of Myra's shirts as Myra came in.
"What the hell are you doing with my stuff?" Myra asked harshly as she came into their room.
Alicia smiled warmly and held the hot iron up. "Your shirt was wrinkled, so I thought I'd help smooth it out."

(What shall Myra say or/and do?)
 
"Well maybe I like my shirts wrinkly! And for god's sake quit trying to by my mother!" Myra stormed angrily. She walked into her room and slammed the door, making the walls ring angrily. Myra turned to her sterio and blarred some scremo music so Alicia couldn't hear her. Myra opened her window slightly and climbed out, dropping a floor to the ground below with a thud. She snuck off to a off campus appartment that was slightly "dangerous". She walked around one of the allies and leaned against the building, waiting.
 
Marcus went around, turning on all the lights in the house. He locked all the doors and windows. He then locked the basement door and checked under all the tables and couches. He didn't want someone to be caught sneaking around in HIS house. He grabbed a flashlight and a bag of food. He slowly made his way to his room, listening for any odd sounds. He slowly creaked the door open to his room and flicked the light on.
 
SaffronRose said:
Marcus went around, turning on all the lights in the house. He locked all the doors and windows. He then locked the basement door and checked under all the tables and couches. He didn't want someone to be caught sneaking around in HIS house. He grabbed a flashlight and a bag of food. He slowly made his way to his room, listening for any odd sounds. He slowly creaked the door open to his room and flicked the light on.
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Marcus sighed as he saw nobody in his room.
Suddenly, steam started to come out from under his bed.
"What the..?" stated Marcus before suddenly two clawed arms came out from under the bed.
Marcus screamed and turned to run when he saw his Dad in his bedroom doorway.
"Dad?" he asked.
"WHY CAN'T YOU DO WHAT YOU WERE TOLD??" enraged his father.
"Dad, please, I didn't..."
Marcus's father started coming towards him, Marcus brandished his baseball bat, backing away slightly.
"YOUR MOTHER IS VERY DISAPOINTED IN YOU, MARCUS," stated his father.
"But, Mum's dead," gulped Marcus.
"YES, I KNOW," stated his father darkly.
Marcus heard the chuckling behind him. He turned and saw the darkened figure come out from under his bed.
"Ten years, Marcus, ten years ago you watched me die. And now, I have returned to come for you, my son," stated the dark figure, who came into the light.
Marcus screamed, seeing the rotting corpse of his mother standing before him.
"Why didn't you help me?" she shrieked.
"Mum, I didn't know!" shouted Marcus, crying. He swung the bat, but it just lodged into his mother's side.
"Come to mummy," hissed Marcus's zombie mother, embracing Marcus who screamed as he was dragged under the bed.
Marcus was heard no more, the steam cleared and Marcus's father just switched off the light and closed the door....

The End.
 
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Elvess Saralina said:
"Well maybe I like my shirts wrinkly! And for god's sake quit trying to by my mother!" Myra stormed angrily. She walked into her room and slammed the door, making the walls ring angrily. Myra turned to her sterio and blarred some scremo music so Alicia couldn't hear her. Myra opened her window slightly and climbed out, dropping a floor to the ground below with a thud. She snuck off to a off campus appartment that was slightly "dangerous". She walked around one of the allies and leaned against the building, waiting.
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OOC: lol, and you are next, Myra...

Myra waited in the alley. She hated the wait, but it was needed.
Suddenly, she heard someone coming up the alleyway.
'About time,' she thought.
As the person came round the corner, Myra was shocked to see it was Alicia.
"So, this is where you hang out? In a dirty alleyway?"
Alicia was smiling that sweet smile of hers.
"Alicia! How in god's name did you get here?" asked Myra with venom.
"I saw you sneaking out. So, I decided to follow you," stated Alicia happily. "You know, we could get in trouble for this, breaking curfew."
"Oh, to hell with the curfew!" stated Myra, crossing her arms. "You could always go back, you know. I'm busy, so get lost."
Myra did not really mean it, she was glad of the company, even if it was Alicia.
"Fine, but don't expect me to ignore this again," Alicia stated and walked away, her heels clip-clopping up the alleyway until they were heard no more.
Myra sighed, she was thankful Alicia was gone, but still, any company was better then being alone.
'Oh, get a grip, Myra,' she thought to herself.
(shall she go back to the dorm or stay?)
 
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