Thread: Graying Horizens ("It's RPG time! Oh snap!" RPG)

This is the RPG for the thred "It's RPG time! Oh snap!" If you want to join then go to the thred above or just PM me. Just to remind you here are the members:
1.mi is happy (call me mi) Charactor: Lee
2.Shinn Charactor: 56
3.Renos Babe Charactor: Wolf
4.Lynonidus Charactor: Jimmy
5.Charlie Eleanor Charactor: Snow
6.Faustling Charactor: Farrows

Moderators:
1.Mi
2.Shinn


If you have questions or comments just PM me and I can help you probibaly.

Also some of you haven't posted a Bio yet. You can't post with out a bio.

For those who want to join, but can't find the story in "It's RPG time! Oh snap!"(sorry, that place is messy..) I'll sumerize it here (it's just the basic outline and all...)

In the furter convicts are placed on a space station that is run compleatly by them. They have jobs on it, ext. On each prisoner there is a coller that controols their "violent" nature through pain via shock. Every few mounths men, aka "guards", come to check on them, bring supplies, bring new prisoners, and take away those who have searved their sentace. The prison guards are the collers.
Something imposible happens one day when an imate is murdered and mutilated. Muders contiue and the killer remains unknown.

Yah to get all of it you have to go to the other thred.....


Current Suspects: (PM me who you think did it)


New Rule Alert! Go to the other thred (It's RPG time! Oh snap!

The dark kitchen was cold around Gracie Evenes. She sighed as she scrubed the reminates of dinner off of a large baking pan. A movement behind her made her jump and turn towards the sorce.
"Helo Gracie," said a voice in the shadows calmly.
"Show yourself" she cried.
The stranger came out and had a violent look on their face. They raised a knife slowly and carfuly; leting the blade catch the light from the kitchen. Grace tried to scream, but it caught in her throut as the stranger stabed her in the neck with god-like speed. Clutching it she stumbled onto the tiled flore smering blood down the cabnets.
The murderor then crushed his crimson knife down upon her limbs and torso, mutalating and cuting Gracie's body. When it was in small peices they shoved it in to the frezzer were it would remain preserved for days untill it would be found....

I'll just go ahead and assume it's okay to start posting now. Feel free to correct me.

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Farrows observed. Since he was locked up almost three years ago that had been one of his main hobbies. Humanity was quite an interesting riddle. While a DNA-test might disagree Farrows wasn't part of them. Not really. They were barely evolved apes and he... was something quite different. Different indeed.

His hand rubbed against the collar. Oh, how he hated that collar. It had been four years since the last time he punished the unworthy. That was far too long. In theory it was so simple, just sharpen a knife enough and slice someone open. But then there were the collar. Then again, could it truly resist a brilliant mind with enough time on his hands? Hopefully not.

Turning his attention back to the book in front of him Farrow tried to let go of his thoughts. They were far too frustrating right now. And if nothing happened it would continue to be so for the rest of his life...

If only something happened, he pondered. Something other then the hideous routine.

56 was in the cell next to Farrows, laying on a lumpy mattress, his hands in behind his head. For no reason at all, he talked to himself. 56 was the most strange man; having no name and no sense of humour. He was quiet, but when he felt someone would benefit from a different view of things, he would talk to anyone that happened to be around him.

Now, the visions were starting all over again...

The blood spattered on the kitchen floor, the sound of sirens coming closer and closer, the screams of his wife, the sounds of the muffled voices.

He rested his head against the cold brick wall of his cell, and began to talk. "Farrows, are you there? I want to talk to you about something I did..."

Wolf looked around her cell, she could smell blood and it was starting to get to her, she was in the cell across from 56 and Farrow.

"Can neither of you smell that, it's putrid" she growled at the pair, she was sick of listening in to there idol chatter.

Lee was laying stationary on her cot. Her boddy was tenes. She heard the talk of the others. When she heard the words murder, blood, or anything else of the sort she would become tense. That was probibaly why she was in this god forsaking jail in the first place. It was her second day there and already something bad was happening. The others cold wispers sent knifes in to her brused hart. She nocked slowly and carfuly one the wall that was between her and 56's cell and said, "What's going on?"

56 heard a voice whispering from the cell next door. "About six months ago, I murdered my wife and her lover when I found she was cheating on me. I got sent here for one hundred years, fifty years for each of my victims. I know I might not survive here, so I have to live each day as if it is my last."

Wolf lent back against her cell wall, Gracie used to occupie that cell, one of the only people here who she liked. the others all got on her nerves.

56 had seen Wolf around the prison a lot, but he never talked to her. Now he had a chance to. "Wolf, I know I get on your nerves sometimes, but I'm really sure deep down you're a nice person, and I want to get to know that person better. Look, I'll back off if you don't want to talk to me."

Wonderful, Lee thought dully. I'm sorownded by muderors. She sank down into her pillow and slept.

Next morning.

Lee spent most of her time in the kitchen. The head chef was a large woman whom everyone called Butcher. They called her that because she butchered her husband and their 7 childeren. She then sold their prime cuts at her meat market. Other than that she was a dashing woman who cooked very well.
"Lee," said Butcher while skining potato's. "Can you be a darling, and check the frezer for some beef?"
Lee nodded and went quickly to the back room.

The frezer was a large walk-in one, often found in restuarants and food markets. Lee walked into find meat hanging on hooks and packaged foods. She walked to one slab of meat hanging on a hook. As she walked towards it she realized it was a human torso.
A shril scream was caught in her throught as she fainted in the crystaling container.

56 was sitting in the cafeteria, at his usual table, near the back, and beside a window, where he could view what was going on in the courtyard below... The food was taken to him by one of the guards, then he heard a scream from the freezer. 56 sprinted over, ran through the kitchen and slowly opened the door, and he found the new girl out cold on the floor.

Lee shivered as she came back to her senses. Someone was shacking her sholders. Some very hansome, in fact. She tried to get up, but found her body too weak from shock. She managed though to mutter thank you to her savior.
She would be in his debt. She would never rest untill she paid it off.

56 looked down at the girl, and smiled. "Come on, I'll take you back to your cell, so you can get some rest." He helped her up, and they walked back to her cell.

"If you continue to talk to me 56 i will kill you" Wolf growled across the cells, her collar shocking her instantly but she didn't let out a gasp, like hell she was going to show weakness in front of these losers.

Mr. mysterious helped Lee into her cell which was next to his. The moment he laid her gentaly on the cot she was asleep, dreaming about this man....