Post by Rated R on Jul 19, 2007 5:57:06 GMT -5
House Show 31 Roleplay: Entering the Fray
I am sitting there, In Roxy's flat, getting ready to hear what she has to say. Roxy's flat is very cold and is not exactly the most homely place in the world. I dont think she has been here long, everything looks pretty rushed, as if it was put together quickly, and that nobody has bothered making an effort to improve it. I turned up here about ten minutes ago, intent on finding out what she knew about the church fire. She told me that she knew I had started the fire, and she knew that I used to be a member of the Disciples, a satanist group intent on bringing Hell upon the world, what a life they have. She wants my help with getting rid of them, I just dont know why.
She starts talking, telling me her story.
She was young at the time, and it was summer, she tells me. She lived in the countryside, small animals, sunshine, a mixture of red and yellow, the light glinting of the grass due in the early morning, nice and cosy, not exactly my thing. She lived with her parents in a small house, in the middle of nowhere, she never had any idea why they lived so far away from the city, but she never really wondered. That was when it happened, when they came.
The Disciples. They destroyed her home. She awoke one night, outside her house. The Disciples did not care about her, if she was dead or alive, all they wanted was her parents taken care off. She watched, as her house erupted in red and yellow, the flames consumed the house. Fire never worries what it kills, who it hurts, fire just consumes everything it its path. Her parents dies, she never saw their corpses. The police said it was not suitable for a girl her age.
"It's simple" Roxy tells me, coming to the end of her story. She is fighting back tears, she does not want to look weak, but she is finding it very difficult. "I want revenge, for everything they did. And, I want to know why they did it"
How can I say no to the chance to reap carnage upon those who took my life away from me, who destroyed my family.
There really is only one answer.
I am sitting there, In Roxy's flat, getting ready to hear what she has to say. Roxy's flat is very cold and is not exactly the most homely place in the world. I dont think she has been here long, everything looks pretty rushed, as if it was put together quickly, and that nobody has bothered making an effort to improve it. I turned up here about ten minutes ago, intent on finding out what she knew about the church fire. She told me that she knew I had started the fire, and she knew that I used to be a member of the Disciples, a satanist group intent on bringing Hell upon the world, what a life they have. She wants my help with getting rid of them, I just dont know why.
She starts talking, telling me her story.
She was young at the time, and it was summer, she tells me. She lived in the countryside, small animals, sunshine, a mixture of red and yellow, the light glinting of the grass due in the early morning, nice and cosy, not exactly my thing. She lived with her parents in a small house, in the middle of nowhere, she never had any idea why they lived so far away from the city, but she never really wondered. That was when it happened, when they came.
The Disciples. They destroyed her home. She awoke one night, outside her house. The Disciples did not care about her, if she was dead or alive, all they wanted was her parents taken care off. She watched, as her house erupted in red and yellow, the flames consumed the house. Fire never worries what it kills, who it hurts, fire just consumes everything it its path. Her parents dies, she never saw their corpses. The police said it was not suitable for a girl her age.
"It's simple" Roxy tells me, coming to the end of her story. She is fighting back tears, she does not want to look weak, but she is finding it very difficult. "I want revenge, for everything they did. And, I want to know why they did it"
How can I say no to the chance to reap carnage upon those who took my life away from me, who destroyed my family.
There really is only one answer.
