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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 14, 2012 16:44:07 GMT -8
"Mister Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen..." It's the dead of winter, the coldest spell the town of Sevrina has seen for twenty full years. Snow cakes the ground and every surface is covered in a thin layer of ice. Despite this, the roads are still open, and public transportation still running. Sevrina's residents are hardy folks, after all. "Give him two lips, like roses in clover- and tell him that his lonesome nights are over!" A city bus, full of passengers, is making the last rounds of the day- a late shift, close to nine o'clock. People need to make it to and from everywhere, after all, at all times of the night. It's tuned to a Golden Oldies station, playing the big band, swing, doo-wop, and rock and roll of yesteryear. "Sandman, I'm so alone, don't have nobody to call my own. So please turn on your magic beam- Mister Sandman bring me a dream!" The bus takes an unexpected swerve as the salt on the roads gives out. The driver tries to keep the course, but is unable to do such. "Mister Sandman, bring me a dream, make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him the word that I'm not a rover, and tell him that his lonesome nights are over!" It collides with a local building. Sparks fly, the windows shatter, and debris from both the bus and the building scatter as far as a block away.
"Sandman, I'm so alone, don't have nobody to call my own. So please turn on your magic beam, Mister Sandman, bring me a dream!" [/right] Nobody screams. It is dead silent... or almost. The only sound heard is a haunting melody from the radio, fully intact and continuing playing 'Mister Sandman.' Did they die, in a hopeless, fiery, tragic death, unaware and doomed to haunt the grounds forever? Not in the slightest. "...Give him a pair of eyes with a 'Come Hither' gleam..." The people find themselves outside of the wreck, watching it vicariously. They are unable to say how they got out... but each say they can see a man.
He is tall. Dressed in a dark suit and tie.
He is staring at them through the flames.
He is watching them.
Watching them... without a face.
"Give him a lonely heart, like Pagliacci... and lots of wavy hair like Liberace!" It is five years after the incident now. Everyone involved has had their life go completely down the drain from the incident. Terrified and seeking reassurance of what they saw, each found it acceptable to open, and answer, a mysterious letter they got in the mail... "Town of the Bell, a town of a gal in a gown.
Your time is short, coming is a horror of the unholy sort.
A Snappy Dresser With a Rounded Face.
A guest from Hell, he is one sinister mister.
You cannot flee, for he shall be faster no matter your pace.
So if you feel a creeper gazing at you, make your time useful.
The deeper you go, the worse he is.
So heed this rhyme, town of the gal and the bell, you shall meet a swift demise.
-A Man Known as Dime" Unbeknownst to them, everyone getting the letter- not just them, but friends and family as well- are all being pulled together by red strings of fate... Our story? It begins a week after the letters. A morning after a party they all can recall going to, but none can recall why or how. They are all together, in a place strange... but familiar, in an odd way... A town in the dead of winter.
A town of black and white.
A town with a bell.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 14, 2012 16:50:15 GMT -8
This is an RP made by Alastor and myself. C: We are both big fans of Slenderman and decided, well, why the hell not? This is, in general, a Creepypasta story, so expect some freaky shit. We're horror buffs, after all.
Alastor wrote that lovely poetic letter in the middle of the page. And 'Mister Sandman' is by The Chordettes, so that goes to them and all.
Next post for characters...
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 14, 2012 16:54:47 GMT -8
OKAY SO dat bio. NAME: Just like always. First, second, last. Or just first and last. Nicknames go here too, 'course. AGE: Any is fine but realize, we're looking for people who can at the very least hold their own ground. So go with... 16+ at the very least. APPEARANCE: Description, tektek, IRL picture, anime picture, drawing, WHATEVER YOU WANT. Just roll with it. FEARS: Yes, fears are a big part of this bio. That's because fears are definitely something to play off of in this setting. PLEASE GIVE ALL CHARACTERS 3+. Thanks, yo~ BIO: 2+ sentences, should include why they're here- are they related to somebody from the accident? Were they going to their best friend's house for the night during it? Were they the driver? Whatever it is, put it in here. NAME: Leonard "Zero" Guy
AGE: 23
APPEARANCE: A tall young man, tanned, with a gently chiselled jawline and a large nose that offsets his face. He wears a pair of large glasses, mostly as he can't see without them. He has dark blonde hair, nearly brown, that's messy and slightly spiky. He wakes up in short white pants with laced-up boots, a black shirt, and a white vest with matches hidden in the inside pocket.
FEARS: Darkness, cages/bondage in general really, the supernatural, harm (real or percieved) coming to his family, losing what he actually has.
BIO: Zero was born to a frazzled young mother, the older of two children by twelve years. His mother was often working or doing other things like that, trying to keep their house and keep the two kids fine and dandy and fed. He grew up going to school and being bullied often, for no real surefire reason to his mind- it seemed as if he were just a loner. This only strengthened as he entered highschool, gaining the name 'Lone Wolf' which stuck for about a week and finally resting on 'Zero', which stuck even now. At the age of fifteen, he got a job to help his mother, working at a nearby factory. This, however, ended shortly after the accident, in which he was on his way to the graveyard shift. He was fired promptly after for missing work, and left hoem shortly after that as well, with his little sister, as a drifter, trying to find closure in this world, as well as a job and a home. They eventually found a place, staying with a nice family while he got a job before he and his sister could move into a small apartment. He's been using her as a sort of stress relief ball, to keep his mind off of the world and especially the tall man he's seen everywhere before the party...
NAME: Daphne Digne
AGE: Just barely 18
APPEARANCE: Daphne has short, curly brown hair, amidst pudgy features, on an average-height body. She's got big brown eyes with a plethora of eyelashes, and pierced ears. She wakes up wearing a short white dress, a black fur jacket, and black pants underneath the dress top, as well as white boots with wheels that can pop out.
FEARS: Large animals of all types (bears, wolves, sharks, etc.), serial killers, being stuck in bad situations, starving, dying, falling, and, worst of all, flying.
BIO: Daphne's parents abandoned her shortly after birth, leaving her at the doorstep of a church. She was taken in by the young new minister, who graciously accepted her into his family as his only child. She grew up in a loving home with him, his wife, and their parents, and was given a great education. She adored all things having to do with fairytales, stories, nursery rhymes, and such, growing up with an extensive imagination that her family thought she'd cultivate. Then came the wreck- it happened when she was headed for her grandparents' house for the holidays. Ever since then she's been much more antisocial, and her writing has turned from the happy fairytales to about her fears. At the age of sixteen, three years after the wreck, she got into her first roller derby- an attempt to get out her anger, stress, fear, and depression. Luckily for her, it worked. These past few years have been a lot better for her, with going to the rink every day after school. Then there was this party, and waking up...
NAME: A Man Known as Dime
AGE: Unknown, presumed to be in his later twenties or beyond.
APPEARANCE: Doesn't physically appear in the game.
FEARS: Although though Dime likely won't physically appear beyond the rhymes he sends the party, his timely letters (and occasional photos) spell out some of the fears he has: An eery photo of a smiling dog that ended up in his possession at one point, a crate of tapes (featuring a puppet show from the 70s, bootlegs of a cancelled Nick Jr. show featuring an apple protagonist, a bootleg of an unreleased Walt Disney short and a CD-R disc covered in yellow sharpie with the words 'LOST SIMPSONS' on it), and... Cleverbot.
BIO: Dime is a snapper, keeper of these tales forever. Rumors say he used to be a normal man, but was taken by The Faceless One and brainwashed... but escaped, and devoted the rest of his demented life to helping others being stalked by him. He's spent countless hours searching for tales like the Slender Suit, leading to him knowing quite a bit about the events ongoing in the world.
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Post by Alastor on Jul 14, 2012 17:29:17 GMT -8
NAME: A Man Known as Dime
AGE: Unknown, presumed to be in his later twenties or beyond.
APPEARANCE: Doesn't physically appear in the game.
FEARS: Although though Dime likely won't physically appear beyond the rhymes he sends the party, his timely letters (and occasional photos) spell out some of the fears he has: An eery photo of a smiling dog that ended up in his possession at one point, a crate of tapes (featuring a puppet show from the 70s, bootlegs of a cancelled Nick Jr. show featuring an apple protagonist, a bootleg of an unreleased Walt Disney short and a CD-R disc covered in yellow sharpie with the words 'LOST SIMPSONS' on it), and... Cleverbot.
BIO: Dime is a snapper, keeper of these tales forever. Rumors say he used to be a normal man, but was taken by The Faceless One and brainwashed... but escaped, and devoted the rest of his demented life to helping others being stalked by him. He's spent countless hours searching for tales like the Slender Suit, leading to him knowing quite a bit about the events ongoing in the world.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 15, 2012 11:02:03 GMT -8
Bumpin', yo.
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