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Post by TERRANCE LUKAS ROSENBURG on Dec 28, 2010 8:31:52 GMT
 TERRANCElukasROSENBURG----------------------------- Terrance played with the one knife he managed to snag from the idiot staff. God they were fucking stupid. He twirled it around in his fingers, brown eyes watching the blade as though it had mesmorized him. In a way, you could say it did. Terrance loved his knives. He loved them more than anything else, except Analiese. The thought of his beloved sister caused anger to flash through him, and the knife was thrown at the wall, the blade digging into the plaster easily. "Fuck you!" He yelled aloud, though there was no one there to hear him. He was in his room - well, the room he shared with seven others. One scared the living shit out of him, which was hard to do.
Where they all were, Terrance couldn't give a flying fuck. They weren't there, that's all that mattered. Not there to keep him company. Not there for him to torture. It was so stupid. They either weren't there, or they were all together. Annoying. As. Shit. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd cut someone, heard their screams. Okay, it was about a month ago, before he got admitted into this stupid place. He wondered if Analiese knew how horrible he felt. If she did, she wouldn't keep him there. Analiese was too nice to that. Even if he deserved to be stuck in this hellhole.
Boredom is what made the homicidal male get off the uncomfortable bed, stride lazily to the wall, and yank the gorgeous knife from the plaster. There was a large hole, but Terrance didn't care. When did the man ever care? It wasn't as if the staff in this idiotic, boring place ever even bothered to check the rooms. For all they knew, someone could be dead under the beds. They were lazy, ignorant, and so easily manipulated. Then again, when you were Terrance, nearly everyone was easily manipulated. In his deep brown eyes, not a soul was as smart, as amazing, as deadly as himself. Over-confident and cruel were just two of the words that described him - and these words were nice.
He looked at the knife, drawing the blade over his finger, wincing as it cut into his skin. Terrance cursed and quickly put the weapon away, holding his finger. Pain was definitely a weakness. As crazy as it was, Terrance hated pain. Oh, he could certainly dish it out. He could certainly cause pain to anyone else. But when he himself was in pain, it was the end of the world. Of course, the cut was minor, and soon, Terrance just licked the wound. He needed a victim. His thoughts traveled to the likely places that one might be at, and he thought of it. The basement. Kids were always there. Taking drugs, having sex, or just... crazing out. He was certain he'd find someone to attack there.
Dressing in his usual attire, Terrance left the dorms. He was in no big hurry, but had forgotten his jacket. It didn't matter. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was enough to keep him warm. Adrenaline, beacuse his body was already so used to the feeling of cutting someone open. The knife was in his jeans pocket, practically burning a hole. Terrance almost giggled with delight as he thought about it. Almost. He didn't giggle. Instead, his face remained stoic, emotionless, as he walked calmly to the basement. Quietly, he walked down, shutting the door behind him. He locked it, hiding the key in his other pocket. The key had been stolen some time ago, when Terrance was first admitted into the asylum. He figured he'd need it. Looks like Terrance's brains once again ruled.
Actions. Thoughts. "Speach."
----------------------------- WORD COUNT ?? 614
OUTFIT ?? Click
TAGGED ?? Lexi, Ethan, Zee
STATUS ?? Finito
NOTES ?? I was listening to Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" while writing this x.x ROFL!
CREDIT ?? This lovely template was made by yours truly, Syllvie (on proboards) aka daidai of Caution 2.0. These amazing lyrics are from Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. If you steal this template, I will personally send my amazingly crazy Terrance to skin you alive with a butter knife. ^^ Love you! <3
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Post by LEXI ROSE MCDANIELS on Dec 28, 2010 9:02:27 GMT
Back and forth, back and forth, that's all Lexi could do in her room. She was craving to snort some coke, but her creepy roommate was still in the room, and the bitch was staring at her. She was going to go crazy in this place, which Lexi found ironic. How many places that were suppose to cure people who were crazy made said people actually crazy? Biting down on her lower lip, she finally decided that she was going to the basement, she needed her coke and she needed it now.
Robert, her ex, thats who got her into cocaine, they snorted and then Robert would beat the shit out of her. Lexi didn't understand why she stayed with him, or why she didn't tell anyone about all the abuse although she did know that she just wanted to make her father and mother happy. They were so happy when they found out that they were going steady, and in turn that made Lexi happy. What they didn't know was all the verbal and physical abuse she suffered by staying with him because it was what made them happy. She could still remember the feeling of his rough hands on her neck pushing her against the wall, and the smell of his breath as he brought his face close to her's and called her a fat whore. But cocaine, sometimes that made it better, that was the good that came from Robert, that numbing drug.
Quickly, Lexi stuffed her feet in her cowboy boots, threw on her purse, and was headed out of the dorm. Of course her creepy roommate followed to the door, but thank goodness she didn't follow her. Biting her bottom lip again, Lexi racked her brain for where she remembered the basement door was. Boot clad feet clicked down corridor after corridor until finally, Lexi knew where she was going. After another five minutes of walking, she found the door that she remembered as the entrance to the basement. Small hand clasped around the door knob, she twisted and pushed it open, pushed it open to her sweet release.
The stairway was dark, and as Lexi descended the staircase, she clung to the banister, afraid of following. Finally Lexi reached the landing of the stairs and leaned against the wall as she reached into her purse looking for her lighter. Finally her trembling hands reached the familiar feeling plastic and she pulled it out of her bag and flipped the lighter on, looking around trying to find a place to set up to snort her cocaine.
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Post by TERRANCE LUKAS ROSENBURG on Dec 28, 2010 9:31:06 GMT
TERRANCElukasROSENBURG ----------------------------- The stench of the basement tickled his nose, but he somehow managed to keep from sneezing. The room was dimly lit with a single lamp, though it was enough. The druggies that came in didn't really need light. They usually carried lighters. And if they didn't, well, that one lamp provided enough light for them. Terrance's eyes slowly adjusted to the low lighting, and he again looked around the room. The first thing he saw was left-over cans and bottles that were left on the counters, probably from the potheads. On the floors, needles were scattered, which somewhat frightened Terrance. Getting stabbed by one of those would not be fun.
And he knew. Last time he was in a crazy house, they'd given him morphine after he got into a fight with another inmate and had gotten his leg stabbed. Ugh. Needles. He shuddered at the thought, finding it hard to believe that people actually did that for their lives. Creeps. They were evern more fucked up than himself. After looking around, he noticed a pink-haired girl rummaging around. Looking for what? Terrance couldn't care less. He turned and made sure the door was locked. With a smirk, he banged his fist against the door, then backed up. He forced his eyes to go wide and fill with fear. His act. "Shit! I locked it!" He hissed, kicking the door.
With a sigh, he turned around, his eyes looking desperate. More acting. He needed this girl to feel comfortable around him. Or, at the very least, not be so frightened that he would have to chase her down. What a bitch that would be. Terrance hated running. He hated anything that caused his muscles to ache, though he did make sure he worked out enough to keep his muscles firm. He was leader, after all, of his clique. It would be a shame if someone could out-wit him or kick his ass. Everything always had to be perfect. Perhaps that was his OCD talking. Just like this entire messy room was making him pissed and wanting to clean it. Messes pissed him off, too. Well, sometimes. As long as they got cleaned up, it was all good.
His dark brown eyes looked to the girl, and he slowly descended the steps in an attempt not to scare her, as well as not get himself jabbed by the needles. He bit his ring-clad lip, gulping, and looking at her sheepishly. A hand was run through his hair, showing her that he was nervous. "Um, I'm sorry to bother you..." Lie number one. "I... well, I'm sort of clumsy..." Lie number two. "I, er, accidently locked the door..." Lie number three. Damn, he was on a roll. He was so smart, so smooth. Lies were so easy to tell. "D-do you think you could, well, help me?" Terrance gulped, licking his lips, showing obvious signs that he was nervous. Even though he wasn't.
Actions. Thoughts. "Speach."
----------------------------- WORD COUNT ?? 488
OUTFIT ?? Click
TAGGED ?? Lexi, Ethan, Zee
STATUS ?? Finito
NOTES ?? I was listening to Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" while writing this x.x ROFL!
CREDIT ?? This lovely template was made by yours truly, Syllvie (on proboards) aka daidai of Caution 2.0. These amazing lyrics are from Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. If you steal this template, I will personally send my amazingly crazy Terrance to skin you alive with a butter knife. ^^ Love you! <3
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Post by LEXI ROSE MCDANIELS on Dec 29, 2010 7:48:06 GMT
The basement always had a foul smell that made her nose wrinkle in disgust, however, Lexi endured it because 1.) the basement was quiet, 2.) she could be alone 3.) the guards didn't go down there and 4.) it just felt like the right place to snort or wonderful, magical, numbing white powder that was more commonly known as cocaine to other people. After her hand found the comforting plastic of her lighter she pulled it out, and flicked it on. Holding the lighter up, she looked around, taking the whole basement in. Finally, her eyes found a few candles and she stumbled over to them. With another flick, Lexi lit the candles and she took a deep breath, she was about to get her hit. Just thinking about the fact that she was a few seconds from getting her hit made her heart race, and her excitement peaked.
Hands trembled once again as she reached into her bag and began to search for her silver cigarette case. Soon her fingers touched the cold metal and she withdrew the case. Lexi placed her back against the wall and slid down it until she was sitting. Familiar fingers found the clasp of the case and she slowly opened it revealing cigarettes, and joints on one side and on the other side, a few baggies filled with white powder in front of a credit card and a pink peice of paper.
"Shit! I locked it," however jolted her from her task at hand, and her clumsy hands dropped the case. Thank god for the straps that kept everything in place though. Lexi looked toward the door, worry filling her eyes, and then she quickly picked the case up from the ground, closed it and threw it back into her bag. Quickly Lexi scampered to her feet trying to decide if she should hide or face whoever it was. Out of habit she bit her lip hard, thus causing it to start bleeding a bit. Her fingers slowly made their way to her mouth and she tried to stop the bleeding. Lexi grabbed her lighter and flicked the switch again and held the light up to the stairway looking up, her eyes taking in a boyish figure, definitely not a guard thank god. Taking a deep breath she decided to wait to see if the boy got it unlocked or asked for her help again.
Watching him intently, she waited for his next move, which ended up being him turning around to face her and she was greeted by a boys face putting her ease that it was not a guard. Smiling she watched him as he slowly descended the stairs and waited for him to speak. "You locked the door? How? I didn't even know that the door locked from the outside. Oh god." Lexi began to panic. She couldn't be locked in here, not with this person she didn't know, she began to get scared. Quickly, she ascended the stairs and tried to work the door knob, however it was no use. They were locked in. Slowly, she looked toward the boy, a look of fear in her eyes. " What are we going to do?"
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Post by TERRANCE LUKAS ROSENBURG on Dec 29, 2010 8:46:35 GMT
TERRANCElukasROSENBURG ----------------------------- SYLLVIE COMPLETELY FUCKED THIS UP, I'M SOOO SORRY! D: You can read what Terrance basically did in Lexi's post... Sorry guys T_T
Actions. Thoughts. "Speach."
----------------------------- WORD COUNT ?? 435
OUTFIT ?? Click
TAGGED ?? Lexi, Ethan, Zee
STATUS ?? Finito
NOTES ?? After you post, we can get Ethan in. Then we post Terrance's responce, then of course Lexi, and then we can get Flea in. UNLESS you want Lexi to actually get hurt, then we'll do Terrance, Lexi again, and then Ethan can come it. What do you think?
CREDIT ?? This lovely template was made by yours truly, Syllvie (on proboards) aka daidai of Caution 2.0. These amazing lyrics are from Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. If you steal this template, I will personally send my amazingly crazy Terrance to skin you alive with a butter knife. ^^ Love you! <3
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Post by LEXI ROSE MCDANIELS on Dec 29, 2010 21:30:16 GMT
The sudden realization that she was stuck in here began to hit her harder, and she became more fearful. What were they going to do? How were they going to explain this? Lexi shivered lightly as the endless questions ran and played through her mind making her even more worried then before. Looking up, Lexi looked into the eyes of the boy looking for kindness, for a sign that he wasn't going to hurt her, but it was hard to tell. Lexi couldn't read this boy. Biting her lip once again, Lexi began to rub her arms as a shiver hit her. The shiver was different though, it wasn't one of being cold or even worry, Lexi was scared and she didn't know why. This boy hadn't given her any reason to be scared of him, in fact he had been nice so far.
A hand reached and ran through her hair and she looked down at her feet becoming increasingly more worried. Then she felt eyes on her and she looked up quickly meeting the boys gaze, watching him play with his lip ring. A blush began to flood her cheeks and she looked down again, people staring at her always made her feel nervous and self-concious. "Well first, we need to calm down." Lexi looked back up at him and shook her head in agreement. Then taking a deep breath she let him take her arm and lead her down the stairs, looking over every once in awhile to read his expression. However, the expression that the boy's face held was unreadable, and that scared Lexi. She needed to know what his motives were, what his thoughts were, so she knew he wasn't going to hurt her.
Finally they were at the landing of the stairs and he led her to sit down in a chair, a bit forcefully, but she brushed it off. She leaned back and closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths, so she didn't notice the boy rummaging around for ropes. However, soon she felt him quickly wrapping ropes around her chest. Eyes snapping open, she looked up at him in fear, and quickly tried to whither out of the already tied ropes, but it really was no use, he had already gotten to her hands, and was now working on her legs. Soon Lexi began to scream, she couldn't go through this again. "Not again, please not again," she repeated in a small whisper. Then the boy showed her the key to the basement and then told her that they were going to be there for awhile.
Tears began to stream down Lexi's face, and she looked at him with pleading eyes until he turned to start taking out his knives. Once her eyes saw the knives though, a new wave of panic set in. Lexi began to scream, terrified and tears ran down her face at an even faster pace. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone, i promise i won't, just please, i can't go through this again, please no," she whispered to him, her words coming out panicked, and her eyes looking at him pleading. Lexi was terrified, and she felt as if she was about to have a panic attack, she didn't know what to do, she really couldn't do anything, she was tied to the chair, at this crazy boy's mercy.
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Post by TERRANCE LUKAS ROSENBURG on Dec 30, 2010 4:49:46 GMT
TERRANCElukasROSENBURG ----------------------------- His eyes watched her. She was so so trusting, so willing to cling to someone who was clearly a cruel person. What the hell was wrong with her? She was an idiot. Her idiocy went further as she closed her eyes after he'd forced her to sit. Ah, so many mistakes she had made. And once Terrance had her tied down, it was even worse. She didn't scream, though, and this caused Terrance to frown slightly. Pursing his lips, he picked up the smaller of the knives, bringing it over to her. "Come on, now, baby. No whimpering." He cooed gently, his voice soft, despite the cruel acts he had planning in his head.
Just thinking about everything brought a wave of excitement, and he shuddered slightly, grinning at the girl with a twisted smile. Her fear excited him even more. He couldn't help but get impatient. He wanted to kill her then and there. Slowly, yes, but not drag it out for more than a day. Terrance usually kept his victims alive for three or more days. Sometimes, he'd leave them alone for one day, just to see what they could do, to see if they could get themselves out. Even if they managed to get out of the binding he had them in, it was doubtful they'd get out of whatever dark hole he had them in. Of course, it would be pretty difficult to keep this girl here, considering people often came into the basement. But, he could just leave the door locked. That was probably easiest.
Terrance examined the knife he held. It was small, but the blade was clean and sharp, the way all his blades were kept. Having a slight case of OCD, Terrance couldn't stand anything to be messy. All his knives were in perfect order, from larges to smallest, always closed, always cleaned. They looked so magnificent, that it was nearly impossible to tell that Terrance made a life using them to cut through people. Cutting people was the only thing messy about Terrance. That was the only time he really let loose and forgot about cleanliness. Still, the police had never found him. He was smart. He didn't leave any sort of evidence behind that it was ever him. It wasn't the police that had found out and sent Terrance to this place. It was his beloved Analiese, his sister. She'd known since they moved to Europe, but she dealt with it. Terrance supposed she just got tired of it after a while.
He brought the knife to the girl, very carefully gliding the sharp edge up her arm from her wrist, careful not to cut her. It wasn't time yet to cut her. She needed to be even more scared, to plead and cry and scream more. "See? It doesn't hurt." Terrance laughed slightly, his brown eyes watching the girl, looking into her emotions. He hoped she was terrified out of her mind. He wanted her to scream, to beg, to try and offer something in return for her life. He wanted to ask silly questions like "why her." Her whimpering that she wouldn't tell anyone was just a start. He couldn't wait to hear what else she had to say.
Actions. Thoughts. "Speach."
----------------------------- WORD COUNT ?? 538
OUTFIT ?? Click
TAGGED ?? Lexi, Ethan, Zee
STATUS ?? Finito
NOTES ?? After you post, we can get Ethan in. Then we post Terrance's responce, then of course Lexi, and then we can get Flea in. UNLESS you want Lexi to actually get hurt, then we'll do Terrance, Lexi again, and then Ethan can come it. What do you think?
CREDIT ?? This lovely template was made by yours truly, Syllvie (on proboards) aka daidai of Caution 2.0. These amazing lyrics are from Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. If you steal this template, I will personally send my amazingly crazy Terrance to skin you alive with a butter knife. ^^ Love you! <3
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