Big City Nights (Horror Urban Roleplay) [EX]
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				Title: <strong>Big City Nights (Horror Urban Roleplay) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 15:15:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs28/i/2011/069/f/b/gang_city_by_radoxist-d1ena7l.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Noir City, the place where dreams come to die.&nbsp; Some cities seem dark and dirty, but there's one city where it seems to be night all the time.&nbsp; A constant backdrop of screams and gunfire pierce the darkness constantly, with the occasional sound of sirens when the police decide to get involved or one of the overworked ambulances gets around to responding.&nbsp; The streets are dirty with grime, trash, various mingling liquids and stuff that is best left to the imaginings of others.&nbsp; This is not a nice place.<br><br>The meat markets team with people, buying meat from animals they recognized and some desperately buying unmarked meat and trying not to think too much about what they were eating.&nbsp; Clinics are overrun with the poor, most looking close to death, knowing that the doctors will only bring pain and suffering, shedding their rags and revealing bodies covered in sores and infections.&nbsp; The casinos are nearly the exact opposite, with people running to them with what little money they had, desperate to gamble for a possibly better future and only leaving when they're thrown to the streets without a penny to their names.<br><br>The few cars that drive by are driven by gangs, each car filled with men dressed from jeans and wife-beaters and bandannas to sharp black suits and dark sunglasses.&nbsp; Occasionally they will stop to openly sell drugs or shoot a standing target of the gang.&nbsp; They also stop by each lamppost, manned by at least one prostitute at each corner trying to sell their bodies.&nbsp; Most of the prostitutes have visible bruises, used for whatever turned their clients on.&nbsp; That's why many disappeared, but with no other way to live, they continue to take their chances.&nbsp; They must lift their tops and drop their panties to make sure they're not hiding money from the gang shakedown, humiliated but knowing that death is the only option.<br><br>Roaming the industrial sector is the tribals, cannibals who dress in whatever rags they can.&nbsp; Preying on anyone they come across, their territory is often marked by human skulls burned clean of flesh.&nbsp; Near their territory is a set of apartments known as Saint's Alley, with the residents being known simply as Angels.&nbsp; The Angels often buy off their safety from the tribals by selling off the nude girls who come desperate for safety.&nbsp; The others must clean and serve the Angels until they ask to leave, handed their clothes and most of their items save for one, missing because the Angels take it as payment.&nbsp; If the girl protests, they often have something from their body taken instead.<br><br>And in the middle of all this is the Black Lotus Gang, headed by Naomi.&nbsp; She is often one of the first to welcome outsiders to the city, letting them know just what to expect in this insane city.&nbsp; The pretty Japanese girl has black hair ending in pink tips.&nbsp; She wears a fishnet top with a black leather dress over that, fishnet stockings ending in black leather boots.&nbsp; And of course, she never goes anywhere without a 9mm pistol and two men in black suits.&nbsp; She owns her own row, three blocks of apartments and shops and even a garage.&nbsp; As one of the few garages that won't strip a car clean, she's often one of the few places people go.&nbsp; They'll pay a fortune, but they can count on getting the car back in one piece.</span><br><br><strong>Handy Links<br>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121980.0)<br>Interest Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121426.0)</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Big City Nights (Horror Urban Roleplay) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarissaSeraphOfInsanity</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 02:56:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Madison Hart</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/2178777198_712025f687.jpg)</div><br>"P-Please! No more!" cried the whimpering blonde girl, her figure hunched forward and held up only by the restraints that kept her in her chair. In an instant her body grew rigid and tense before she threw her head back to scream in agony, her torso writhing about frantically as a pale liquid trickled through an intravenous drip into her arm. "No! No! NO!" the writhing figure screamed, almost instinctively as the agony stopped her mind from forming any other words or coherent thoughts. It took a few moments for the thrashing to stop and the girl to slump forward weakly, her tangled blonde locks falling forwards to hide her features. A weak sobbing sound echoed throughout the room while rivers of sweat dripped down along her hair, leaving it thoroughly saturated.<br><br>Slowly a black gloved hand reached out to tilt the girl's head up to face her, the figure staring down from behind cold, grey eyes. Gazing at the young girl for a moment, the figure slowly reached out with another leather gloved hand, dabbing at her forehead with a cool, damp cloth. "W-why are you doing this?" the girl finally whimpered, her voice trembling and weak. Those grey eyes seemed to contemplate for a moment, staring at her with cold detachment before she replied "You're awfully young to be an Angel. Why do you do it?" The young girl's brow crinkled in confusion at the question, before she finally stammered out "I-It keeps me alive." Slowly she looked up at her with soft, pleading eyes. "Please, I want to live! I-I'll do anything."<br><br>The grey eyed girl scowled with disgust before pressing her finger down on the plunger of a syringe, sending another stream of liquid flowing through an intravenous drip. "You see? That's the problem with your kind," she said, her tone electric with hatred and anger. "All you care about is yourselves. Not the people you claim to "protect"." Leaning in close to whisper in the girl's ear she added "And certainly not my sister." A tiny gasp of shock escaped the girl's lips, her eyes going wide for a brief second as the liquid reached her heart, before slowly fluttering shut. As the girl's body slumped forwards those grey eyes seemed to soften for a moment. She had made the girl's death as quick and painless as possible; one final act of mercy granted only because of her youth. <br><br>Slowly the gloved figure started to undo the restraints holding the girl's body in the chair, hefting her up to throw her on a small gurney. Dragging the gurney upstairs and out a sidedoor, the woman started to wheel the body towards the meat market. The trip wasn't a long one and soon she brought the gurney to a stop at the back entrance to one of the butchers. Knocking on the thick, steel door she waited until the door opened and a grubby figure poked his head out, a grin spreading across his face to reveal a row of yellow teeth. "Ah, Maddy. You've brought me a fresh one I see."
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