Post by fyreangel on Jan 19, 2009 18:57:19 GMT -4
(ooc:: umm damn twist man you make Fyre Angel seem like the sane one...lol but thats an awesome r/p dont know how to top that but I'll try)
::Insanity? Twister? isnt this the same guy who for some reason seems to think the entire world is afraid of him? pfft BITCH please. you're just a wackjob who needs to lay off the damn ridlin. *sighs* but what ever. I could hear footsteps echoing in the halls a dim light above me my back to the door on my right a toliet that looks as if it hasnt been cleaned in years and on my left a soiled matress the life of solitary confidment. I lean back into a standing bridge so that my back was arched and my raven black blood red streaked hair swept across the concrete floor wearing nothing but a pair of leggings and a sports bra my hands touching the cold concrete as I look to the camera my hazel colored eyes showing little to no emotion what so ever. A very twisted( no pun intended) schoolgirl giggle was heard. and a singsong voice::
"ring around the rosey a pocket full of dead posies ashes ashes twister's house burns down"
::That same dark giggle heard as I look into the camera the demonic giggle stops.::
"Oh twister, you anti social piece of work you, what makes you think that I'm actually afraid of you? Seriously you and the he man woman hater Lively are like..."
::I pause thinking about it before kicking my long legs up over my head backflipping into a standing position my blades laying at my feet.::
" a severe case of monglian Butt itch, you just never seem to go away no matter how much sauve one uses and I dont think the KY Jelly Lively uses for his male blowup dolls count either."
::I stop thinking about that for a minute then shake my head violently trying to rid myself of the mental image in my head. UGH that just made me want to gouch my eyes out with a platic spoork::
"twister, sweetie, you're hearing voices hon, see thats the difference between us the voice in your head are telling you to severely injure people my voices tell me to carve out their hearts like a thanksgiving day turkey. and you... well wont be no exception."
::I smirk retrieving my blade off the floor the dim light of the padded room boucing off the polished steel as I turn the blade over wrapping my hand around it the blood oozing through my clentched fingers the sadistic schoolgirl giggle heard the blood from my hand pooling on the concrete at my feet::
"You Twisted are not worthy of the dark club that is insanity until you've actually watch another person burn to death or watch them fall throught a thin sheet of ice knowing you're the lightest one crossing that same sheet of ice reaching your hand through the hole grabbing the person by the hair pulling them up watching them gasp for air before plunging their head back under holding it under."
::I smirk releasing the now blood soaked blade the clank of the metal hitting the floor laying in the blood pool my right hand now covered and smeared a twisted smirk crossing my lips my eyes closed as I imagine the entire scene my head tilted back::
" feeling that person struggle under your weight knowing that hypothermia is starting to kick in and not letting go until that person goes limp."
:: I open my eyes looking around almost forgetting I was locked in a padded solitary confindment cell only thing not padded being the floor. I smirk to myself the vision gone replaced by a red haze::
" You mentioned Trevor, how interesting, you see twist if it wasnt for trevor I wouldnt be here, but I'm pretty sure you knew that already right? Thought so. as far as tonight goes the only one thats going to be laying on their back and not in a sexual way either is you and if I'm feeling kind and meriful I wont drive my blades through your throat just to watch your blood pool under your limp body."
:: The cameraman now frightened reaches for the door realizing its locked as they drop the camera and it goes to static the only thing heard is that wednseday Addam-ish giggle::
::Insanity? Twister? isnt this the same guy who for some reason seems to think the entire world is afraid of him? pfft BITCH please. you're just a wackjob who needs to lay off the damn ridlin. *sighs* but what ever. I could hear footsteps echoing in the halls a dim light above me my back to the door on my right a toliet that looks as if it hasnt been cleaned in years and on my left a soiled matress the life of solitary confidment. I lean back into a standing bridge so that my back was arched and my raven black blood red streaked hair swept across the concrete floor wearing nothing but a pair of leggings and a sports bra my hands touching the cold concrete as I look to the camera my hazel colored eyes showing little to no emotion what so ever. A very twisted( no pun intended) schoolgirl giggle was heard. and a singsong voice::
"ring around the rosey a pocket full of dead posies ashes ashes twister's house burns down"
::That same dark giggle heard as I look into the camera the demonic giggle stops.::
"Oh twister, you anti social piece of work you, what makes you think that I'm actually afraid of you? Seriously you and the he man woman hater Lively are like..."
::I pause thinking about it before kicking my long legs up over my head backflipping into a standing position my blades laying at my feet.::
" a severe case of monglian Butt itch, you just never seem to go away no matter how much sauve one uses and I dont think the KY Jelly Lively uses for his male blowup dolls count either."
::I stop thinking about that for a minute then shake my head violently trying to rid myself of the mental image in my head. UGH that just made me want to gouch my eyes out with a platic spoork::
"twister, sweetie, you're hearing voices hon, see thats the difference between us the voice in your head are telling you to severely injure people my voices tell me to carve out their hearts like a thanksgiving day turkey. and you... well wont be no exception."
::I smirk retrieving my blade off the floor the dim light of the padded room boucing off the polished steel as I turn the blade over wrapping my hand around it the blood oozing through my clentched fingers the sadistic schoolgirl giggle heard the blood from my hand pooling on the concrete at my feet::
"You Twisted are not worthy of the dark club that is insanity until you've actually watch another person burn to death or watch them fall throught a thin sheet of ice knowing you're the lightest one crossing that same sheet of ice reaching your hand through the hole grabbing the person by the hair pulling them up watching them gasp for air before plunging their head back under holding it under."
::I smirk releasing the now blood soaked blade the clank of the metal hitting the floor laying in the blood pool my right hand now covered and smeared a twisted smirk crossing my lips my eyes closed as I imagine the entire scene my head tilted back::
" feeling that person struggle under your weight knowing that hypothermia is starting to kick in and not letting go until that person goes limp."
:: I open my eyes looking around almost forgetting I was locked in a padded solitary confindment cell only thing not padded being the floor. I smirk to myself the vision gone replaced by a red haze::
" You mentioned Trevor, how interesting, you see twist if it wasnt for trevor I wouldnt be here, but I'm pretty sure you knew that already right? Thought so. as far as tonight goes the only one thats going to be laying on their back and not in a sexual way either is you and if I'm feeling kind and meriful I wont drive my blades through your throat just to watch your blood pool under your limp body."
:: The cameraman now frightened reaches for the door realizing its locked as they drop the camera and it goes to static the only thing heard is that wednseday Addam-ish giggle::
