Thanks for joining guys. Will probably start this afternoon/evening, but if you're not on and get confused just wall me to be filled in. CX
Thanks for joining! Եհҽ ցɾօմԹ օƒ ƒɾíҽղժՏ. Jess. Jake. Kirsten. Jack. Sasha. Nub. Hattie. Elizabeth. Ţђę Ģђǫşţş. Snow. Roxy. Jessabell. Marie. THΣ βΣΔSTS. Miya. (Changing name to Mia.) Nub. T̸h̸e̸ F̸i̸r̸e̸c̸r̸a̸c̸k̸e̸r̸s̸. Blake. Gina. Alisa.
c: Woo, lots of people! cx Aha, so anyways, now if you want to join you need to double as a different type too. Sorry!
(Remember it's fine to ignore the paragraph rule. Was originally meant for another app, so yeah. You can if you want though. :3 ) Եђє รєԵԵเภɠ D̸a̸y̸: Saturday. Day 1. T̸i̸m̸e̸: 9pm, though time isn't necessary in Hell. W̸h̸a̸t̸ y̸o̸u̸ c̸a̸n̸ s̸e̸e̸: Everything is dimly lit. There's cracks in the grey ground which are sealed by fire, and there are random patches of fire nearby. You can see a few grey rocks, a couple of bones on the floor, and what looks too be a cave. R̸e̸c̸e̸n̸t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸t̸s̸: It's been half an hour since you discovered what's going on. You've calmed down a little, and despite the surreal situation, you're trying to figure out what to do. Եհҽ ցհօՏԵՏ: You're watching the humans from a distance. You want to get close to them too possess them, but you don't want to scare them yet. Instead, you watch them and follow them in your 'invisible mode'. Եհҽ ƒíɾҽϲɾɑϲƘҽɾՏ: You're wandering around hell. Talking to each other a little and burning things. You live in the cave that was mentioned earlier, so a lot of you are there. Եհҽ БҽɑՏԵՏ: Doing what you do best. Hatching plans and eating the random bones off the floor that the enchanter gives you. You've seen the humans, but you want to make well thought out plans before trying anything. Եհҽ ҽղϲհɑղԵҽɾ: It would ruin the game to say where he is. He's watching... Always watching...
[My posts aren't always going to be this long, just as it's a starting post. It's okay if you just want to do a sentence, as after this post I won't post as much.] Jess ran a shaky hand through her silky hair, a nervous chuckle escaping her chapped lips. Her hazel eyes flicked around the dark area, biting down on her lower lip softly and wincing as her eyes landed on a patch of roaring fire. Shuddering a little, the girl turned back to face the group of friends. She noticed their scared expressions and flashed them a dazed smile, the situation feeling surreal still. Her mind drifted to what they'd been told through their earpieces, her fists naturally tightening. Taking a deep breath Jess tried to shrug off her paranoid thoughts and theories. "I guess we better find a place to stay," Jess said, trying to keep her voice calm before adding on, "T-the 'thing' did say we were here for a month..." Jess fell quiet. She didn't want to talk about being stuck in this mad house for any longer. She winced as her hands accidentally brushed against a gnawed bone, quickly returning then to the pockets of her town skinny jeans. How they were torn she had no clue, and didn't really want to think about... The beast known as Miya sat cross legged on a grey stone. She still had a physical human appearance despite being a beast, however she had basic emotions and had a few of her animals characteristics and appearance. She swished her rusty coloured tail, the white tip waving with the rest of the tail. Her black coloured cat ears pricked and her dark brown eyes narrowed. Miyas' sharp claws traced the scratches in the deformed stone, a twisted smirk playing on her lips. The creature sniffed the air with her button nose, her whiskers twitching as her back shot upright. 'Humans,' the beast thought, breathing in the delicious scent before reluctantly exhaling. Carefully, she stood up, stretching her miniature arms and legs. She flicked her messy long hair out of her face - it being the same colour of her tail - before slinking away into the darkened shadows. Blake absentmindedly gazed at the carpet of enchanting fire, his hands rthymicay twirling it around. It was a habit he found hard to brake. Returning his burn-less hands to the pockets of his tattered jeans, the firecracker stood up. His orange eyes flicked around the brightly lit room, a smile tugging on his lips as he saw the fire. He lived in a cave, but the cave had become more like a home. A home to him was of course a home to fire too. He nodded at a few other firecrackers, his blood red hair falling messily across his eyes. Blake couldn't help but let a small sigh escape his red slightly parted lips. He knew something wasn't right, and he had a feeling of unease about him. Wincing, he leant back against the wall of the cave; Blake stared at the fire, lost in thought. The Enchanter chuckled dryly, his fangs stained red yet the rest of him looking normal. He was unnaturally pale though, and the dark red eyes could be a little distracted, he thought. Letting a careless shrug take his shoulders, he tilted his body to face one of the may screens perched upon the wall. They were pretty much like CCTV. The Enchanter fiddled around with a few buttons before a satisfied smirk displayed upon his face. On the screen were the group of friends. He watched them before focusing at the edge of the screen, his eyes twinkling amusedly. At the edge of the screen were a bunch of buttons, all set up before hand. "What to press, what to press," he murmured before letting out a loud, crazy laugh.
Kirsten: She rubs her right arm with her left, standing still, thinking silently to herself. She turns her head and sees the fire in the cracks, then quickly pulls her hair round to sit in front of her shoulder.
Jake He leaned back against a rock and lit a cigarette, inhaling the velvet smoke deeply, and then releasing a cloud of tension towards the others.
Jack: "Well isn't this just f***ing perfect" He leans against a rock, taking a seat upon it. "How in the hell are we going to get out of this mess?"
Snoweeks out at the humans slightly scared but excited, new people were here to maybe help her find her fathers soul-
Jess ran a pale hand through her dark hair, looking around wearily. After a few tense moments passed she spoke up, her tone shaky. "Well... We're screwed." Mia (changed name) inhaled again, smiling at the delicious aroma. She was sure it was humans. She continued to walk in the shadows, a menacing grin taking her sharp features. Blake looked around curiously, flicking his red messy hair out of his matching eyes. He felt different for some reason. His eyes wandered the familiar area in a confused manner.
Name: Sarah Crawley Age: 17 at death Looks: Personality: Cheerful, but she occasionally can become quite depressed and a little creepy. How she died: Polio, in 1909. Other: Sarah was born into a wealthy family, and grew up relatively sheltered on a large estate. Unfortunately she caught polio in 1908 and succumbed to its effects by the fall of 1909. It took her a while to get used to being dead, and she was traumatized by the event. She often sees things that aren't real or says things that don't make any sense.