Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 15:29:21 GMT -5
Hello! Please call me Rome or Bless, she/her pronouns please! I am not new to Warriors RP site, I was on the official page as well. Some basic rules: Respect others and yourself, don't god mod, blah blah blah. You can be anything you want, just jump in. Please have 6-8+ lines per post/character! Anyways, on with the show!
It had been less than three hours since they had all been taken. They had been snatched off streets, out of school or college, even from their homes. No where was safe in this world.
They were all chained to a bar welded to the wall. Their right ankles were shackled tightly, a short chain allowing them just enough room to walk a few paces around. Of course, no one wanted to move - the electric wires seperating the kidnapped from the kidnappers were buzzing just a few feet around them, making hairs stand on end. It may had only been a few hours, but t felt like an eternity to the captured people.
One of the kidnappers stood up from the table they were sitting at, walking over to the captured and crouching in front of the wires to watching the captured trophies with a mockingly pitying face. "Poor things. Shackled like pathetic animals," he snickered and stood up... But so did one of the captured.
He rose a brow at her, looking her up and down. Of course, it was obvious why - her hair was dyed with dozens of neon streaks, no natural colors what so ever. Her skin was tan and smooth, her body fit and curvaceous. This was obvious by the clothing she was wearing - A tattered pair of tight-laced fishnets under a pair of tiny back shorts with the sides slashed all the way up, laced together with thin, decorative chains. Over her chest was a sleeveless crop top, stopping a few inches over her pierced navel (Decorated with a silver bar and a black shark tooth). The back was filled with cuts and slits, showing a strong, smooth back. Her nails were blood red and slick, long and sharpened into talon-like points. However, her eyes were definitely what creeped out the kidnapper most. Their natural color was blacked by pure white contacts, hiding her iris and pupil to match the whites of her eyes. They were were rimmed in thick, smokey black eyeliner, and her lipstick was just as crimson and glossy as her nails.
The male scowled and shook off the unease that creeped up his back. "What do you think you're doing? Sit down," he sneered, but the girl just let a tiny, emotionless smirk tug at her lips. She didn't look any older than seventeen, but she definitely had an aura much too eerie for any normal teen. "Maybe I don't wish to. Maybe I would prefer to stand." She leaned forwards, dangerous close to the electric wires, and grinned hauntingly.
It had been less than three hours since they had all been taken. They had been snatched off streets, out of school or college, even from their homes. No where was safe in this world.
They were all chained to a bar welded to the wall. Their right ankles were shackled tightly, a short chain allowing them just enough room to walk a few paces around. Of course, no one wanted to move - the electric wires seperating the kidnapped from the kidnappers were buzzing just a few feet around them, making hairs stand on end. It may had only been a few hours, but t felt like an eternity to the captured people.
One of the kidnappers stood up from the table they were sitting at, walking over to the captured and crouching in front of the wires to watching the captured trophies with a mockingly pitying face. "Poor things. Shackled like pathetic animals," he snickered and stood up... But so did one of the captured.
He rose a brow at her, looking her up and down. Of course, it was obvious why - her hair was dyed with dozens of neon streaks, no natural colors what so ever. Her skin was tan and smooth, her body fit and curvaceous. This was obvious by the clothing she was wearing - A tattered pair of tight-laced fishnets under a pair of tiny back shorts with the sides slashed all the way up, laced together with thin, decorative chains. Over her chest was a sleeveless crop top, stopping a few inches over her pierced navel (Decorated with a silver bar and a black shark tooth). The back was filled with cuts and slits, showing a strong, smooth back. Her nails were blood red and slick, long and sharpened into talon-like points. However, her eyes were definitely what creeped out the kidnapper most. Their natural color was blacked by pure white contacts, hiding her iris and pupil to match the whites of her eyes. They were were rimmed in thick, smokey black eyeliner, and her lipstick was just as crimson and glossy as her nails.
The male scowled and shook off the unease that creeped up his back. "What do you think you're doing? Sit down," he sneered, but the girl just let a tiny, emotionless smirk tug at her lips. She didn't look any older than seventeen, but she definitely had an aura much too eerie for any normal teen. "Maybe I don't wish to. Maybe I would prefer to stand." She leaned forwards, dangerous close to the electric wires, and grinned hauntingly.