Post by Mayu Shiikawa on Mar 13, 2009 21:17:13 GMT -5
A young girl was walking through the mud, wearing a ripped shirt, and a short skirt. They were obviously muggle clothes. There was a rather odd mark on the girl's neck, but aside from that and being covered in mud, she looked like an average muggle girl of about sixteen.
She walked into Drakborough in the middle of the night, her dirtly clothes showing in the occasional light. She was looking for a good spot. A place to hide. She found a small building, seemingly abandoned, and tapped one of the locks several times before it finally clicked open.
She moved inside, clumsily levitating the lock back into position. It took her several tries, and about a quarter of an hour to finally get it into place. Her whispered voice was hoarse from the strain of breathing heavily. She had been running for quite some time, and she had no reason to stop, except that it was late, and she knew she needed sleep. "Yuma, would you sing me to sleep?" the girl asked the air.
She layed down among the random wares in what appeared to be a shop, slowly letting herself drift off, until she heard a sound...
Having had a pleasant day in the Castille, reading up on his 'family' history. The nosferatu known as Jack decided to explore more of the outer territories. He knew the forest enough to get around and he knew about the school.. today however he found himself wandering in and out of the shadows keeping himself or at the least his face hidden from the eyes of the mortals.
As he stalked through town making mental notes of the land marks like shops and streets and alleyways. As he explored ehe noticed a young girl walking past and stopped. Why, in this age, would a child her age be out of school this late? Is she looking for trouble? Well whether she had been looking for trouble or not trouble had found her. and was now stalking her undetected, and trouble watched as The girl made her way into a closed store.
He scaled the walls til he found an open back window, noticing as he climbed that the place was a Joke shop. Which made him chuckle inwardly because well the joke was on the girl indeed. He made his way around shelves. Eventually rounded thw corner where the girl had decided to lay down. and he heard and saw her speak to someone. Who was Yuma? and where was she. he only smelled one human. Was she not-right in the head? Well he wasn't but that wasn't the point.
He watched the girl doze off and then couched down to all fours, and began creeping toward the girl. He focused on her slowing heart beat, her even breathing, but he got so focused on his kill that he hadn't noticed that Stray woopy cushion had fallen out of its shelf and onto the floor, and as his foot mad contact there was a rather rood sound that being dead he couldn't have made himself! Jack, quickly moved around to the other side of the shelf before she noticed his presence.
It'd been a long time since Hatchet had gotten to come out and play.
Things had been quiet, lately, and he found that his Leader was usually off doing something else, busy and important and political(?). This left Hatchet with little to do, because his specialty was in children and slaughter, sometimes at the same time. He'd been sleeping in the building's basement, much like that time a year or so ago when Radek and company had intruded upon his home.
Now, like all those months ago, Hatchet was stirring at the sound of very faint, light, childish footsteps.
A smile rose behind his metal clown mask.
He'd spent so much time in this basement, he had lost most traces of his time as a regular person. He smelled like the musty, moldy basement, and his robes were tattered enough that he looked like a bag of trash. The only thing left upon him valuable was, of course, his mask, and this was something he kept very shiny and polished.
Much like his axe.
His namesake snuggled against his hip like a four year old at a christmas party, and slowly he snuck up towards the store itself.
Then, he heard.
A fart.
He held in a giggle. Had the child up there--as he hadn't heard the nosferatu enter at all, sneaky devil that he was--eaten something bean-y for dinner? Children were just so cute. He couldn't wait to get his hands on whatever lost soul had wandered into his makeshift home, and, quivering with anticipation, he raised the trap door into the store.
Mask glinting slightly in the dark, Hatchet pulled himself up, completely unaware of the Nosferatu's presence.
Once he was entirely out of the basement, he stood--slightly unbalanced--he whispered in his hoarse, destroyed voice.
"Here, kitty kitty..."
He chuckled, causing pain to go through him, and stepped quietly closer to the intruder--a small girl, it seemed.
Post by Mayu Shiikawa on Mar 17, 2009 10:15:01 GMT -5
Mayu, having been awakened, sat up, almost immediately. "Yuma!" she scolded.
"It wasn't me..." Yuma replied quickly.
Since it wasn't Mayu that made the sound, and it wasn't Yuma, it must have been someone else. Looking around, the only person she found was someone that smelled like musty basement. He had a rather ugly cloak on, but his mask was nice and shiny. And so was his axe. He was calling for Mayu to come over.
He certainly seemed like a nice person. Was this his house? Well, then, she had been awfully rude to enter like this. She had better apologize. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mister. Is this your house? I didn't know. It looked like no one was using it, so I came in to rest for a bit... I really hate to ask, after barging in so rudely, but can I stay here? I can clean! I won't take up much space!"
She looked at him with wide, round eyes, as she had no other place to go. And the man seemed nice enough...
The Vampire watched the new arrival from the shadows. Jack had slipped up but it seemed that neither his prey nor the hobo had noticed he was there. That was good Maybe there would be two for the price of one. Plus he could make it look like they had died in mortal combat against each other, and in doing so he would escape blame completely. How delightful.
As te man neared, The nosferatu be came more and more aware that this man's intentions where very similar to his own. The closer the man got to the girl the more his heart raced with anticipation. the damned one could smell the excitement. From senses alone The nosferatu could sense what was on the mind of the man behind the silver mask. Murder.
Oh, no you don't. Thought Jack as the man with the axe called out to the young girl. She's MINE! I saw her first. You insignificant pest! He said as he moved around the shlf so that he was positioned Be hind the man yet still invisible to him. and the girl. His hand went for his dagger this would be quick and quite painful. But Jack needed to wait, He would wait till the girl realized that this man was going to kill her and then he would pounce and make himself look like a savior so she would stick round.
Hatchet the Pedophile drank in the words of the little girl in front of him. Oh, her voice was so high pitched and... little. He smiled widely under his mask, thinking over the girl's offer. Now, Hatchet didn't care much for cleanliness, figuring that things would be getting dirty anyway, but he thought maybe, just maybe, it would be nice to have something so young flitting around and taking care of things.
Contrary to popular belief, Hatchet hadn't always been a homeless, burnt crisp of a man. No, once upon a time he had actually been rather handsome, and living off of his parents' wealth, he had had a comfortable life.
Until he took up a hobby.
That hobby being children.
Problems arose, and he found himself wrapped up in the Shadow activity across Europe, finding himself at this school, in the middle of the war, surrounded by little children that were all his for the taking. He would've gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for that meddling professor and his damn dog loli.
Now, he could barely talk, and he couldn't take his mask off, rather than it just being an ironic part of his costume. He'd been greedy, recently, too. He hadn't even taken the time to savor his victims.
A sitcom flashed through his head.
Mayu and the Shadow!
*canned laughter*
ONE'S A LOLI, ONE'S A GHOST
ONE CAN COOK AND ONE IS TOAST!
It's Maaaaaaaaaayuuuuu.... and the shadow!!!
*canned laughter*
*The setting is an old, but immaculately clean house. There is a sofa facing the audience, with a TV facing the sofa in front of it. There's a staircase, leading up to upper floors, windows showing grass and a tree outside, the front door, and an entrance to the kitchen, where you can hear the clang of pots and pans being moved around.
*Hatchet enters, stage right, tracking dirt and blood all over the carpet as he moodily comes in.
Hatchet: Mayu, I'm hooooooome...
Mayu: Did you drag dirt and blood all over the floor again!?
Hatchet: No, dear, why would I ever do that?
Mayu: You did it yesterday! I spent eight hours cleaning the floor!
Hatchet: Bah!
*canned laughter*
*Hatchet sits on the couch, getting it dirty and bloody.
*Mayu enters, stage left, decked in an apron and not much else (her 'uniform'), holding a frying pan with sizzling bacon in it.
Mayu: Hatchet!!!
*canned laughter*
"Well..." His raspy voice made it out of his throat, somehow. "This house does need some taking care of..." Not that it was even his house. Last he had heard, some famous dark wizard had moved in, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen as of late. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have another person here." He thought for a second, looking the loli over. "Where do you come from, little girl? And what is your name?"
Post by Mayu Shiikawa on Mar 17, 2009 15:59:05 GMT -5
Mayu smiled, and proceeded to find a broom, stowed somewhere behind Hatchet and put it on her shoulder. It wasn't that far behind Hatchet, of course, and ALMOST extended to his head. Mayu said, "My name is Mayu Shiikawa, and.... I was a student at Firefox... But, I got accused of killing someone... Or did I actually kill someone? I don't remember... It all happened so fast... And I lost my wand escaping, soo... Here I am."
"And you seem like a nice person. What's your name?" She turned around sharply, and suddenly, the broom handle swinging directly at Jack, as poor Mayu had no idea he was there...
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2009 15:59:23 GMT -5 by Mayu Shiikawa
Ping pong. Well more like BAM-SMASH! The Wooden handle smack him in the back of his head and his head smacked int a shelf full of dungbombs. and also knocked down a few trick candles. Needless to say he was not a happy nosferatu. His cover blown he dEcided that hiding would now be near useless.
So, Jack jumped over the candle sticks and Appeared on the other side of Hatchet flanking the axe wielding maniac. Damn his heightened sense of smell, and damn those filthy dungbombs. I though "I heard robbers." He said, his face still cloaked in darkness. "What're you doin here?" He wonder if the ruse would work. prolly not but it was worth a shot.
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