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- 1-3 posts per week
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- Give-No-Fucks
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
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- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Cyberpunk, Horror, Survival, Bizarre/Surrealism, Paranormal, Romance, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Supernatural, Grimdark.
This is a private roleplay. The OOC thread can be found here.
"Tim?"
The waning voice in the dark belonged to a young woman named Sarah. Dust was thick in the air. Seeing more than a few feet ahead was impossible. Moving forward on trembling legs that shamefully still smelled strongly of her own urine, the earthy floor under bare feet was cold and damp and with each step Sarah expected to feel hot liquid squishing between her toes and a waft of pungent metallic air assaulting her nostrils. And though she expected it, it never manifested.
Still, they were dead. All of them were dead except Tim.
"Tim? Is that you?" she whispered and her voice cracked; her throat was so dry from screaming and crying. Tha-thump, tha-thump sang her heart, beating quickly in her chest and filling her ears with its nervous tune. She paused, staring ahead at the vague shadow of grey in the otherwise pitch black darkness, trying to get herself to calm down a little. Slowly the thumping in her chest quieted and she became aware of a slow dripping sound echoing far off in the distance.
She also became aware that the shadow ahead of her was taking in ragged breaths. Tim had been hurt right before they'd been separated.
"Tim?" she called again, tears filling her eyes. A sense of relief washed over her, believing whole-heartedly that it was him, that he'd escaped just as she had. She started moving again, her footsteps faster, more sure. But the shadow was moving ahead of her, walking away. Couldn't he hear her?
"Tim! Wait for me!" she called, her voice now just above a whisper. Her pace quickened. So did his. She started to run. The tunnel took a sharp left and the shadow vanished from sight. But as she came around the corner, bare feet slapping dirt, footsteps echoing down the seemingly never-ending corrid--
The echoes died out and silence fell like a heavy blanket...
And then there came the tiniest whimper and still it echoed off the walls until it sounded more like a chuckle than a sound of terror and the tunnel fell still again.
Drip.
"Tim?"
The waning voice in the dark belonged to a young woman named Sarah. Dust was thick in the air. Seeing more than a few feet ahead was impossible. Moving forward on trembling legs that shamefully still smelled strongly of her own urine, the earthy floor under bare feet was cold and damp and with each step Sarah expected to feel hot liquid squishing between her toes and a waft of pungent metallic air assaulting her nostrils. And though she expected it, it never manifested.
Still, they were dead. All of them were dead except Tim.
"Tim? Is that you?" she whispered and her voice cracked; her throat was so dry from screaming and crying. Tha-thump, tha-thump sang her heart, beating quickly in her chest and filling her ears with its nervous tune. She paused, staring ahead at the vague shadow of grey in the otherwise pitch black darkness, trying to get herself to calm down a little. Slowly the thumping in her chest quieted and she became aware of a slow dripping sound echoing far off in the distance.
She also became aware that the shadow ahead of her was taking in ragged breaths. Tim had been hurt right before they'd been separated.
"Tim?" she called again, tears filling her eyes. A sense of relief washed over her, believing whole-heartedly that it was him, that he'd escaped just as she had. She started moving again, her footsteps faster, more sure. But the shadow was moving ahead of her, walking away. Couldn't he hear her?
"Tim! Wait for me!" she called, her voice now just above a whisper. Her pace quickened. So did his. She started to run. The tunnel took a sharp left and the shadow vanished from sight. But as she came around the corner, bare feet slapping dirt, footsteps echoing down the seemingly never-ending corrid--
The echoes died out and silence fell like a heavy blanket...
And then there came the tiniest whimper and still it echoed off the walls until it sounded more like a chuckle than a sound of terror and the tunnel fell still again.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
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