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- 1-3 posts per week
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- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, modern, realistic, mystery, horror
(Not all tags may apply, depending on where the rp goes.)
In the world where vampires are known, humans still rule the world. In some parts of the world, vamps walk the streets like your average citizen, and the things a human would do. In other parts of the world, they don't, and they live somewhere, but no one knows where. That's here, in the city of Lakewood. Not that the name matters. Here in LW, sometimes people are found dead in random places, with only two holes in their neck and terrified faces left as evidence. Sometimes people may go missing, and some believe they've been kidnapped, by the vampires. Now, vampires are not feared here. Not by the majority anyway. But still, everyone wonders what it's like to come into contact with one, and what happens to the ones that go missing.
Unfortunately, Harley Brammer happened to be one of those who didn't fear vamps, but wasn't casual with them either. Somewhere in the middle. Somehow, she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was walking home when someone tackled her from the side, with abnormal like speed. Then something hit her on the head and everything was blank.
She woke up in a gray and hard, dark room. A cell. There were others too. Beside her, across from her, even above her. Like she was in a holding cell. Some people slept, some cried, some were even happy. But that was only a few people, of course. She knew she'd been taken. She didn't know, but where she was, she was an item. This place was sort of like a store. Vampires would visit and walk through the halls, looking in the cells to see who they would want to buy, everyone at different prices.
"Hm, a new one?" "Yes, she was brought in earlier this afternoon. Two thousand." What?
"Interesting. She's pretty, I'd say. But maybe we should lower the price. She's not worth it." "Do you want money to keep this place going or not." Harley's wide gray eyes fearfully looked into green ones, as they turned red. Her heart quickened, as her thoughts did too.
"She's a scared one, I can tell. Her thoughts run through her mind I can barely keep up." The man smirked as he opened the cell, a loud creak coming from the metal door. The other man stayed out, watching nervously. "Don't bruise her! She's not broken in yet." By now, she was shaking.
"I'll be sure to break her in then." Again, he smirked as he grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground with much force. She yelped in lain and held her head, tears already spilling.
"Already crying now are we? We'll have to fix that." "Stop it Leon, I said to be careful!" The man outside said. She knew the abuser's name now, but she wasn't thinking about it. How could she care at a time like this?!
The next thing she knew, the air was knocked out of her as her body slammed into the cement, gray wall, luckily, her head didn't hit that hard. Just enough to give her a headache.
Her feet were off the ground, and the only thing that held her up was Leon's single hand around her neck, holding her to the wall. This was the worst way to be choked out, because there's no way of getting free.
Har tried to breathe in, but couldn't. Her air was going quick due to having the air knocked out of her in the first place. Her legs kicked as her hands gripped his wrist and pushed, but all it did was tire her out. Her head started spinning already as her struggling slowed. Her eyes blinked rapidly. And after some seconds, her eyes closed, her mind accepting the fact that she was going to die.
"Stop." A firm voice said from outside the cells. It didn't come from the other guy. No, it was a new voice. But everything sounded slurred and extended in her ears. The hand released her, and she fell to the ground hard, a sound a pain coming from her, followed by gasps for breath. She kept her eyes closed, trying to regain her senses. Her body was still spinning.
"You don't want to kill my slave do you?"
(Sorry this sucks lol. My future posts will be better!)
In the world where vampires are known, humans still rule the world. In some parts of the world, vamps walk the streets like your average citizen, and the things a human would do. In other parts of the world, they don't, and they live somewhere, but no one knows where. That's here, in the city of Lakewood. Not that the name matters. Here in LW, sometimes people are found dead in random places, with only two holes in their neck and terrified faces left as evidence. Sometimes people may go missing, and some believe they've been kidnapped, by the vampires. Now, vampires are not feared here. Not by the majority anyway. But still, everyone wonders what it's like to come into contact with one, and what happens to the ones that go missing.
Unfortunately, Harley Brammer happened to be one of those who didn't fear vamps, but wasn't casual with them either. Somewhere in the middle. Somehow, she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was walking home when someone tackled her from the side, with abnormal like speed. Then something hit her on the head and everything was blank.
She woke up in a gray and hard, dark room. A cell. There were others too. Beside her, across from her, even above her. Like she was in a holding cell. Some people slept, some cried, some were even happy. But that was only a few people, of course. She knew she'd been taken. She didn't know, but where she was, she was an item. This place was sort of like a store. Vampires would visit and walk through the halls, looking in the cells to see who they would want to buy, everyone at different prices.
"Hm, a new one?" "Yes, she was brought in earlier this afternoon. Two thousand." What?
"Interesting. She's pretty, I'd say. But maybe we should lower the price. She's not worth it." "Do you want money to keep this place going or not." Harley's wide gray eyes fearfully looked into green ones, as they turned red. Her heart quickened, as her thoughts did too.
"She's a scared one, I can tell. Her thoughts run through her mind I can barely keep up." The man smirked as he opened the cell, a loud creak coming from the metal door. The other man stayed out, watching nervously. "Don't bruise her! She's not broken in yet." By now, she was shaking.
"I'll be sure to break her in then." Again, he smirked as he grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground with much force. She yelped in lain and held her head, tears already spilling.
"Already crying now are we? We'll have to fix that." "Stop it Leon, I said to be careful!" The man outside said. She knew the abuser's name now, but she wasn't thinking about it. How could she care at a time like this?!
The next thing she knew, the air was knocked out of her as her body slammed into the cement, gray wall, luckily, her head didn't hit that hard. Just enough to give her a headache.
Her feet were off the ground, and the only thing that held her up was Leon's single hand around her neck, holding her to the wall. This was the worst way to be choked out, because there's no way of getting free.
Har tried to breathe in, but couldn't. Her air was going quick due to having the air knocked out of her in the first place. Her legs kicked as her hands gripped his wrist and pushed, but all it did was tire her out. Her head started spinning already as her struggling slowed. Her eyes blinked rapidly. And after some seconds, her eyes closed, her mind accepting the fact that she was going to die.
"Stop." A firm voice said from outside the cells. It didn't come from the other guy. No, it was a new voice. But everything sounded slurred and extended in her ears. The hand released her, and she fell to the ground hard, a sound a pain coming from her, followed by gasps for breath. She kept her eyes closed, trying to regain her senses. Her body was still spinning.
"You don't want to kill my slave do you?"
(Sorry this sucks lol. My future posts will be better!)