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AIM Example
RP Style: Third Person Storybook
Characters: Sir Christus (Ex-Negative) / Joey Jordison (Murderdolls, Slipknot)
NOTE I play Christus in this scene.
Setting: Boston, Massachusetts
Brief Description: Alone after running away from home, Christus finds an unlikely lover after the world’s population was wiped out nearly overnight.
Current Storyline withaeteria
Thick, hot tears of pure sorrow and rage streaked from his icy blue eyes as the tiny drummer gently lay the body on the bed. Kneeling beside the soft mattress, he didn't even feel the softness of the carpet beneath his knees, nor the freezing cold of the bedroom. He saw only the pale, ice cold young man who's life has just left him for eternity. Gently brushing the purple and black streaked hair back out of his innocent, childlike face, hot tears fell onto the already stiffening skin as he leaned forward to press one last kiss to the cold, dead lips.
His best friend, band-mate and lover had died in his arms that morning. Eric had contracted the viral infection several days before. His health had went up and down for so long that they had relaxed and begun to believe that he would survive it, that his body had somehow found a way to make antibodies to fight the infection. Though they both soon found that to be not the case when Eric had woken him in the predawn hours, tears streaking from his soft, violet eyes that were not clouded with the sickness. The bassist had known that he was not long for the world. Had said so even as Joey had cried and begged him not to give up, not to leave him here alone.
Some half hour later, Eric had drawn one last shuddering breath and his body had completely relaxed into Joey's. For the next several hours, the smaller man had railed and screamed at the fates that had taken the only person he had left from him…that had taken his heart from him. Finally, he had composed himself enough to carry Eric's body into the nearest home, placing him in the small, twin bed he found within the deserted and trashed residence.
As darkness fell, he flipped on the lights which miraculously still worked, running through the house to flip every single one on. He could not brave the dark alone, not without Eric's strength to get him though the night. Returning to the bedroom, he found himself unable to leave the bedside and so crawled into the bed with his lovers corpse, pulling the now cold and stiffening body into his arms. Even if Eric could no longer return the embrace, he could still hold his love in his arms one last time before he set out alone. He fully intended to leave what was left of Boston the next day, see if there were more survivors that he could possibly set up some sort of existence with.
When Christus left Finland, he figured things would get better, that the rest of the world wouldn’t be so dark, depressing, or deadly. He was wrong of course and now he was simply alone and completely lost. He knew he had to be in either England or the America’s considering everything was written in English; but he had no clue how he got there or why he would go to either place.
He knew he was hoping to find people who weren’t sick or dead already. He had lost the few friends he had back home months ago. He didn’t want to be like them. He figured it was simply because they were much too weak to be on this planet. Though it pissed him off that they couldn’t be strong for him.
Christus heard the screams and the cries from someone obviously in pain. He really couldn’t tell how far the person was away from him at the point where he heard them. He wasn’t sure why he even cared but for some reason he continued to walk towards the screaming.
When he saw light for the first time in god knows how long, he couldn’t help but walk faster. He was cold, hungry, and even tired. He had a damn good feeling that if he could just get to the house then he’d have everything he needed. He needed shelter he knew, the past couple of nights of sleeping under bridges hadn’t been the best for him. Now that he had arrived at the doorstep of the only inviting house on the street, he wasn’t sure what to do or if the person who occupied the house would even let him in. But he sure as fuck wasn’t going to stand outside freezing all night so he knocked loudly.
Sitting bolt upright in the bed at the loud knocking, Joey growled in annoyance that someone would dare to disturb his last night with Eric. "Go the fuck away. There's no body alive here." He shouted, laying back down next to his lovers now icy cold body. Wrapping his arms tightly around the slender body in his arms, he buried his face in the cold, now stiffening neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his lover. The familiarity relaxed him, calmed him down a bit, but he still had no intentions of opening the door. Whoever was out there could freeze for all he cared. He had lost the only person he cared about.
Christus was furious no one ever talked to him in such a rude manor before. He didn’t care what the fuck was wrong with the person who called out to him he was going inside now. He tried the door handle, just because he didn’t want to have to use up any extra energy than needed by kicking the door down. When it opened without any problems he figured the person inside was stupider than what he first thought. Who knew what kind of people were running around now.
Christus locked the door once he was inside. He wanted to keep the warmth of the home to himself, and whoever was upstairs, though he wasn’t sure why. Quickly making his way up the stairs two at a time, Christus looked for the room the man had to be hiding in.
Smirking, Christus walked up until his shadow cast over the small man, and his obviously dead lover. “You know dead people don’t talk.”
Hearing the door open and the footsteps coming through the house, Joey grumbled in annoyance, but no real fear touched him. Eric was dead now, he really had no reason to live any longer. If this person was some psycho killer or what ever, the little drummer would not fight him. All of his friends were dead. He had watched each of them die off until only he and Eric had remained alive. The Murderdolls had been on tour when the virus struck. Ironic to him that their bus was called the Mobile Morgue…and it had literally become that as Joseph, Acey and Ben had all succumbed to the disease within two days of each other. Leaving only he and Eric to fend for their selves, to survive in this now vast wasteland of what was once a thriving nation.
Never once moving, even though the heavily accented voice stood over him, Joey spoke softly, his voice emotionless, dead along with his once beautiful lover. "You know nothing of death then." To him, he was already dead. While not physically so, mentally, emotionally, he had given up. His last reason to even try was laying in his arms, rigor mortis already claiming the once supple and limber body to its cold, stiff grip. "Why do you disturb us?" He asked in the same dead voice, haunted, darkened eyes peeking over Eric's still form to take in the strangers appearance.
Christus couldn’t believe what he was hearing, so the guy died, he wasn’t strong enough. This smaller man was, and he was simply giving up. He couldn’t understand it, in Christus’ eyes he had everything to live for, they were probably the only survivors not that he knew what they would do on their own, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
Christus had wanted to sit down but could tell that there was no way that was going to happen unless he sat on the floor, which he wasn’t about to do, so he stood watching over the two men. “I saw the lights and I want to keep warm. You can continue to cuddle your dead boyfriend for all I care.”
For several long minutes, Joey said nothing, merely slid his hand slowly down Eric's chest to grasp the small handgun that his lover had taken to keeping on his person at all times since the infection had spread so far. In one fluid movement, he sat up from the bed, the covers pooling around his waist to reveal his small, thin, but well muscled body. Leveling the barrel directly at the intruders face, he spoke quietly, his voice deathly soft. "Get out of my house."
Christus laughed at the small man. He didn’t mean to but the small man was just too small even with a gun pointed at him, Christus wasn’t afraid of him. “I’m not leaving and you should put that away before you hurt yourself. Its only you and I left here kid. We might as well make the most of it.”
RP Style: Third Person Storybook
Characters: Sir Christus (Ex-Negative) / Joey Jordison (Murderdolls, Slipknot)
NOTE I play Christus in this scene.
Setting: Boston, Massachusetts
Brief Description: Alone after running away from home, Christus finds an unlikely lover after the world’s population was wiped out nearly overnight.
Current Storyline with
aeteriaThick, hot tears of pure sorrow and rage streaked from his icy blue eyes as the tiny drummer gently lay the body on the bed. Kneeling beside the soft mattress, he didn't even feel the softness of the carpet beneath his knees, nor the freezing cold of the bedroom. He saw only the pale, ice cold young man who's life has just left him for eternity. Gently brushing the purple and black streaked hair back out of his innocent, childlike face, hot tears fell onto the already stiffening skin as he leaned forward to press one last kiss to the cold, dead lips.
His best friend, band-mate and lover had died in his arms that morning. Eric had contracted the viral infection several days before. His health had went up and down for so long that they had relaxed and begun to believe that he would survive it, that his body had somehow found a way to make antibodies to fight the infection. Though they both soon found that to be not the case when Eric had woken him in the predawn hours, tears streaking from his soft, violet eyes that were not clouded with the sickness. The bassist had known that he was not long for the world. Had said so even as Joey had cried and begged him not to give up, not to leave him here alone.
Some half hour later, Eric had drawn one last shuddering breath and his body had completely relaxed into Joey's. For the next several hours, the smaller man had railed and screamed at the fates that had taken the only person he had left from him…that had taken his heart from him. Finally, he had composed himself enough to carry Eric's body into the nearest home, placing him in the small, twin bed he found within the deserted and trashed residence.
As darkness fell, he flipped on the lights which miraculously still worked, running through the house to flip every single one on. He could not brave the dark alone, not without Eric's strength to get him though the night. Returning to the bedroom, he found himself unable to leave the bedside and so crawled into the bed with his lovers corpse, pulling the now cold and stiffening body into his arms. Even if Eric could no longer return the embrace, he could still hold his love in his arms one last time before he set out alone. He fully intended to leave what was left of Boston the next day, see if there were more survivors that he could possibly set up some sort of existence with.
When Christus left Finland, he figured things would get better, that the rest of the world wouldn’t be so dark, depressing, or deadly. He was wrong of course and now he was simply alone and completely lost. He knew he had to be in either England or the America’s considering everything was written in English; but he had no clue how he got there or why he would go to either place.
He knew he was hoping to find people who weren’t sick or dead already. He had lost the few friends he had back home months ago. He didn’t want to be like them. He figured it was simply because they were much too weak to be on this planet. Though it pissed him off that they couldn’t be strong for him.
Christus heard the screams and the cries from someone obviously in pain. He really couldn’t tell how far the person was away from him at the point where he heard them. He wasn’t sure why he even cared but for some reason he continued to walk towards the screaming.
When he saw light for the first time in god knows how long, he couldn’t help but walk faster. He was cold, hungry, and even tired. He had a damn good feeling that if he could just get to the house then he’d have everything he needed. He needed shelter he knew, the past couple of nights of sleeping under bridges hadn’t been the best for him. Now that he had arrived at the doorstep of the only inviting house on the street, he wasn’t sure what to do or if the person who occupied the house would even let him in. But he sure as fuck wasn’t going to stand outside freezing all night so he knocked loudly.
Sitting bolt upright in the bed at the loud knocking, Joey growled in annoyance that someone would dare to disturb his last night with Eric. "Go the fuck away. There's no body alive here." He shouted, laying back down next to his lovers now icy cold body. Wrapping his arms tightly around the slender body in his arms, he buried his face in the cold, now stiffening neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his lover. The familiarity relaxed him, calmed him down a bit, but he still had no intentions of opening the door. Whoever was out there could freeze for all he cared. He had lost the only person he cared about.
Christus was furious no one ever talked to him in such a rude manor before. He didn’t care what the fuck was wrong with the person who called out to him he was going inside now. He tried the door handle, just because he didn’t want to have to use up any extra energy than needed by kicking the door down. When it opened without any problems he figured the person inside was stupider than what he first thought. Who knew what kind of people were running around now.
Christus locked the door once he was inside. He wanted to keep the warmth of the home to himself, and whoever was upstairs, though he wasn’t sure why. Quickly making his way up the stairs two at a time, Christus looked for the room the man had to be hiding in.
Smirking, Christus walked up until his shadow cast over the small man, and his obviously dead lover. “You know dead people don’t talk.”
Hearing the door open and the footsteps coming through the house, Joey grumbled in annoyance, but no real fear touched him. Eric was dead now, he really had no reason to live any longer. If this person was some psycho killer or what ever, the little drummer would not fight him. All of his friends were dead. He had watched each of them die off until only he and Eric had remained alive. The Murderdolls had been on tour when the virus struck. Ironic to him that their bus was called the Mobile Morgue…and it had literally become that as Joseph, Acey and Ben had all succumbed to the disease within two days of each other. Leaving only he and Eric to fend for their selves, to survive in this now vast wasteland of what was once a thriving nation.
Never once moving, even though the heavily accented voice stood over him, Joey spoke softly, his voice emotionless, dead along with his once beautiful lover. "You know nothing of death then." To him, he was already dead. While not physically so, mentally, emotionally, he had given up. His last reason to even try was laying in his arms, rigor mortis already claiming the once supple and limber body to its cold, stiff grip. "Why do you disturb us?" He asked in the same dead voice, haunted, darkened eyes peeking over Eric's still form to take in the strangers appearance.
Christus couldn’t believe what he was hearing, so the guy died, he wasn’t strong enough. This smaller man was, and he was simply giving up. He couldn’t understand it, in Christus’ eyes he had everything to live for, they were probably the only survivors not that he knew what they would do on their own, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
Christus had wanted to sit down but could tell that there was no way that was going to happen unless he sat on the floor, which he wasn’t about to do, so he stood watching over the two men. “I saw the lights and I want to keep warm. You can continue to cuddle your dead boyfriend for all I care.”
For several long minutes, Joey said nothing, merely slid his hand slowly down Eric's chest to grasp the small handgun that his lover had taken to keeping on his person at all times since the infection had spread so far. In one fluid movement, he sat up from the bed, the covers pooling around his waist to reveal his small, thin, but well muscled body. Leveling the barrel directly at the intruders face, he spoke quietly, his voice deathly soft. "Get out of my house."
Christus laughed at the small man. He didn’t mean to but the small man was just too small even with a gun pointed at him, Christus wasn’t afraid of him. “I’m not leaving and you should put that away before you hurt yourself. Its only you and I left here kid. We might as well make the most of it.”