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[Egyptian Myth]

Hundreds of teens ranging from thirteen to nineteen dance wildly in a lockdown rave. The large strorage building - crates of varying sizes lining the walls and stacked up in corners - was completely occupied by ravers and cybers and otherwise of all types as soon as the sun was down. Now the place, devoid of any windows, kept any light out; and who was keeping track of time? The only entrance and the only emergency exit were both securely locked from inside and out. The two people who held the keys were unannounced and unknown by everyone but a select few of their friends.
This may seem dangerous, but why would anyone need to get out? Bathrooms are present. Three week's supply of food and drink are available. Three weeks of freedom and raving.

The lights are all out but for blacklights occasional strobelight, and the multi-colored squares of the dance floor that alternate and flash. Otherwise the only light is that of the glowsticks and flashing or glowing clothes of the ravers.
But now a murder has taken place. The victim was a girl of around fourteen. Her throat, shoulders, and chest area were absolutely mutilated.. and by no weapon. It looked as if some animal had torn into her.. Less damage than a bear would inflict, yet of the same - if not worse - degree.
The holders of the keys haven't stepped forward. The doors remain locked, the people locked in. Some panic. Others decide not to care - after all, what's the likelihood of becomming a victim in a such a mass of activity and crowds? Others, friends of the victim perhaps, or maybe undercover law enforcement, want to find the murderer. Yet in such an impossible situation, it sounds like everyone is going to be stuck in the lockdown for quite some time.. with this mysterious murderer amongst them, perfectly hidden.

Let's just hope that when and if the next victim comes around, it's not you.

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Lol cheezy line. Plot is (c) Tori.
Uhm... Rules...
- Blah. You know the basic rules. :P Violence, romance, swearing, allowed but not to extremes.
- One charrie per person.
- Obviously I'll be playing the murderer. :B
- Humans only.

Templates.
Name:
Nickname/Alias:
Gender:
Age:
Specific Subculture:
Appearance:
Reaction/Opinion:

Kay so. Mine. :B
Name: Syde
Nickname/Alias: Matt
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown; Appears 16
Specific Subculture: Modern Dandy
Appearance: Pchow. Presently wearing a long-sleeved, collared black jacket - unbuttoned - with a gray sleeveless shirt buttoned up beneath that, and beneath that a white, collared shirt - long-sleeved. Black slacks. A red scarf tied into an intricate bow around his neck. White gloves. The two chains at his side are a pocket watch and a wallet. Shoes, strangely, are black Converse high-tops. Top hat with red rim seen in picture.
Reaction/Opinion: ( Murderer; acts like.. ) Doesn't seem to care too much, slightly creeped out.

Shall start in next post! :3 Join after I post my Intro. Post your Template and Intro in the same post. Ja.
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[Egyptian Myth]

A pale, modern dandy sat calmly in a butterfly chair along the edge of one wall. His frame was slender, slightly feminine yet with hints of muscle. A top hat adorned his head, wavy, black-brown hair coming down in a mess around his head, the bangs completely concealing his eyes both in the bangs themselves and in their shadow.
Thin facial hair lined his chin.. usually this would be a turn-off, but somehow it only made him even more attractive. The arrangement of bones beneath his skin was amazingly beautiful in his face. The entire air about him was somehow.. sexually arousing. Maybe it was just the atmosphere. Maybe it was the enigmacy that was emitted off him.. the fact his eyes were hidden, the fact he was one of the very few people in the entire building without even one glowstick. Maybe it was sincerely his intense beauty.

He sat with his legs crossed, hands folded neatly in his lap, helping his dandy-style demeanor. A few panicked teens were lurking near the locked entrance that was to his left; some beating on the door, others crying, some just sitting on the floor near it looking hopeless. It appeared this young man was one of the many that looked at the odds and decided to simply not worry about it.

[l u c i d `]

Name: Isabelle "Izzy" Chambers
Nickname/Alias: Izzy..? xD
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Specific Subculture: Kandii kid
Appearance: Paler then death with fluorescent make-up that stands out on her creamy skin, Izzy could be spotted miles away as a true kandii kid. Her hair is short but not to short and always varying in color (at the moment, it's black with electric blue and bleach blonde streaks) and she usually wears contacts depending on her mood (at one time, she had glow in the dark contacts but those made people blind, so she had to 86 them right quick xD), but her natural color is brown. She stands at about 5'3'' without her platforms, 5'6'' with them, and has a thin, fit body type. Ho ho.
Reaction/Opinion: Considering the girl who was murdered was a friend, Izzy is a bit frazzled at the moment. And not her usual self.

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The once friendly atmosphere that smothered and covered Izzy like a comforting blanket was dead. In it's wake was panic, chaos, and discord. A new emotion for such a loving group of people, who all seemed like a big family. Seemed being the key word. Now, people where beginning to steer clear of each other, glancing at their so-called friends with accusing eyes.

She hated it. She hated this feeling.

She sat in a panda chair, not noticing the fellow with the top hat who took a sat next to her, and stared into the nothingness blankly. She had taken off her platforms long ago so she could cling to her legs, burry her face in her bony knee's. She felt like she was gonna cry but she couldn't, nothing would come except the ocassional dry sob. So, instead of lamenting, she retreated back into an abnormally quiet shell. It was the only way she could cope with the sudden dilemma at hand.

"I've never seen you around.." she stated quietly, not bothering to look at the man in the butterfly chair. "People might start suspecting you of the murder." she raised her thin brows, turning her electric blue eyes onto him.

[Egyptian Myth]

( People still accepted of course. JOIN, DARN YOU. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. D< )

The strange youth glanced to the girl beside him. Her voice was muffled, her face buried in her knees, but somehow he still heard her despite the loud atmosphere. At first his look was vacant, as if he was giving a 'who, me?', but then a smile stitched itself into his lips, smoothly gliding onto his face in an instant. "You can't expect to see everyone here your first few times." He replied. His voice was quiet, flowing through the ears like velvet, somehow slightly mesmerizing.. with a hint of something behind it that sent chills down your spine. "There are plenty of more likely candidates; much more suspicious-looking characters.." His gaze seemed to wander into the crowd.
Indeed, he made a point. There were guys that came here mostly just to look at the girls, some nearly dirt poor and not at all dressed to rave, in scrappy jeans and dirtied white T-shirts, with thinning, messy hair and sleepless eyes. They were the ones that looked like rapists or murderers.. or both.

[l u c i d `]

It wasn't her first time here, not even remotely, but it might've been her last. After all, this rave spot had certainly lost it's innocence in no time flat and it was most likely going to scar a few people having to be stuck in an abandoned ware house with a psycho murderer amongst them. Of course, someone COULD call the cops but no one would even give that a second thought.

The police were the enemy. The ones who stopped the fun. And, at any rate, raves were illegal. It's not like they could arrest the mass amounts of people but they would most likely shut down the warehouse and keep it scoped out. And, sure, they could find another raving spot but..

Izzy stole a glance at the strange man before turning away from him, shrugging and staring out at the crowd. He was right, there were more then the usual standard amount of perverts in the crowd tonight. But none of them seemed stupid enough to any thing like KILL a fourteen year old girl. But, Izzy knew everyone here, it seemed, except for a handful. She might not have known them well but she had seen them around more than once or twice. And her one fault was trusting to easily.

Shouldn't judge... she reminded herself quietly before mussing her hair a bit. Though, judging and keeping a safe distance from everyone seemed right to her at the moment but she knew she couldn't. She was a people person. She thrived on being with other people. Hence why she was always at raves, where people were accepting and loving of you no matter who you were.

"What's your name or are you doomed to be known as newb?" Izzy asked after a few moments, stretching out her legs.

[Egyptian Myth]

The smile on his lips broadened to reveal teeth that glowed perfectly in the blacklight. "Matt." The name seemed so normal.. too normal for a guy as rare as him. His posture was so perfect. He held so still; if it weren't for the air of him, and when his head gave slight movements as he looked around, you'd think he was a statue. To most people here it seemed impossible that his foot didn't even tap to the constant 'UNCE'ing that made everyone's innards tremble. That was absolutely incomprehensible to any raver here...

[l u c i d `]

Tilting her head curiously, she mouthed his name before making a face. That didn't suit him at all. He seemed more like.. something.. not Matt. Whatever that name was that he should have had, she couldn't tell you. She wasn't exactly good at renaming people..

"You don't look like a Matt," she pointed out. "Must be that animal magnetism that's radiating off of you like a damn smoke screen." she rolled her eyes at her response before stating, "I'm Izzy.."

[crazypapercups]

Name: Kriss Daniels
Nickname/Alias: K-dee
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Specific Subculture: Cyberpunk/industrial
Appearance: Lanky and tall with light cream colored skin. The hair in the middle of his head was done straight upwards in a wide mohawk, leaving long strands of neon green hair that framed his sharp face. Not including the neon green, his hair was a wild rainbow of purples and blues, starting with a deep violet in the front and lightening to a robin's egg blue at the nape of his neck. He wore inky black eyeliner with neon green contacts, and around his neck hung a pair of green goggles. He sported many piecrings in his ears, mostly silvers and neon green studs, his left eyebrow and lebret were also pierced, both simple green studs. He wore a Tight black top with green stripes down the sleeves, and a cute green and pink rabbit printed at the bottom left and stretching to the side. He had loose, baggy zip-off shorts being held up with at least four different belts, with neon green chains and flashing glowsticks dangling off and swinging back and fourth. He also sported a pair of large clunky boots fastened with neon green buckles and laces.
Reaction/Opinion: No real reaction/ could care less.

K-dee mumbled to himself, quite unhappy with the current events taking place. He wasn't fond of the crybabies screaming at the door, and the mopes who shouldn't even be allowed into a rave. All that does is bring down the energy of the room. He walked toward the entrance with half a mind to scream at the kids to get them to scatter and knock off all their crying. They're the ones who wanted to come, and now they want to leave? He casually scooted next to the wall on the right of the door, with his arms tucked behind him and nabbed a steel fold-up chair. He lifted it up slightly and moved close enough to throw the chair, but not close enough to be easily noticed. He quickly slung his arm forward and let go, letting the chair fly high over the kid's heads. He wanted to scare them away from the door, not smash someone in the head. The chair crashed loudly above the door and clattered to the ground. K-dee quickly assimilated left, into a crowd that decided to keep bouncing, and shuffled his way back against the wall to the left of the door, to see if they scattered or just started crying harder.