Darkwood Cafe

[~Ozy~]

During the teenage years, many kids feel their life in a downward spiral. Depression, angst, cutting, bipolar disorder. More people go through these things than are officialy recognized. Some people never pull out of these spirals. They continue in their self-destructive habits. Oftentimes, they worsen as life goes on. For one reason or another, modern London seems to be a haven for these people. This is their story.

Rules:
-This is a free-for-all. Don't hold yourself back on your own moral grounds, I want to see you project yourself as fully as possible into the mentality of your chacter. The more twisted, the better.
-The usual, no one who's overpowerful, no godmodding, powerplaying, etc. etc.
-I kinda want to use this as a place to let people get out their negative tensions, so let the darker corners of your mind out here.
-In addition, begin to think of any person-to-person relationships you ight have on PC in the terms of these characters. This includes, pairs, friendships, everything.

Form:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Job:
Location (Somewhere in the UK):
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Name: Leonard Church
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, but a history of staying indoors has made him pale and somewhat scrawny. Lanky black hair and deep-set green eyes. Wears black jeans with a belt and a loose crimson shirt and leather jacket. Carries a knife up each sleeve. Has sharpened his canines. Wears black leather gloves at all times.
Personality: A sufferer of an extreme case of Vampire Personality Disorder. Leonard is sadistic in the extreme. Not much else can describe the man, he has never shown a kinder side of himself.
History: As a child, he was abandoned and taken in by an elderly couple. When he was thirteen, he began developing a fascination with blood. In the grip of this fascination, he killed his foster parents. He convinced the judge it was an accident and was convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to eight years in juvinile hall. It seems to have only hadrned him and when he got out, he began to be more cautious in his methods. As time went on, he fell deeper into his obsessions. Recently, he's become acutely aware of the more sexual aspects of blood.
Job: Owner of the Darkwood Cafe, a local hangout for Goths and the like.
Location: South London

 

[Kurosaki]

Hmm... Very interesting idea indeed. Lets just see how this turns out...

Name: David Eddy
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'11'' Red hair, blue eyes. He has thin arms, and strong legs. He isnt fat nor skinny. He wears a grey sweater with a hood, a symbol that resembles a cross in the centre. He also wears navy blue jeans, and black running shoes
Personality: David's personality varies, depending on who's around. If he's alone in public, he always looks serious, and is very shy and quiet. When around friends, he lets his feelings loose, and enjoys himself. Very easygoing, and likes making lame jokes.
History: David originally lived in London, but had to move away suddenly in Grade 5. Three years later, he moved back, to find that all of his friends had abandoned him, and thought he had become a drugee in his absence. Mad, and alone, he almost commited suicide that year. Upon taking a job at Subway, David became more social, which led to meeting a large group of friends when he started Grade 9. Though he still faces many problems.
Job: Subway (do they have those in the UK?)
Location (Somewhere in the UK): London

That's my life the past few years >>

 

[Flygon trainer]

Name: Eclipse
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has black wavy hair going to the center of her back that contracts her white, ghost like skin. She has red eyes, a result of stolen contacts, and she always wears black lipstick. She normally wears little more then a black top that just covers what it's designed to, and a black skirt with black nylons. She does wear a leather coat to protect her from weather, and under it she wears a gold necklace with a black amulet, with a ruby red dragon on it. she has sharpened her fangs, though it was only because she requires it to keep her life. She is incredibly thin, clinging to the edge of life.
Personality: Harsh, cold, she has been hardened by 15 years of being abandoned, having to live on her own. She has no heart anymore, and her only true will is to survive.
History: She was abandoned at the age of 4, going through various families that abused and molested her, finally ending up on the streets again. Occasionally she turns to prostitution to get enough to survive, but more often then not she uses her sharpened fangs to prey on people. She visits the Darkwood Cafe quite often, looking for a wanna-be goth that is too stupid to realise they're walking into a trap.
Job: Uhhh... living.
Location (Somewhere in the UK): South London

 

[Shiney]

Name: He keeps his real name a secret, going by the self appointed title of Sephiroth.
Age: 17, thought he looks like a full adult.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He looks like an adult in his mid twenties. He wears a large, black hat where most of his naturally white hair is hidden he has bright, shining teal eyes, and wears a large, black leather coat in all weather, though it's open on warm days, revealing a perfectly sculpted body, with black pants and thick, leather boots.
Personality: Not really cruel, but beyond a doubt, self-serving. He's no nerd, but he is extremely cunning, and has never been above manipulating others to get what he wants. He isn't truely evil, but cold hearted, with a mind to match.
History: He was once Robert price, a typical kid with a father that worked in the government, and a housewife mother. Of course, around the time that he was 14, he ceased to exist as far as the authorities could tell, and after several visits to doctors of all kinds in several countries, a rich millionaire from the states moved to london , with more than enough money to keep rumors quiet.
Job: Err, none? He's practically rich enough that he'll never need to work again, though he might later on if he needs a cover story.
Location (Somewhere in the UK): London.

 

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Alright, looks like it's the four of us.<OOC>

Diary entry, October 19th, 2007.

I took another today. A gril who came into the Darkwood today. Looked like she was walking home from Catholic school and decided to become a Goth. *****. She was fun, though. Very fun. She didn't learn that the more she struggled, the worse it would be. Most of them do. A pity, that, it's not as much fun, that way. Scotland Yard will find another "homeless" person murdered today.

I've noticed my knifework is improving again. Exciting. Now, maybe, I wouln't destroy the jugular if they thrash too much. This bears experimentation. Next wee, though. For now, it's too dangerous.

I put down the fountain pen I'd been writing with. Blowing on the elegant script briefly, I snapped the diary shut and returned the pen to the inkwell. It was 3 PM, time to go and open the cafe. School would be letting out soon, and all the little depressive teens would be coming in. I smiled at the thought of watching their foolishness. I fetched my jacket, the air had an edge to it, for all practical concerns, winter was already here. I locked the door of my third-story apartment and descended the stairs. My cafe was but a block away. Unlocking it, I stepped in and flicked on the dim crimson lights. It was modeled after something I imagined Poe and Lovecraft might have designe had they ever worked together. Black oak, crimson velvet armchairs. A place where I felt at home.

 

[Flygon trainer]

I was, as usual, prowling the streets. It felt like a week since i had last eaten, probably more. I was looking for prey. But even at this hour, there was no one else but me around. This was never recorded as a good thing. I noticed that the owner of the Darkwood Cafe was active, I could only hope it would mean easy prey. If not, I'd have to turn to selling off my body... Not a decision I wanted to make. I paced lightly, staying near the cafe for now. the wind was bitter aginst my skin, but by now, it was everything I was used to. I never wanted to be the first person in there, particurally when I didn't know the owner that well and there was nobody there if he tried something on me. Finally, I saw some men wandering towards the cafe, and I stopped, watching them. They were probably a bit more then I could handle, but at least I wouldn't look too suspicious wandering into the cafe with them...

 

[Shiney]

I slowly walked out of my mansion, my coat buttoned up as far as it would go. I didn't really need it, despite the chill, but I felt the need for protection, an insulation between me and the other people. I nutured that feeling as much as possible as I walked down the street. I had been at home for the last few days, it was time to make sure I could handle this. I had been going stir crazy reading psychology books however, and I needed a break. I didn't really plan on talking more than I had to, just stopping by a local cafe, letting off some stress, and maybe stare at a few girls discreetly...

 

[Flygon trainer]

I followed the boys in, watched as they took a seat away from me, and I stood away, placing my leather jacket on a nearby chair. The cafe became steadily more populated, but no one had my intrest. There were several girls, but they were too busy trying to look "cool" to be lured. I couldn't see anyone crying right off the bat, which was making this harder and harder. Finally, I realised today was just not the day for me to be getting prey, and I started looking for a male that would be willing to pay up....

 

[Miyu-chan]

((Can I still join? o.o; ))

Name: Mia Chan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Looks, a bit above average. Has lightly tanned skin, large almond shaped brown eyes, and long black hair that reaches to her waist. Prefers to dress in bright colors with heavy eyeliner, black lipstick, black nailpolish...etc.
Personality: Anti-social, darkly sarcastic, and has bi-polar disorder. (Need I say more? o.o; )
History: She was born in the 'states, moved to Liverpool when she was a month old, after living there for 8 years; her family moved to China for 5 years, where she returned feeling very depressed. Then they moved to London.
Job: A part-time waitress in the Darkwood Cafe. (Is that okay?)
Location (Somewhere in the UK): London.

 

[Shiney]

I soon reached the Cafe, aptly named Darkwood, and looked around. It seemed nice enough, the kind of place where laws stopped mattering much by the looks of it. I walked in, and instantly felt a wave of heat overwhelm me. Heat was the one thing I couldn't stand any more, and I unbuttoned my coat some, near the top to try to manage it, though it still felt uncomfortable in there. I gathered my wits again though, and began glansing around. I had come here to relax, after all...

 

[Flygon trainer]

I noticed the newest arrival, and turned, watching him unbutton his coat. I swallowed hard. He had the exact looks that I had been looking for in the crowd.. I causually moved out of the way, though my eyes followed his every movement. I decided to wait for now. If he decided to settle down, he'd be easier to convince. For now, I slipped down at another boy's table, deciding to play with this boy's mind. Being the jerkwad he was, he immediatly asked me if I wanted to check out his house. I denied, and he decided to try saying that I had no choice. After a while, I was suitably annoyed, and I challenged him to arm-wrestling. If he won, I'd let him take me to his home, if I won, he'd shut up. Obviously this guy had a big enough ego to accept, and we prepared as one of his friends counted it. Even though he tried to cheat by trying to take me down before the count was through, I threw him for a loop.. literally. With one swift motion, he was on the floor in a heap, and I had moved off gracefully, silently laughing to myself.

 

[Shiney]

By the time this had happened, i was resting in an armchair, sipping quietly on what looked to be a bottle of water, but it was fizzing silently, almost like weak carbination. I would have chuckled, but that wouldn't have suited me, or at least, who I wanted myself to be. That girl had caught my eye, and it was obvious that she was about as far from the ordinary as you could get....

 

[~Ozy~]

<OC>Yeah, you can. And your job, perfectly fine. I can't take care of everything 'round here, 'ya know.<OOC>

I snorted with laughter at the sight, there was usualally something amusing going on around here. Unfortunately, I didn't see anyone who could be potential prey for next week. A load of schoolkids came in, hair dyed, bondage pants, the whole deal. A few regulars, most of them were new. I smiled, revealing my fangs and said "Can I help any of you?" Mia should be here soon, thankfully. Regular business was picking up. One of the regular kids asked for some green tea. I already had some water on the boil, tea was popular around here. I pulled out a mug and a tea bag to get the drink ready.

 

[Flygon trainer]

After my heart beat had returned to normal from that exertion, I positioned myself behind the man I had noticed earlier, and said idily "Well well, what's a hunk like you doing in a place like this? Especially alone." I wanted to see if he had any girlfriends or appointments that could force him to deny the upcoming offer. I didn't want to waste any more time then I already had. This was a game for me, more getting the guy to take the bait...

 

[~Ozy~]

Awful technique, so far I thought, watching the scene. I had to turn away as the kettle started to whistle. Pouring water into the mug, I dropped the teabag in and returned to my silent observations. This was all too funny. It might be intresting to see what happened next, particularly if she was like me. Perhaps she'd let me...Join in. Then again, the man didn't quite run to my tastes. Maybe not.

 

[Miyu-chan]

Mia walked in, smiling happily; which was sharply contrasted with the dreary atmosphere of the cafe. She was wearing her usual black makeup, with her ebony hair plated into two braids.
She ran to the back, grabbing her apron. Humming happily while tying it on.
"Would you need any assistance?" she asked a random customer.

 

[Shiney]

I was suprised as I looked over at the girl. She was Beautiful, stunningly so, in a lustful way. I was actually shocked by her words, though I mentally berrated myself for it. I should expect people to start acting that way around me. After all, that was what I had wanted from the surgeons. I didn't reply immidiately, still thinking as my eyes wandered over her again, a suspicion as to why she was talking to me beginning to dawn in my mind.

 

[Flygon trainer]

Without thinking about it much, I started grazing my fingernails along his chest, as I said, still remaining in a causual tone "It's stuffy in here. what say we get out of here and.. have some fun." if he didn't get what I ment, this would be a waste and I'd move on... but, he was the hottest guy in the bar in my opinion... and I knew a lot of other boys were turning green with envy that he had my attention instead of me trying to get them to go for the bait...

 

[Shiney]

I smiled at her words, acting perfectly calm. So, my suspicion had been right... "I'd like that," I said, in a perfectly clam tone, not moving as to disrupt her. "A lot." I finished, waiting for her to move before I got to my feet. I had come here for two reasons, to relieve stress, and stare at girls for a while. I had done plenty of staring by now, though discreetly, and it looked like I'd be able ot take care of the other reason, too...

 

[Flygon trainer]

I reluctantly allowed my hands to leave his body, as I stepped back, starting to move idily towards the door. though right about now the trick was moving without letting my skirt ride up. I snagged my jacket and slipped it on, then paused to wait for him. He was probably fully aware that I was not doing this for free, and the general rule with me as the payment was based off the pleasure during it. Which was why I had become very experienced over the last few years...