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Pok?mon Community Horror, Volume I: Rise of The Reaper

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Name: Flara
Age: 14
Appearance: medium legnth brown hair, red striped shirt, ripped blue jeans.
Species: Pokemorph
Personality: Fun to be around, but gets mad at times when she gets ticked off, but all in all, she's the best friend anybody will want.
Proffesion: A trainer that walks around and tries new things.
Powers: Fire powers
Weapons: when in human/wolf form, she uses a long sword with a red and orange handle with a yellow diamond in the middle.
Fighting style: Straightforward and pretty aggresive.
History: She was a normal girl until one day she discovered her powers. everybody then avoided her, and now she has been on her own, traveling everywhere. now everyone knows her powers are superior to theirs in their opinion, so every time they see her , they run for cover.
RP Sample: I sit on a tree branch as i look down at the townsfolk. They haven't seen me coming, though I move around swiftly in the trees, so it hard to see me. I eat a dougnut I've gotten from the last village from a little boy who liked the way a looked. I still thought about what he said, "I don't know why everyone runs from you. Everyone's so scared of you, but i'm not. Ithink you're kinda cool!" The thought faded away as i crept along th trees. Sonner or later they would discover me. Just then i bumped into a hunter looking for stantler, gunpoint at a foal. "Stop!" I yelled, and he turned, the gun now at me. "What the...!" "Ahhh! the fox lady and the sword of doom! RUN AWAY!" And he was off iun a huff, i shrugged and kept going, the stantler thanking me on the way.
 
Most of you can start now!
Padfoot, you're accepted, however, Flara, you need to work on your spelling, rewrite your entrance sheet.
As for Joe, I'll see once you're done.

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The wind rustled through Grey Fox's spiked brown hair; an omen. He stopped where he was and sniffed the air; ah, he could smell it, blood, the arouma was rampant in the area, it turned Fox's stomach.
He turned his head in the direction from which he could smell the most blood, his eyes followed, and, soon, he saw the source of the stench; an apartment, two, maybe three stories high, but there was no mistaking what it was. Patiently, he made his way to the entrance of the building's main entrance. It was a nice door, well painted and surprisingly clean, Fox opened it. He kept a continuous pace as he walked up the stairs and to the room from which he smelled the blood, taking notice of the building upkeep on the way, he could tell that it had recently fallen into new managership, he could see that the new guy wasn't as good at his job, the building was starting to fall from it's formerly high prestiege.
Grey Fox suspected that it would fall a great bit more once he opened the door.
Opening the door, Grey Fox looked around the room, it was surprisingly clean, someone had taken great pride in this apartment. However, that someone, was likely dead now. Fox stopped his search on the bed, he had found what he was looking for, a dead body. Grey Fox had seen bodies before; it was inevidable when one becomes a mercenary, however, he was struck by this particular body; it had formerly belonged to the mayor of the community. This complicated things; PokeCommunity was built on an odd system of government, the police class, or the mods, were in charge of small areas of town, they were responsible to the Global Mods, who were responsible to the Admins, from the admins came the Mayor.
However, this system had just become a problem; it meant that all of the admins and global mods had become suspects; and they were the only ones certified to carry out such an investigation.
It looked as if Fox would have to do this whole thing himself, or with a very few trusted members.
What a sucky way to end a Friday.
 
Small dark figures started to approach me. They expanded and started to envelop me. My body grew colder and colder by the minute. My lungs started to freeze. My heart start beating slowly and slowly. My whole body was in a paralysis state as everything darkened. "No.... What's happening? Why is it like this?" I thought. Another large figure appeared and lifted his hand above his head and got ready to drop it. It dropped it's hand with a powerful force and....
"NO!" I shouted and stood up on my bed. "Huh? Wha?" I wondered. It had been a dream. "Ughhh. My head." I rubbed my head as it ached with a headache. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my left side of my body. I looked and saw white wrappings around the middle part of my body. My mom came in and smiled at me. "Oh, honey. Your awake? That's good. You slept for quite some time." "I did? Hngh. What happened?" I asked still holding my head. "One of your friends brought you upstairs and gave you some medicine. Did another man come to kill you again?" she asked. "I-I think so. Thanks mom." I said to her. "Oh don't thank me. Thank your friend." She said. "Wait, who was it that came and helped me?" I asked with confusion. "Oh. I'll go get her. She's downstairs. It's so nice that you have a caring friend. She came and visited you a couple of times while you were asleep." My mom said. 'W-What? It's a g-girl. Oh no." I said as I buried my face under the blankets. Moments later, I heard footsteps coming uop the stairs. "There you go." I heard my mom's voice. "You two have a good chat now, ok?" she said and giggled a bit. "U-Uh. A-Are you ok?" came a soft voice. I pulled down the blanket. "You were so badly injured that u-uh I t-thought you weren't going to make it." she said looking downwards. "Melody? What in the world were you doing here?" I asked the young girl with flaming red hair that fell past her waist and ruby eyes. She was wearing a red shirt with a blue skirt. "I came to your house and saw you hurt on the floor. I-I-I was just helping." She replied with a sad voice. "Uh... T-Thank you for helping me." I said and gave her a smile. She blushed a little bit and turned away. "I-Is there something wrong?" I asked. "Oh. N-Nothing." Melody replied back with a surprised look.
 
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Name: Flara
Age: 14
Appearance: medium legnth brown hair, red striped shirt, ripped blue jeans.
Species: Pokemorph
Personality: Fun to be around, but gets mad at times when she gets ticked off, but all in all, she's the best friend anybody will want.
Proffesion: A trainer that walks around and tries new things.
Powers: Fire powers
Weapons: when in human/wolf form, she uses a long sword with a red and orange handle with a yellow diamond in the middle.
Fighting style: Straightforward and pretty aggresive.
History: She was a normal girl until one day she discovered her powers. Everybody then avoided her, and now she has been on her own, traveling everywhere. Now everyone knows her powers are superior to theirs in their opinion, so every time they see her , they run for cover.
RP Sample: I sit on a tree branch as I look down at the townsfolk. They haven't seen me coming, though I move around swiftly in the trees, so it hard to see me. I eat a dougnut I've gotten from the last village from a little boy who liked the way a looked. I still thought about what he said, "I don't know why everyone runs from you. Everyone's so scared of you, but i'm not. Ithink you're kind of cool!" The thought faded away as I crept along the trees. Sonner or later they would discover me. Just then I bumped into a hunter looking for Stantler, gunpoint at a foal. "Stop!" I yelled, and he turned, the gun now at me. "What the...!Ahhh! the fox lady and the sword of doom! RUN AWAY!" And he was off in a huff, I shrugged and kept going, the Stantler thanking me on the way.


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"What the heck happened?" asks a worn and tired Wolf Goddess as she stepped around the apartment, tucking a lock of vivid orange hair behind her ear. "I was joggin', and I smelled blood..." The girl whiped her sweating forhead with the back of her hand, and rubbed it against her pants. By the look of how she wore her attire, it was pretty much obvious that she ran around in her wolf form for awhle before hurrying to put on her outfit.

She was thirteen, young, and still in adolescence. "The mayor..." she said, her voice trailing off and her eyes darted around the room before taking a closer glance at the body, moving towards it gingerly. She turns to face Grey Fox, and jumped as her hand brushed across the body.

"Who do you think could have done this? Someone must really be causing this trouble...so that's what that man the other day was warning me about..." she jumped around her speech nervously, perhaps it was the blood that startled her senses, being highly keener than most. "Someone must be out to get us...a murder, or a serial killer...that is, if they kill the same way each time." Wolf adds, letting out a rather nervous laugh.
 
Eet's aweeeesomeeeeee.... [/randomspam]

IC:

Peeders stalked through the streets, an evil grin on her face. She wanted to find the murderer, and... murder him. Yes, she had heard. So she was in her demon form, her sword out and at the ready. Her ears twitched as she heard movement. "Ahh, you stupid dog," she growled at Padfoot. "This is hopeless." She plopped down in an alley and stared out, her sword glinting in the darkness ominously, as she laid a hand on Padfoot's head. She caught a mouse that ran across her feet and ate it raw. She grinned crookedly at Padfoot. She was in an insane, maniacal mood...
 
Jack O'Neill and the other members of his gang, the DCC Gangbangers, marched through a back alley, MP5Ns drawn and ready. They numbered six, no more, no less: Jack himself, three young men named Gian, Ivan, and Simon, and a pair of women who called themselves Kura and Chibi-chan, respectively. The gang had been contracted by the staff to wipe out a nest of n00bs that had entrenched themselves in the inner city. Ivan the point runner reached the entrance of the n00b lair first, followed by the others. "Okay, what do you suppose we do now?" he asked quizzically.

"It's just your standard n00b hunt, Ivan," Jack replied. "Just break down the door, toss a frag grenade in, and go in guns blazing. Simon, if you'll have the honors?"

"Sir, yes, sir," Simon said, delivering a jaunty salute as he brought up a portable battering ram and drove it right into the door. Ivan took out one of his frag grenades, pulled the pin, and tossed it right through the open doorway. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!"

Boom. After the shrapnel stopped flying, Jack and the others charged in, hoping to find at least a few n00bs to gun down. What they found, however, shocked them all. Somebody had been to the n00b lair before them, and that somebody had killed each and every single one of the n00bs. A kunai knife here, a shuriken there, a .50 Action Express round here, several 7.62 x 51 mm NATO rounds there... The lair was littered with the bloody corpses of at least a dozen n00bs, many of whom were mutilated beyond all recognition. "Oh my ****ing God, man," Ivan said.

Kura walked up to one of the dead n00bs,turned over its shuriken-riddled corpse, and checked its pulse. "Yeah, it's dead, all right. They're all dead, each and every single one of them," she said. "They're just n00bs, anyway. We're not gonna be missing any of these losers."

"You know that murderer that's been striking lately? This was probably his/her/its work. This doesn't fit the MO of any of the other gangs out there, and, well, they were already dead when we got here. Besides, we don't use shuriken," Jack said. "Simon, you're typing up the report for Alan and Evelina this time."

Simon groaned. "Why me?"

"Because Gian typed up the last report, and let's just say Andy, Erica, and Jake were pissed. Hopefully you'll do better."
 
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Dawn had come and the sun was setting. "Hmph. Three more dead." I said looking over three bodies, a man, his wife, and their son, and at a small dagger covered with blood. I walked out of a small house located east of my home. I stared at the dagger and tossed it into a nearby dumpster. "That doesn't help a lot." I whispered and took off south towards the nearest home. I entered a tan two-story medium-sized house. After 5 minutes later, I exited while holding another dagger of the same design as the last. "There goes two more." I said quietly. I placed the bloody dagger in a dumpster and fled towards my home.
 
OC: Ok, Flara, if you take your time and post with well written sentences, you may remain in the story; otherwise you become the next victom. ;)

IC: Grey Fox turned to Wolf Godess.
"Who said anything about serial-" He looked at her.
"Do you know something?"
He doubted she was the murderer (or would that be murderess?) He had been around her before, she wasn't exactly quiet, but she didn't love trouble, besides, she was to inexperienced to pull something as high profile as this.
"Well?" He looked straight into her eyes with the upmost intesity; "what do you know?"
 
"Me?" she says, "I don't know much...but hey, I do watch some television...and watch court 'n stuff..." She looks at him with blue eyes.

"And television isn't the most creative these days, y'know. Same old same old with many, many murder mysteries..." She look at the dead body, and then back towards Grey Fox, "Whoever did this must have a lust to kill...look at all the blood..." She raises her head suddenly in alarm, a glazed expression on her face. Blood, blood... No! It was her wolf self glazing over her mind, ordering her to eat the decaying carcass. Knowing she would have no control over it if it did take over her mind, she looks at Grey Fox.

"Do you think...there could be others?" she adds, moving away from the body. Could he have been the murderer? she thinks silently to herself, eyeing him nervously, "Why were you here so suddenly? It looks like a fresh-kill to me, when my hand barely touched the body it still felt warm...Well?"
 
OCc: then I guess this is not an rp for me. sometimes i overreact and write not so makey sensy sentences. See there? That proves i'm the next victim!!!
 
Ummm, Grey Fox, can you introduce me in? I cant seem to find a way to jump in.
 
OOC:Me neither... 0.o; *eats self, for it is 11:00 pm and is insane here*
 
OOC: I'm having trouble starting. It's always the part of the RP I seem to have trouble with. :P You can power play my character to introduce me if ya need to. Nohing too big since i haven't said anything about her personality yet. ^^'
 
OOC: Sorry I haven't been on much, I've been having comp problems, I'll try to be on once a week at least.
I can't intro you all in one post... But, I can intro some of you.

"Me? I was walking to the house of a client." He said calmly. "Which reminds me, I'm a bit late..." He began to walk towards the door, then, as an after thought, he threw a card to Wolf Godess.
"Call that number, it's to a friend of mine, her name is Alana, and she might be able to help us get to the bottom of this, since it's obvious none of us trust the other, so I will catch up to you once this matter is taken care of..."
He walked back out the door.
"See you later."
He could worry about dead mayors later, now that Alana was helping with the investigation, now all Grey Fox needed to do was to talk to Pat.
 
"Huh, ah...sure, alright, okay..." and he left her alone, with a dead and bloodied body lying right next to her. She flashes a glance to it, and if one stood next to her, they could detect the slightest trace of a mad fire that burned for...something. A growl rumbles in the back of her throat, and she turns away from the body to try and rid this feeling of a mixed emotion.

"Alana, eh? I think I heard of her, a writer...or something like that I suppose..." she says to herself. Wolf Goddess reads over the number and pulls out a cellphone and dials the number. Putting a lock of orange hair behind her ear, WG puts the phone to her ear as she waits for either a voice or an ansering machine. She gives one last look at the body, then leaves the room.

She shuts the door behind her, and leans against the wall next to the door, sitting down on the ground. WG pulls her knees against her chest as she waits. No need to worry about getting hit in the face by the door, no one's coming out of it...ever.

Ring...ring...

((Gah, you can call my character WG to save you the trouble of typing Wolf Goddess...And Alana, you can choose whether or not your character picks up the phone or not.))
 
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