The Written Word [Open/Accepting 2 Males]

[We'reAllMadHere]

Crappy form sorry hard to do in mobile



Krystal "Kris Murphy
17
Outgoing, mischievous, kind, adventurous
She's an artist

[Byrdee ★]

~~YAY! More peeps, can we start?~~ o3o

[BlameableAmish]

[[Accepted--- just remember the 4 line minimum rule.

Also I finished Mason if you want to take a look you all

I am just about done with the first post- I wanted to finish Mason's form.]]

[nyctomancy]

To salvage my pride, it's likely I'll make a starting post in the morning. It's getting a bit late here, especially with falling an hour back. ]

[BlameableAmish]

Aiden watched with profound interest at the morning news. It was just as he feared; Tim Harden the baker died early this morning. Just as he wrote in his murder mystery. His hands shook slightly for he knew this was no coincidence. This was the third chilling murder this month and everything was just as he wrote it. He heard his step mother call out to him about school, and he glared at the door. Couldn't the woman just leave him be. She was not truly his mother. But she was right, he sighed as he tossed his backpack over his shoulder. Perhaps he would test this theory today, nothing like the accidental murders. His classmates wouldn't mind...

"Mate, that is an ugly color." Mason assisted his father with his tie since the old man was running late. "I know, I know, but your mother is forcing me to where this because Ariel picked it out for father's day." They shared in stone heart felt laughter because his father checked his watch and dashed away. Mason was usually early for school himself due to swim practice; however it wasn't time for that quite yet. Still, he enjoyed the time spent idly waiting in the somewhat vacant halls. He decided to leave early, waving to his little sister and mum before hopping on his bike and taking off


[[Here we are! Have fun! Muwhahahaha]]

[LoliNeko]

Digit was in the bathroom brushing her hair to perfection, like always. Her father was outside the bathroom beating on the door, and had been for the past half hour, but there was no way someone could get digit out of there until he hair had reached perfection...no, not perfection, absolute perfection. Other than the odd tattoo on her shoulder her hair was what most people at school knew her for, as it was never messy, if she had a bad hair day then hell would probably be frozen solid. She opened the door right as her father was about to beat on it again, causing him to fall into the bathroom. "sorry dad." she said, as he ignored her and closed the door quickly. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toast as it popped out of the toaster, and grabbed her bag by the door, her mom was making everyone else's breakfast, one that consisted of bacon. Digit normally didn't mind if other people ate meat in front of her, but she absolutely hated the smell of bacon for some reason and always made an effort to get out of the house before her mother started cooking. She began the walk to school while eating her single piece of toast, she saw Aiden leaving his house in somewhat of a hurry and called out "HEY AIDEN, WHAT'S THE RUSH!" she never really talked to Aiden, even though they lived on the same block, but that was because most of the time she managed to lave for school first.

--i apologize if this seems like it should be multiple paragraphs, i hate using paragraph form cx--

[We'reAllMadHere]

Kris sighed putting on her makeup. She didn't wear much. Just enough to cover any bruises she happen to have. She said she was just clumsy but that wasn't true. She hurried outside and down the street.

[nyctomancy]

chase russ wilhet - fifteen - location;; home - tagged;; open
The teenager groaned groggily, as he wearily lifted his cranium off of the hard object that he had slept upon. It certainly wasn't his bed, that much for sure. Tiredness pinpricked his eyes, and he had to blink three times before any vision was regained. With a frustrated sigh, he extended his arm to his left, groping about the desk until the object of desire was found. Upon locating the box in which Chase kept throw-away towelettes in 'case of emergencies'. He then proceeded to wipe the drool of his keyboard in distaste, mentally chiding himself on his choice of bedding in the first place.

"Chase!" His mother called out, her sweet voice echoing through the long hallway. "Hurry up, sweetie, you're going to be late!" It was then Chase spared a glance at the clock, to which he gasped aloud. 7:05. He was so going to miss the boat.

[ just to confirm, i'm using a figure of speech, lol. no actual boats, or at least what i'm aware of. ]

[BlameableAmish]

Today was an unusual day. A girl to whom I have been aware of for quite some time now takes time out of her day to greet me. Didn't she know the murderer that stood before her? Didn't she know she should quiver and shake? Of course not. This was the day. She was safe in the sunshine just as all the classmates were. Still, how unusual it was for her to greet me. "Your hair...." the murderer begun in his simple tone. "there is a leaf in it." The girl reacted the way he expected her to: alarm before plucking it out with a laugh. Despicable. Maybe I will walk to school with her. Maybe I will make her be the next victim.

Aiden jumped slightly in his skin as a familiar high pitched voice called out to him. He turned around, hands shoved deep into the recesses of his slacks and met the eyes of a fellow classmate. Elsa Maelthorn, also known as digit among her folly of outcast friends. She lived down the road from him for many years, and yet he was certain this was the first time she acknowledged him on the way to school. He slumped his shoulders with a blank expression, and yet he waited for her to come to him. He remained quiet as he observed her dress and hair. All perfect for her perfect little image. A scoff nearly escaped him as his mind went back to his story. The murderer came across a girl, and this must be her. That made him the murderer. "Your hair..." he recited the lines of his novel as if they were his own. "There is a leaf in it." He waited patiently for her response, but he already knew it. However, he was going to make an edit here. Elsa would be a fine victim; however Aiden wasn't a murderer. Was he?

Mason hurried off to school without his bike protesting too much. He rode it to the bike rack and attached the lock quickly. With a sigh, he entered the semi empty halls. More people would be coming soon and the halls would be a jumbled mess of laughter and confusion. He went to his locker and looked a few down. Kris' locker was there and just beyond her's was the very unusual Chase. He looked across, checking his memory. He knew everyone's locker; every face and name. He did this simply out of interest. Simply out of boredom. He hardly talked to anyone around here, and yet he still knows everyone. His eyes hesitated on a locker and eventually he simply glared at it. Whose locker was that? His mind raced over all the faces and names but none stood out to be the owner. He stood there, waiting. He would idly chat with anyone just for an excuse to learn of the person who used that locker.

[[Okay so the gray letters up top is what is written in the story and must come true. Of course I am giving you some freedom etc. Also, when he gets a little power hungry, each of your characters will realized something is wrong. You are all doing things you would never do. Furthermore, everyone should know about the murders that have happened. It is a big deal for this town to have 3 murders in one month. Tension is high]]

[nyctomancy]

If you actually made that a book and published it, I would read it. ]

chase russ wilhet - fifteen - location;; the street - tagged;; open
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" His mother fussed over and over again, her limpid blue eyes filled with a wavering concern. She didn't even seem to mind that her son would be late to school, just that he would be supervised on the ride to the building.

"Yes ma!" Chase huffed grumpily, a bit miffed that she had interrupted his private thoughts. Ever since the bodies had started showing up around town, Chase's already-protective mother had tightened her reins. She had restricted all of his out of school activities, [not that there was many to restrict] to an extent where Chase knew he would be called a 'mama's boy' before soon. The teenager had endured a lot of nicknames throughout the past years, but he wasn't about to stoop that low. In fact, the only reason she probably wasn't driving him to school nowadays was because his learning establishment was barely more than a quarter of a mile from Chase's house. Quite duable, with use of a bike. Even if the hill was a bastard to get back up upon closing hours, it kept the lithe boy in shape.

Chugging down the last of the delicious carbonated apple drink, Chase ran for the door, grabbing the backpack that had been laid down beside the frame. Within it, were the immaculately organized school supplies, each separated into a different section depending on the time of use. After checking to make sure his extra pair of gloves were in the front pocket, the teenager ran for the joint garage, almost tripping over his size-to-big shoes in the process. He was still unsure of why his mother purchased such large accessories. Wasn't she aware that it wasn't likely Chase's feet were going to go up a size within the next few years?

"Be careful sweetie!" His mother called out from behind him, noticing her son's departure on his crotchety, old, green bike. Honestly, the woman buys him new shoes when they are unneeded, yet doesn't have the cash to spare for a bike that was practically falling apart? Such thoughts set behind him, Chase pedaled down the hill towards the school, praying he would make it before the final bell rang.