The Rainbow After the Storm (Heavy Rain RP.)

[Nero Sparda]

Form
Name : Shaun. Shaun Mars.
Age: 9? 10?
Job: ~Shrugs~ I'm just a kid
Family: (You can make up some family for your character like I did.) Brother-Jason-Dead Dad-Ethen-Alive Mother-Madison-Alive
Crush: None

[LadyGalleth]

(( ~Nightshade~ pulling double characters! Alright! Just be sure you can handle it. ))

(( Guys, I am so very, dreadfully sorry! It's just I'm going on vacation tomorrow, and I don't want to start, leave, and come back and the story is just too far ahead. ^.^ Sorry...))

[LadyGalleth]

((Guys, Im getting ready to start...but before we start, I need some ideas for a plot. So, if you have ideas, PM me or post it on here. Thanks!))

[LadyGalleth]

(( Guys, we still have three potential spots open. We still need a Lauren, a Carter, and a Grace. You can even add your own character, just make sure that they're in, some way, connected to the Origami Killer case. ))

[LadyGalleth]

(( Bump.))

[LadyGalleth]

((Since everyone but Ethan is on line, do you guys want to start? We're still open, guys!! ))

[GBHORROR]

(You could start out if you want to since you're the owner of the RP. :3)

[LadyGalleth]

((Aw, thank you. :3 Alright. Do you want to do it straight after the game's ending or in the middle of the fight? How do you want to start? I would like your opinion. ))

[GBHORROR]

(Maybe we could start right after the games ending so everyone can jump in easier? It's your choice though. ^.^)

[LadyGalleth]

(( Alright! Here we go. ^.^))

Norman Jayden, the FBI Agent, cuddled up closer in the blanket. He sighed.

Man...I am freezing! He thought. I wouldn't mind going for a nap...or a coma, a coma works, too... He shivered again, and pulled the blanket up over his head again. "If only I could sleep..." He mumbled. Every time the man closed his eyes, he saw the fight. The fight on the conveyor belt...the fight with the man--no, monster-- known as the Origami Killer. How can anyone do that to children?! He thought angrily. Shaun....the FBI Agent soon found his mind wandering to Shaun, a 10 year old victim of the Killer. or at least he would have been.

He rolled over and stared up at the clock. He, then, looked over out the window at the perfectly lit streets of Philadelphia. He walked over to the window and sat down at the hotel's desk. He unlocked the drawer and grabbed the ARI, a pair of high tech sunglasses issued to him from the FBI. "Aw, well...if I can't sleep, might as well get some work done.." He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and slipped the glove over his hand.

(( How was that? I'm nervous again.. ))