The Texan Queen
10-22-2015, 09:45 PM
[M] This is a MATURE rated RP for graphic scenes, language, sexual references, dark themes and so on. [M]
THIS ROLE PLAY WILL CONTAIN VERY DARK THEMES SUCH AS MURDER, RAPE, INCEST, EXTREME GORE, TORTURE AND OTHER SIMILAR ELEMENTS. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT PLEASE DO NOT JOIN AND IF AT ANY TIME DURING THE RP YOU BECOME UNCOMFORTABLE YOU ARE FREE TO GO NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
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Link to the OOC. (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=76265)
A few months ago…
News vans, police cars, eager news reporters and the flashing red and blue lights crowded the small street of a once peaceful neighborhood. Curious neighbors strained their necks to try and see past the yellow caution tape and get a peak at what was going on inside the house. Detective Randy Hausmen (http://www.uniquely-portland-oregon.com/images/grimm-detective.jpg) stepped up to the yellow tape and scanned the small crowd of people before him.
“Alright folks! I’m going to ask you nicely to go home unless you have any information on what happened here last night and if you don’t know what I’m talking about…then you shouldn’t be out here, you won’t be of any use to us, you’ll just get in the way. Go back inside and hold your loved ones close,” His voice boomed over the gossiping whispers and silenced the crowd. They hesitated but they eventually started to back away from the crime scene and head back to their own homes. Only a handful of people remained, the Detective assumed that they had information for them so he motioned for one of the cops to come over and start questioning them. He hung back so he could listen to the questions, make sure they would suffice for now, made sure names and contact info was taken before heading back towards the house.
He imagined that this house once brought a warm feeling to all those who entered it. The manicured lawn with the beautiful garden wrapping around the front porch, the pristine white drive way, and the cute welcome mat by the front door showed that these homeowners took pride in their home. Walking through the open door he was hit again with the strong smell of blood and death. Taking in a deep breath to steady himself he called out for his partner to follow him, the young blonde quickly excused herself from the conversation she was having and joined her partner.
“Let’s get started in the kid’s bedroom,” Randy had to force himself to say where they would start. He hated dealing with all murder cases, but when children were involved it just made it harder to deal with. The two Detectives entered the first bedroom on the first floor, the youngest child in the home. The blood from the body seemed to make an elaborate pattern on the floor and walls, the kids organs were strung about in the same fashion as the blood. Randy knew that the killer thought this scene looked like a work of art, everything was placed in a certain way, the blood spattered perfectly, but to Randy it was a horrific scene of a child’s life ended too soon. The Detectives took pictures of the crime scene, took notes for themselves and examined everything in the room before moving on to the living room. The daughter of the family and her assumed boyfriend were the next victims. Pools of blood soaked the living room floor; the blood was coming from the two decapitated bodies lying in the middle of the floor. Their clothes ripped off of them violently, their bodies bruised and sliced up, and their genitals showing signs of rape, but their heads were nowhere to be found.
“Hey boss?” The young blonde called out from the kitchen. Randy scribbled his last few notes in his journal before heading into the kitchen. The first thing he saw was the heads of the victims from the living room. The heads were resting on the counter with knives going through the skull. The words ‘putrid whore’ was written across the girls face and ‘dirty cunt bubble’ written on the boys.
“Jesus,” Randy muttered to himself as he rubbed his temples. They moved upstairs to the last room belonging to a child. This one was the oldest out of the three kids. His body was splayed out on his bed, multiple slice wounds, his penis was cut off and the wound appeared to be cauterized with some heat source and the young man’s scalp was missing. Randy turned away from the gruesome scene and headed towards the guest bedroom, bloody hand prints were smeared on the door and bloody foot prints surrounded the entrance. Family friends had come into town and they were staying here, bad choice huh? The wife was tied to the desk chair, a cross drawn on her forehead, a bullet hole rested in the center of the cross. She had some scratches and bruises on her body, but what really alarmed the Detective was the note clutched in her hand. Randy winced at the sight and quickly pulled gloves over his hands and snatched the note from her cold fingers. He skimmed the letter over before tossing it back on her lap, he couldn't stand to read it any longer. Turning to the husband he noticed the body laying closer to the door, multiple stab wounds littered his body and his mouth was stuffed with a ridiculous amount of socks.
“You know what this is starting to look like right?” Randy’s partner asked him with a worried expression. He didn’t need to say who committed these heinous crimes and he didn’t want to. This couldn’t be happening again! It had been years since their last killing, everyone thought they either died or had enough blood to fill their needs. Without saying a word he moved past his partner and made his way to the master bedroom.
The owners of the beautiful home were still lying in bed together. Their wrists and ankles bound by rope and their bodies half charred, thankfully the fire department was able to put out the bodies before they were totally engulfed in flame. Both of their necks were slit and crosses were laid in the middle of the bed. Randy cursed and punched the wall next to him; there was no doubt in his mind who had done these murders.
“The Devil’s Rejects are back.” The reporter tried to hide the fear in her voice but it was obvious that she was terrified to even say the name. “The police have confirmed that the murders have identical trade mark moves for each of the victims and have opened the case back up to catch the family of crazed killers. No one has a firm idea on what the family looks like, just little details. The police urge everyone to protect themselves, buy some form of protection, get an alarm system, don’t travel in small groups, lock all doors and windows. Until The Devil’s Rejects are caught a town wide curfew is in place of ten o’clock sharp. I will keep you all updated as information is released to us, I’m Kathy Moreno with Channel 5 News.”
Present Day
The drive to the cabin was always a peaceful one. Once you got away from the city and on the open road it was such a great drive. The roads were lined with beautiful trees and rolling hills. Cows would stand by the barbed wire fence and watch the cars whizz by as they chewed on their cud. Every now and then you’d see a tractor out on the field or horses running wild in the pasture, it was so gorgeous. It was the perfect weather for a quick road trip too, the sun was out, the sky was clear and it smelt like lavender outside. For October it was still pretty warm out, 80 degrees was the low for the day, but there was a nice breeze to help make it feel more like fall. The leaves never changed from green to the pretty yellows and reds, they just turned brown, crumpled up and fell off the trees, if it ever got cold enough.
Tanya turned off the main road to head towards her cabin. The pavement eventually gave way into gravel and dirt as you got further and further away from the high way. She followed the winding road until she reached the gate to her property; she punched in the security code and watched the large metal gate swing open.
“Man, I sure have missed this place,” Tanya whispered to herself and turned the radio off as she looked around the property as she drove up to the cabin. It had been forever since Tanya had been up to her cabin; she couldn’t believe her family didn’t use it more often. They weren’t into the outdoors like she was, they preferred hotels in the city over their family cabin, but Tanya was going to convince them to spend Christmas here. She just sat in her Jeep for a second and looked up at the cabin, the place she would spend her last spring break. She was excited to spend a relaxing spring break with her friends, but at the same time she was sad that this was going to be their last. Tanya let out a heavy sigh before forcing herself out of her car so she could unload and get ready for her friends to arrive.
Once she was done unpacking and making sure they had enough food and booze to last them the week she plopped down on the couch with a glass of wine. She fished her phone out of her jean pockets and sent a text to the group message between her friends.
Hey losers! Where y’all at?! I’m at the cabin waiting!! The security code for the gate is 1982!! See y’all soon! ;)
“That was so fucking amazing. You all were amazing,” The gruff voice of Collin Lindley caught the attention of his family. They had just finished their eighth murder and it was their biggest one yet. A single rich bachelor was throwing a mixer to meet some ladies and have his boys over. In total there were about thirty people, including staff. It was so exhilarating to sneak around and kill of the majority of people in secret and then to just brutally attack the rest. Collin’s heart was still racing! He stopped and looked back over the foyer to see the bodies lined up perfectly by his son. It was his best work yet. Kyle had such a vision when it came to this kind of stuff and he made his father proud.
“You really out did yourself this time,” Collin said and clasped a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. With one last look and sad sigh for having to leave he led his family to their truck so they could make their escape.
“Once we hit the road we can head out to that cabin we found last year and just relax. How does that sound?” He asked and turned around in his seat to face his two children. They all deserved a little vacation, his family worked so hard and he was so damn proud of them for all their efforts.
“What do ya say, Patricia?” Collin turned his crazed eyes to his wife, waiting for her approval. He knew she would say yes, she loved that cabin. It was out in the middle of nowhere, they didn’t have to worry about being found, the rich fuckers who owned it always kept it clean and well stocked, it was the perfect get away for their family. A peaceful week after a month full of killing, what could go wrong?
THIS ROLE PLAY WILL CONTAIN VERY DARK THEMES SUCH AS MURDER, RAPE, INCEST, EXTREME GORE, TORTURE AND OTHER SIMILAR ELEMENTS. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT PLEASE DO NOT JOIN AND IF AT ANY TIME DURING THE RP YOU BECOME UNCOMFORTABLE YOU ARE FREE TO GO NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
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Link to the OOC. (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=76265)
A few months ago…
News vans, police cars, eager news reporters and the flashing red and blue lights crowded the small street of a once peaceful neighborhood. Curious neighbors strained their necks to try and see past the yellow caution tape and get a peak at what was going on inside the house. Detective Randy Hausmen (http://www.uniquely-portland-oregon.com/images/grimm-detective.jpg) stepped up to the yellow tape and scanned the small crowd of people before him.
“Alright folks! I’m going to ask you nicely to go home unless you have any information on what happened here last night and if you don’t know what I’m talking about…then you shouldn’t be out here, you won’t be of any use to us, you’ll just get in the way. Go back inside and hold your loved ones close,” His voice boomed over the gossiping whispers and silenced the crowd. They hesitated but they eventually started to back away from the crime scene and head back to their own homes. Only a handful of people remained, the Detective assumed that they had information for them so he motioned for one of the cops to come over and start questioning them. He hung back so he could listen to the questions, make sure they would suffice for now, made sure names and contact info was taken before heading back towards the house.
He imagined that this house once brought a warm feeling to all those who entered it. The manicured lawn with the beautiful garden wrapping around the front porch, the pristine white drive way, and the cute welcome mat by the front door showed that these homeowners took pride in their home. Walking through the open door he was hit again with the strong smell of blood and death. Taking in a deep breath to steady himself he called out for his partner to follow him, the young blonde quickly excused herself from the conversation she was having and joined her partner.
“Let’s get started in the kid’s bedroom,” Randy had to force himself to say where they would start. He hated dealing with all murder cases, but when children were involved it just made it harder to deal with. The two Detectives entered the first bedroom on the first floor, the youngest child in the home. The blood from the body seemed to make an elaborate pattern on the floor and walls, the kids organs were strung about in the same fashion as the blood. Randy knew that the killer thought this scene looked like a work of art, everything was placed in a certain way, the blood spattered perfectly, but to Randy it was a horrific scene of a child’s life ended too soon. The Detectives took pictures of the crime scene, took notes for themselves and examined everything in the room before moving on to the living room. The daughter of the family and her assumed boyfriend were the next victims. Pools of blood soaked the living room floor; the blood was coming from the two decapitated bodies lying in the middle of the floor. Their clothes ripped off of them violently, their bodies bruised and sliced up, and their genitals showing signs of rape, but their heads were nowhere to be found.
“Hey boss?” The young blonde called out from the kitchen. Randy scribbled his last few notes in his journal before heading into the kitchen. The first thing he saw was the heads of the victims from the living room. The heads were resting on the counter with knives going through the skull. The words ‘putrid whore’ was written across the girls face and ‘dirty cunt bubble’ written on the boys.
“Jesus,” Randy muttered to himself as he rubbed his temples. They moved upstairs to the last room belonging to a child. This one was the oldest out of the three kids. His body was splayed out on his bed, multiple slice wounds, his penis was cut off and the wound appeared to be cauterized with some heat source and the young man’s scalp was missing. Randy turned away from the gruesome scene and headed towards the guest bedroom, bloody hand prints were smeared on the door and bloody foot prints surrounded the entrance. Family friends had come into town and they were staying here, bad choice huh? The wife was tied to the desk chair, a cross drawn on her forehead, a bullet hole rested in the center of the cross. She had some scratches and bruises on her body, but what really alarmed the Detective was the note clutched in her hand. Randy winced at the sight and quickly pulled gloves over his hands and snatched the note from her cold fingers. He skimmed the letter over before tossing it back on her lap, he couldn't stand to read it any longer. Turning to the husband he noticed the body laying closer to the door, multiple stab wounds littered his body and his mouth was stuffed with a ridiculous amount of socks.
“You know what this is starting to look like right?” Randy’s partner asked him with a worried expression. He didn’t need to say who committed these heinous crimes and he didn’t want to. This couldn’t be happening again! It had been years since their last killing, everyone thought they either died or had enough blood to fill their needs. Without saying a word he moved past his partner and made his way to the master bedroom.
The owners of the beautiful home were still lying in bed together. Their wrists and ankles bound by rope and their bodies half charred, thankfully the fire department was able to put out the bodies before they were totally engulfed in flame. Both of their necks were slit and crosses were laid in the middle of the bed. Randy cursed and punched the wall next to him; there was no doubt in his mind who had done these murders.
“The Devil’s Rejects are back.” The reporter tried to hide the fear in her voice but it was obvious that she was terrified to even say the name. “The police have confirmed that the murders have identical trade mark moves for each of the victims and have opened the case back up to catch the family of crazed killers. No one has a firm idea on what the family looks like, just little details. The police urge everyone to protect themselves, buy some form of protection, get an alarm system, don’t travel in small groups, lock all doors and windows. Until The Devil’s Rejects are caught a town wide curfew is in place of ten o’clock sharp. I will keep you all updated as information is released to us, I’m Kathy Moreno with Channel 5 News.”
Present Day
The drive to the cabin was always a peaceful one. Once you got away from the city and on the open road it was such a great drive. The roads were lined with beautiful trees and rolling hills. Cows would stand by the barbed wire fence and watch the cars whizz by as they chewed on their cud. Every now and then you’d see a tractor out on the field or horses running wild in the pasture, it was so gorgeous. It was the perfect weather for a quick road trip too, the sun was out, the sky was clear and it smelt like lavender outside. For October it was still pretty warm out, 80 degrees was the low for the day, but there was a nice breeze to help make it feel more like fall. The leaves never changed from green to the pretty yellows and reds, they just turned brown, crumpled up and fell off the trees, if it ever got cold enough.
Tanya turned off the main road to head towards her cabin. The pavement eventually gave way into gravel and dirt as you got further and further away from the high way. She followed the winding road until she reached the gate to her property; she punched in the security code and watched the large metal gate swing open.
“Man, I sure have missed this place,” Tanya whispered to herself and turned the radio off as she looked around the property as she drove up to the cabin. It had been forever since Tanya had been up to her cabin; she couldn’t believe her family didn’t use it more often. They weren’t into the outdoors like she was, they preferred hotels in the city over their family cabin, but Tanya was going to convince them to spend Christmas here. She just sat in her Jeep for a second and looked up at the cabin, the place she would spend her last spring break. She was excited to spend a relaxing spring break with her friends, but at the same time she was sad that this was going to be their last. Tanya let out a heavy sigh before forcing herself out of her car so she could unload and get ready for her friends to arrive.
Once she was done unpacking and making sure they had enough food and booze to last them the week she plopped down on the couch with a glass of wine. She fished her phone out of her jean pockets and sent a text to the group message between her friends.
Hey losers! Where y’all at?! I’m at the cabin waiting!! The security code for the gate is 1982!! See y’all soon! ;)
“That was so fucking amazing. You all were amazing,” The gruff voice of Collin Lindley caught the attention of his family. They had just finished their eighth murder and it was their biggest one yet. A single rich bachelor was throwing a mixer to meet some ladies and have his boys over. In total there were about thirty people, including staff. It was so exhilarating to sneak around and kill of the majority of people in secret and then to just brutally attack the rest. Collin’s heart was still racing! He stopped and looked back over the foyer to see the bodies lined up perfectly by his son. It was his best work yet. Kyle had such a vision when it came to this kind of stuff and he made his father proud.
“You really out did yourself this time,” Collin said and clasped a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. With one last look and sad sigh for having to leave he led his family to their truck so they could make their escape.
“Once we hit the road we can head out to that cabin we found last year and just relax. How does that sound?” He asked and turned around in his seat to face his two children. They all deserved a little vacation, his family worked so hard and he was so damn proud of them for all their efforts.
“What do ya say, Patricia?” Collin turned his crazed eyes to his wife, waiting for her approval. He knew she would say yes, she loved that cabin. It was out in the middle of nowhere, they didn’t have to worry about being found, the rich fuckers who owned it always kept it clean and well stocked, it was the perfect get away for their family. A peaceful week after a month full of killing, what could go wrong?