Post by UmbraSight on Aug 6, 2023 0:48:19 GMT
This isn’t home.
She had been at a cafe, hadn’t she? Sakura could remember going for a cup of tea before... before what? She had closed her eyes after the waitress had taken her order, was this a dream then? The view definitely made it seem like that was the case. She was high up, high enough she had a clear view of her surroundings, but this wasn’t any city she recognized. Highrises filled the city for as far as she was able to see, between some she could catch glimpses of bridges swaying in the wind, and below only mist swirling.
Cutting easily through the surrounding buildings, a delicate black spire rose far up into the sky, threatening the clouds above. In the edge of conscious thought, Sakura could feel a pull, a desire blooming somewhere in her heart to reach that spite because there something good was bound to happen. If she could just reach that spire then she could-
Sakura tore her eyes away as she scrambled away from the window, her heart hammering against her chest. This had to be a dream, there was no other way a city like this could exist.
A scream claimed the air and quieted the tumbling thoughts in Sakura’s mind with a jolt. Almost automatically her body moved to the door of the apartment, her hip catching the side of a dining room chair with a scrape. The scream ended with a wet snap.
Sakura pressed her hands to her lips as she took a step back. A new sound, heavy footsteps drawing near.
Not a dream.
Certainly buzzed from some edge of her mind. The footsteps stopped. Was the door locked? She hadn’t inspected the room, has she? The doorknob turned. Hide where could she hide? The door swung open and a man stepped through.
He wore a black trench coat and a black and white checkered scarf speckled with red, the mask he wore was pure white it’s only features the two holes for the eyes and a broad smile across the lips.
He lifted the firemen’s axe he carried, and took a step into the room.
——————
It happened in the blink of an eye, your arrival to this place, and when it was you opened your eyes you found yourself in this landscape of skyscrapers and mist. This sea of buildings fills the horizon, and amongst them all stands a thin black spire which raises up like a delicate stem into the clouds above. The same one you saw in the world you were taken from, before you closed your eyes and you left it behind, still you can’t quite shake the feeling that if you were to reach the spire then something good would happen. Though, know it or not reaching that spire is no easy feat; there is no way to reach the ground and the only way to pass between the buildings are the rope bridges which rock in the wind, and more importantly there are killers roaming these halls.
These men and women wear white masks, and they desire nothing more than to see you dead. Avoid them, out run them, kill them first, it doesn’t really matter what you choose, but know that you cannot reason with them no matter how you try.
Live or die, it is your will that shall decide your fate.
CS
Name:
Age:
Occupation:
Short Bio:
Appearance:
Up to you how long you want to go with the bio, the RP is basically just a slasher survival thing because I want to write weirdo killers so death is always pretty possible.
She had been at a cafe, hadn’t she? Sakura could remember going for a cup of tea before... before what? She had closed her eyes after the waitress had taken her order, was this a dream then? The view definitely made it seem like that was the case. She was high up, high enough she had a clear view of her surroundings, but this wasn’t any city she recognized. Highrises filled the city for as far as she was able to see, between some she could catch glimpses of bridges swaying in the wind, and below only mist swirling.
Cutting easily through the surrounding buildings, a delicate black spire rose far up into the sky, threatening the clouds above. In the edge of conscious thought, Sakura could feel a pull, a desire blooming somewhere in her heart to reach that spite because there something good was bound to happen. If she could just reach that spire then she could-
Sakura tore her eyes away as she scrambled away from the window, her heart hammering against her chest. This had to be a dream, there was no other way a city like this could exist.
A scream claimed the air and quieted the tumbling thoughts in Sakura’s mind with a jolt. Almost automatically her body moved to the door of the apartment, her hip catching the side of a dining room chair with a scrape. The scream ended with a wet snap.
Sakura pressed her hands to her lips as she took a step back. A new sound, heavy footsteps drawing near.
Not a dream.
Certainly buzzed from some edge of her mind. The footsteps stopped. Was the door locked? She hadn’t inspected the room, has she? The doorknob turned. Hide where could she hide? The door swung open and a man stepped through.
He wore a black trench coat and a black and white checkered scarf speckled with red, the mask he wore was pure white it’s only features the two holes for the eyes and a broad smile across the lips.
He lifted the firemen’s axe he carried, and took a step into the room.
——————
It happened in the blink of an eye, your arrival to this place, and when it was you opened your eyes you found yourself in this landscape of skyscrapers and mist. This sea of buildings fills the horizon, and amongst them all stands a thin black spire which raises up like a delicate stem into the clouds above. The same one you saw in the world you were taken from, before you closed your eyes and you left it behind, still you can’t quite shake the feeling that if you were to reach the spire then something good would happen. Though, know it or not reaching that spire is no easy feat; there is no way to reach the ground and the only way to pass between the buildings are the rope bridges which rock in the wind, and more importantly there are killers roaming these halls.
These men and women wear white masks, and they desire nothing more than to see you dead. Avoid them, out run them, kill them first, it doesn’t really matter what you choose, but know that you cannot reason with them no matter how you try.
Live or die, it is your will that shall decide your fate.
CS
Name:
Age:
Occupation:
Short Bio:
Appearance:
Up to you how long you want to go with the bio, the RP is basically just a slasher survival thing because I want to write weirdo killers so death is always pretty possible.
