The Monster Inside ***An apocalyptic thriller RP***

Is this a good idea?

  • Yes, you should make some more of these types of thriller RPs!!!

  • Yeah, I guess it's kinda cool, but a little scary for my taste.

  • Nah, too freaky. *bundles in blanket to ward off bad guys*

  • Yes, I think it's a cool idea, but I would prefer if you made other types of RPs.


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Aisling tilted her head to the side. "That's a good question..." Then she straightened up, glaring at him. "And I don't want to hear you cursing unless you want me to wash your mouth out with soap. I'm sorry I hit you with a hard shoe, kind of."
(XDXD I LOVE HER)
"Jeez, girl. I come over hear to see if you're all right, and you hit me in the head with your dang shoe." Blake said dryly. "What a way to say thank you."
 
Zayne’s fingertips hovered just above the doorknob, his other hand nervously gripping the strap of his backpack. He desperately needed more supplies, but the voices echoing through the hall made him hesitant.
Maybe I don’t have to, he told himself, glancing at the broken clock in the corner of the room. It was getting late, and he hated leaving at night. Maybe I can wait until tomorrow. Ah, who am I kidding? I can’t stall for any longer. Zayne grimaced, pulling out a small switchblade and gripping it tightly in his left hand. He took a deep breath, unlocking his door and exiting.
Jean left her apartment, humming a tune as she carried a kitchen knife in her hand. As she walked down the hallway, she saw a guy with a switchblade exit his apartment. "Hey, bro!" She called out.
 
(XDXD I LOVE HER)
"Jeez, girl. I come over hear to see if you're all right, and you hit me in the head with your dang shoe." Blake said dryly. "What a way to say thank you."
Aisling glared at him. "Dang? Dang? I'll have you know that those shoes were worn by mother when she won the World's. More like 'Blessed.'"
She pulled out a bar of soap. "I warned you, and you leave me with no choice." She sighed
 
Aisling glared at him. "Dang? Dang? I'll have you know that those shoes were worn by mother when she won the World's. More like 'Blessed.'"
She pulled out a bar of soap. "I warned you, and you leave me with no choice." She sighed
Blake smirked. "Why are you carrying a bar of soap around in your pocket?"
 
"To teach people like you a lesson," Aisling explained as she broke off a chunk. "Here." She popped it into his mouth. "Now, keep it in there for five minutes. I won't make you do it for 10 because that's my strongest soap."
Blake spat it out to the side, a stream of profanities escaping his lips (Oh my joy this chile 😅.) "I am an ex-army veteran, do you realize how disrespectful this is?"
 

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