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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(Oh my joy do you write? Your writing style and grammar and everything is amazzzinggg *fangirls*)
"Thanks." Jean said, plopping down on his couch. "You have a nice place! Normally, ya know, I wouldn't have just come into a man's room alone, but... Considering the circumstances..." She shrugged.

(Thank you so much!! I do a little, but nothing too serious. :p )
Zayne chuckled, glancing around his dirty apartment. “Nice? I’d hate to see what yours looks like,” he said half-heartedly. He was slightly surprised when she said something similar to what he was thinking, but after her earlier comment, he should’ve expected something like that. “Hey, as long as you stay out of my bedroom you’ll be fine.” He flashed her a grin, before rummaging through a cabinet. Pulling out two chocolate flavored protein bars, he tossed one to her and kept the other for himself. “Hungry?” Zayne asked, tearing open the wrapper and biting into his.
 
(I know, me too! XD)
"Of course! Though remember you still owe my shoes an apology!" Aisling called as she walked away.
"Oh." Aisling stopped and turned back, remembering something. "Remember to chew before you swallow the cookie. We don't need any choking around here." Then she turned on her heel and disappeared
 
(Thank you so much!! I do a little, but nothing too serious. :p )
Zayne chuckled, glancing around his dirty apartment. “Nice? I’d hate to see what yours looks like,” he said half-heartedly. He was slightly surprised when she said something similar to what he was thinking, but after her earlier comment, he should’ve expected something like that. “Hey, as long as you stay out of my bedroom you’ll be fine.” He flashed her a grin, before rummaging through a cabinet. Pulling out two chocolate flavored protein bars, he tossed one to her and kept the other for himself. “Hungry?” Zayne asked, tearing open the wrapper and biting into his.
Jean grinned at his statement. He was almost as big of a flirt as she was. "Mine is stuffed with paintings and art supplies. There's not a lot of leg room."
When he threw her the protein bar, she caught it deftly. "I'll never pass up food." She opened the wrapping and took a large bite. "Thish ish good," she said through a mouthful of protein bar.
 
Malachi’s heart pounded in his chest as the monster climbed up the stairs and was soon visible. He was frozen, sweat dripped down the side of his face. I can do this. Just as long as I hit it in the head.

It is too powerful for you, you will surely be killed in this fight— I can give you all the strength you could ever need.

I don’t need anything from you, so just go away.

It is foolish to resist, you are just putting off the inevitable.

Malachi brought up his fists and let out a yell as he jumped at the monster. It had the appearance of a reptile, with scaly green skin, a long tail, and tiny eyes. The only ‘human’ quality that it retained was the bipedalism. The monster let out a shriek at its attacker before they both started rolling the stairs, nails tried grasping for something to hold onto before its back slammed against the concrete floor. Malachi started to furiously pound his knuckles into the head of the monster. The monster scratched and snapped its teeth at the man before succumbing to slow painful death. After a while of smashing his fists into the already deceased monster, he tore himself off and sat down beside it, catching his breath from that intense encounter. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was alive. Not dead. He killed his very first monster, and there were bound to be more. Malachi looked over his bloodied hands and could feel the blood that splattered on his face. It would he appeared he just brutally murdered someone in cold blood, but he doubted those crimes mattered anymore in this world.
(I would totally make a character for Malachi to interact with, but I feel like I'm already RPing with everyone. :( @Cluckcluck1215 @chickenlittle21 might? I'm going to kill of one of my characters anyway, so if neither of them wants to, it'll just be a little while. :))
 
Jean grinned at his statement. He was almost as big of a flirt as she was. "Mine is stuffed with paintings and art supplies. There's not a lot of leg room."
When he threw her the protein bar, she caught it deftly. "I'll never pass up food." She opened the wrapping and took a large bite. "Thish ish good," she said through a mouthful of protein bar.

Zayne raised an eyebrow, peering over at her with a look of curiousity. “Now I’m intrigued. What do you paint?” He asked, finishing his protein bar. He crumbled up the wrapper, throwing it in the bin like a basketball, and then moved closer to her. He sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, fiddling with one of the hoodie strings.
 

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