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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"I'm from the army, what do you expect?" Blake asked sarcastically.

(Btw this is by no means trying to degrade veterans or anything, he is making a joke off of the stereotypes set on people who join the army/navy.)
"I don't know what to expect, sir. But I need you to apologize to me and my shoes." Aisling said seriously. "Once you do that, you must apologize to your mouth for making it say a curse, and then I'll apologize to you. Though you did approach me and scared me, so I don't really have anything to apologize for."
 
Malachi crept down the hall, his body tensed up from the voices of people on the other end of the hall. He would avoid heading that direction, since if there were a monster to appear, they’d surely get trapped in the tight space. He passed the out-of-service elevators and reached the stairwell. A middle aged woman came rushing up the stairs in a panic, her face in a cold sweat as she avoided making eye contact with Malachi. “Hey, miss? You oka-” he was cut off from a rattling roar and heavy steps that echoed up the stairs. The woman didn’t stop, mumbling ‘monster’ over and over as she ascended up to the next floor. He cursed under his breath, clenching the knuckles even tighter than he already was. It’s coming up here... Would he be capable of fighting off one of the monsters long enough to escape? He’d seen images of them online, but they all came in varying shapes and sizes. Hopefully there’s just one for now..
 
(Aww, he be blushing. XD<3)

"Ah, I'm just teasin'." Jean said, her smirk growing wider at his blush. She stuck out the hand that wasn't holding the knife. "I'm Jean, nice to meetcha."

Zayne relaxed, the red in his face fading. She seemed nice enough, and surprisingly friendly. The few people he had previously run into were always too rushed to make conversation.
He hesitated, before sticking his hand out. “Zayne,” he replied, giving her hand a quick shake.
 
Sarah screamed as the door splintered. She ran, throwing the window open she edged along the stone windowsill. She saw a vine that crawled up the side of the building. Grabbing on she swung out away from the window, the vine snapped and she fell. Plummeting she hit the ground “Oof” she cried, she couldn’t stay out here. It was too dangerous.
 
Name: Atara Jelison
Age: 23
Gender: F
Personality: she was a bright child at school and used to be strong and confident. Now she is quiet and keeps to herself. She had a boyfriend but he was killed after becoming a monster. Now she avoids people and hides out in her very safe apartment.
Description: she has waist length brown hair and a health condition which gives her purple eyes, people shy away from her so she has low self esteem not that anyone really cares. Has no friends (yet)
Quirks: she has violent purple eyes that are part of her health condition.
Other: lonely. Needs a friend or two and is missing her boyfriend terribly
 
"I don't know what to expect, sir. But I need you to apologize to me and my shoes." Aisling said seriously. "Once you do that, you must apologize to your mouth for making it say a curse, and then I'll apologize to you. Though you did approach me and scared me, so I don't really have anything to apologize for."
"No." Blake said firmly. "I came over here to make sure you were okay, and you ended up throwing a shoe at my head. I think I had a full right to curse."
 

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