[COMPLETE]
Who: Mizore & Victims [Open only to those who signed up]
When: June 10th, Tuesday
Where: Purgatorium, Lower Level.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Depressing situations, Murder, Possible Gore.
Summary: Mizore, finally breaking under the pressure of sadness, loneliness, and depression, ends up wandering Purgatorium for several hours, attacking any she comes accross. Some die, some are wounded, and all are pained at the events that transpire.
Notes:Please add a rough timestamp for your character's death or injury, and keep an idea of where the other deaths are occurring that are posted above yours. You are not required to log the death or injury. This is optional.
- [Victims List]
[Roughly 7am, proceeding into the morning]
It was dark... It had been many hours since she had departed from the last computer terminal. Her final moments, final words that she would say before she disappeared, displayed in full, with every ounce of emotion she possessed, left where they could be found. Where she would not be. Where she would not be found. She, perhaps too sure of herself, did not wish to be found. The slightest sound, the faintest whisper, even the gentle movements of dust blowing in the wind were enough to send Mizore into a panic. Had she been found? Surely someone would come for her. The gods, to remove her. Those that had seen her... Interacted with her... They didn't understand her. Not even in the slightest, yet... she knew they could come. She knew to hide.
Mizore, plagued by loneliness, sadness, and even a sense of abandonment, slowly plunged further into depression. Further into paranoia. What was it that she was hiding from? Hiding from everything that said she would be fine? Hiding from those who said she was able to save herself? Hiding from everyone? Or... Was it more? Was she trying to leave? Could she leave? Could she disappear? She had no place, even here, and everything she desired was outside. Outside the walls of this terrible place. But... How?
Nothing made sense. The morning was approaching, but yet Mizore still found herself haunted by the unknown. She had run from it all. What if it caught up?
[9am, closing in on 10am]
What was it? Why... was she even running? Mizore had forgotten what it was that plagued her. She knew she had nothing. There was no one here who wanted to help her... ...They would hurt her. That had to be it...
...She did not wish for more pain. She wanted to disappear.
When: June 10th, Tuesday
Where: Purgatorium, Lower Level.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Depressing situations, Murder, Possible Gore.
Summary: Mizore, finally breaking under the pressure of sadness, loneliness, and depression, ends up wandering Purgatorium for several hours, attacking any she comes accross. Some die, some are wounded, and all are pained at the events that transpire.
Notes:Please add a rough timestamp for your character's death or injury, and keep an idea of where the other deaths are occurring that are posted above yours. You are not required to log the death or injury. This is optional.
- [Victims List]
[Roughly 7am, proceeding into the morning]
It was dark... It had been many hours since she had departed from the last computer terminal. Her final moments, final words that she would say before she disappeared, displayed in full, with every ounce of emotion she possessed, left where they could be found. Where she would not be. Where she would not be found. She, perhaps too sure of herself, did not wish to be found. The slightest sound, the faintest whisper, even the gentle movements of dust blowing in the wind were enough to send Mizore into a panic. Had she been found? Surely someone would come for her. The gods, to remove her. Those that had seen her... Interacted with her... They didn't understand her. Not even in the slightest, yet... she knew they could come. She knew to hide.
Mizore, plagued by loneliness, sadness, and even a sense of abandonment, slowly plunged further into depression. Further into paranoia. What was it that she was hiding from? Hiding from everything that said she would be fine? Hiding from those who said she was able to save herself? Hiding from everyone? Or... Was it more? Was she trying to leave? Could she leave? Could she disappear? She had no place, even here, and everything she desired was outside. Outside the walls of this terrible place. But... How?
Nothing made sense. The morning was approaching, but yet Mizore still found herself haunted by the unknown. She had run from it all. What if it caught up?
[9am, closing in on 10am]
What was it? Why... was she even running? Mizore had forgotten what it was that plagued her. She knew she had nothing. There was no one here who wanted to help her... ...They would hurt her. That had to be it...
...She did not wish for more pain. She wanted to disappear.