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 NSFW/Explicit  Dark/Violent  Slice of Life  Supernatural/Paranormal Death Waltz (KittyCantEven & meagafrog)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by KittyCantEven, Apr 9, 2019.

  1. KittyCantEven

    KittyCantEven Da Box Denizen Member

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    "This is not a happy story...there will be no shinning hope...no salvation. Darksouls descend as they get lost in one another-" Murasaki sang softly to himself as he prepared for his gig, pinning his long plaits securely in an intricate updo. No need for makeup to complete his traditional geiko appearance, being ghastly pale with black tattooed lips. His elaborate kimono worn right over left. He licked over his teeth, tonguing his dull acrylic fangs as he looked at himself in the mirror.
    There was a gloom about him that didn't used to be there. Things weren't the same, he glanced at his hot pink cellphone that sat on his vanity table. The phone had childish doodlings on it of unicorns and other cutesy things drawn in black permanent marker. His long thin fingers gently caressed the phone as he lost himself in thought.
    A knock at the door drew him back to reality and he abruptly picked his phone up and tucked it away in his instrument case after picking up his guitar which matched his phone. "Lets go Baby." he uttered as he carefully made his way out of his dressing room.

    The club was dark and crowded, some goth targeted dive bar having a night of live performances. It was the end of the line for many musicians, a point of no return, you either do well or get dropped. Murasaki breathed deep as his manager approached him. How he longed for something to take the edge off. Was it even worth it to keep trying?
    He was soon backstage with the rest of his small band, he had joined them for this gig since their regular guitarist bailed on them. His purple gaze trailed over the nervous youths. What am I doing here? The rest of the group wore black, modern clothing with lots of straps and bits of metal. They would be on soon.
     
  2. meagafrog

    meagafrog Wild Member Member

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    Golden eyes scan the contestants backstage and lands on Murasaki looking spaced out. Setsuna approaches lightly pushing her hair off her shoulders. "Nervous? It's alright, I heard your band practicing the other night it wasn't bad." She assured eyebrows raised looking the whole band over. "Besides worst case scenario, you could always visit the bar." She then peeks at her clipboard and signals the Mic host to get situated. "Well, good luck everyone." walking offstage in a rush to order the lights guy around she waves to the contestants.
     
  3. KittyCantEven

    KittyCantEven Da Box Denizen Member

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    Murasaki nodded absently to Setsuna's words, finding little comfort in hearing the group he was to play with was decent as their turn came. They weren't bad, but they weren't great. The lead vocalist faltered and Murasaki picked up the slack without missing a beat. Although it saved their performance, it turned out to be a move that bit him in the ass. Once they were off stage Murasaki got an earful of ingratitude before the group bustled off.
    "...fuck them." He uttered as he made his way to his dressing room. A few people that recognized him from a group he'd been with a year ago followed him, chattering as he ignored them.
     
  4. meagafrog

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    Sounds of chattering filled the outside of the dressing room as he heard someone approach. A figure manifests in the corner of the dressing room then fades when the door swings open. forming again the figure manifests in the mirror for only one soul to see. "Come...closer." The shadow's voice was airy like the wind as it whispered for only his ears to hear. "here...."
     
  5. KittyCantEven

    KittyCantEven Da Box Denizen Member

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    Murasaki sighed softly when he had finally made it to his dressing room and managed to get in and shut the door without anyone slipping in with him. His purple gaze lingered on the shadowy figure in the mirror, turning his head only slightly to look to where the source should have been. "What do you want?" he uttered softly, his tone quiet defeat heavy in his words. This wouldn't be the first time he'd seen things that weren't really there.
     
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    meagafrog Wild Member Member

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    "Come here....To me.." the airy voice grew into a stronger whisper, The figure formed eyes in the mirror. "Say it... my name..." the white eyes expressed as the voice started fading out again. "please..." it mutters as it's voice is covered up by the sounds of the people outside of the dressing room other bands talking loudly and fans laughing. The noise makes the figure fade into the light of the dressing room as they flicker.
     
  7. KittyCantEven

    KittyCantEven Da Box Denizen Member

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    Murasaki was unnerved by the familiar occurrence. It had been awhile. He got his things put away as he listened to the ruckus over the speaker. Not bothering to change attire, he collected his things and headed outside.

    The night air a crisp chill that made the tears on his face sting a little. Murasaki withdrew his phone from its place of being tucked securely in the front of his obi and sent a text. Message sent he ended up dwelling on thoughts as he stared at the background picture. A prompt reply drew him from his thoughts and he tucked his phone away after reading the message.
    Suddenly aware of his surroundings he took a deep ragged breath, a small cloud billowing forth as he gave the parking lot a sweeping glance. "...what am I doing." He asked himself, the words barely made audible. Clutching his guitar case he moved toward the sidewalk, his ride should be there soon enough.
     
  8. meagafrog

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    Cleaning up after the show Setsuna decided the rest can be taken care of by her stage crew. She grabbed her coat and got caught up in a couple of people's conversations asking for their place as the next gig. shooing them all away she takes a bottle of Merlot from the bar and heads out the door. Walking up to her car she see's Murasaki gazing down at his phone by the sidewalk. "hey you need a ride home?" she called out to him, wine bottle in hand nails to match.
     
  9. KittyCantEven

    KittyCantEven Da Box Denizen Member

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    Murasaki looked over to Setsuna with his tearstained face. "Uh, no. A friend's coming." he replied softly, words nearly failing him.
     
  10. meagafrog

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    She see's the expression on his face and her face softened. "Oh ok...Are you alright?" She found herself adding, looking at the tear stains that surrounded his eyes. A cold breeze shudders through her coat making her close it.
     
  11. KittyCantEven

    KittyCantEven Da Box Denizen Member

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    The breeze caused the decorative pins in Murasaki's hair to jingle softly. Shifting he glanced to the street before looking back to Setsuna, "No, not really." he sighed to himself. He really didn't want to go back to the place he was living, and certainly wasn't eager to see the friend that he was waiting for.
     
  12. meagafrog

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    Setsuna leaned against her car for a moment looking at the bottle in her hand then straightened up. "Well, looks like you need this more than me heh..." She eyed the bottle and walks over to Murasaki. "Here, a gift from me to you... It won't solve your problems but it's damn tasty wine." She places it in his hands. "If you need a ride next time, I'm always around." Setsuna's pale hair falls into her face some and she brushes it away with her fingers. "Take care...Murasaki." She waved. The lights of the parking lot lit up their faces and started to blink one of them going out. As she walked away the cold wind picked up again.
     
  13. KittyCantEven

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    Murasaki thanked her, more out of courtesy than gratitude as he gripped the neck of the bottle with his free hand. His purple gaze lingered after Setsuna, his attnetion being snatched away by a brief honk from a car that had pulled up in front of him. The passenger door opened, "Hurry an' git in." called the driver, their words mangled by a thick Swedish accent.

    Senses returned to him Murasaki promptly put his guitar and the bottle of wine in the back seat before getting in the front passenger seat. Not a moment later the car pulled away driving off down the street.

    Once to the place Murasaki was currently calling home he retreated to his room with his guitar and the bottle of wine. He set his phone on his bed before proceeding to remove his intricate attire and take his hair down.
     
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    The entity admired the view like he always does, as a smokey figure against the closet door. Watching with great longing to be known he sighs. "Over here..." the sweet whispers from darkness hummed. the manifestation outlined the look of where a head should be.
     
  15. KittyCantEven

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    Murasaki resisted looking to the source of the voice as he straightened his hair, draping it over his left shoulder. His milky flesh made a perfect canvas for the tattoos and scars that covered his thin body. His chest is dominated by a large tattoo of a realistic stake being driven into his heart. Each of his arms has an old but nasty looking scar, clearly caused by the same blade, the one on the right is just below the elbow joint on the meaty part of the inside of his forearm the blade had clearly stabbed through a thin layer of muscle, on the left the scar rests on the uppermost of his bicep the blade having met bone left a smaller scar. On his back there is an elaborate tattoo of a staff that leads up his spine to a fanged skull, scythe blades curve wickedly to each side under his shoulder blades, giving them the illusion of movement when his shoulders move. His hips and thighs are adorned with whimsical vines of forget-me-nots that curl into hearts shapes framing his genitals. On the back of his left calf there are more old scars, these clearly made with the same blade that left the scars on his arms, there are 4 clear stab wounds, one looking particularly more gnarly than the others, it is because of this wound that he has a limp made more obvious when not hidden under the layers of his kimonos.

    He looked to the bottle of wine, it had been months since he'd had anything. Shifting he draped his long locks around his shoulders like a scarf and pulled on a pain of black pants before leaving the room, bottle in hand. Murasaki made sure not to dray attention to himself as he searched the kitchen for a corkscrew. Sounds of his friend up and moving around drove him to slip away back to his room, the corkscrew clutched tightly in his hand.

    "Damn..." he breathed softly as he sat on his bed, looking his now bleeding hand over. Frowning softly he focused on uncorking the bottle, tossing aside the corkscrew with the cork stuck on it before drinking deeply from the bottle.
     
  16. meagafrog

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    The entity against the closet door shifted places near the mirror, he makes the lights in the room flicker. "I am here... look at me.." The quiet voice threw out into the room the end of the sentence fading. With lights shining much brighter than normal one grows hot and explodes. The noise making the entity fade away a letter burns into the table holding the lamp. *M*
     
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    Murasaki winced when the bulb popped. He shakily set the bottle aside as he moved close to the table. His fingers gently traced over the letter, attention caught on some of the fine broken glass from the bulb. With a shake of his head he gabbed as small wastebasket and set about carefully cleaning up the glass. "Not real..." he whispered to himself, it was what he'd been told for years. "...just, a power surge or something." he mumbled, finding it harder and harder to believe the these occurrences were all in his head.
     
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    Getting some reaction from Murasaki the entity took it as progress. "Say it...my..name..." He whispers more persistently than he has ever been. "hear...me" The voice was heard louder but was not found anywhere in the room. Just then a knock was heard at the door and brought the room to silence once more.
     
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    Murasaki had just stood still staring at the burned M while he listened to the voice. At the knocking he shook his head, "Go away Dirk!" he growled forcefully as he dropped the wastebasket on the floor and returned to the bottle of wine. He sank down on the floor, his back against the side of the bed.
     
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    The knocks went off again but this time louder and more spaced out. The silence following.
     

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