The Demikhov Experience
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Thread Topic: The Demikhov Experience
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butt
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can you post a character sheet?
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you butt.
mid or long? -
either
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name:
age:
gender:
looks:
physical capabilities:
interests:
disinterests:
fears:
confidence: -
let me think of a badass name
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actually no badass name
name: trinity (trin)
age: 20
gender: female
looks: long dark hair, about average height, slim
physical capabilities:
interests: spirituality, crystals, anything metaphysical, plants
disinterests: anything gruesome or disturbing
fears: death, losing loved ones, people finding out about her old self
confidence: zero -
name: Rebecca
age: 19
gender: female
looks: short blonde hair, short, skinny
physical capabilities:
interests: a lot of old scientists
disinterests: falsehood
fears: being held in a vulnerable situation
confidence: when others are at her whim -
do you want to start?
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nah
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Trin inhaled then exhaled deeply as she sat at her vanity. In the mirror, she observed her Halloween makeup. Black eyeshadow, purple and black false lashes, a little doodle of a bat against her cheekbone. She was dressed up, but not exactly in costume. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself. She was attending a Halloween party hosted by an old friend from high school.
“They won’t even recognize me,” Trin said lowly to herself, almost a whisper. She ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, quite a contrast to her natural blonde. Trin stood up, grabbing a witch hat that was sitting on her vanity. “There. Now I’m a witch,” she laughed to herself. She made her way outside, into her car, and on her way to the party.
The party was located at the friend, Brittany’s house. Since Brittany was going to a nearby university, she still lived with her incredibly rich parents, who were away for the weekend. It was the perfect opportunity to throw a huge party.
Trin walked up the long driveway, as did many other people. Trin spotted a clown, a vampire, an angel, a fat dude in a scream mask. She recognized a few faces, and although she received some glances, no one seemed to recognize her. -
letting out a loud exhale, rebecca sat on her car hood. the cherry on her cigarette dimmed as her hand rested atop her thigh. brittany's party was tonight, and it made her sick. "so many whores dressing up as sluts and guys being f---ing pigs" she remarked under her breath.
jumping off of the hood, rebecca tossed her cigarette into the freshly wet grass. the dewdrops shimmered, and a small sizzle rang through the air. sliding into the driver's seat of her small chevy, rebecca slammed the door behind her. examining herself in the mirror, the zombie makeup was looking good. looks like that youtube tutorial was worth it.
turning the keys, the screeching sound of the engine stalling filled the night. wincing her eyes and rubbing the wheel, she prayed it would start. with a click, the engine roared to life and that little chevy sped off. the stars seemed to stroll along while the lampposts blurred by. it was only a couple minutes driving, small town and all that -
The front door was wide open. Trin walked into the house. It was decorated with fake webs and spiders, skulls, bats, you name it. Trin looked over the crowds of people, spotting Brittany. She was dressed up as either a demon or the devil. Stereotypical. Trin began to approach Brittany when suddenly she felt the air hit the top of her head.
A guy stood in front of her, waving her hat around. “You’re not a real witch, are you?” He smirked.
Trin quickly looked to her sides and behind her to see if anyone was watching. “Look, I don’t really have time for this,” she said, reaching for her hat. The boy pulled the hat away.
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