[ My first starter in awhile! Holy s**t, it's been nearly two months since I wrote up a serious starter. My apologies if it sucks, I really have to get back into writing.
Either gender may respond.
You can be anyone.
The teacher who's mentioned in the end would be interesting, but that would call for you to be a guy.
You may be a demon, or a fellow classmate, whatever you want.
At LEAST a paragraph must be given, or no response will be returned. Grammar is a requirement. Intelligence is definitely needed.
So... Pm me to continued. ]
Second picture.
Rain poured down from the darkened sky, an awfully rainy morning. Nothing changed in the city; the weather was always horrible, always raining, always windy… The city itself was horrible, only a few owned rich houses and the owners were rarely seen out in the towns. Kids abandoned and out lying in the streets, sick from unknown disease and dying off one by one. Families poor and most with ill members that were slowly decaying from lack of nutrition. Lately, sickness had not been the only reason for death. Numbers of murders were reported in the city, people were being brutally killed right in the street, torn to shreds. The sight was sickening, and it was happening more and more frequently. Some are starting to say it must be a group of people, who’d gone insane and decided to kill, but some doubted that and claimed that maybe the sickness going around was driving the people insane enough to claw themselves to death.
No one once thought that maybe, just maybe, it could be fault to something other worldly. Maybe a demon? Or, demons.
Running down the wet streets, came a man, eyes glowing an alarmingly bright shade of crimson as he lunged himself forward, a knife in one hand. Pouncing upon a strangely shaped figure, who snarled and growled underneath him. Pressing his knife-free hand on to the strange creatures throat he smirked a bit, revealing pearly white teeth that shined in the dark as he brought the knife to the beast’s mouth, pulling it around to the corner of his lips before ripping the blade through it’s flesh. Blood sprayed over the man’s pale face, brightening the color of his eyes and staining his dark black hair, making it damp and stringy. It painted over his clothes the more he pulled the knife down, soon cutting it all the way down the floor. It still squirmed underneath him though, yanking the blade from the creature’s disfigured mouth before stabbing into his throat, where he repeated himself and began to bring it around until the blade hit the concrete. At that point, it’s body had ceased moving, slowly seeming to turn to dust underneath the strange man who had slowly began to sit up, taking a deep breath as he rose the knife to his mouth, the creature disappearing completely as time went on. He let his tongue slip past his slightly parted lips, bringing his tongue over the blade as he lapped up the crimson liquid. Such a wonderful taste it was to him.
“And today, yet another body had been found. Clawed to scraps as if by some animal. . .” The man on the news continued, face wiped clean from any emotion as he read off the paper he held in his hands. It was obvious he really could care less for whoever had died. The only way he’d possibly care for the number of murders happening recently were if one of his own were killed, or he himself were under attack. The small black and white TV remained on, but the channel was changed. The sight of the man on the news was sickening, showing such obviously fake sorrow for the death of innocents. Horrible . . .
Flicking open a can of soda, followed by a loud hissing sound as bubbles rose from opened can. A pale hand gripped the dark red metal container, the skin soft and almost as white as paper, pulling the opened soda up to an equally pale set of lips and tilting the can up, allowing the bubbly mixture of chemicals to pour into his mouth. Setting down the fizzy drink after gulping down some of the dark liquid the lanky young man rose to his feet, walking over to the TV and pressing the off button, shaking his head in shame and disappointment. This place was going to hell faster than he expected. He raised one of his hands to brush his long black bangs from his face, revealing a set of strangely colored eyes. They were far to light a shade of silver, even for that of a birth defect, they were just too unusual. Glancing around his room, no more light other then the dim rays coming in through the cracked window, the sun covered by clouds. 7:32 in the morning, about time for him to head off.
He figured while he was here, he might as well attend school. He was young enough for it, so he didn’t see why not.
The school stuck out like a sore thumb in the city. One of the tallest buildings throughout the city, skinny and filled with over 400 rooms, the school covered with so many windows it almost looked as if the building were made with glass entirely. The school, unlike the rest of the city, was beautiful in it’s own way, the safe haven of the town and probably the only reason people even moved here anymore. Not that this town was actually gaining much population since the murders began.
A very rich-looking car pulled itself up into the student’s parking lot, definitely the finest car out of them all as it parked itself in one of the opened slots. The windows tinted black and the seats made of leather, the dashboard a deep gray color and the driver just as handsome as the car. He yanked the key from the ignition, slipping it into his pocket before stepping outside the car, slamming and locking the door behind him. He slung his bag over his shoulder he glanced up at the school, taking it all in. It was actually kind of cool looking to him. Dusting off his uniform, which consisted of black dress pants, a matching black dress shirt with a white undershirt, and a red tie, he began to walk forward towards the school entrance. His black army boots, which went against dress code splashed into one of the puddles as he walked, not really seeming to care as he continued forward, not seeing many people outside. He figured this was a sign that class must have started already, or something to that effect. However, the few that were outside all began to stare at him and his strangeness, looking him over in clear shock and envy.
The walk up to the third floor was a long one; this school should be fatter and shorter, so the students wouldn’t have to walk as much! Jeez! The young man push his hair from his eyes, only to have it slide back in front of his vision as he slipped his way into his classroom, basically catching everyone’s eye and everyone’s breath right in their throats. A bit funny to him. The teacher, a young man, stared at him for a few moments, obviously a shocked as the rest of his students, slowly turning his attention towards the attendance sheet on his desk. “Uh, you… you are the new student I’m guessing…”
“Yes sir.” The boy answered, his tone a bit cold, yet handsome nonetheless. “Oh… Uh… Daisuke, is it?” Turning his head back to the new student, he received a nod in response. “Good, good. Go…. Take a seat, there in the back.” Daisuke let a breath pass his lips, rolling his strangely colored orbs as he made his way to the back of the room, taking a seat before beginning to notice that everyone’s eyes had followed him back there. The corner of his mouth twitched a bit, doing his best to attempt a smile. Only to fail horribly.
“Alright, alright! Back to where we were class!” The teacher shouted shakily, everyone unwillingly looking away from the unusual new student and turning to face the front.
Well, this would be an interesting day.
Either gender may respond.
You can be anyone.
The teacher who's mentioned in the end would be interesting, but that would call for you to be a guy.
You may be a demon, or a fellow classmate, whatever you want.
At LEAST a paragraph must be given, or no response will be returned. Grammar is a requirement. Intelligence is definitely needed.
So... Pm me to continued. ]
Second picture.
Rain poured down from the darkened sky, an awfully rainy morning. Nothing changed in the city; the weather was always horrible, always raining, always windy… The city itself was horrible, only a few owned rich houses and the owners were rarely seen out in the towns. Kids abandoned and out lying in the streets, sick from unknown disease and dying off one by one. Families poor and most with ill members that were slowly decaying from lack of nutrition. Lately, sickness had not been the only reason for death. Numbers of murders were reported in the city, people were being brutally killed right in the street, torn to shreds. The sight was sickening, and it was happening more and more frequently. Some are starting to say it must be a group of people, who’d gone insane and decided to kill, but some doubted that and claimed that maybe the sickness going around was driving the people insane enough to claw themselves to death.
No one once thought that maybe, just maybe, it could be fault to something other worldly. Maybe a demon? Or, demons.
Running down the wet streets, came a man, eyes glowing an alarmingly bright shade of crimson as he lunged himself forward, a knife in one hand. Pouncing upon a strangely shaped figure, who snarled and growled underneath him. Pressing his knife-free hand on to the strange creatures throat he smirked a bit, revealing pearly white teeth that shined in the dark as he brought the knife to the beast’s mouth, pulling it around to the corner of his lips before ripping the blade through it’s flesh. Blood sprayed over the man’s pale face, brightening the color of his eyes and staining his dark black hair, making it damp and stringy. It painted over his clothes the more he pulled the knife down, soon cutting it all the way down the floor. It still squirmed underneath him though, yanking the blade from the creature’s disfigured mouth before stabbing into his throat, where he repeated himself and began to bring it around until the blade hit the concrete. At that point, it’s body had ceased moving, slowly seeming to turn to dust underneath the strange man who had slowly began to sit up, taking a deep breath as he rose the knife to his mouth, the creature disappearing completely as time went on. He let his tongue slip past his slightly parted lips, bringing his tongue over the blade as he lapped up the crimson liquid. Such a wonderful taste it was to him.
“And today, yet another body had been found. Clawed to scraps as if by some animal. . .” The man on the news continued, face wiped clean from any emotion as he read off the paper he held in his hands. It was obvious he really could care less for whoever had died. The only way he’d possibly care for the number of murders happening recently were if one of his own were killed, or he himself were under attack. The small black and white TV remained on, but the channel was changed. The sight of the man on the news was sickening, showing such obviously fake sorrow for the death of innocents. Horrible . . .
Flicking open a can of soda, followed by a loud hissing sound as bubbles rose from opened can. A pale hand gripped the dark red metal container, the skin soft and almost as white as paper, pulling the opened soda up to an equally pale set of lips and tilting the can up, allowing the bubbly mixture of chemicals to pour into his mouth. Setting down the fizzy drink after gulping down some of the dark liquid the lanky young man rose to his feet, walking over to the TV and pressing the off button, shaking his head in shame and disappointment. This place was going to hell faster than he expected. He raised one of his hands to brush his long black bangs from his face, revealing a set of strangely colored eyes. They were far to light a shade of silver, even for that of a birth defect, they were just too unusual. Glancing around his room, no more light other then the dim rays coming in through the cracked window, the sun covered by clouds. 7:32 in the morning, about time for him to head off.
He figured while he was here, he might as well attend school. He was young enough for it, so he didn’t see why not.
The school stuck out like a sore thumb in the city. One of the tallest buildings throughout the city, skinny and filled with over 400 rooms, the school covered with so many windows it almost looked as if the building were made with glass entirely. The school, unlike the rest of the city, was beautiful in it’s own way, the safe haven of the town and probably the only reason people even moved here anymore. Not that this town was actually gaining much population since the murders began.
A very rich-looking car pulled itself up into the student’s parking lot, definitely the finest car out of them all as it parked itself in one of the opened slots. The windows tinted black and the seats made of leather, the dashboard a deep gray color and the driver just as handsome as the car. He yanked the key from the ignition, slipping it into his pocket before stepping outside the car, slamming and locking the door behind him. He slung his bag over his shoulder he glanced up at the school, taking it all in. It was actually kind of cool looking to him. Dusting off his uniform, which consisted of black dress pants, a matching black dress shirt with a white undershirt, and a red tie, he began to walk forward towards the school entrance. His black army boots, which went against dress code splashed into one of the puddles as he walked, not really seeming to care as he continued forward, not seeing many people outside. He figured this was a sign that class must have started already, or something to that effect. However, the few that were outside all began to stare at him and his strangeness, looking him over in clear shock and envy.
The walk up to the third floor was a long one; this school should be fatter and shorter, so the students wouldn’t have to walk as much! Jeez! The young man push his hair from his eyes, only to have it slide back in front of his vision as he slipped his way into his classroom, basically catching everyone’s eye and everyone’s breath right in their throats. A bit funny to him. The teacher, a young man, stared at him for a few moments, obviously a shocked as the rest of his students, slowly turning his attention towards the attendance sheet on his desk. “Uh, you… you are the new student I’m guessing…”
“Yes sir.” The boy answered, his tone a bit cold, yet handsome nonetheless. “Oh… Uh… Daisuke, is it?” Turning his head back to the new student, he received a nod in response. “Good, good. Go…. Take a seat, there in the back.” Daisuke let a breath pass his lips, rolling his strangely colored orbs as he made his way to the back of the room, taking a seat before beginning to notice that everyone’s eyes had followed him back there. The corner of his mouth twitched a bit, doing his best to attempt a smile. Only to fail horribly.
“Alright, alright! Back to where we were class!” The teacher shouted shakily, everyone unwillingly looking away from the unusual new student and turning to face the front.
Well, this would be an interesting day.
