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Duck sat on a bench, his pale blue eyes staring at people. He licked his lips, eyes full of hunger. It was the early morning and people were out and about already.
He was happy. Really happy. He was waiting for his next meal. He had a taser and a knife in his pockets and he was waiting until the right moment.
When there was only one person walking by, he took out his taser, and stunned the person and dragged them into an alleyway, and then slit their throat, letting the blood drain from them and watch as they died. Duck started cutting off flesh and eating it. It reminded him of the song he always sang in the asylum and then he found himself sitting up on the bed only to find out he was in a dream.
He stood from the bed and he walked over to the door, starting to knock.
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Wait...
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Wait...
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Three.
Eight.
Seven.
He lost his mind a long time ago. A long long time ago. Duck began to say things.
"Let me out..."
"Can't stand this."
"I need air."
"The walls are closing in."
"I want some flesh..."
"No more oats."
He started to furiously knock on the door, making his knuckles bloody.
One.
Wait...
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Wait...
Two.
Three.
Eight.
Seven.
His knuckles bled to hell practically. He stared down at his feet as he knocked hard, furious, angry. His whole hand was covered in blood as he continued to knock.
One.
Wait...
One.
Wait...
Two.
Three.
Eight.
SEVEN...
He was happy. Really happy. He was waiting for his next meal. He had a taser and a knife in his pockets and he was waiting until the right moment.
When there was only one person walking by, he took out his taser, and stunned the person and dragged them into an alleyway, and then slit their throat, letting the blood drain from them and watch as they died. Duck started cutting off flesh and eating it. It reminded him of the song he always sang in the asylum and then he found himself sitting up on the bed only to find out he was in a dream.
He stood from the bed and he walked over to the door, starting to knock.
One.
Wait...
One.
Wait...
Two.
Three.
Eight.
Seven.
He lost his mind a long time ago. A long long time ago. Duck began to say things.
"Let me out..."
"Can't stand this."
"I need air."
"The walls are closing in."
"I want some flesh..."
"No more oats."
He started to furiously knock on the door, making his knuckles bloody.
One.
Wait...
One.
Wait...
Two.
Three.
Eight.
Seven.
His knuckles bled to hell practically. He stared down at his feet as he knocked hard, furious, angry. His whole hand was covered in blood as he continued to knock.
One.
Wait...
One.
Wait...
Two.
Three.
Eight.
SEVEN...
Magic is rare, but not unheard of. Mundane characters may or may not believe in it. Magical characters may form small and exclusive pockets for study, protection, etc.
Modern
Combat is expected as part of the storyline but it won't dominate the plot.
Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred.
Woah... This looks REALLY cool! 
Can I join please?
Can I join please?
(Sure. PM me.)
hmm I might be willing to lay using joseph
Perhaps this character would work?? This seems very fun ^-^
Dathmach wrote:
hmm I might be willing to lay using joseph
Frost Glitch wrote:
Perhaps this character would work?? This seems very fun ^-^
If you are still looking for people, I would like to give it a try.
(Sure. PM me.)
May I join this as well, if there aren't too many people doing it? I find it really interesting!
(You're good. PM me.)
I'm interested as well...if there aren't to many that is.
(Your fine. PM me)
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