(Just a few things to say before I start... WARNING: Really long intro post coming up. If you have read Bramstoker's Dracula or seen the movie (The movie title is Bramstoker's Dracula a Francis Ford Coppola Film.) then you will understand that I have based this roleplay upon that. Meaning I'll be playing two charries the Count and Mina herself. You did not have to read the book or seen the movie (although this would help because it might get confusing) to join this roleplay. For those of you who have read the book there are slightly more characters left than in the movie; Quincey, Arthur, Jonathon, Van Helsing,Renfield, and Dr. Seward (lunatic asylum doctor) oh and I suppose Lucy. Made up charries are alright but not to many of them.)
The soft pitter-patter of bare feet upon a hardwood floor echoed throughout the sullen and dark house. The figure was silently coming through the house clad in a white nightgown with a ruffled line bottom that slapped at her mid shin with each lethargic step. The sleeves of this were only about two and a half inches thick and quite lacy. The silent ghostly figure happened to be that of Mina Harker the wife of the currently sleeping Jonathon Harker. Her small form was lighted slightly with the beams of moonlight that coursed through the thin curtains hung about the window. The woman's ebony locks fell to her lower back in gentle waves. Why, may you ask, was such a woman walking through the night as if she could find a form of sleep in it? Well truly she was not quite awake rather in a sleepless trance. Her frail pale hands clasped upon the door handle and turned it sharply so that it flung open, with great care she stepped through the doorway and closed the door quietly behind her. She had soon found herself standing outside, the moonlight glimmering on the small porch. The pitter-patter was heard again as the figure continued forth then ceased when foot met soft grass. She was half walking and half jogging her gown slapping at her legs as if asking her to slow down. Another tall dark form appeared seemingly from a mist that had wrapped around a tree just a few yards ahead of Mina. His form grew as solid as Mina's a smile plastered upon lips that were so red compared to the pale skin that was his face. He had dark brown locks and a brown moustache and beard; the beard was quite pointyand small. His locks varied in its length the front hung just below the shoulders and the back hung to mid-back. His eyes were frightening for they now were red and glowed slightly as the light played upon them. His nose high and aquiline, his attire was completely black with a long ankle length coat. The parted mocking smile showed the sharp ivory incisors now in full view as the lips were pulled back in such a horrid, evil grin. Yet Mina was not phased she continued forth green eyes clouded in slight. He opened his arms as she walked in them and wrapped them around her back. Lifting one arm he pulled away a lock from her throat and saw the puncture wounds where he had recently bit Mina. This was her last night he knew she would change tonight after they had exchanged blood unless her husband and friends found another way to stop him in his goals again. His neck arched lowering his mouth to her throat and the incisors settled in the wound tearing open a little flesh that had tried to heal over it. As his lips closed on her skin he drew up the crimson liquid that he so longed for and felt it splash around his tongue. Mina gave a slight gasp and weakly raised her arms to push him away but he held her tight with mind and force. When he was finished he raised his head again whilst Mina fell against his arms hardly awake. He lowered her to her knees her legs sprawled to her left as he stood upon one knee beside her holding her still in his arms. Her eyes were wavering shut when he lowered her head on the grass and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. With a quick movement he cut a wound along his chest with his nail and lifted Mina's head to it. She was still in the trance so there was no need to force her; she just closed her mouth on the wound and took his blood. He held her head with one hand fingers laced through her locks and the other held up her back. The count's mouth fell open with a gasp as Mina suddenly became vicious and bit into his chest with her teeth, which were not very sharp but still pointy. All this time the moon seemed to be the only one witnessing the scene. (d)
(Okay, I now have another reason to read Dracula. When I finish I'll join, okay? Um, let me think. 600 pages, ish, but I don't read much on weekdays, maybe 100 pages per weekday, and about 200 on weekends, so I should be done around Sunday.)
"Although personally I am quite content with existing explosives, I feel we must not stand in the way of improvement."
A shriek of maniacal laughter echoed through the halls of the old asylum. The high-pitched voice seemed to have been emitted from the mouth of a rather ragged looking man who went by the name of Renfield. Small spurts of laughter continued to escape his trembling lips as he fidgeted immensely in the small cell. Stringy brown hair fell into insane eyes as the man looked frantically around the cell and then out the small window. His face was smudged in dirt and held a rather crazy smile.
"...master...he's got her now....yes..."
To anyone but perhaps Dr. Van Helsing it would have appeared that the man was a simple [psychopath and speaking to things that were not there. In all actuality, he was simply under the thrall of the dark lord, Dracula, and praising his master for finally having turned the young girl, Mina Harker. Pacing frantically around his cell his head snapped to the window a few times to gaze into the darkness. A few more insane chuckles fell from his lips as he looked about the asylum before he took a seat in the corner of his cell and suddenly began laughing hysterically. Perhaps it would have been a funny sight had his laughing not sounded so utterly demonic. A slight pause ensued only to be replaced with a repulsive crunching noise as he snatched up a spider and shoved it in his mouth. Once he had swallowed the creature he resumed the maniacal laughter on a slightly quieter level.