[o] 19th Scratch - Doc Scratch [Video]
[When the feed starts at first all that's visible is darkness. The camera adjusts to the low flickering light coming from burning candles set up on the floor in a circle. What kind of room it is, or where, is indiscernible. In the center of the circle of candles is a girl, a young adult roughly eighteen or nineteen years old, tied to a chair.
A tall man dressed in a white tux approaches her. Everything about him is white: pale skin, white hair, white gloves. Under his tux, however, he's wearing a green dress shirt and bow tie. He turns a knife in his hand, grinning down at the young girl before smiling at the camera. He's wearing a monocle as well.]
Greetings, one and all~ What you are about to witness is the coming of paradise, the one true goal of the Order, the birth of God! It has been a long time coming-- years and years in fact. I've only sat idly by, waiting for far too long to summon Him. But now that we have everything, yet have lost everything? I must bring purpose to our meaningless lives. [Scratch adjusts his monocle.] Rose, are you awake yet? The ritual can't begin without you.
[Under a mess of short blond hair, a set of lavender eyes flutter open. It takes more than a few moments for her head to absorb her surroundings, coming to as saliva drips down from her idle, sallow lips. There isn’t much more than feeble resistance against her bonds before she settles back into vacancy. Full consciousness is punctuated by a mouthful of spit projecting onto the ground.]
You creepy old man...[Rose tilts her head back, staring submissively into the camera. Any energy she might otherwise have is completely drained.] Thought getting torn apart to death had subdued your proclivity towards candlelight rituals...[The girl coughs up a bit of phlegm.] How nice...Ahah...
You know...there’s going to be a little more finality this time...W-when they kill you.
[Scratch throws his head back in laughter, a disturbing laugh of someone who isn't quite right in the head. He places the knife under her chin tauntingly.] We'll see about that, you little witch. [He smiles at the camera.] They're going to have one hell of a time trying to find us~
[He slips the knife ever so slightly, making a shallow cut into the skin on her neck.] I've spent all my years searching for you, pulling strings, affecting your life in ever so small ways, bringing you closer and closer to your purpose, to me. Only to get trapped here. Only to learn that we can not go home. So I believe it's finally time to stop pulling strings from behind the curtains and act. [Scratch grips her hair and pulls her head to the side roughly. He leans down and kisses her blood stained neck, pale lips turning red.] I'm going to have fun with this.
[ooc: Scratch and Rose are canon swapped to Silent Hill this week. Oh fun. Feel free to eventually find and kill Scratch.
EDIT: Go to the log over here if you're going to search for and kill Scratch with John Sherpbert!]
A tall man dressed in a white tux approaches her. Everything about him is white: pale skin, white hair, white gloves. Under his tux, however, he's wearing a green dress shirt and bow tie. He turns a knife in his hand, grinning down at the young girl before smiling at the camera. He's wearing a monocle as well.]
Greetings, one and all~ What you are about to witness is the coming of paradise, the one true goal of the Order, the birth of God! It has been a long time coming-- years and years in fact. I've only sat idly by, waiting for far too long to summon Him. But now that we have everything, yet have lost everything? I must bring purpose to our meaningless lives. [Scratch adjusts his monocle.] Rose, are you awake yet? The ritual can't begin without you.
[Under a mess of short blond hair, a set of lavender eyes flutter open. It takes more than a few moments for her head to absorb her surroundings, coming to as saliva drips down from her idle, sallow lips. There isn’t much more than feeble resistance against her bonds before she settles back into vacancy. Full consciousness is punctuated by a mouthful of spit projecting onto the ground.]
You creepy old man...[Rose tilts her head back, staring submissively into the camera. Any energy she might otherwise have is completely drained.] Thought getting torn apart to death had subdued your proclivity towards candlelight rituals...[The girl coughs up a bit of phlegm.] How nice...Ahah...
You know...there’s going to be a little more finality this time...W-when they kill you.
[Scratch throws his head back in laughter, a disturbing laugh of someone who isn't quite right in the head. He places the knife under her chin tauntingly.] We'll see about that, you little witch. [He smiles at the camera.] They're going to have one hell of a time trying to find us~
[He slips the knife ever so slightly, making a shallow cut into the skin on her neck.] I've spent all my years searching for you, pulling strings, affecting your life in ever so small ways, bringing you closer and closer to your purpose, to me. Only to get trapped here. Only to learn that we can not go home. So I believe it's finally time to stop pulling strings from behind the curtains and act. [Scratch grips her hair and pulls her head to the side roughly. He leans down and kisses her blood stained neck, pale lips turning red.] I'm going to have fun with this.
[ooc: Scratch and Rose are canon swapped to Silent Hill this week. Oh fun. Feel free to eventually find and kill Scratch.
EDIT: Go to the log over here if you're going to search for and kill Scratch with John Sherpbert!]