forum Red is the Rose // a choose your own adventure rp // Roleplayer spots - 2/2 // 'Adventurer' spots - 3/3 // CLOSED - stalkers welcome!
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@blue_topaz

Emi are you ready to start? I may not be able to start for another two hours or so
I mean, I’ll be on notebook, but the starter I have planned is like five paragraphs and I’m on a tiny phone screen in a car for the past seven hours

@blue_topaz

At the far end of a dim corridor with faded wallpaper and a fraying carpet is a dark, wooden door lined by deep gouges. Once polished, it’s now-dented doorknob bearing the insignia of a rose, it stands un-approached, lit only by the dying light of the lamps fixed to the wall. The maids scurry past it as if it could burst open at any moment, visitors are pushed past without a word of explanation, even the master of the house avoids it at all cost. Only a butler comes by three times a day to leave a plate of food outside the door and take the last, which is almost always still full.

A maid will take in water for a bath once a week, always leaving white-faced, hands shaking. Once a month, the being inside is carefully coaxed out into the hallway and escorted out the front door under heavy guard, the only time it is allowed to leave the house. When it returns, there is a doctor in the bedroom, who leaves before long.

The rest of the time, it lives in the darkness of its mind, flinching away from illusions that hang in the air, scrambling to put distance between itself and the demons within. It is a creature feared by all, the subject of whispers passed down from mouth to mouth, rumours, cautions, warnings, conspiracies. Despised even by the man who fathered it. Labeled a monster.

And its name is Rosa.

(that’s all I have the energy to write for now sorry guys, think of it as a prologue)

@blue_topaz

Write a few paragraphs with your character, preferable lengthy since this is your first post, just.. idk doing what he does

Since he’s a hallucination, then I guess something introducing him, like I did for Rosa

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Her loneliness was crippling. Her room dark and quiet in the night as the stars twinkled from behind a cramped small window in her bedroom wall. It was cold that night, snow falling and a few flakes flitting in through the bars.

Yet something seemed to have floated into the room with the snowflakes, a strange figure that seemed to be a shadow or unreal. As more individual flakes floated into the room, the more the form grew. It was of a handsome man, sitting upon her bed. He smiled with much grandeur, his face tanny and slim.

He laughed and cried with her, though the latter was sparing. He opened his arms for her in almost-real hugs, and pulled her onto the bed in a warm sleep each night. He waited for her by the door of her room when she left for bathing and prompted her to eat food with him. The way he ate was even real. The way his voice purred deeply in his voice when he spoke, and the way his eyes gleamed vivaciously could encapture anyone in their depths…

@blue_topaz

And over time, he slowly began to unravel her. Rosa fell for him, deep into the depths of a love she knew better than to hope for— but it was far too late to turn back. He had caught her in a web of whispered words and musical laughter, and for once, she didn’t want to be free. She wanted to be reeled in further, to lose herself in the depths of….. well, love.

But before she tumbled into his waiting arms, there was a trust that needed to be built. Before she fell for him, there was a wariness lodged in her shattered heart, a distrust. She would be taken, over time, but for now…..

Darkness. There was only darkness.

A darkness in her room, in the shadows flickering against the torn wallpaper, a darkness that spilled in through the window along with the bleak, starless night.

A darkness in her heart, her black, despairing heart, in her broken spirit, reflected in her terrified eyes.

And she was cold. So incredibly cold, from the numbed state of her vicious thoughts to the pale skin of her trembling hands, the same hands that gripped the broken shard of glass she held against her throat.

Snowflakes were drifting through the open window, dancing in the harsh wind that whipped her dark hair in front of her eyes. They settled on her skin, lingering there before melting away.

Rosa shivered, drawing her shoulders up and sterling herself. This is the only chance you’re going to get, she told herself, digging the fractured glass deeper against her scarred skin and drawing a thin line of blood. Scattered on the floor at her knees was the rest of the wineglass she’d destroyed to craft her weapon, a mistake on the servant’s behalf— she hadn’t been allowed to have glass in her room since the night she’d tried to stab herself in front of the butler. After today, there would be no more glass. Nothing more to kill her.

She took one last look around her bedroom, the room she’d been confined to since she was seven years old, a steely determination setting in her faded eyes. Tonight would be the last night. This would be the last hour. Goodbye.. Rosa told the starless night, her lips twisting into a sad smile as her fingers tightened around the makeshift weapon at her throat. But she wanted to say it out loud too, so he opened her dry mouth to speak. “Good—“

She froze, eyes falling on the apparition before her. There was a man, sitting on her bed.

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(Thankkskskskskksskskssks)

…He stayed with her for as long as time. Forever.

“Good morrow,” He interjected, standing up slowly. He smiled a bright, beaming smile thst reflected lightly in the dim lamplight of the room. He himself seemed to shine and radiate with light. He crossed the room carefully over to her, his arms gently pulling her to her feet.

“Good morrow, my good lady,” He greeted again, smiling into her saddened, creased face.