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ROCKSLIDE!! ([personal profile] rocksforbrains) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam2012-02-05 09:44 pm

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER



CLOAK AND COVER (C&C-2) THE OPEN RP
(Now with more shitty cropped images!)

-> Treat this basically the same as the C&C2020 open RP or any other open log! Set your thread wherever you want and go nuts!
-> Keep in mind the major change of this universe is that evil is rampant  so feel free to blow shit up or whatev
-> It's cool to wing your character if you don't feel like going back to the meme and filling out your bio
-> NO ONE IS LATE
terrifies: (to cross a line takes a tiny step)

[personal profile] terrifies 2012-02-06 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He was fighting down the uncomfortable feeling that he was far too late. Of course he'd followed the trail as well as he could, but he wasn't a detective, he was a psychiatrist, and as a psychiatrist felt some degree of responsibility towards the man who was currently on his laid-back, intellectual murder spree.

Fear leapt up and twisted in his gut as he crossed the threshold of the warehouse. Fear that he'd fail. Fear of bodily injury. Fear of death. Fear of the death of others. No turning back now, no matter the pounding of his heart that felt like it was leaping up into his throat. No taming that snake inside.

He was knocking on the door. No need to crash in through the skylight, he wasn't here to intimidate.]


Nygma?

[just a little raspy.]

I'm here to help you.
enigmaestro: (Backward glance.)

[personal profile] enigmaestro 2012-02-06 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie's hand froze as it hovered over his computer mainframe. A snarl wrapped over his features, one quick and momentary. He slid his eyes over to the left, nothing his riddlecane (and the blade within). The two knives in his jacket, wrist-ready. Doctor Jonathan Crane knew he was here.

Eddie needed to update his security measures.
]

Doctor. Why don't you join us?
terrifies: (a beaten path of safe return)

[personal profile] terrifies 2012-02-06 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[he opened the door, and stepped in, movements quick and light and wishing once, just once he could do this thing with full control of himself. The anxious performance butterflies weren't exactly helping.

And then he saw the gruesome display of hanging meat and slapped a hand up to the mask's grinning mouth and tried, really tried not to vomit into it.]


Oh lord--Edward. You--you shouldn't do this.