"GOD DAMNIT! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR ALREADY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M KICKING YOUR ASS WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE! WHOEVER YOU ARE!
The boy's voice was getting horse from all the screaming he'd been doing. His hands were raw from slamming on the reinforced door to his room. The overhead light was flickering as he leaned against the door and slowly slid down it. He let out a vicious cough. All the yelling he'd been doing had damaged his throat. He fiddled with the bracelet of his wrist before he staggering to his feet.
He swayed towards the grimy toilet in the corner of his room as if he were possessed. He fell to his knees and attempted to evacuate the contents of his stomach into the dirty bowl. He hadn't had anything eat for the last two days, so it was more just a fit of dry heaving. A thought suddenly occurred to him.
Two days… Has it been two day? It couldn't be more than that, could it?
He'd been getting water bottle on the hour, but he couldn't remember the last time that he had ate anything. On unsteady feet, he stood up, gripping the top of the toilet and trying not to have his legs buckle.
His emotions had been weighing on him since he woke up in the room he's currently in. He was angry at first; furious even. Being kidnapped and held hostage definitely wasn't on his bucket list, but that anger fizzled pretty quickly when he realized he wasn't going anywhere for the time being. He kept banging on the door and screaming at his captors, but the effort was fruitless.
He sat down on his messy bed and stared down at the cold looking concrete floor. He hated looking at the walls. The sterile white walls made him want to puke more than he already did. He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his scalp in an attempt to get rid of his headache. He looked towards the door again and sighed.
"This is a fucking joke."
He stood up again and paced around the room. Back and forth. Back and forth. Over and over again. His breathing quickened and the tightness in his chest was growing worst.
"A fucking joke…" His voice trembled. "A joke. A…"
He turned on his heel's and ran towards the door and shoulder checked it. He then started slamming on the door again.
"LET ME OUT!" He almost roared, his voice breaking as he yelled. "THIS ISN'T RIGHT! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO PEOPLE!"
He kept pushing and punching at the door for another minute or so before the strain became to much and he tried to catch his breath. He felt like his throat was closing up. The air was extremely stale. Despite the hatred festering inside him for the people who locked him up, he couldn't escape the small voice talking to him inside of his head. The small voice telling him that he deserved this. That he deserved to be locked up.
After all, he was a criminal.
He let out a scream as he kicked one of his bed's legs clear off. It flew across the room and hit the wall. The bed banged against the floor with a thud. He kept kicking the bed, his fit of rage not slowing down. He went to the other side of the room and grabbed the bed leg. He skulked over towards the door with intent to maim, but he stopped when he noticed something where he picked up the leg. He squatted down to see what had fallen out of the hollow pipe.
A bullet.
10mm. round. What the fuck is this doing in…wait…what is this?
As he twirled the bullet around in his finger, he turned it over and saw some words roughly engraved into it.
"For Angus"
Great. They know my name. Fucking brilliant.
As upsetting as finding this bullet was, it didn't really surprise Angus. Since he severely doubted the people who kidnapped him just took him because they could, it'd make sense that they know of his title as the Ultimate Arms Dealer. He knew all there was to know about guns.
I'm being mocked.
He put the bullet in his pocket and started hitting hid head off the wall. He despised feeling so trapped. He continued to quietly kick the wall like a chastised child. He didn't have it in him to scream anymore. He was about to go lay down on his now broken bed when he heard the old locks on the steel door to his room unlocking. He thought he was hallucinating for a moment, but that moment passed as quickly as it came, and he sprung back to life; vigor once again inside him.
He ran up to the door and slapped his hands against the unforgiving metal. "Please," he could barely get the words out his voice was hurting him so much. He felt tears welling in his eyes as hope of escape threatened to boil over inside him. "Let me out." The words came out as only a whisper as the door was flung open, flooding the room with more light.
And so, the garbage fire begins. I've never tackled a story like this before, so I'm hoping it'll get better as time goes on. Anyway, welcome to Crimes Against Hope & Despair! This story will focus on criminals and the concept as such. I'll go through the rules quickly.
No Gary/Mary-stu's. I can't stand perfect characters who can do nothing wrong.
Only two characters per person, but I'm going to do my best to only accept one character per person. This may change under certain circumstances.
No characters through the reviews. Those characters will be ignored.
When submitting your character, title the submission "CAH&D OC: (Character's Name)
That covers it for the rules. Now the app.
Name:
Age:
Gender: (The farthest I'll do is nonbinary.)
Ultimate Talent:
Sexuality:
Height:
Weight:
Nationality:
Ethnicity:
Physical Appearance: (Be detailed. Hair, eyes, hair style, body type, anything you can think of.)
Birthmarks/Tattoos/Scars/etc.:
Casual Wear:
Swimwear:
Formal Wear:
Sleep wear:
Personality: (Please be detailed. I need as much to work with as possible. I'm a sucker for a couple paragraphs.)
How're are they a criminal: (This is easily the most important part of the app. This story is all about criminal. Every character in this story has to be a criminal one way or another. I'm very open on how you work that into their story. Are they a know criminal? Do they work from the shadows? What's their reasoning for doing it? Important reminder! Just because they are a criminal does not mean they necessarily have to be a bad person. I'm hoping for some diversity of personalities in the cast, all connected by the thin thread of criminal activity.)
Back Story: (Same as personality. Talk about they got into criminal behavior and how they became the person they are now.)
Likes: (At least three.)
Dislikes: (Same as likes.)
People they'd get along with:
People they'd dislike:
Mannerisms/Quirks:
Secret(s):
Fear(s):
Free Time Event Ideas:
Victim/Survivor/Killer:
Motives for murder: (What would cause your character to snap and seriously consider murder?)
Justification for each:
Mastermind justification: (Would you want them to be the mastermind?)
Reaction to Killing Game:
Reaction to body discovery: (Both innocent and guilty.)
Role in investigation: (Both innocent and guilty.)
Role in trial: (Both innocent and guilty.)
Reaction seeing an execution:
Possible execution ideas:
Quotes: (Just a couple of lines they would say so I can get an idea of how they talk.)
And that's it. I'll get the app up on my profile to copy and paste as quick as possible. I don't have a deadline for apps set yet; probably sometime in mid-October, but I'll keep you guys posted. Until then! I'll see you guys when I see you!
