Alayne de Avila
de Avila Residence, Bluefort
The light filtered through the windows as the girl opened her eyes. The sound of the music resounded through the house as well as the smell of the bacon and eggs coking from downstairs. There was the sound of someone humming to the music as well, and...
Rouge
Rouge opened her eyes. Blank. The first thing she noticed was how the place was unfamiliar. She is sitting on a chair, inside a room that looked like it had seen better days. It looked somewhat like someone’s house, which puzzled her. She was supposed to be in Murder City, right? What is...
Rouge
Her smile widened a little. "Rhymes, huh? You're like a poet, mister. That seems quite fun." she replied. She walked around the place, looking around for anything she could find. Something sharp or hard enough to knock someone out... something that can be used as a weapon. She had the...
Rouge
The girl didn’t know what she expected to see behind the door. Perhaps she didn’t expect anything at all. As the heat of the moment of breaking the monitor left her, she stepped outside, her blue eyes darting around the place, taking in details and noting things about this new place she’s...
Rouge
Darkness. It hurt. Something was holding her down. At the distance she could hear crying. But it felt so far, so fleeting. She wanted to move. She wanted to get away. But the grasp on her wrist was tight. Too tight. Then she saw red. Someone yelled and cursed at her. Someone pulled at her...
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