“‘30’ Days.
Is it a long period of time?
Is it… a significant period of time?
It depends on what happens during those thirty days, right?
Well… let’s make your ‘30’ days more interesting.
Project ‘30’ aims to make your boring disgrace of life more colorful with friendly challenges for you to do.
However, because it is still in prototype, we are looking for one specific and lucky participant only.
Interested?
Please answer this voicemail with your real name and the message ‘I’m ready’, and let’s change the ‘30’ days ahead together, shall we?
Boring daily life… will be no more,”
This was the voicemail from an unknown email address sent to you. You couldn’t figure out who had sent the email, all you had, was this file of this distorted voicemail. It was ominous, maybe as ominous as some of the creepy pasta stories you’ve read during your time alone. It was tempting… to reply to the Project, that was. There was no telling what was going to happen. How it was going to end. Maybe, just maybe, that was the purpose of it all.
«For The Brave Participant»
Name :
Age :
Gender :
Physical Appearance :
Personality :
Others :
Notes :
- You may not say to anyone, even family, that you are part of Project “30”.
- You may not say to anyone, even close friends, that you are part of Project “30”.
- You may not say to anyone, even a significant other, that you are part of Project “30”.
- You may not say to anyone, even your pet, that you are part of Project “30”.
- You may not say to anyone, even strangers, that you are part of Project “30”.
- You may not turn back if you desire to join.
- Good luck.
Aki
author’s note
right so… the old one died so I wanted to start a new one since people seemed to like the idea of this one…? idk, all my roleplays are dead so eh…
oh and uh… this roleplay contains things about murder, kidnapping, child abuse, physical abuse, rape, sexual tension, cheating, gore, and all around fucked up stuff so uh… yeah… enter at your own risk
(Sooooo I really wanna do this…)
(Oh hello, fancy seeing you here~! Well, obviously I’m going to say yes to that!)
(Hell yeah!)
Name : Iris W.
Age : 24
Gender : Female
Physical Appearance : A slender, curvaceous build standing at around 5’8. She has a slim face with a sharp jawline and cheekbones, a deathly pale complexion with dark eyes, and naturally full red lips. Her dark crimson hair is around shoulder length and has a slight wave to it.
Personality : Iris is… a complicated woman. She feels a lot of emotions but either doesn’t show them or shows them in a rather strange way. She has been known to put people in a situation where they are likely to be hurt, however she doesn’t want them to get hurt— she just won’t do anything to help them because “natural selection”. If she likes you, she will play somewhat nice. If she doesn’t like you, she’s deceiving and manipulative.
Others : Do not ask her about her past (of course her past is going to be brought up in this and boy am I ready for that hell hole!)
(clap Let’s get started!)
You woke up one day on a rather average and boring morning. The sun outside was annoying as usual and there wasn’t anything else to give you joy, as of the moment. You found yourself being sent an email with a voicemail file attached. The voice in the file seemed to have been a distorted male voice, most likely from a man name ‘Aki’, claiming something about a ‘30 day experimental project’ where Iris was ‘lucky’ enough to have had the opportunity to join. They only wanted an ‘I’m ready’ from Iris it would seem.
Iris fell silent as she listened to the voicemail, then with a shrug she sighed. “I’m ready.” It wasn’t like she had anything else planned for her day.
When her response was recorded and sent through, another email came immediately.
The sender’s email address, although valid, was written in a cryptic text and was too difficult to make out actual words. The message which came with the email was the following…
”Greetings, participant,
I am Aki. You may refer to me as ‘doctor Aki’. I will be guiding you through these ‘30’ days ahead. Now, you might be wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into but fear not, for it’s only going to be a fun time between the two of us and the rest of the world.
Now, for the first day, let’s do something quite simple. Please head outside first. Don’t forget to bring with you a bottle of water and some money.”
The woman stood up from the chair she had been sat in, and made her way to the kitchen to grab her refillable water flask. Now came the difficult part— money. Iris wasn’t exactly a well off person, nor did she have a job. Her room mates, however, did. One of them, a man she didn’t exactly get along with, was still asleep and so she took that opportunity to find his wallet. The wallet had been in his jacket pocket, so she took a large handful of notes and replaced the wallet back in the jacket before making her way outside with her rucksack and items.
What exactly was this person going to have her do? She had come to the conclusion already that ‘Dr Aki’ must be monitoring her, for how else would he know what she was doing, so things were about to become real interesting.
When the woman made her way outside, another email came.
”Great! Now make your way down the street and towards the distant market. There should be some beggars along the path. Give some money to one of them. The amount is completely up to you and how much you care for the lower half of society,” the email read, once again, sent by the same cryptic email address.
With a sigh, Iris tucked her phone into her pocket and made her way down the street. Sure enough she saw the beggars, though she wanted to ignore them as she always did. She hated people who begged for things, to her they were on the same level as thieves. Ironic, since she herself was a thief…
As she passed by the beggars, she took a singular note out of her pocket and threw it towards them, smiling a little as she listened to them squabbling over it while she turned the corner.
When she had tossed the beggars the banknote, another email came with a ding.
”Great! Now make your way to the fruits shop and by some fruits back to your roommate. He can’t go without food for too long can he?” the email stated. However, it would seem like there was more to the fruits task than meets the eye.
Iris raised an eyebrow at that email. The man she had taken money from wasn’t exactly an eating person anyway, and fruit was the last thing he would go near, though perhaps one of her other room mates would eat the fruit. With a shrug, she made her way to the greengrocers and picked out a handful of different apples.
“You look like you need some vitamins, you’re awfully pale.” The greengrocer spoke in a concerned tone before throwing in some other fruits that were rich in vitamin C and D. Iris nodded and thanked the owner for the fruit, paying before leaving the building.
After she had purchased the fruits and paid for them, her phone dinged again. However, this time, the email wasn’t one of a wall of text. It came with a photo and a single word caption— ”Find”
The photo was a photo of somewhere filled with trees which looked like a public park. There was a suitcase in the photo and it was attached to a red balloon. The suitcase was set under a large tree and on the grass.
With a gentle sigh, Iris put the fruit inside her rucksack and went to find the required location. Over the years she’d had plenty of opportunities to wander around and explore the general town she lived in, as well as a few of the neighbouring towns, so to say she was familiar with where she was being asked to go could probably have been the understatement of the century.
The park was located on the east side of town, an area filled with a lot of stuck up rich people and individuals who liked to avoid their taxes— cough priests cough. Iris never liked them very much, the priests I mean, if anything she found their purpose rather quaint and pointless. She thought everyone was pointless…
After making her way into the park, she found the balloon and suitcase. Kneeling down, she groaned upon finding that the suitcase had a number lock. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to know— he’s just going to send me it, isn’t he…”
As she picked up the suitcase, the balloon would soon come loose and had started to float away. About a minute passed before the next email came.
”Now you may notice that the numbers’ code on the suitcase have not been filled in for you and are all set to zero. Don’t be surprised, for these numbers will eventually show themselves to you in ways you might not anticipate them to.
Have a walk around the park, see if you find something out of the ordinary anywhere at all. As a hint, it’s related to water.”
Well that didn’t help. Perhaps it had been foolish to assume that a cryptic person was going to be simple for even a moment.
The woman picked up the suitcase and took it with her as she strolled through the park.
What was she supposed to say if someone asked her what she was doing? It wasn’t exactly normal for someone to wander around with a rucksack and suitcase, especially through a park where you’re likely to be accused of being a pedophile. Rather than focusing on the task she had been set, Iris sat down on the ledge of the park’s monumental fountain and started thinking of cover stories— none of which would ever happen as they all involved ‘family’ and ‘friends’.
By the park’s monumental fountain, everything seemed perfectly fine and correct as it should, except for the envelope attached to the ledge where Iris could see as she wasn’t sitting too far away from the letter. The envelope was a simple one; a blank white canvas with nothing of note. The name on the back of the envelope read ‘Aki’, typed out, rather than written. It was like this man didn’t want anyone to track him down, even if it’s nearly impossible to do so with the information he’s given.
A gentle breeze flew past Iris and swept up the envelope. It was knocked onto the floor by her feet, and only when she felt herself step on it did she realise it was there.
With a heavy sigh and a deep frown, she leaned down to pick it up and set the suitcase on her lap as she opened it. “And he can’t just stick with emails, why?”
Inside the envelope was a monochromatic drawing of what looked like a sculpture of a serpentine dragon along with a male who was the owner of the sculpture or was at least associated with the work of art as he was holding the piece of art, smiling proudly. The year on the photo was written as ’1612 AD’ in black ink. There was a message on the back of the drawing…
”For more than ten years of being told off as an untalented artisan, I’m proud to present my greatest work yet. I’ve poured my heart and soul into this one, knowing that it will be my last. My apologies to the Gods above for the mistakes I have done, for I know I cannot fix them. My sincerest thank you to myself, for never giving up, and to the family, I never had. My love and worry to my nephew who may never find a place in society, for his only uncle of the same name, was a serial killer in the coating of an artist — Mr. Hua, Wanted Crimial, 32”
Iris stared at the photo before reading and rereading the note on the back.
A serial killer disguised as an artist. Let me see that date again.
She studied the date on the photo before narrowing her eyes at the face of the man. “Hua… Serial killer… Well you’re a face I didn’t think I would see again. I’d hoped that the paper articles would have been the last time.” With the gentle shake of her head, she looked at the date again before turning to the locked suitcase. Perhaps if I try these numbers…
1-6-1-2.
Unsurprisingly, the lock did not open at that number sequence. There was more to the problem than it would seem. Soon enough, Iris’ phone gave another ‘ding’.
”You must be tired and confused at everything that’s going on. Don’t worry. You will understand in due time. Now, head back to your room before the fruits sit around for too long. Oh and alongside the way, buy something for yourself to eat. Gotta keep yourself healthy, don’t you?” the email read. A photo was attached to the email, one that was named ‘ThatNight.jpg’.
Upon opening the photo attached, Iris’ phone would vibrate on its own without an actual cause once before the photo showed itself. It was a picture of a girl, a beautiful one for that matter who was tied up in ropes and blindfolded. She laid flat on what could only be the trunk of a truck. There was a caption on the photo, short and simple. ”This one would sell for one hell of a price,”
No other context was given in that email.
“What the fuck…?” Iris stared at the photo before shaking her head and closing her phone. Where was Aki getting these images and why were they being sent to her?
At first Iris thought that this was merely some prank caller person who wanted to cause some mischief, and since she was bored she had decided to go along with it, but now that an image like this had been sent… There was definitely more to this.
She loved it.
She decided to listen to Aki, just this once, and started making her way back home with the suitcase in hand and the letter in her pocket. The woman wasn’t at all hungry, so she skipped the food part and simply went straight home. From the sounds floating out of the open window, all of her roommates were home now. Well this was going to be a fun one to explain, thank the gods she had thought of cover stories.
She opened the door and walked in.
“Where have you been?” A tall, broad shouldered man with wavy ebony hair spoke from the living room. He was laid across the sofa, staring at the ceiling as he tried to make shapes out of the strange design. “You rarely leave the house.”
“I got bored.” Iris shrugged, scowling as she poked her head around the corner. “What about you, Danny, I rarely see you out of bed.”
“I woke him up.”
The voice that spoke from behind belonged to a curvaceous woman with curly brown hair. Her caramel skin practically glowed in the amber lights of the hallway, and her honey coloured eyes narrowed in concern. “What are you carrying?”
Iris glanced at the suitcase in her hand and sighed. “A suitcase, what does it look like, Miss Flower?”
“Please don’t take that sarcastic tone with me, you know I don’t like it.” The woman spoke, shaking her head with a soft sigh. “I assume—“
“Yup, see ya.” Iris started climbing the stairs, ignoring the outraged expression on her roommate’s face as she slammed her bedroom door. Surely they were all used to Iris’ personality by now, they had lived long enough with her.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily is a nice woman and all, but her kind always tend to set me on edge.
As Iris made her way upstairs, her phone would ring again.
”Interesting roommates you have there. I suppose it’s a matter of personal lifestyle. Who am I to judge. Anyways, that photo you saw. There was obviously a meaning to that. Now, search online these words— ‘The Disappearance of Miss Cherlaw, 2001’. Let’s say… it’s not a fun case.”
With a gentle nod, Iris sat on her bed with her back pressed against the wall. The lights were off and the curtains were closed so the room was pretty much in darkness save the glow of her phone. From under her pillow, she pulled out a laptop that she’d taken from Danny a while ago and searched up the case that Aki had mentioned.
Iris was the type of person who would research kidnappings and murders just as a casual pastime, but even she hadn’t gone through the entire record.
“Come on then, what am I looking for?” She spoke softly, clicking on the article.
The article read…
“On the night of December 25th, 2001, twenty two-year-old Cassidy Cherlaw disappeared from her home after returning home from a drinking party with her college friends. It was speculated by the local police department that miss Cherlaw must’ve been drugged and taken from her house.
Security footage showed a black van drive up to her house as two well built men stormed into the unlocked house and came back out with a large black bag which officials have said to be miss Cherlaw’s body.”
Further down the page were photos and security footage of the event. After that, was the discovery.
“On February 13th, 2002, Cassidy Cherlaw was found dead on the east coast of a local harbor. Her body was shot at a pointblank distance as given by the gunpowder on her corpse. After further investigation, her body showed signs of constant sexual activities and signs of fighting, causing officials to believe that she must been taken hostage and raped many times before she was killed. Her corpse had a scar cut into her arm, reading the word ‘angel’.”
