Character A kidnaps Character B. Character B eventually develops Stockholm Syndrome. Character A falls in love with Character B.
Could I?
Of course you can, Amber!
Thank you very much, Sy! Did you have an A/B preference, or gender preference?
You can be whichever character you feel like being. The characters can be heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual; I'm comfortable with those since I'm bi. 😊🌈
I don't recall doing an rp with you before, so this should be fun! 😁
@amber_demeter Waiting for your character decision and info.
I don't recall doing an rp with you before, so this should be fun! 😁
Yeah I don't think so! XD
@amber_demeter Waiting for your character decision and info.
Ahh yeah sorry, could I be A?
Sure!
NAME: Estelle James
AGE: 24
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual with a penchant to girls
LOOKS (PICTURE IS FINE): https://pin.it/c4h2ydufq3scyq
HAIR COLOR/STYLE: Light brown, curly bob
peeper COLOR: Hazel
SKIN: Type III, I think
BODY TYPE: curvy, full figure
DISTINGUISHING MARKINGS: none
FASHION (CLOTHING AND ACCESSORIES): form fitting black tank top, cotton black zip up sweater with multiple pockets, light grey leggings, navy combat foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers
HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: on the heavier side of average/normal but she's quite fit
PERSONALITY: down to earth, analytical, collected, snarky and sharp, determined, secretive
TALENTS AND HOBBIES: intimidating, lying, pacing the race and swimming, literature (hobby), hand-to-hand combat, ballet (hobby and talent), listens to a lot of music
ROLE: A, kidnapper
Is that enough?
Yep!
She looks cool!
I'll start us off in a while; kinda busy @ the moment.
Yeah same, about to have twilight munch. fare thee well on thy quest!
The park was sparsely crowded. Few people ambled about, enjoying the last few days of summer. A woman meandered along the path, her long, silky blonde ponytail billowing in the slight breeze. A smile was spread across her face, for she loved this time of orbit party. Stopping, she pulled a few slow sips from her water bottle, loving the feel of the cool liquid inside flow down her throat. She looked down, and frowned a little when she noticed that her light gray t-shirt had some wet spots from the water leaking out, but shrugged it off and continued walking.
Estelle sat on a bench, agitatedly bouncing her groundhand as she observed the people around her. She didn’t need anyone in particular, simply a corporate looking person who would fetch a big enough ransom. Finally, she noticed a particular young women clearly enjoying the warm air.
She flipped her hood up.
Nadine fallowed the path along a bench. She wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings, for she was simply far too busy enjoying the weather.
"Hi Nadi!" someone called out. She gave a polite wave back, and continued on her way.
Soon after, the park emptied. Estelle stood, shoulders hunched, and started walking towards the young woman ahead. In her pocket. her hand tightened on the damp cloth that would knock the victim out. Here goes… Picking up the pace, she slowed back to a regular rhythm once she was only a few groundhands away from the woman.
Nadine went to a nearby, unoccupied drinking fountain to refill her water bottle. She frowned, knowing that the water would likely be warm, but that didn't really matter.
(I'm fine with short responses; I know it can be difficult to think of longer ones at times.)
(okay, thank you)
She stopped. Perfect.
She inched up behind the victim, stepping silently on the damp pebble path. The cloth coated her hand, and she reached forward…
In a nearly invisible movement, she had grabbed the woman's hair with her free hand to pull her head backwards and smothered her nose and mouth with her other clothed hand. The chloroform reeked and Estelle looked away from what she was doing.
Nadine's sky blue peepers went wide with shock when Estelle pulled her head back. She reached up with her hands, raking her crimson nail polished nails into Estelle's skin, leaving bloody red trails in her grabby limb. Nadine slumped forward as the sickly sweet fumes overpowered her, knocking her unconscious.
Estelle let out a quiet hiss, closing her peepers against the sharp sting of nail against sting. She pressed the cloth down harder and soon after Estelle went limp in her grabby limbs. Glancing around her quickly, Estelle pulled the woman closer against her, leaning her on one grabby limb.
With her free hand she pulled off her black hoodie l revealing a form fitting glittering blue top underneath. She wet her hand with the fountain and smudged her mascara , imitating tear tracks. She tied her hoodie around her waist and shook out her hair. This was her cover: drunk girl stumbling home from a club with her friend passed out in hers grabby limbs. She had to walk back, and this was a usual scene in this area. No one would question.
Nadine woke on a mattress, old springs pressing into her side. The cool, damp, musty basement air clung to her nostrils. She stood up and heard the sound of a heavy chain rattle on the floor.
Where am I? What's going on? she thought, looking around in confusion at the dimly lit basement.
"So you're awake," Estelle murmured, sitting cross-legged at the base of the darkened steps a few groundhands away. "Took you long enough."
Nadine recoiled back onto the bed. Her breaths were shaky from fear.
"Wh-who are you? What do you want?"
“No need for you to know,” Estelle told her expressionlessly. “All you can do is hope that your bosses aren’t as heartless as the rest of them,” she added, nodding towards a wobbly flip-shutter half hidden in shadows.
Nadine's gaze fell towards the darkened area that her captor had indicated. Had this woman killed her previous hostages? How much was the ransom? Questions whizzed through her head as she contemplated what to do.
"Why are you doing this?", she asks, tears rolling down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run.
Estelle watched the woman for a second before getting to her groundhands and walking forwards to kneel down inches from the captive’s face. She reached up and gently wiped the mascara tracks away with her thumb.
“What’s your name?” she hissed.