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- Eric Hoffer
..((Our scene opens up in the basement of a seemingly large house. The basement itself is darkened without light, but there is movement. The movement, along with the pounding of ever coming closer footsteps, stops at the head of the camera. A light switches on, and we are allowed a glimpse of this basement. It contains bare whitewashed walls with the exclusion of paintings that hold large eye balls. On the farthest wall from the camera, is a device of some sort. This device has been strapped onto a person. It holds two leather straps, one placed on the torso tugging left, the other on the hips pulling right. The person had their hands nailed into the wall, while being pulled back by some sort of body holding thing. All around the person, like some sort of sick halo, are various sharp objects. The person's head falls to his chest, then lifts back up again. His glasses are askew and tears of pain fall from his eyes. He looks around, wondering for a way to escape. Our camera turns to the feet that were walking earlier. So far we only see a pair of thrice buckled black boots. The camera's view goes up as we notice a pair of red and black stockings, bondage capris, white and black striped armwarmers, (whose hands are on the hips), a shirt that reads "Pretty Evil" in pink letters and finally the head of this individual. This person is definitely female, with her lips pulls back into a graceful sneer. Her eyes are beautifully decorated in dark colors, her long raven hair flowing down her back. She slowly walks up to the person in the device and clasps her hands together. It soon becomes apparent that we've all seen this female before on our television sets. We now identify her as the Germanic Princess, Daffney Unger. She tilts her head as she looks at the person)).. ..::"The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger::.. ..::Person::.. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Person::.. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Person::.. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Person::.. ..((Daffney tilts her head, a wild look in her eye)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Person::.. ..((Daffney sighs and puts her arms behind her back. The person turns his head and looks another direction)).. ..::Person::.. ..((She turns her head slightly and puts a finger to her chin, a thinkin)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((She points to the person)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((We come to a point where an image of Daffney is reflected from the person's glasses)).. ..::Person::.. ..((The view goes back to her. She looks down, a shadow cast upon her pale face)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Shot of the person in the thingy)).. ..::Person::.. ..((Daffney tilts her head and clasps her hands together)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Person::.. ..((Daffney bows)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Edgar Valenzuela::.. ..((Daffney pouts her lips and clasps her hands behind her back, looking down)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Edgar Valenzuela::.. ..((Daffney gets on bended knee and puts her hand to a drain on the floor. She looks up)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Edgar Valenzuela::.. ..((Daffney puts her hands to her ears and starts shaking her head, screaming)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..::Edgar Valenzuela::.. ..((Daffney removes her hands and takes a step t'wards Edgar. Her eyes grow wide as she stands in a threatning stance)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Edgar's face becomes stern)).. ..::Edgar Valenzuela::.. ..((Edgar looks up, the light bouncing back off his glasses)).. ..::Edgar Valenzuela::.. ..((Daffney puts her chin in her hands and looks at him for a moment. She walks over and places her hand on a lever. Her face grows hateful)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((She slams the lever down and the lights go out temporarily. A slicing noise is heard, and the squelching of something. The lights come back on and the camera gets a shot of the floor. On the floor lay Edgar's glasses, broken, and blood strewn along the floor. Daffney looks down a moment and clasps her hands together. She then turns and makes to walk out of the door to the stairs)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. Scene Two: A Dive Further into Daffney's Homicidal Tendencies ..((Another scene opens up in a new level of the house as we look into a different room. There is a woman in another whitewashed room, tied in a straitjacket. She is curled up in a ball, her eyemakeup spiraling down her face. She looks up at the ceiling and cries. A banging sound comes from the other side of the room. Daffney stands near the door, her hands on her hips. She gets on bended knee beside the woman crying)).. ..::Woman::.. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Daffney looks away for a moment)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((The woman rolls around slightly, her eyes like fountains)).. ..::Woman::.. ..((Daffney sneers and jumps to her feet and points cruelly at the woman)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Daffney regains her composure)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Daffney grabs a scythe from a nearby wall)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Daffney slams the end point of the scythe next to the womans' head then looks up a moment, her hands raises slightly)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Daffney curls her upper lip in anger as the woman continues to cry very loudly. The woman rolls around, crying still. Daffney opens her mouth and lets out an unearthly scream, shaking a picture on the wall. The woman stops, somewhat terrified. She then jumps up and slams the scythe through the woman's mouth. The woman hangs up from a high place on the wall, her eyes wide open. Daffney takes out a little book and sits on the floor, beginning to write in it as if nothing ever happened)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. Scene Three: A'walking...On The Street ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Another bolt of lightning scorches the sky, and the thunder is more fierce in its proclamation. Daffney only holds her hand out in the rain and turns it once or twice, then brings it back to herself)).. ..::Daffney Unger::.. ..((Daffney looks down once more and jumps off of the lamp. She puts a finger to her mouth and begins biting on it's tip as she starts walking down the other side of the street. the scene fades to black with a final crack of lightning))..
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Why are people so...unpleasant?
I don't know.
Honestly, it's so difficult to truly care about so many things without first knowing the answers to some of the most fundamental, mind ravaging questions! How can one possibly respect the existence of something, people in this case, when that something seems to defy respect? They do such trivial things, and find amusement, even up to "so called" maturity, in the incessant mistreatment of their own kind.
That's a very general statement. Not all people are the way you describe them to be.
Hmm..yes. But keep in mind; It's possible that I'm quite horrendously insane. That's the fuck of it; you know, the old thing about the crazy person who never knows they're crazy. It could just be an imperceptible shifting of accepted realities. It's all really interesting.
Yes..Yes it is. But I don't suppose that your, um, current reality would allow you to let me go, would it?
No. I don't think so.
I see. Well, could you, at least loosen these restraints some? This hurts quite a bit. Very painful.
Think of the sensation as reassurance that you are not dead yet. What you are feeling is life in you! I would hate to lessen that for you. I will take you from one extreme to the other. I would never deprive you of this; your final awareness.
That's very nice of you....
Could you tell me what was it, exactly, that I did to you? What I said? I mean, up until I awoke here, I've never met you. It's one of those nagging questions a person gets before being torn apart by , um, whatever this thing is.
Hmm...What did you do? You know, I can't really say. Nothing, I guess.
But you are a person, and I can't say I'm fond of that. My days are less enjoyable because of people. You will be the effigy I burn, infused by all the traits that make them the detestable little goblins they are. You won't really burn though; ripped to shreds is more accurate.
But you're a person, why don't you kill yourself?
Trust me, I know what self loathing is, but to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive. Besides, I've become increasingly doubtful as to whether or not I can die at all. But let's not get into that.
Okaaayy. What if I'm not like all those goblin people? You just randomly picked me out, when you could've taken someone more deserving. You could've picked one of those street performers who impersonate robots and make that irritating wheezy whistle noise.
I thought of that, but I wasn't in the mood to go look for one; I just wanted to get back home. I probably could have done better because you do seem like a nice person. I'm sorry.
Thank you, that's very kind. My name is Edgar. Edgar Valenzuela.
Pleased to meet you, Edgar, I am Daffney Unger. But, seeing how we are sharing an intimate moment and all, you can call me "Daff".
Ok, well then! Does this mean I can go now? Because, I mean no offense by this, I would like to go.
Oh..Oh no. I'm still going to kill you. Though you are my bestest, bestest friend in the room, currently, dire circumstances require me to end your life. I haven't the time to find anyone else and I really need more blood.
*Panicked*
Blood? You need my blood?!
Not yours specifically, but yes, I do need some blood. Not for myself, no; I'm not particularly fond of any bodily fluid....
There is a wall in a room on one of the upper levels. You're underground right now; I found these lower rooms when I came here, as well as the one you're in. But anyhow, if I don't keep "painting" the wall, it goes soft, and something from the other side begins to push through. My curiosity is not so much that I would find that what that "thing" is. So you see, I can't wait any longer.
I ask you, once again, to please reconsider this. You can let me go and I..
NO! NO! NO! STOP IT!! JUST SHUT UP!! I HAVE NO CHOICE!! SAVE YOUR NOISE FOR LATER!!
*looking down*
I see.
You know, you're not exactly reacting the way I'd expect a person in your situation to react! Death usually has a much more profound impact on a person. Where is your fear?!
I would rather not die, but I don't seem to have much say in the matter. But I'm also not like you; I'm not clouded. I have no family, no friends, really; Nothing. But I do have faith; You know, God and all that. A heaven for me, and a hell for you. So FUCK fear.
I have nothing to fear.
I envy your conviction.
Well..That did nothing for me. Now if only I could do the same to those dwindling baffoons in my match come Sunday..
Please! Let me go! Oh, God! Please, just let me go! I promise I won't call the police!
How lovely you are. So lovely in my straitjacket, though the bloodstains do clash with your lipstick. No matter..
It hurts me to look at you. Unfortunately...You remind me of something that I have to do. This Sunday... I have to wrestle with these delicate little annoying weeds. They'll be poisoned soon enough, surely. Perhaps you've heard of them, perhaps you haven't. Regardless if you've heard of silly little imbeciles, you really DO look pathetic. I mean, look at you! Your eyes are bugging out of your head, the screams you make...Those, are not even noteworthy! I can do better then that...care for me to demonstrate? Perhaps I shouldn't.
Why are you doing this?! I don't even know you!! I just want to go home!! OH GOD!! MY MASCARA'S RUNNING!!
SHUT UP! YOU KNOW ME! REMEMBER?! I WAS WALKING DOWNTOWN THAT NIGHT! YOU WERE WITH YOUR FRIENDS AT THAT VILE LITTLE CAFE! I PASSED BY AND YOU ALL LAUGHED AT ME! YES?! YES?!!
YOU MUST REALLY KNOW ME IF YOU CAN LAUGH AT ME!! FUNNY THING IS, I'VE NEVER MET YOU BEFORE! MAYBE YOU CAN LET ME IN ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS SO FUNNY!! DO YOU REMEBER?! HUH?! HUH?!!
Or maybe "pretty" people like you and your high little friends don't remember people like me. The ones you make fun of for lack of anything better to do! My pain amuses you, does it?
HOW IS IT YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL, YET SO FUCKING UGLY INSIDE? YOU KNOW IT WOULDN'T TAKE MUCH TO MAKE YOUR OUTSIDE LOOK LIKE YOUR INSIDES!! HEH!! I COULD JUST CHOP YOUR BRAIN OUT!! IT DOESN'T DESERVE SUCH A PRETTY BODY!!
But I won't! I'm better then that. Your shit is hidden in good looks, but I can smell it! I'm not so nice to look at, but INSIDE, Inside I'm...I'm...Uh...WILL YOU STOP YOUR INCESSANT MOANS?!
Dear die-ary, Today I learned that on the inside, I'm pretty fuckin' ugly. The time comes closer and closer by the hour and soon that title will be mine... Something must be terribly wrong with me, for just earlier today...I kept staring at myself in the mirror. I wondered...what ever became of myself? I used to be someone completely different then now. I then realized..I was two people..Split personalities, if you will. Shannon..my good side..and Daffney..that of my evil. Can they ever coincide? I guess not...Perhaps not ever...only time will tell..
...((We open up yet another scene (the last in this case) in a deserted street in the dead of night. The cookie-cutter houses on the sides are knit and locked, the inhabitants probably falling into the bliss that is sleep. The street lights flicker for a moment, then make their illumination known. A bolt of lightning streaks across the sky, thunder rumbles the ground below. With that, a sprinkle of rain comes to. After a moment, the rain grows into a heavy stream. At the end of the street, a person is seen walking. We already know who this person is, because we've seen her before. Daffney comes walking, her head bowed and her arms crossed. She braces the wind and keeps moving forward. She jumps onto one of the bases of the street lamps, an arm around it. Her head lifts to the sky and she peers into the gray clouds, blinking once or twice due to the rain. Daffney's head tilts to the ground, her hair forming like a wet halo around her head))..
Oh how beautiful this is, I haven't seen a rainy night such like this in years..
Yes, yes I hear it. The sound of inevitable death, prowling at someone's ear. Not my own, though I haven't much. Ah..I can hear it..the screams of the people whom I've tortured...it all seems so trivial now. Hell...not even that damned title seems to matter. Oh but it does...All the people seem to think that I'm just another face in the crowd..I can't do anything. That isn't so. I have done more...much more then these people could even possibly comprehend. They don't know it, but I'll show then just a small little bit of what I'm capable of. And those whores who call themselves women...they haven't an idea what they've gotten themselves into. Perhaps its their fate, to die at my hands. Maybe it isn't. Just so, I'll show them what it's like..to feel pain. They haven't really..up until now...They'll see..Soon enough..
For your listening pleasure The song you are listening to is (if you can hear it):
The theme from Resident Evil - Ground Zero...I know it takes a while to load but I think it's worth it.
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<--Daffney's siteThis roleplay was made by the WWEx's Daffney Unger aka Meleza Draven aka Milissa O. Banner made by moi, layout design by moi. Steal it...and I will gladly come after you with a rusty butcher knife. I am in no way affiliated with Daffney/Shannon in any way shape or form. And with all that said an' done, I bid you adieu.