[murderhousestory]

+Theblackviolet

♦••      Nora stopped in her tracks, staring at the brown eyed girl. "Oh" she said, her blue eyes blinking rapidly. "Are you here for the operation, dear?" she asked taking a small step towards the strange girl. Nora's eyes flickered over her carefully. Such strange clothes she thought to herself but pressed her lips into a smile. 

[murderhousestory]

♣♦♠Anyone want a starter from one of the ghosts?

[murderhousestory]

♦••_ "Tell me.." Ben said, staring at his patient carefully, "how long have you been having these thoughts?"

[murderhousestory]

♦••_ Red curls bounced lightly as she entered the room, her eyes slowly scanning the area as she placed her cleaning supplies on the hard wood floor. “I have to clean in here,” she mused to the figure on the couch, her voice was drawn out and sultry as she bent down to pick up her feather duster.

[murderhousestory]

♦••_ Nora walked slowly through her house, her brilliant blue eyes scanning each and every item in the house. However, when she got to the kitchen she immediately paused, bringing her hand up to her lips. “Oh, no..” she whispered, looking around the the silver shiny appliances. “This is all wrong..” she said, her voice barely audible.

[murderhousestory]

♦••_ Tate trudged up the staircase, his dark eyes moving across the wooden floor until he reached his bedroom. He stared at the closed door before pushing it open. He started to walk past the doorframe before stopping abruptly at the figure laying under the blankets. “Get the fuck out of my bed!” he yelled, “who the fuck are you!?”

[murderhousestory]

Moira’s red hair bounced lightly as she pulled the duvet cover onto the bed, smoothing it out carefully. “Hello” she said, noticing someone standing in the doorway. “I’m the maid here and didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not polite to stare” she said, her voice dragging out lazily as she walked around the bed. “My name’s Moira and if you ever need anything you let me know” she droned on. 

[justineskye]

[bxrnqueen-archive-deactivated20]

What I want is that one rp partner to do all the things with, all the threads and au’s and stay up till we can’t keep our eyes open anymore, I see it all the time on my dash and just yeah, that would be awesome.

[murderhousestory]

+Open

[cordelia-notthesupreme]

The Supreme had come to the house, someone had called her to the Murder House to see if she could use her magic to help remove some of the spirits. So far it wasn’t working, “You have to do that right now?” Cordelia asked as she looked at the red head. “Are you asking me to get out?” She raised an eyebrow.

[murderhousestory]

Moira looked at the blonde, her own eyebrows lifted. "Yes, I do" she said, an exasperated sigh leaving her puckered lips. "And if you're going to keep doing whatever you're doing some of us in this house are going to get mad" she stated, trying her back to the blonde as she began dusting. "It's not working" she added, looking over her shoulder briefly. 

[murderhousestory]

SAD RP STARTERS

"Was..I not good enough?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Was it something I did?"

"Was it..something I said?"

"How could you?"

"I don't miss you.."

"I miss you so much, my heart bleeds when I think of you.."

"It's my fault.."

"I should have been there."

"I'm..so..so sorry I couldn't protect you."

"You're dead to me."

"Maybe he was right."

"Maybe she was right."

"I'm not worth your while, am I?"

"Am I so insignificant?"

"I need you."

"It's your choice, now you have to live with it."

"I want to be once again with you."

"You choose the road, love. And I'll make the vows."

"You had it coming."

"You only have yourself to blame."

"I only have myself to blame."

"I have only tears to shed."

"My heart is black and my mind is darkness.."

"The truth is, we're both frauds."

"At least you had good intentions."

"He was too strong."

"I hate this life."

"Once something is truly lost, one can never get it back again."

"You had better start believing in nightmares, you're in one."

"Don't worry about my falling limbs and broken heart, my stitches feel no pain. I love you, that's all that matters."

"You just have to let it go."

"Some things happen, and there is nothing you can do about it."

"This the end."

"Scream all you want, no one can hear you."

"No one can save you now."

"Rest in peace."

"You will never see the light again."

"Lost.."

"Just let me die."

"Just leave me behind."

"I won't say it to him, but he's got us beat."

"There is still a way to defeat you."

"Fine, knock yourself out. I mean it."

"You're not a cat. You're a rat."

[murderhousestory]

Moira’s red hair bounced lightly as she pulled the duvet cover onto the bed, smoothing it out carefully. “Hello” she said, noticing someone standing in the doorway. “I’m the maid here and didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to stare” she said, her voice dragging out lazily as she walked around the bed. “My name’s Moira and if you ever need anything you let me know” she droned on. 

[fuckinq]

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Send me "&" for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

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anonymously tell me what you think of my character portrayal.

[murderhousestory]

+Open

♦•••       The flower pranced across the wooden floor and into the kitchen, her doe eyes blinking rapidly as a strike of lightening flashed through the Tiffany windowpane. She gasped slightly and moved closer to the window. California had been stuck in an unusual downpour for the past couple days and she loved it. If she could just go..outside. Another gasp came from the petite girls lips when she heard someone come up behind her. 

[murderhousestory]

violetharmonisthelivingdead:

          Violet jumped from the bed. “W-Who are you?!” She backed up against the wall and stared at the strange boy in front of her, standing in her room. “Your bed? This isn’t your bed..” She jumped when he yelled at her. “I’m Violet Harmon, what are you doing in my bedroom? Even better, what are you doing in my house?!”

◄♦♦♦           . Tate stared at the petite girl, his eyes still narrowed. Watching as she jumped slightly. "What's the matter" he asked, grinding his teeth together, "this isn't your house" he said, crossing his arms across his chest tightly. "This is my room and that's my bed" he said, jabbing a finger at the bed. "I'm Tate, now get the hell out" he said, moving further into the room.