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@nevrotiske
Finally finished my other account. I may or may not make this account inactive. I am still sort of shifting between possibly coming back to this account at some point or other. My apologies to the people who I have roleplayed with that haven't got a reply or starter, I just don't have the mindset to roleplay Tate at the moment. With that being said, you can find me here from now on.
I think after I’ve completed my new account that I may go inactive on this one. Although I’ve only been at this for a few days or so, I do feel extremely inferior to other Tate’s. I have a tendency to stray away from roleplaying characters from TV shows/movies/books that aren’t an OC made up by myself. I can never really get myself into the mindset of a character that has already been created by someone else. I had wanted to see if I could prove myself wrong, but that’s just not happening.
My other account has several different characters and one of them is called ‘Taint Langdon’ who I have roleplayed before back in 2012 on Bebo and again on Roleplayer.me a year later. Some of the roleplays I have going at the moment could be done with Taint. Such as the ones with Madison, Christian & Violet (that is only if the Muns wishes to move the roleplay from Tate to Taint). New roleplays would be started as well once the Mun chooses a character. I still wish to roleplay with the people that I’m roleplaying with currently as I think they are fantastically awesome portraying their characters. I hope that I haven’t angered anyone over this, but this account is currently stressing me out as no matter what people say, my mind will never accept that I can roleplay him.
Tate’s only answer to that was a shrug. Who knew if he had a soul? If he did, he certainly wasn’t using it. Ever since Violet stopped speaking to him, Tate had went off the deep end. Every person who moved into the Murder House ended up dead within a week or two and Tate ...
All the talk of 'soul eating' was beginning to make Tate wonder if this guy was serious or not. He sounded like he was high on something. Being high didn't exactly give your brain the best of ideas - he knew that first hand. 15 students dead and a handicapped librarian along with burning Larry, but he deserved that after what he did to Beau. "I'm not right in the head? Have you heard what's been coming out of your mouth?" Frowning at that, Tate may look physically healthy, but definitely not mentally. Everyone who came into contact with him figured that out quickly. "1994." That was the only hint that the ghost was giving the other male. "How the hell am I meant to know? I don't eat souls."
"A little pyrotechnics." Who the fuck was this guy kidding? Seriously if the fire has spread any further Tate probably would have ended up burned to smithereens, if that was possible though.
A dark chuckle left past Tate’s lips. He had a choice whether he could live or be…
Tate’s only answer to that was a shrug. Who knew if he had a soul? If he did, he certainly wasn’t using it. Ever since Violet stopped speaking to him, Tate had went off the deep end. Every person who moved into the Murder House ended up dead within a week or two and Tate enjoyed it. He had lied to Hayden when he said he was ‘tired of hurting people.’ “You can try if you want but you’re not going to be satisfied.” All in all, Tate thought this guy was off his head. Whatever the male had been smoking, Tate was wondering if could get the dealers name out of him. Must be some good shut to end up saying a load of bullshit like ‘eating souls’.
"Of course it hurt you asshole!"
Although dead, Tate honestly couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. Having the shit beaten out of him by Patrick was extremely tame compared to this. Being burnt is definitely not something Tate had thought would’ve have happened to him. Unfortunately it…
"A little pyrotechnics." Who the fuck was this guy kidding? Seriously if the fire has spread any further Tate probably would have ended up burned to smithereens, if that was possible though. A dark chuckle left past Tate’s lips. He had a choice whether he could live or be killed? Shocker. “Too late for that. Already dead.” 1994, many years ago. This guy was way too late to kill him. Besides, if Tate did end up ‘dead’ again, he would just come back to life moments later. The curse of being undead for the rest of eternity.
Going to be off and on at the moment. Working on a new profile and it's taking longer than I thought. Will get to replies soon.
+ smartevst, nobodyisdead, nevrotiske, fallbymyblades
“Ooh. Oh wow. That’s disgusting, does it hurt? I’m kinda curious but also kinda not. But mostly curious.”
"Of course it hurt you asshole!"
Although dead, Tate honestly couldn't say it didn't hurt. Having the shit beaten out of him by Patrick was extremely tame compared to this. Being burnt is definitely not something Tate had thought would've have happened to him. Unfortunately it did and he was none to happy about it.
Apologies for the delayed replies/starters. My days at the moment are quite hectic, but I promise you all that I will get to them as soon as I can. I thank you for the patience.
Starters: • fionajudelangdon2573 (needs editing) • innocentbloodyface • theonlyrxason
Replies: • weakx • clearly-the-supreme • the-fine-art-of-bitchcraft
Note: if I have missed anyone out, let me know.
Replies/starters are going to be delayed until tomorrow. I'm staying overnight at a friends house and there I have no internet connection. Starters: 1 Replies: 3 OOC: 0
Got home later than I thought. My brain is mush and I’m seriously not really wanting to send out replies/starters until I can actually think of something that doesn’t seem along the lines of ‘a potato is yellow’. Starters: 1 Replies: 2 OOC: 0
Connected To The Living || {addieprettygirllangdon}
Tate was honestly shocked, not at the fact that Adelaide was once again in the Murder House but because she wasn’t leaving. Normally the owners of the house would shoo her out or Constance would come and collect her, but Tate hadn’t seen nor heard from the cocksucker for quite a while. His elder sister just seemed to be hanging around the house more often and never leaving. It took him a while for it to click that she couldn’t leave.
In a way, Tate actually thought even though Beau was there, that if Addie died she wouldn’t end up being stuck among the living. With Beau being suffocated by Larry and Tate dying due to the S.W.A.T team, they were stuck there, but Tate never thought he’d see the day where Addie was as well.
It wasn’t long after that that the Harmon’s moved out, well more along the lines of fleeing the building. Marcy ended up having to put the Murder House back up for sale once again and it was over a month before someone came to the ‘open house’ to view it. Instantly something in the air shifted and Tate wasn’t the only one that sensed something wrong. The viewer of the house - a male - wanted to take it before the tour was even over. Marcy, wanting to get the house off her hands, let him have it. Barely even days later and he moved in.
What the male brought with him was different from what others brought. There was the usual house furniture that was literally just placed anywhere and then there was something else. Something that seemed… off. Like it wasn’t meant to be there and was going to get used for something bad. All in all, even though it was just a book and few other things that Tate didn’t really recognise, it didn’t look like anything good.
Okay I’ve been lurking for a while, but I’ll get to starters/replies/OOC after the shopping trip.
Starters: 1
Replies: 2
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Tate had to admit, he really did enjoy being at the beach. It was some place relaxing where he could get away from the chaos in the Murder House. It was nice just to be around peace and quiet and considering not many people bothered to go to the beach during the night it was a good place to go just to think. During his school years, Tate had a habit of skipping and going to the beach. From time to time it was a good place to get away from others when need be. Other times, Tate preferred being at the beach than at home. When he had been alive, he had often lost track of time and ended up going home at random hours in the morning, not that he cared. The only people he could stand were Adelaide and Beau. He despised Constance and had never and will never see eye-to-eye with Larry especially after he killed Beau. Tate could agree. It was nicer went it was dark. Even when there was very little sun left, the water and sky had some lovely colours to it. It was a beautiful sight to behold. "You sound like a romanticist." Whenever Tate bothered to go to the beach, although he did like the colours and the peace, what he enjoyed the most was watching the birds, watching how they were able to just fly away from everything. From time to time, Tate had wished he was a bird just so that he could fly away from everything. "It's not my choice whether you leave or not. It's not as if I own the place." Even if he had come to get away from people, specifically the gay couple, he didn't mind the company so long as the other male didn't get too annoying then Tate could deal with it.
With the house having been created in 1922 by Dr Charles Montgomery, the creaking and groaning of floorboards and doors was bound to set in at some point in it. Although unlike most houses, the creaking and groaning didn’t only come from the house, but in fact residents of it -...
During the fight with Patrick, Tate had manifested himself to be seen to the human eye as did Patrick and Moira, but once the living female awoke, they disappeared out of sight. The owners of the house hadn't really been living there that long and none of the deceased had introduced themselves to the living females as of yet. From the routine that Tate knew, Moira would do so soon and the others would follow in suite if they wanted to.
"She's going to try and harm us with a fork?" Moira questioned and in response, Tate just shrugged his shoulders. Being harmed by a fork wasn't going to do much considering they were already dead.
"Good luck with that." Wiping the blood off of his nose with his sleeve, Tate was a bit unsure to whether or not the female had in fact seen him or not. Tate hadn't bothered to manifest to the females for a few reasons, one being that excluding Halloween, he couldn't exactly leave the house and pretend to be the next door neighbour and the other reason was that he had the nagging feeling that like the other owners of the house that the females wouldn't be too keen on having deceased beings roaming around the house, then again, he could be wrong on that one. Everyone had different reactions to the ghosts after all.
Escaping The Asylum || {fionajudelangdon2573}
After the massacre and having been shot by one of the S.W.A.T team, Tate had gotten his leg seen to and it seemed like only moments later that he was being taken to Braircliff Manor when in fact it had been days.
Tate somewhat understood why he had been taken to an asylum, being psychologically disturbed summed it up, but there was something he didn’t understand: why the S.W.A.T team hadn’t just open fired and killed him. In a twisted way, that was what he was expecting as an outcome, not this.
Meeting the staff of Braircliff set alarm bells off in his head. Something just didn’t feel right about the asylum and yet Tate didn’t question it… much. Nine times out of ten he was just told to be quiet and he never did get any straight answers out of anyone, not even the patients who seemed a hell of a lot more disturbed than he was. Not that he bothered speaking to the other patients, he tended to avoid them as much as he possibly could.
For the first couple of week Tate got visits from his mother and sister - one person he despised and another who he looked forward to seeing. Then the visited rapidly declined. Tate hadn’t seen nor heard from his mother and sister for several weeks. For the better part of those weeks, Tate had been constantly going over ideas in his mind of how to escape the asylum without having to go through death first. With the staff constantly being around, it would be difficult to get away unnoticed, but Tate was willing to take a chance just in order to get out of Braircliff. This wasn’t a place that he wanted to spend the rest of his life in.
Unfortunately his way of thinking was constantly interrupted by the infuriating music that continuously kept playing over and over and over in a loop. No wonder people went mental in this place. He'd hardly been there a day and he could feel his sanity slipping away inch by inch. Pushing himself up off the seat, Tate rushed over to the turn table to stop the annoying music. It was only when the turn table ended up on the ground and broken that the guards intervened and called for Sister Jude.
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Replies: 0
nevrotiske
Creaks and groans, a never-ending assortment of sounds that could only be caused by an old house… at least, it feels better to tell herself that. Her feet are cold and bare on the wooden floor, her toes wiggling in anticipation, fear starting to trickle into her veins....
With the house having been created in 1922 by Dr Charles Montgomery, the creaking and groaning of floorboards and doors was bound to set in at some point in it. Although unlike most houses, the creaking and groaning didn’t only come from the house, but in fact residents of it - deceased ones to be more specific.
The house had been abandoned for quite a while until new people moved into it, for how long was unknown. For the alive, ‘living’ in the house varied. Some would be there for years whereas others wouldn’t get past a few days.
Throughout the day and most of the night, many of the deceased residents avoided each other that was until Tate had to stick his nose into someone else's business, namely Chad and Patricks. Thus the silence of the house turned into noise. Quite a few items had been broken due to Tate and Patricks fighting yet neither of them were giving in not even when they heard a voice call out.
It wasn't until Moira had appeared that the fight between the boys was broken up. Patrick left in a fit of rage and Tate ended up being scolded by the maid. With the ever changing living residents, Tate often found himself ignoring them for a certain amount of time and annoying the deceased before moving onto the living.
"It seems we are not the only one's awake." It took until Moira pointed it out that Tate realised that there was someone else other than himself and Moira in the hallway.
