#mrdahmer

[boundxbyxbelligerence]

mrdahmer

     --- There's a pause, a period of silence, where      no movement is made and all he does, is cover      green orbs slowly, flashes falling and rising.      He smirks and you can already expect his first      word to be drowned in mock.      "Well look who th' cat dragged in! Ol' Jeffy,      never thought tah see ya 'gain, buddy."

[birdwithakeyboard-blog]

Closed Roleplay - MrDahmer

Going to this kind of bar had crossed Ted's mind before, but never had he ever gone through with actually going to one. He liked girls, that's how he always was, but men would be more of a challenge, there was no doubt about that. Everything was just getting so boring to him lately, he needed something harder.

He hadn't even been at this bar ten minutes before he spotted someone coming in. The guy looked fairly naive and innocent, but also physically fit enough to put up a fight. He looked like a good enough challenge. After a moment, he stepped over to the man and extended his hand, smiling warmly and introducing himself.

[boundxbyxbelligerence]

CLOSED II Brother dear, sister dear

     "--- If you're lookin' for the greaser, I've gotta disappoint you, but he's out.                                                                Death threats or cash are to be left at the door."

[boundxbyxbelligerence]

((would my crow-ship people mind, if I tagged 'em in a starter with his sis'? Cause we need some family meeting, u feel?))

[cainfever]

mrdahmer replied to your post:mrdahmer replied to your post://Ted has...

// WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

//*BLASTS SHAKIRA*

[cainfever]

mrdahmer replied to your post://Ted has inadvertently informed me that he likes...

// i’m going to die because of that fact

//omg i killed jeffrey dahmer

[cainfever]

//eXCUSE I NEED TO FLAIL AND DIE

[mr-dane-dehaan-blog]

It was yet another day of what seemed like hell to Dane, all of his fellow classmates and the whole school seemed to pick on him as he was an easy target, mainly because of he was quiet and kept to himself most of the time. No one understood the boy not even his parents. His only friend was his film camera and he attempted to document everything in his life, anything he found beauty in. But what he found beautiful most people found boring, repulsive, or just plain stupid. 

Eating alone in some park he heard a group of kids in the distance shouting his name and flooding him with verbal abuse, it was soon then that they became a little more physical. His food was now on the ground and so was he, everything happened so quickly. His blood was shed and his bag was being searched thoroughly. He just laid their and simply gazed to the sky as each punch was thrown. There was nothing he could do.