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Your New Landlord ([personal profile] lessor) wrote2012-08-24 04:10 pm
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APPLICATIONS II - CLOSED

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[personal profile] badbite 2013-09-02 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
SAMPLES
First Person: From the test drive!

Third Person:
". . . that will be all. Whoever does the best, I will love with all my heart."

That's the last thing she hears. It's the same as usual, the same as every day - after this intercom announcement, the gates will open and the older models will come in, and Lily - everyone - will be subjected to ripping them apart, whether they too are ripped apart in the process or not.

She doesn't want to. As Lily stares, unable to look away from the door that leads to the impending danger, she feels it—as usual, the cold, ice-grip fear in her heart that makes it hard to breathe, makes her hands tremble as they cling to her clothes, clings to her chest, in some futile effort to still her tooquicklybeating heart. Stop, stop, she thinks to herself, trying to will the creeping sensation away.

She knows what will happen next. What happens next is that, when the doors open, she will see her next victims, and then she will see nothing. When she wakes up next, she will see red staining her hands, and no matter how hard she scrubs at her skin, the blood will never truly go away, and someone else will have twisted arms - or otherwise, some other damage. And it will be the fault of no one but her own.

No. She doesn't want it. If she can help it, she won't. This time, this time, she won't listen.

it's so scary, it's so scary it's true, don't want to do this anymore, she doesn't want to kill day in and day out but she has to be strong or she'll be in for a world of hurt, can't do anything it's useless it's hopeless, but she has to try, she has to keep herself sane, keep herself together, keep herself human

why? why, why resist it? it feels so good doesn't it? lily, lily, aren't you scared?

I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm so scared right now, she knows it to be true, she can't stop the fear. But she doesn't want it - no, no, she has to stop it, please, no, please please please no don't say another word, little demon voice of mine—

just let go. just let go, it'll be alright. let go, have some fun. do what you think is fun.

As tense as she is now, Lily can't help but relax at the idea, the false promise that "it'll be alright". She knows it. She knows it won't be, she knows she won't remember anything that happened, but—

Just this once. . . .

The last thing Lily sees is the door moving up, the last thing she hears is the creaking and squeaking of metal, as well as the thunderous steps of giant beasts - her next victims.

Then, she feels nothing. Sees nothing. It's a vast, deep darkness that cloaks her in pitch black. In the distance, she can hear herself laugh, hear the squelching as her arm rips through something—but no, don't think about it anymore. Don't think about it, rest your head. Just do what's fun.

OTHER
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