Everyone Is Doomed - Slenderman Roleeplay

You are your friends are Youtubers.
You hear a story on the news about a "Person" they call Slenderman.
The majority of the incidents were in a forest near your town.
You two take a camera, a few other people you barely know and set off into the forest.
You set up camp.
What you find in the forest will scar you for the rest of your days, but who knows how long that might be.

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Here's Mine.

Player Name: Zephora Moone

Age: 19


Position: One Of the random people the Youtubers picked up to help with the recording.


Skills: Weaponry. All kinds. Especially a crossbow though. I'm also very creative. Keep that in mind. Drawing , writing, and singing too.Kick-Ass With Electronics.


Appearance: http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/e9/e5/anime,girl,face,dark,haired,painting,art-e9e5afc603d188bd1da413169c95052d_h.jpg


Equipment: Headphones with a mic, earbuds, Ipod, Flipblade, Crossbow, Extra Arrows.


Backstory: She was a raido host with her dad before he died. She was left with her abusive brother. Her mother died when she gave birth to her. She loves music and is not scared easily. She dreams of one day becoming a hit raido star, or author. Or comic book artist for that matter. She has visions. They've been getting worse since they got into the goddamned forest. She's happy to help, but secretly know Slenderman is out there.

Name: Jarin Klaw
Age: 18
Position: Slenderman/Paranormal expert
Skills: Running, Tracking, creative,
Appearance: Black short hair, Red shirt and black pants
Equipment: Lighter, Camera, Flashlight,
Backstory: Jarin's only parent was a lumberjack. One night, his father (the lumberjack) didn't come home. Jarin believes it may be Slenderman, and has been trying to find proof ever since.

I'll bite, what the Hell. I've been meaning to do some SlenderRP for a while...

Player Name: Alicia 'Allie' Grant

Age: 20

Position: Answer-Seeker.

Skills: She is an artist in her spare time, knows First Aid/CPR, and can run quite fast (though not for long distances). She also is good at thinking on her feet and is known for her quick wit. She knows self-defense as well.

Appearance: Roughly 5' 2" and built rather small. She has hazel eyes and shoulder-length, wavy brown hair which she usually keeps down. Her round, gentle face usually shows a kind smile. She generally wears comfortable jeans, a t-shirt or tank top, and tennis shoes. Her favorite t-shirt, which she wears almost constantly, is brown with a stylized tiger printed on it in white (she loves big cats).

Equipment: A small backpack containing an artist's sketchpad and all the tools that go with it (ink pens, pencils, colored pencils, etc.), a jack knife (in case of emergencies), her inhaler (she has asthma), some painkillers (in case of emergencies), and a water bottle full of water.

Backstory: Allie is a college freshman at a local university, and has been interested in art since she was very young. In fact, she's going into the arts when she graduates. Recently, her college dorm roommate had been acting very strangely, insisting upon keeping a camera rolling nearby her at all times and generally acting paranoid as Hell. Allie figured she just had a weird room mate... until she found said room mate drawing odd figures and symbols in her sketchbook. Angry, Allie had gotten into a fight with the room mate and switched dorms. The room mate disappeared shortly thereafter, leaving Allie feeling a bit guilty for not having tried to help her when she was obviously in distress. It was not until she looked up some videos on Youtube, a strange news report about a supposed kidnapper in the area, and realized the description matched a picture the room mate had drawn in her sketchbook. Allie now wants answers for what exactly her room mate was so worried about... and what exactly the person who took her wants with a random college student...

One more thing of note is that Allie is mildly arachnophobic - it's not a crippling fear, but she can't stand being near spiders or even looking at spiders without becoming afraid. They terrify her to the point that she'll usually run away screaming, or freeze in fear if one actually crawls on her or gets too close.

I Like Your Guy's Entries, They're More Detailed Than Mine. We Can Start Whenever You Guys Want Too.

I'll wait for confirmation, and maybe a few other posts first to set the mood.

Shall we start soon?

(I guess I'll start since nobody else seems to want to. XD)

Allie calmly sat on the park bench, sketching drawings of the nearby treescape, and not paying attention to much in particular. She often came to the park to draw, particularly this one... although with the way things had been lately... she was wary of sitting here alone.

She was waiting, truthfully. Hoping someone would come along. After the disappearance of her room mate Erin, she was sure she knew who caused it... after all, she'd been acting very strangely beforehand, murmuring about this very park and the maze of trails within its forest. She had mentioned going on a walk there the day she disappeared.

The next morning her face was plastered on missing posters around the neighborhood, and the news was reporting her as one of a string of recent disappearances, presumed to be kidnappings. The odd thing was... the sketch of the kidnapper compiled from eyewitness accounts had been left blank, as if there was no face to recollect, but that couldn't be right... surely there couldn't exist a man with no face, it didn't make sense...

Allie continued to absentmindedly sketch the trees, praying someone eventually showed up. If Erin had really been stalked by whoever this kidnapper was... there surely had to be others... at least, that was judging by the sheer amount of Youtube videos she'd found about people with similar problems...

*Walks up to Allie, looks at what she's drawing* "Wow... That's really good"

Allie jumped nervously. Ever since she'd thought staying up and watching those damn videos was a good idea...

"Oh... Hello," she responded to the newcomer, giving her trademark sweet, shy smile. "And yeah, I like to come here and draw the landscapes sometimes... there's some really odd-looking trees here."

She hesitated a moment, looking over the strange sable-haired young man. She certainly didn't know him, but something told her that he might know something about... well, about Erin, about the weird sketches she left in Allie's sketchbook, anything really...

Her pencil continued to softly sketch absentmindedly on the page, hand working almost of its own accord. A nervous habit of hers, doodling like this, it had been since she was very young.

No, Allie, that's ridiculous, he wouldn't know anything about that... that drawing of Erin's...

That drawing.

The drawing of the faceless man.

It bothered her to no end. Why did it look so similar... so much like...?

Her hand hovered absentmindedly over the page as she realized she'd been staring at this stranger for the past few minutes. How awkward!

Embarrassed, she turned her head down to the notepad again, about to murmur a soft "I'm sorry", but something caught her eye.

There was something in the drawing, something standing in the treeline she'd sketched. A man of some sort.

Funny, she didn't remember seeing any man when she was looking into the actual treeline before her...

*Looks at the page* "So, you know about Him?

Allie nervously began to erase the figure, concerned. How was it there when... when there hadn't been anyone standing...?

... Wait.

She paused in her erasing when she realized the connection. The young man's words hung in the air, teasing her with the implications.

Him... the kidnapper... Him?

Allie looked back up at the young man, now realizing something.

Had this man, whoever He was, taken someone this stranger knew? Did he know what happened to Erin? Did he know who exactly the kidnapper was?

Did this person really have answers for her, real answers...?

Allie set the sketchpad down next to her, hazel eyes focusing on the stranger in front of her, and her words escaped her lips softly.

"... What do you know about Him?"

*Turns around, looking into the forest* "He kills you... In more than one way... Sometimes, he stalks you until you are driven mad. He may also just kill you... no torture at all... organs pulled out, stabbed on trees, or, in some rare cases, just... taking you." *Stares into the forest a few moments, turns back around to face Allie* "Tell me, why did you really come here?"

Allie never did like horror stories. She couldn't stop thinking about the monsters in them after she heard them, and she always had nightmares. It was part and parcel of such an active imagination.

Which was probably why she went visibly pale as a sheet at the thought of her former room mate torn apart and flayed like a biology student's first dissection. Nobody should be... no human being should...

"... Oh," she murmured, her voice scarcely a whimper.

Poor Erin... I hope she's alright, I hope she's not really... she couldn't really be...

The young man's question brought her out of her thoughts. Why did she come here?

"... My room mate Erin went missing a few days ago... and I... well I thought maybe... she..."

Her words trailed off. She never was good at talking when she was nervous.

"... It's just easier if I show you," she said, flipping the sketchpad to the disturbing sketches Erin had drawn before. She'd never realized just how many pages in the back had been filled until now. Would it have killed Erin to have tried to find a notepad or something to draw her creepy ramblings in?

"... By the way, I'm Alicia... Just call me Allie, everyone else does."

"Well Allie, I'm sorry to be the one to say this bu- *Stops himself and realizes how desperate Allie is* "I'm sure your friend is fine"

Allie said nothing, putting the sketchbook back in her pack with her pencils. She couldn't shake the feeling that this young man was hiding something from her, or else had issues of his own with this strange, suited kidnapper. He seemed troubled himself, for one, and for another, he seemed way too familiar with this subject. Either way, she wasn't letting him out of her sight.

That, and with the idea of a kidnapper and possibly even murderer running about, she wasn't going to go anywhere without someone else nearby. Not deeper into the park, not on the trails, not home, nowhere. Just the thought of walking alone past those trees, which she so often had taken as a shortcut from home to here, was giving her terrible shivers now.

Besides, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched...

Well, it's just because you're paranoid of the stories this random guy told you. Erin's fine. You're being ridiculous... it's probably some creep in a morphsuit and tuxedo, and the police have to catch him eventually, right...?

Yes, that was what she'd tell herself. Don't even think of the idea of Erin being hurt, not until she found proof of it herself. And didn't she come here, ultimately, for proof, only to be sidetracked by nervousness into just drawing instead?

Be brave, little Piglet, she thought to herself, recalling what her mother often told her as a child. She could do this. Surely there were all sorts of stories about a mystery man who kidnapped people, right? He couldn't really be that bad, right?

Right.

Allie looked up from zipping her backpack closed, and noticed something dangling from a strap around the boy's neck, a pack. A camera pack? What would this kid need that for, was he a film student at the local university or something?

"Is that a camera?"

"Yes, it is." *He opens the pack and shows her.* "I've been trying to get video of Him for a long time, but I can never find him. I don't think the camera will help, because from what I've seen, trying to record him just makes the recording fuzzy"

(Huh, I wonder where Nightflash got off to... Unless s/he's gonna be our Slenderman...)

Allie looked at the video camera. It was a relatively recent model, small, compact, very nice by all means...

"But what exactly are you gonna do with the footage?" She asked, standing. "If there's already proof of this guy all over Youtube... how come nobody believes any of it?"

That nervous feeling still wasn't leaving her; in fact, it was getting worse. Funny how she'd never noticed how close the trees loomed around this area of the park before, enclosing it from the road and leaving the two of them in almost total isolation from civilization. Not to mention, it was almost empty. Maybe two or three children were playing on the play equipment nearby, no doubt the stories about a kidnapper had driven off most of the families. But it seemed like a ghost town, the barbecues and picnic tables left abandoned, the racquetball court left untouched, the sheer silence of the place.

Her eyes flicked to the side as she checked over her shoulder, seeing nothing... except maybe a flicker of something off to the left, just beyond her peripheral vision and just behind the distant pines standing next to the entrance of the trail...

What was that? A bird? A human being?

"Most of the stuff on Youtube is fake, and I can tell. You don't see any of the extra limbs He has. Also, how do they get the video on Youtube without being killed? I want to get real proof. I want people to know what happened to their friends or children. Nobody believes it because they are forcing themselves not to believe He's real. A few people think he only kills you because you believe in Him. I think those people are fools, and are just denying the inevitable."

"Wait... extra limbs?" Allie asked, confused. How could a human being have more than two arms? Like some sort of... some sort of...

Don't think about spiders, Allie, you're already scared enough.

It was then she noticed the boy looking towards the trails...

"Wait, you're not going in there, are you?"

She followed his gaze into the treeline, despite the fact that she really didn't want to and really didn't think going anywhere near there was a good idea. But if he did go, she didn't want to sit all alone in the park either, with those awful, eerie trees looming over her, their branches reaching for her like arms... Besides, it was getting dark soon, and she didn't wanna walk home through the trails in the dark...

"I think I saw something in there" *Starts walking towards the forest, stops and looks at Allie* "Will you be coming?"

(Sorry if I kinda forced your hand with that last post, klaw. I don't want to godmod or anything, I'm just trying to help subtly advance the plot some since I dunno if or when Nightflash will be posting, or if s/he's controlling Slendy (or it's just left to us to control him) or what. A bit unorganized, but let's just wing it and see where it takes us. :3)

"Well I'm sure as Hell not staying here," she said begrudgingly. Far better to follow him into the woods than to just sit here alone in the dark...

Allie walked along with the young man onto the start of the trailhead. These trails, she knew, led deep into the woods in some directions... and towards the nearby roads and a nature preserve in another. There had to be miles of trails in those woods; it was an awfully big park and people sometimes even came here to camp overnight. It wasn't encouraged, but as long as you weren't caught nobody would ever notice. Perfectly enclosed, silent, a little lacuna of trees.

And that, most of all, was what made Allie so nervous. The forests could get terribly dark at night... and could become maze-like too. She remembered that once, she got lost with a friend when they were middle-schoolers in these same woods during a walk, and that was during the day. Thankfully there was another couple hiking that had noticed and helped them back to the trails, but the feeling of being lost in those woods... it stayed with her for a long, long time after that, and she never again went off-trail since.

"... So what did you say your name was again?" she asked the young man, trying to keep her mind off of her unease. Maybe smalltalk would help suppress the paranoia she felt.

(It's fine. I was starting to wonder if this was going to go into a forest.)

"I'm Jarin." *Turns on his flashlight, continues to walk) "What's that?" (Shines flashlight over an object on the ground) "It's... an axe..." (Picks up the axe) "Is this... my father's axe?"

Allie looked the axe over. It lay just off-trail, off in the forest some, nearly covered with dirt and leaf rot. It seemed to have been there for quite some time...

"Your father...?" She asked, slowly catching up to Jarin as he wandered off-trail, despite her uneasiness. "... Did... did that man, did he go after your father?"

Allie really wanted to get back to the trail now, and never leave the trail again. She was beginning to feel watched, beginning to get too paranoid. Unfortunately, she didn't think Jarin much agreed with her...

Come on, Allie, don't wimp out... it's not real. This is all just some dude in a creepy costume and Erin's probably fine. That has to be the case... this Jarin guy's just trying to spook you... that's all.

"Yes. My father disappeared. I believe it was that creature but I never got proof." *Wipes off the dirt* "What? Blood?" *The axe was stained in dry blood* "But my father... No... I remember now..." *Sits on a rock, thinking* "Yes... I never thought about it but... But why?"

(I'm assuming, by the way, Slenderman will be controlled by whomever, whenever, as a non-player entity...)

Allie quietly sat with Jarin, listening patiently as he hashed out his memories and fears. No doubt he was just as scared as her... only, he wasn't showing it.

She wished she could be that brave. As it was she still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and it had been getting colder all of the sudden, as if all of the warmth in the world were slowly being sucked away... by what?

It's just the wind, Allie. That's all...

But then why did she feel like they weren't alone?

"... Jarin... I think we should leave. I don't like this place..."