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my blood fetish [Dec. 14th, 2004|03:17 pm]
daddy's little girl gotta blood fetish

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this was our domain (Angelous's and mine) even though we had just started working at Statesville Haunted Prison this last season we kinda moved in and took over the Blood Room. It was pretty cool having people that have worked there for years asking us what we think they should do for the night, and then actually listen to our suggestions. As most of you know, my character is Lucy - A derranged British girl who was sentenced to eternal misery for crimes so evil the only suitable punishment was worse than death... she had to spend the rest of her existance at Statesville Prison, where evil goes to die. Under the dominance of the Warden... the most sinister hunters were sent to the Blood Room, where victims' flesh and limbs were exhibited for all to witness the great evil that dwelled there. If a soul could actually make it trough the dark twisting halls and escape the hunters, they would sure not survive the Clowns...

that was the mindset there... Youre all beasts... just looking to be fed... the customers dont matter, theyre just food... you could be a cruel as you wanted... tormenting the terrified girlfriends... while the guys told you her name then stood back and watched.... i remember having black guys, twice my size cowering with fear... god, i miss that... the power to induce fear... it was like a high, all night long... feeding off of theyre screams... moving like an animal... telling victims that i wanted to see their insides, play with their guts and use their flesh as wallpaper....

i miss the emotional release that environment provided... being able to let all of your sick and twisted ideas flourish... i will return to the Blood Room... i feel it calling
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[User Picture]From: risingnova
2004-12-15 10:34 am (UTC)
"i miss the emotional release that environment provided... being able to let all of your sick and twisted ideas flourish... i will return to the Blood Room... i feel it calling"

I miss it all the time! I go on and on about the damn place everytime I start to reminisce. I will one day be able to yell at people again to "GET IN THE BOX!" while slamming a metal pipe on the steel barrel. God damn I miss that...
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[User Picture]From: ctrlandvariable
2004-12-16 05:05 am (UTC)
I miss my blood room with cool dude girl bonny, and frank to. Frank was cool.
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