Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion

The apartment block only has four floors letting the penthouse be on the fourth.

Okay...by the word 'Penthouse', you may start imagining a luxurious penthouse with lounge chairs and flat screen, plasma TV and all that stuff. This penthouse...let's just say was like that until Killian moved in.



Those of you who know Killian will know his bad smoking and drinking habits.

Let me give you a tour through this apartment.

You open the front door to a massive, unkept living room. Let the stench of stale cigarettes and beer engulf you...
The TV though is the flat screen, plasma you imagined though dust covers it. Killian never cleans his home.
The sofa was...I repeat, was, luxurious and expensive looking but now...it's old, stained and a little ripped.
The floorboards are just old...old and ruined. Everywhere is stained. The coffee table has many cigarette burns and the layer of carpet in front of the TV was completely ruined. Black burns were on it and they were everywhere.

You wrinkle your nose thinking this couldn't get any worse but you walk into the kitchen/dining room. The stench of stale beer and cigarettes are stronger here. The table holds many bowls of unemptied ashes. The table is burnt. The bin is unemptied and flys swarm around it. There are beer cans and bottles scattered in various place.

Can it get any worse?

Yes. The bedroom next as you feel feint from the odours. You enter and smell the same strong stench and...something else...sex. It roams the air and mixes with the other odours to make something a million times more disgusting. The bed is unmade and Killian's gothic attires and used condoms are thrown here and there, scattered randomly. His belongings were obviously once luxurious and clean but he ruined it.

You are now probably thinking, God save me from this hell! I force you to explore the bathroom.

Try imagining that?

Killian led a blonde, model-like girl to his front door. They were all giggly with bags of alcohol. The girl's name was Hannah. Simple but breezy. Killian led her into his house. Hannah was giggling helplessly as Killian swept her into a sexy kiss. They sat on the battered sofa and popped open a can of beer each. Killian flicked on the television and started cuddling with Hannah. They suddenly started to snog as they tipped back into the bedroom.

As Eris approached the apartment block, she walked into the building and went straight to the elevator. Though she obviously didn't belong there, no one tried to stop her. Why would they? She just looked like a sweet lost girl and besides, the apartment wasn't exactly a class joint. No one with an ounce of sense would be here just for visiting purposes.
Slipping up the stairs, Eris finally reached what she assumed was Killian's room. He'd be a person to have the penthouse of course. Eris knocked on the door quietly, not hardly loud enough for the two to hear, before she jiggled the handle. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. She stuck her head in, looking around for Killian. She whispered, "Killian?"

Giggles emerged from the door across the hall. There was also the sound of....moving furniture? Killian was...doing his own thing and the giggles were a mix of his and Hannah's. Because of all this noise, it was impossible for Killian to hear Eris. He had totally forgot to lock the front door. Killian was, of course, doing his usual routine of sex, alcohol and cigarettes.

Eris slowly slipped her entire body into the penthouse, shutting the door behind her. The place was... nice? At the least it was Killian's so she had to like it. It was kind of reminiscent of him in a way with all the beer cans, garbage, and... condoms. That made Eris beyond worried, both for her sake and Killian's. That had to mean that he was with someone else, didn't it? Eris shook her head. No, no it didn't! They could be someone else's or... or some other excuse. He liked her; he wouldn't do that. But even so, Eris began to get more and more worried as she walked further into the place. She could hear things coming from the bedroom... Her hand rested on the doorknob. "Killian, are you in there?" She asked, wondering if he could hear her.

Hearing another voice, Hannah screamed. Killian recognised the voice to be Eris' and frowned, fuming with anger. He pulled his duvet around himself and opened the door. "What the fuck do you want?" he asked, exasperahted. He was glaring a billion daggers at Eris.Hannah was bewildered, lost for words.

Eris' eyes trailed up to Killian's face. She was smiling wide, glad to see him again. "Oh, hi. Guess I did pick the right apartment huh?" Her hand went behind her back, wavering over the twenty dollar bill he'd given her earlier. "I was just..." Her eyes skimmed across the room and caught on Hannah. Her eyebrows furrowed before she looked back to Killian, understanding know what had just been occurring. "I was..." Instead of grasping the money, her hand gripped the hilt of her knife. It flung out of her hand with incredible speed, nailing Hannah in the neck and pinning her to the bed. Blood flowed from the wound in her throat, a gurgling sound filling the empty space in the room. The lovely blonde girl was dead within moments.
A second later and Eris' expression had returned to its usual sunny state. "I was just coming to return this." The money was in her hand and another bright smile was on her face.

Killian gritted his teeth and slapped her across the cheek. He ran over to Hannah to feel her pulse. Finding none, Killian screamed at Eris "You fucking daughter of a bitch! Go fuck yourself!" He knew Hannah had a family. They knew how Hannah was with him tonight and when Hannah is noticed to be missing, Killian was certain toast. "Get out of my apartment!" he yelled and roughly kicked her until she was at the door.

White hot pain shot across Eris' cheek as Killian's hand collided with it. Her palm shot up clutch it, rubbing her cheek tenderly. She felt herself start to hurt inside as he yelled at her and called her such awful names. "Why?" She asked in reply to him telling her to get out, "What did I do wrong?" Her eyes were wide with shock, as if she hadn't a clue what she'd just committed. She'd just killed someone but Eris didn't think of it like that. She was just protecting the one she loved.

Killian thinking her awfully stupid and horrible, roughly pushed her out of the door. "Just go. I never want to see you again. If I do, I'll chop you into a billion cubes with blood oozing out," he yelled, eyes wet with anger. He used his foot to kick her to the end of the floor, hurting her much so she couldn't run back. He slammed the door shut with such force the whole floor shook...trembled.

Eris winced every time that Killian's foot slammed into her. Her eyes had started to water about the fifth time he'd done it but she just bit her lip. It hurt. As he slammed the door shut in front of her face, her hair flew back from the force, tangling around her face. She brushed it back with her fingers, wiping away some stray tears as she did. Eris didn't think he'd be able to cut her up like that - she was a warrior, trained to fight a million enemies at once - but it still scared her that he would even consider doing that.

((Should I have her leave or...?))

((I don't know...))

((Whoa-kay. Well, I could have her go and end it or keep her around and cause more problems. If its okay with you, I think I might go with number two...
Would he try to kill her if she kept going? XD))

((He'd curse the crap out of her...XD It'll be fine! Um...Have you made a character in my group?))

Killian strode back to the bedroom and pursed his lips seeing Hannah's dead, nude body. Why did he have to clean up the mess Eris made? He immediatly started racking his brains for a good excuse about Hannah's death. He could throw her in the missle of a street and say that she insisted on walking home alone. That'll be best.

Killian first wandered to his kitchen and fetched a can of beer from his cupboard. He snapped it open, chugged some of the liquer down and strode to the living room. He plopped down on the ragged couch and flicked on the TV to some horror movie showing on Film 4.

((Awesome :) I have everything laid out for the character I just need to write in all the information. Would you mind if I sent you over what I have so far in a message? I really want someone to see it XD ))

Eris stood by the door, her clenched hand reaching up to knock. She tapped on it twice, leaving two small sounds hanging in the air. Please open up. She thought, wishing he could hear her. She spoke quietly at first and then her voice started to raise, "Killian, I'm sorry! I...I might have acted irrationally and I wish I could take it back but I can't. So... please forgive me." Eris didn't even think about what she was apologizing for let alone that she wouldn't be able to ever make up for it. How could you be forgiven for taking an innocent's life?

((Go ahead! I would love to see her!))

Killian was walking to the door before he heard Eris' voice. Right then, he stopped wanting to just throw her out of the window really hard then burning her until she turns to ashes. He wanted to make her feel unbearing pain. He wouldn't hurt an innocent but Eris was definitely not an innocent.

Killian, yelled at the door "FUCK OFF! GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT! OUT OF THE BUILDING!" He sat back down on the couch and turned the TV to full volume to block out Eris' irritating voice that sounded like a rodent's.

((Squee! Yay! I'm messaging you now ^o^ ))

Eris took her hand back from the door and clutched it close to her heart. She felt awful about the entire situation. She'd just wanted to come and give him back what he'd given her but now she'd just made him angry. And Eris couldn't even fathom why. He hadn't really cared for that girl so why was he so upset? She was just another girl. Eris couldn't understand it at all. "What can I do to make it up to you...?" She asked quietly. Her voice was drowned out by the sound of the tv's loud speakers. She spoke again but louder this time, "KILLIAN! What can I do to make it up to you!?!?"

((I HATE ERIS!))
Killian rolled his eyes and turned off the TV. He strode to the door and flung it open to meet Eris face to face. "Look, Rodent, I'll accept your apology if you keep avoiding me, never talk to me or comunicate to me in any way and accept the fact that I hate you, not love you." he said through gritted teeth. He wanted to kick her ass so hard right now!

((Ermagherd, really?! That's funny XD
Why do you hate her? ))

As the door opened to reveal Killian, Eris stared up into his blue eyes, every word hitting her like a speeding bullet. "I... I can't accept that. Why do you hate me? I've never done anything bad to you?" It was true... kind of. She'd never directly harmed him and she still wouldn't. Even if he beat her right now or harmed her in any way, she'd take it. She was his no matter what.

((I just LOATH her...))

Killian clenched his fists and his amazing blue eyes shone with pure hatred for her. He didn't answer her first question because it was insane. He hated Eris because she was so darn hateable! Killian threatened to close the door and warned "Either accept or your apology won't be accepted!"

((Haha, okay then! I like writing her a lot. Its fun to be creepy and overly possessive.))

"I don't care if my apology is accepted or not." She looked down and whispered to herself, "It didn't mean anything anyways." Her brown eyes flickered back to his, "I just wanted you to know I'm sorry, okay?" She flashed a twitching smile, "I just want someone to like me is all. No one really does and I don't know why." Her hand rested on the door so that he couldn't close it on her. Though she may appear weak and innocent, she was pretty strong. Killian should know this more than anyone though.

Killian laughed at her little speech, tauntingly and taunted in a baby voice "Aw...you dowing that will mwake mwee hate you mwore, Rowdent!" He wanted her dead. He wanted her in the horrors of hell. It was horrible how annoying she was.

((I give you full permission just to snap her neck. Go for it! If you don't, the same thing will most likely happen at the battle so I don't really mind. Or you could make her have a really slow death because that would be awesome... And I'd like to write a death scene... I'm disturbed obviously.))

"R-rodent?" Her eyes started to tear up, "Look, I meant what I said..." She looked down, not believing this was happening. "You're just... you're just being a meany. Did something happen that made you hate me like this?" All this time and Eris hadn't pointed the finger at herself. She didn't understand that if maybe she'd just walked up to him and introduced herself like a normal person he might have ended up liking her. Or maybe if she hadn't shown up here he wouldn't be yelling at her. But Eris couldn't think like that. She wasn't raised to think like that. In her mind, it was always someone else's fault.

((YUS!))

Killian somehow knew Eris didn't have anyone there to notice how she's missing and stepped forward. "This...is what you did to others!" he sighed before taking Eris' knives in one quick movement and examining them. It was easy to guess how many types of blood touched each of these. He twirled two around on his finger tips and started to to decide on where to kill her.

Now Eris was crying. She couldn't hold it any longer and they just streamed down her cheeks, not ending any time soon. "If you do this..." She spoke, her voice shaking, "you're just as good as me. Is that really what you want?" Her eyes stayed trained on the silver glint of the knives in his hands. She swallowed, wondering where he'd do it at. Would he make it long and painful or quick and painless? Eris didn't know; she'd done both to people before. But at least it was Killian that would be ending her life. At least she could stare up into his blue eyes and wait for death to claim her. He'd be the last person she saw and the last voice she heard. Strangely, she was okay with that.

Killian smirked and sighed "Roland might help. Knives are oldfashioned...mmm...I won't be there when he sinks those fangs into your throat!" He threw the knives into his bin one by one and slammed the door in her face. Roland will help do it soon.

Eris jumped as the door slammed in her face. She'd expected him to do it but he hadn't. Why? Maybe he knew that was what she wanted. Well, whoever this Roland guy was, Eris wouldn't go easy on him like she would have with Killian, even if she didn't have her knives handy anymore. She sighed, deciding she'd return later to talk this whole thing over when Killian calmed down. "O-okay, Killian!" She said, smiling. Turning on her heels, she decided she needed to go somewhere secluded and think. Maybe the alley or a forest or something like that.

((Wanna do it?? :3 Now I'm anxious to get rid of her...))

Adeline banged on the door, then turned invisible. She dropped a package at the front door. Cigarettes...and beer. She figured he was that sort of person. Quietly, she stalked away. The only way to even know someone was there...would be the elevator ding.
Judging from the scent of blood wafting under the door...Eris had been here. And she'd been jealous. Underneath her canopy of invisiblity spells, Adeline smirked, shaking her head.

Killian had heard the footsteps approach and thought it was Eris back again. He swung open the door, a quick retort ready. "Fu-...huh?" he started. Finding no one there, he was highly confused. He knew Eris wasn't that fast, to ring a doorbell and walk off...she wouldn't have stalked off anyways. It must have been someone else. A young teen pulling a prank on him? Finally, he looked down to find his present. Was it poison? He looked around again finding no one and shrugged. He'll have to call Roland first then detect the poison. Killian picked up the package with ease and swung the door shut.

Inside, he made a quick call to Roland about the situation and decided to do it together.

At around midnight, Killian carried Hannah's body in a sack to throw her on the road with her clothes and grabbed a jacket. Finally, taking the right knife, he left.

((Here I go, Jenny!))

((So should I go put her in the alley? And this is going to be so much fun!! I love killing characters!))

((Yep Alley! Wicked girl!))

Killian pushed the door open and held it there with his foot as he cradled Roland's ashes in his arms. He walked forward letting the door slam shut as he made his way to the ash burnt kitchen table in the next room. Killian gently cracked open the top of the jar and sprinkled Roland's ashes across the table and prepared himself for the ritual. He first made sure all the windows were tight shut so no breeze could blow away a single dust. Killian put on a mask to cover his nose and mouth in case he blows Roland away and preceded to the drawers to select the perfect candles. All the candles selected were black.

Killian placed the candles in particular areas on the table and pulled out a cigarette lighter to light them. He clicked the lighter on and lighted each candle. The bright yellow flames flickered and danced in the darkness looking particularly lovely standing on the slim, elegant black candles. Nearly all was prepared. All Killian needed was that special valve of brewed potion and his valve of sacrificed human blood. He rumaged through his inside pockets to find the medium sized valve. Half of it was filled with deep red human blood. Killian walked over to that hidden space in his wall to retrieve his tiny valve of vampire revival potion. Finding it, he returned to the ashes of roland and preformed the ritual in the dark.

First it started with a few 'charmed words'. Then the potion was sprinkled and the blood followed. More murmurs were spoken before the flames on the candles abruptly stopped dancing. Suddenly, a breeze swept from nowhere and every second flame extinguished. The ashes started to merge together to form a body...The body of Roland.

Roland gradually returned to utter solidness and what did he do first but smile that mischievous smile at Killian. "Let's party!" he said with his grin widening.
Killian, against the wall with his arms folded, grinned his signature grin back at him. That same lopsided one. Without saying a word, he waited for Roland to jump off the table. Roland did and they exchanged a few manly gestures symbolising how much a priviledge it was to see eachother again. Then, what did they do but go clubbing. And so, Killian and Roland are back...and never better...