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Round Robin 'Riting.
Round Robin 'Riting. No vampires aloud. I shall begin:
"The candy is to strong for me, my Lord," a mans voice said, a loud echo in the high cielinged room.
"Use your teeth," the lord said simply.
"But I'm allergic to chocolate!" the man whined.
"You don't have to swallow, just do it," Lord Chandoc said logicaly. "It won't affet you at all, I promise," a forced smile.
Biting into the chocolate heart with his teeth, instead of his brown, split end hair, it broke in half. The chocolate melted in the mans warm mouth.
"There, wasn't that easy?" Lord Chandoc asked.
No answer.
"Hello, Mr. Bakold, are you there?"
But Ginwald Bakold did not answer. He couldn't, you see, becasue he was dead, unfortunately.
Lord Chandoc was quiet for a fraction of a second, with his mouth pursed and not believing what he'sd just done.
After scolding himself and hurting his very own feelings, he started to talk to himself, which was completely normal for him:
"You never tell lies," he told himself, " This is the first time you've ever told a lie."
~~~~~
Okay, so Lord Chandocs sort of crazy. his father somehow diguised himself and went out into the world. In the city, he somehow lost his memory's. The only way he can et them back is if he eats the chocolate that he made. Someone who is not him, will die if they eat it. So, Lord Chandoc is making everyone eat some of the chocolate, so that's why the guy with the odd name died. So, yeah, anyone can continue.
Goodbye,
~Meadow de Weirdo
submitted by Meadow
(December 9, 2009 - 11:45 am)
(December 9, 2009 - 11:45 am)
hmm. interesting.
The lie tasted bitter and vile on his lips, and Chandocs resisted the urge to spit. He strode over Bakold's cold lifeless body, not looking back. He needed more chocolate- the sugary poison was slowly inching Chandocs closer to his goal. He laughed maniachly (spelling was way off) as he imagined what his father would think. Poor man... clueless, behind on the times. He would be worthless as soon as Chandocs no longer needed the chocolate. Disgusting stuff, he'd never really liked it. Now he had a different opinion, but not of its taste.
Chandocs grasped the door handle and yanked open the doors of the dimly lit room. Light flooded in, coating everything in an amber glow, allowing him to search for his next victim -er- taster. After all, what had happened last time was only a memory- just a part of his dismal past.
(December 9, 2009 - 7:21 pm)
Next in line was a very dirty little girl with a shabby dress. her big, brown eyes looked up at Lord Chandoc. "Hello, sir," she said quietly.
"Come with me," was Chandocs reply, "I want you to tell me which chocolate you like better." Whenhe said better, he slamed the doors shut, making a very loud, uncomfortable sound. The little girl jumped.
"There, there, it's fine. here's the chocolate." he handed her the half of the heart the dead man dropped when he died.
"Who's that, over there," the little girl said, pointing to the heap of bones, clothes, and very little skin.
"Oh, he's just sleeping," Lord Chandoc said, taking note to haul the dead out of the giant window so no one would get to nervous. "Taste the chocolate."
The little girl was not Chandocs father.
(December 10, 2009 - 10:12 am)
Oh, whoops. He's looking for his father? let me change that second paragraph. ....He laughed insanely as he imagined what his father would think. Poor daff man, wherever he was. And chandocs would find him. Soon. This shabby world in which he lived was shrinking, the blank parts of the map no longer vacant. His father would come, one way or another...
(December 10, 2009 - 4:17 pm)
The girl looked ready to throw up. She fell to the ground with a clunk, and Chandocs realized that it was the chocolate. As he dragged away the bodies, Chandocs realized that he could kill anybody this way. Chandocs ran through the grimy streets toward a man in a huge orange t-shirt. " 'Scuse me. Would you like to take some sample chocolate?"
"Eat some yourself." He scowled. "Do." The man shoved the chocolate into Chandocs' throat. Chandocs felt the delicious chocolate in his mouth. Even as he spit out the chocolate he could feel it doing odd things to his body. Oh well. He thought, at least my poison tastes good.
(May 18, 2010 - 5:19 pm)