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Loner Lands / Re: pumped up kicks ┊ INTRO (O)
« Last post by JASPER. on Yesterday at 05:27:43 PM »
Jasper had been out scavenging in nearby neighborhoods from Ripmourne, having left Rosie earlier in the morning with a kiss goodbye. Last night he had not done much hunting, rather turning in early so he could get plenty of sleep to gather supplies for the group. But Jasper did not mind- he rather liked finding creative ways to enter old homes and gathering what he found useful to the group. This time, he had found a spare drawing journal that made him think of Levi.

He made his way back to the cabin, a long walk when weighed down with a duffel bag and a backpack full of enough supplies to hold the group over for the week or so. His eyes scanned the forest for any movement, still watchful of any survivors that may be still wandering.

Jasper seemed to be one of the last to arrive at the cabin, entering with the bags slung around him, making a beeline for the kitchen. He placed the bags on the countertop, his gaze scanning the house to find the back of a blonde head upon the couch.

”Ro, come help me with these?” He called just over the volume of the surrounding conversations.

Jasper began unzipping the bags and opening them wide. When Rosie would approach, he’d extend a hand to stroke the back of her hair and place a kiss upon her forehead in greeting.

”I found something Levi might like,” The brunette spoke in a quieter voice, taking out the journal from his backpack to offer to Rosie. ”Might be better if you gave it to him.” Levi and his relationship had likely been far too turbulent for Levi to accept a gift from Jasper without thinking it backhanded. Still, Jasper was not cold enough to ignore a perfect condition sketchbook sitting in the middle of a coffee table. He had always loved Levi’s artwork after all.

Spoiler: TAGS ♛ UPDATED 9/29 • show
PINTEREST BOARD && SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

BASICS × STOP, DROP, AND DRAG ME INTO PLACE AND LOCK THE FIRE ESCAPES
⤨ jasper torrance && sometimes goes by “jasp”
⤨ cis male && he/him
⤨ twenty one years && december twenty second [ capricorn ]
⤨ resident of ripmourne, killer of devils ditch forest

PHYSICAL × I’LL BREAK YOUR PRETTY FACE. OH, YOU CLEVER LITTLE THINGS, THE SYCOPHANTIC TEENS
⤨ physical health && 95% [ minor bruises and cuts currently healing ]
⤨ carries a hunting knife and various throwing knives on him

APPEARANCE × WHAT A PRECIOUS BASKET CASE. NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH
⤨ recently buzzed black hair ; dark brown eyes ; muscular, average physique ; six foot two ; just under two hundred pounds
⤨ various tattoos, sprawling primarily over his arms and chest, done by levi porter ; pierced nose
⤨ wears dark/black clothes ; slight alt/grunge style ; usually in black cargo joggers or jeans, loose t-shirts or sweatshirts, and black combat boots

PERSONALITY × IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN, I WOULDN’T HESITATE TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE
⤨ a manipulative, exploitative charmer ; extremely protective of group mates ; easy to rile up ; outspoken and often controlling ; malicious and sadistic ; enjoys providing and caring for his group mates ; untrusting to outsiders ; destructive and ambitious

RELATIONSHIPS × AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE- AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME THAT IT WOULD SURELY BE
⤨ sylvie torrance x william torrance && parents - deceased
⤨ heterosexual, monogamous ; in a long-term relationship with rosie porter

INTERACTIONS × SO BITE YOUR TONGUE AND CHOKE YOURSELF TO SLEEP
⤨ hard mentally | extreme physically | enjoys toying with his victims and playing games with them- rarely kills straightforwardly unless necessary
   ↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ extreme ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ extreme ]
⤨ non-violent power play allowed
⤨ will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
⤨ do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (eskie)
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Creative Center / Re: ‧͙⁺˚*・༓ ♱ bones and honey
« Last post by JASPER. on Yesterday at 03:42:32 PM »
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Spoiler: TAGS ♛ UPDATED 9/29 • show
PINTEREST BOARD && SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

BASICS × STOP, DROP, AND DRAG ME INTO PLACE AND LOCK THE FIRE ESCAPES
⤨ jasper torrance && sometimes goes by “jasp”
⤨ cis male && he/him
⤨ twenty one years && december twenty second [ capricorn ]
⤨ resident of ripmourne, killer of devils ditch forest

PHYSICAL × I’LL BREAK YOUR PRETTY FACE. OH, YOU CLEVER LITTLE THINGS, THE SYCOPHANTIC TEENS
⤨ physical health && 95% [ minor bruises and cuts currently healing ]
⤨ carries a hunting knife and various throwing knives on him

APPEARANCE × WHAT A PRECIOUS BASKET CASE. NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH
⤨ recently buzzed black hair ; dark brown eyes ; muscular, average physique ; six foot two ; just under two hundred pounds
⤨ various tattoos, sprawling primarily over his arms and chest, done by levi porter ; pierced nose
⤨ wears dark/black clothes ; slight alt/grunge style ; usually in black cargo joggers or jeans, loose t-shirts or sweatshirts, and black combat boots

PERSONALITY × IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN, I WOULDN’T HESITATE TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE
⤨ a manipulative, exploitative charmer ; extremely protective of group mates ; easy to rile up ; outspoken and often controlling ; malicious and sadistic ; enjoys providing and caring for his group mates ; untrusting to outsiders ; destructive and ambitious

RELATIONSHIPS × AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE- AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME THAT IT WOULD SURELY BE
⤨ sylvie torrance x william torrance && parents - deceased
⤨ heterosexual, monogamous ; in a long-term relationship with rosie porter

INTERACTIONS × SO BITE YOUR TONGUE AND CHOKE YOURSELF TO SLEEP
⤨ hard mentally | extreme physically | enjoys toying with his victims and playing games with them- rarely kills straightforwardly unless necessary
   ↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ extreme ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ extreme ]
⤨ non-violent power play allowed
⤨ will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
⤨ do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (eskie)
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Loner Lands / Devils Ditch pumped up kicks ┊ INTRO (O)
« Last post by ROSIE on Yesterday at 06:43:50 AM »
the gaps in the broken window shades had welcomed streams of bright sunlight into the unlit cabin. it was early in the afternoon, an unusual time for the group of friends to be up due to their long nights of hunting from dusk until dawn. while most mornings and afternoons were dedicated to resting, the group had decided to hold a meeting to discuss plans with the latest survivors that they had lured into the dark depths of the forest for their favorite game to play together.

rosie had been curled up on the couch while she used her jacket as a blanket to shield herself from the drifts that moved through the cabin as winter approached. it had been months since she remembered getting a good night of sleep. her head was an entirely loud place to be, a chorus of guilts and insecurities filling every thought she had when things went quiet. she was trying to figure out how to live with herself after everything she had been roped into doing. there was a certain peace that came along with being the first one in the cabin, the air might have been cold, but she had always preferred the cold and there was an odd feeling of calmness when the others were off doing their own thing. it helped her relax, momentarily relieving rosie of the stress of game.

with her eyelids getting heavy, rosie was about to fall asleep until the sound of the door to the cabin swung open and a large gush of wind hit her in the face and sent a shiver down a back. her eyes opened briefly while she flipped over onto her side and faced away from the door. green eyes burned holes into the cushions of the couch and rosie chewed on her lip with a sigh. she could hear whoever entered talking, but the actual words were drowned out by white noise as she tried to take in the last few minutes of quiet before the others arrived.

only a few minutes passed before everyone began to file into the cabin, if rosie had to guess she heard at least three conversations going on at once between everyone with eager laughs every few lines. she finally turned back around and sat up to allow more room for others to sit down as well, letting out a small yawn as she stretched her arms over her head. she slipped her coat back on and pulled her legs up to meet her chest, making herself as small as possible to feel a sense of security she hadn't been able to find in quite some time.

Spoiler:  tags - updated 10/15 • show
BASICSI AM CONTAGIOUS
&. rosie elliot porter | ❝ ro ❞ | female [ she / her ] .
&. 19 years old . | july ninth ; cancer.
&. no position of no group ; currently affiliated with no group in the loner lands with a group of friends .

PERSONALIYI AM BREAKING DOWN
&. timid , empathetic , anxious , loyal , malleable , meek , intelligent , curious ,  .

APPEARANCEI AM NOTHING
&.  5'3 & 108 lbs ; reference .
↳ long and straight / wavy hair ; naturally a dark blonde / light brown shade ; colors her hair frequently, currently a light pink
↳ big doe eyes ; light green with grey tones ; brown specks in her right eye due to partial heterochromia ; long doll-like eyelashes
↳ quite pale ; dainty freckles covering her nose and cheeks as well as her shoulders
↳ her style isn't super consistent , however it is often very feminine ; typically a mix of dark academia and indie / alternative
↳ has a some tattoos ; has one on her collar bone , behind her left ear , & then a few on her fingers and hands
↳ has a scar over her right eye extending from the top of her eyebrow to her cheekbone ; the injury is what caused the heterochromia and she can no longer see out of that eye
↳ also has a few less noticeable scars scattering her back as well as other areas of her body due to past trauma

INTERACTIONSI AM NO ONE'S FAULT
&.  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 6/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ medium ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ easy ]
↳ is pretty trained in fighting , but is very hesitant to actually engage and participate in such activities .
&. attack in bold #8C7271 | @finny. | pm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

INVENTORYI AM CONTAGIOUS
&. [ 0 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 0 ] aid items | [ 0 ] misc .
↳ inventory .

RELATIONSHIPSI AM PLAGUED WITH LIES
&. heather x stephen | her mother passed away when rosie was only nine years old from being ill ; her father couldn't bare being without his love and ended up leaving rosie under the care of her uncle and disappeared not too long after .
↳ after being left under the care of her uncle , things took a turn and he began to grow violent towards rosie and often took his anger out on her , between this and the loss of both of her parents at a young age is what formed her into being such a timid people pleaser , often doing whatever she can to keep people she loves close .
↳ has an older twin brother named levi ; is extremely close with him and quite dependent at times .
&. pansexual ; panromantic ; mongamous . | currently in a relationship with jasper .
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Creative Center / Re: ‧͙⁺˚*・༓ ♱ bones and honey
« Last post by JASPER. on Yesterday at 05:24:37 AM »
He always passed his verdict with an apathetic hardness. So when Rosie came to Jasper, her eye bandaged and her breath trembling as she told him the truth, his eyes flickered as he held her. Even before her tears bled into his shirt and she cried she wished he would just die, Jasper had already begun imagining her uncle’s sunken forehead under his heel. Her words had merely been his blessing.

He would spend the next day with her: gently, delicately. What little he could do to fend off the ache, to temporarily bring a sparkle back to her, he did. But it wasn’t enough. Not for Jasper, at least. The scales were imbalanced, and that night he sought to right them.

And now, his victim, her abuser, was seated mere feet from the executioner. His radio, precious thing, continued on schedule, blaring an upbeat 80’s song likely from his prime years. It was clear he showed no remorse for the incident that had taken place just the other night. A blood stain still marked the corner of the rug. Jasper’s jaw tightened.

He lurked in the archway of the entry hall, cloaked in the lightless shadows of the night. He was unmoving stone, staring blankly through his mask at the man sunken into the couch. The light of a battery powered lantern illuminated him faintly from the coffee table, casting an eerie scene.

The click of his knife opening alerted the man during a pause in the beat, and he turned suddenly, staring at the masked teen behind him. He hurried to his feet, still staring at the intruder, his eyes wide with fear.

”Who are you?” The elder demanded, taking a cautious step back, the back of his legs meeting the table’s edge.

Jasper cocked his head slowly to the side, smiling behind the mask.

”Don’t you recognize me, Mike?”

The man turned and ran towards the kitchen, and so mimicked Jasper. Mike flew towards the countertop, desperately reaching for the butcher knife from the wooden block. He whipped around, and suddenly his fingers seared as they were sliced nearly completely off by Jasper’s polished blade. He raised his trembling hand, his fingers held only by tendons, swaying sickly with his tremors.

Jasper grasped the man by his shirt’s collar, swinging him around and shoving him to the kitchen floor. The hard tile met the man’s back, his head cracking against the floor. His vision blurred for a moment.

”Get up.” Jasper spoke coldly, flatly, standing over the man.

He remained on the floor, his chest tight with panic and confusion. Mike tried feebly to scoot himself away from his attacker, scrambling back towards the kitchen wall. A heavy boot suddenly came upon his knee, bashing it against the floor, and a guttural cry erupted from the man. He screamed out in pain, face contorted with horror, clutching his thigh.

”I said get up!” Jasper shouted violently.

The man cried in fear and pain, shaking his head quickly, the pain still searing through his leg. But Jasper did not take kindly to no’s. He pulled the pistol from the back of his black jeans, unlocking it and pointing it at the man’s forehead. Mike sobbed again in fear, but he slowly complied, sitting forwards and clutching his leg again in pain. He shook his head again. ”I can’t!” He pleaded.

”I don’t give a shit, old man. Get the fuck up.” He spat.

A burning pain shot through the man as he attempted to do so, his hands clutching the wall as he dragged himself upwards. But the pain became too much, and he slid down the wall heavily, his breath ragged from the struggle. He shook his head once more, slowly, defeatedly.

”I can’t- I can’t-“ Mike begged.

”Fine. I’ll make you.”

Jasper slipped the gun into his waistband again, reaching forward to grab the man from under his arms, dragging the elder back into the dimly lit living room. Mike fought him little, too fixated on minimizing the pain from his shattered knee as his legs dragged across the household. He landed with a soft thud upon the edge of the rug, his breath trembling. Jasper knelt down beside the man, his forearm propped upon his knee, still holding the bloodied knife. With his other hand, he shoved the man’s head against the rug, forcing him to look at Rosie’s bloodstain.

”You know why I’m here, don’t you?”

Mike sobbed, eyes squeezing shut. ”It was an accident! She knows that! I didn’t mean-“

”Shut up!” Jasper yelled. ”I can’t listen to your sad fucking voice. You don’t see the wrongs of your actions, old man? Fine. l’ll make you see them.”

Jasper grasped the man by his throat and suddenly loomed atop him, using his knees to pin down the man’s forearms. Knife in hand, he squeezed the man’s chin with his other, holding him in place. Suddenly, the knife came down, squelching wetly into the man’s left eye. A piercing scream came from him as he thrashed under his attacker. Jasper struggled to keep the man pinned down under him, shifting to apply more weight to his arms. He continued to grasp the man’s chin to hold him still.

”Stop being so fucking difficult!” Jasper chimed, mimicking the man’s words from the night of Rosie’s attack.

The music continued on as the elder screamed in agony, writhing under the teen. Dark crimson flowed from his eye, running down his cheek and onto the rug, creating a new stain.

”Are you thinking of her?” Jasper crooned, tracing the blade against his cheek as the man below him cried in pain.

”But she’s not the only one, is she?” He whispered, moving the knife to Mike’s neck, pressing ever so slightly into his skin.

”I know about that little family secret too, Uncle Mike.” The man continued sobbing, his remaining eye looking up at Jasper pleadingly. ”I’ll do it better, though.”

He ripped through the man’s throat with the knife, blood spraying onto the teen as he grunted with the force. The man choked and began to gurgle violently, his eye rolling back into his head. His body shook with shock as he slowly died underneath the teen, who stared intently.

He would bury the man’s body later in the night at the Ripmourne cemetery in an unmarked, shallow grave. The Porter residence had been cleaned all but for the new, larger stain on the living room rug, and the music from the radio continued to blare from the house, all through the night.
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Creative Center / Re: goodnight moon ┊aesthetic storage
« Last post by RAVEN. on October 14, 2021, 04:28:01 AM »
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Creative Center / Re: it gets freezing here after dark ┊dump
« Last post by RAVEN. on October 14, 2021, 04:20:08 AM »
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Group Guides / Re: devils ditch — updated 10/14
« Last post by finny. on October 14, 2021, 04:11:45 AM »
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Group Guides / Devils Ditch devils ditch — updated 10/14
« Last post by DEVILS DITCH on October 14, 2021, 04:10:52 AM »
he found a six shooter gun
in his dad's closet .
there were legends that there was a ghost town over the mountain, telling a tale of how a group of teenagers murdered their entire community out of rebellion. you might remember the nights where your mother would tell you to never walk alone after dark because someone might come in the middle of the night to lure you away into their forest, never to be seen again. their voices echo throughout the night air, beckoning you into the darkness so they can sink their claws into you and drag you away. would they bring you into a cave where the haunting monster resides? or would they inflict a more chilling end on you? no one has made it out alive to say. will you be the first?



as you look around for supplies, you find a tattered journal hidden between the couch cushions. the almost obvious placement makes you skeptical, but your curiosity grows so you open it up and begin to read.

february 24th

hello , survivor .

it seems as if you had the unfortunate fate of ending up in devil's ditch forest . it has been 37 days since i had entered the forest to save my sister and i haven't seen her yet . i have been trying to remain hopeful that i will make it out of this place , but i don't see any escape happening in the near future . i don't know how many of them there are , they travel around the forest with a terrifying ease and are always watching .

it doesn't matter anymore if you believe in the scary stories you have heard about this place , they are painfully real and you are in danger . the killers view this has a game for them , they only have one goal and that is to make sure you are dead . i am still not sure if my sister is even here anymore , i am afraid that i fell for their trap to lure me in here .

i hope to write to you again , stay safe out there .

march 13th

i have noticed that even during a chase the killers will avoid the cliff at all costs , often stopping dead in their tracks at some unmarked barrier . if you need a quick escape , this would be the best place to go and regroup . i still have yet to find out why they won't enter this area , it's better to be safe and leave before finding out .

don't stay here after dark !

april 2nd

i have scouted out more of the territory today and have come across a cemetery on the edge of town . some of the graves look fresh , this must be where we all end up .

it would be wise to not get too close to the town , i have noticed that this is where they spend a lot of their time when they aren't hunting us . it would be smart to just keep your distance from the area , if they catch you then you are already dead .

may 19th

as the months go on in the forest i have learned a lot of secrets and tricks . i hope these are able to help you .
  • no matter how quiet and careful you might be , they know where you are and they will find you .
  • if you are alone , find other survivors . it seems as if they all have their own people they are chasing , there is more than likely other allies around you .
  • sleep in shifts , not having someone on lookout is a death wish . always stay within yelling distance , once you are alone they will close in on you .
  • never get too comfortable in one place , always be on the move and changing your camp .
  • don't trust the voices calling out to you at night , they are not your friends and they do not wish to help you .
  • beware of the wolf in sheep's clothing .
june 5th

i'm afraid this journal might be coming to an end soon , my friend . the killers have gotten closer since the last time i had written , i won't be alive for very much longer . ending up in this forest is a death i wouldn't wish on anyone , i hope that no one will be around to read this , but if you are then i hope you find some use in it and make it longer than i did .

before i go , i wanted to share my last piece of advice with you and give you tips on how to combat each killer effectively . understanding these points may end up saving your life down the road .

the leader is -

the rest of the journal’s pages have been ripped out and you are unable to read the rest.



before you leave the cabin, you look over the contents of one of the tables. something interesting catches your eye, on a weather piece of paper.

the killer's code of conduct .
  • betrayal against the other killers can result in death as punishment .
  • guns are frowned upon , it defeats the whole purpose of the game and can mess up other people's hunts . knives and other melees are encouraged .
  • under no circumstances are you allowed to be around jackson's cliffs , if a chase ends up that way you drop it .


on the back of the journal, there are barely legible coordinates written across the top. you decide to go find what they had left for you, upon entering the cave you don't see anything of importance, assuming it must have been found already. as you begin to leave, a glow catches the corner of your eye. you walk over to the edge of the cave wall and find a piece of glass half buried by the dirt, you dig underneath and find another journal, this time containing a description of the territory seemingly written by the previous journalist.

devils ditch forest [ x , x ]lives up to its name - it’s the perfect place for these killers to play their sick game . though they navigate the woods with ease , it’s a twisted labyrinth of repetitions . the forest itself looks touched by the devil- it’s trees twisted and gnarled , the shrubbery thorned and reaching for you , the ground dry and infertile . however, there are landmarks that have helped me regain what few bearings i keep .

the forest spans for miles, and just a couple more away is the town of ripmourne [ x , x ] it’s sign standing wearily , covered in graffiti . it’s a small residential area , with what looks like mostly-completed single family homes . it looks strangely out of place after being stuck in the forest for so long , but don’t fall for its normalcy - this is where some killers rest and regroup when not pursuing us . i have only seen it from a safe distance . this is not your escape route- find another way. i’ve seen too many fall into this trap .

the cliff i mentioned as a sort of safe - zone is somewhere in the middle of these woods . the trees clear out , as the edge becomes rocky . if you peer over the edge , it plummets into a shallow creek . slipping off the edge would surely kill you . again , the killers seem to avoid the area - perhaps due to its danger . don’t get too comfortable .

the creek below is called crimson creek [ x , x , or so a handmade sign declares at the edge of it . i’ve seen killers here squatting to wash the blood from their hands , making the water run red . it seems like they have a sense of humor in their names .

just a few dozen meters from the creek are the caves , a small system of three caves intertwined . they don’t go very deep , but provide a few hiding spots in the pitch black . the creek nearby also provides a sound that helps mask subtle sounds you may make .

lastly , i’ve come across a worn down cabin somewhere in the woods . approach with caution - this is the wolfs den . i entered with another survivor who did not make it out . i managed to steal some weapons and food from it , but it is not worth the risk unless you’re in a group . it’s a small one story cabin , sleeping bags and supplies scattered around the various rooms . as we looted , we discovered polaroids of the killers , grinning and posing together , some wielding weapons or masks with pride , posted on the walls . as if this wasn’t sickening enough , they have photos of us . taken from a distance , as if stalking us . we even found drawings of previous survivors , their bodies full of wounds and sickly pale , posted on the fridge as if a parent taking pride in their child’s work .

watch for these landmarks - they may save your life when running through this labyrinth of rot .

good luck .

devil's ditch forest
all the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, outrun my gun all the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet . ————
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OOC Discussion / Re: VICE WORLD — PLOTTING.
« Last post by timothy on October 12, 2021, 01:24:35 PM »
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OOC Discussion / Re: VICE WORLD — CHATTING.
« Last post by timothy on October 12, 2021, 01:24:16 PM »
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