B R O K E N
R E C O R D
“Breathe me in...
Breathe me out…”
Cherry red converse sneakers bounced against pavement. Haptic vibrations as heels hit uneven sidewalk. Nylon backpack soaring with song, ponytail fluttering to the rhythm of young lovers' hearts, to quarter beats echoing in frayed earbuds.
"I don't know if I could ever go without…”
She bounded over the curb, drums tapping at the edges of her mind. Naive child. Look both ways, that’s what her mother used to say. But the song had left her suspended in the clouds, drinking up the divine nectar of nostalgia. She hopped back up onto the curb on the other side of the street, cars watching her skip along wistfully. Doltish, gullible child. Go back, look both ways, get out while you can—
“Watermelon sugar, high!”
A dark hand clamped over her mouth, pulling her off of the sidewalk and into an alleyway. Muffled screams drowned out by trumpets blaring their triumphant tune. Chloroform whispering in her ear, citrus and acetone. Her vision doubled. Eyes rolling back, mind rolling through fields of strawberries and kisses on the forehead and cotton candy skies. The song continued to echo.
“Watermelon sugar, high.”
The figure began to drag her to the van. Cherry red shoes stained black, canvas tarnished by the streets. Pools of divine nectar spilling over the edges of a chalice. Flowers bloomed, wilted. She watched through slitted eyes, music starting to swoon through twisted fear.
“Watermelon sugar, high.”
The volume only grew fervent as she faded away. Car doors thrown open, people sprint to her side, haul her into the van. While they hustle the cassette tape falls and shatters, beginning to mock her, stuck on an anxious repeat.
“Watermelon s— Watermelon s— Watermelon s—“
The last thing she heard. Fear, chaos, Armageddon… and a broken record spitting in her face. She had lost. And not even the music could save her. Forever stuck in a loop, backpack to soar, ponytail to flutter…
O V E R V I E W
Welcome to Broken Record, an interactive story! Your character was drugged and kidnapped off the streets by a mysterious group who has been terrorizing college students for a few months now. When the victims woke up, however, they realized something horrific. Their kidnappers were forcing them, along with 24 other people, to partake in a Saw-like competition for their lives. But there was a twist; the victims could only speak in the lyrics of the last song that they were listening to before being kidnapped, or else they’d be killed on-site. Who will survive? Who won’t? Sign up to partake in this roller-coaster of a roleplay!
S I G N - U P
F O R M
Character Name ◊ Age (17-25) ◊ Gender ◊ Sexuality ◊ Occupation? (Besides College Student) ◊ College Major ◊ Nationality ◊ Personality ◊ Looks ◊ Hobbies ◊ Fears ◊ Any relationships? Relatives? Crushes? ◊ Backstory ◊ The last song they were listening to ◊ The singer of the last song they were listening to ◊ Extra Information ◊ Codeword ◊ 3 people who would be interested in this roleplay
R U L E S
◊ Character must live in the US (nationality can be whatever, though).
◊ I have the right to alter your character's backstory if it doesn't make sense or it doesn't fit.
◊ Humans only, please!
◊ This is a realistic roleplay. So no powers.
◊ The first codeword is your favorite genre of music.
◊ If I tell you that I need to edit your character, don't get offended.
◊ You MUST be fine with gore, angst, and romance. If you sign up, I will take it that you are fine with all 3.
◊ Don't complain if something happens to your character. This is going to be a horror story. Stuff happens.
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