Hentai_Sonic_CH
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You...want to be with me? ((A "The Ring" rp)) OPEN TO ONE GIRL! MORE PEOPLE LATER
Name: Dairou Kanchou
Age: 19
Appearance: Somewhat a slacked person, he works on his appearance quite scarcely. Procastination being his strong sport, he usually throws on his clothing so there is no tell what he is usually wearing. Just out of high school, he has no five o'clock shadow nor any features which show he is even over 16.
Bio: Just graduating from high school, Dairou has been searching his city for a love, one who could motivate him to do better in life to care for her. Unable to find one yet, he mostly goes to bars and payable webcam/chatrooms which he uses his job as a chinese food chef in order to acquire money for that.
One day sitting on the couch, he started to flip through the channels after coming home from a long hard day at work. He had been working 7 hours, feeling that they worked him to the bone as he tossed his backpack on the ground and kept flipping the channels, his eyes locked onto a single tape that he had found in a club. A porno perhaps, a private show mistrued to lend out to him before he would give it back? Taking the tape into his hands, he looked close at the black letters on they slightly grey tape. "Do not watch?"
Rubbing his wet thumb after licking it, the words were smudged and a cold chill ran through his spine. Something WAS up with this tape, but what? Standing up from where he was, he reached into his fridge and pulled out a bottle of black cherry juice, closely resembling blood. After all he was to have a Halloween party next week and he wanted to get everything ready. His ex-girlfriend was going to show up as a leopard girl, body paint with no clothing on and his buddies what they always are, a couple of blathering hobos. They already had the drunk part down pat.
Laughing at this thought He walked over to the tape recorder and looked at the tape, it looked as thought it had been charred pretty badly but all that he needed do was let out an exhale on the surafec and it was cleaned. The dust flying off the blackened surface, he smiled and placed the tape in gently before falling back on the couch. His arms resting against the arm rests, he sent a hair through his brown hair and and pressed play on his remote, the entire room went dark and a hand reached out of the TV. It was of a young woman, her name...was Samara.
Name: Dairou Kanchou
Age: 19
Appearance: Somewhat a slacked person, he works on his appearance quite scarcely. Procastination being his strong sport, he usually throws on his clothing so there is no tell what he is usually wearing. Just out of high school, he has no five o'clock shadow nor any features which show he is even over 16.
Bio: Just graduating from high school, Dairou has been searching his city for a love, one who could motivate him to do better in life to care for her. Unable to find one yet, he mostly goes to bars and payable webcam/chatrooms which he uses his job as a chinese food chef in order to acquire money for that.
One day sitting on the couch, he started to flip through the channels after coming home from a long hard day at work. He had been working 7 hours, feeling that they worked him to the bone as he tossed his backpack on the ground and kept flipping the channels, his eyes locked onto a single tape that he had found in a club. A porno perhaps, a private show mistrued to lend out to him before he would give it back? Taking the tape into his hands, he looked close at the black letters on they slightly grey tape. "Do not watch?"
Rubbing his wet thumb after licking it, the words were smudged and a cold chill ran through his spine. Something WAS up with this tape, but what? Standing up from where he was, he reached into his fridge and pulled out a bottle of black cherry juice, closely resembling blood. After all he was to have a Halloween party next week and he wanted to get everything ready. His ex-girlfriend was going to show up as a leopard girl, body paint with no clothing on and his buddies what they always are, a couple of blathering hobos. They already had the drunk part down pat.
Laughing at this thought He walked over to the tape recorder and looked at the tape, it looked as thought it had been charred pretty badly but all that he needed do was let out an exhale on the surafec and it was cleaned. The dust flying off the blackened surface, he smiled and placed the tape in gently before falling back on the couch. His arms resting against the arm rests, he sent a hair through his brown hair and and pressed play on his remote, the entire room went dark and a hand reached out of the TV. It was of a young woman, her name...was Samara.
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