RPC Name: Lisim Reynolds
RPC Age: 23
RPC's Personality: Lisim likes violence, and is often known as a psychotic. She uses those that she needs in order to climb the ladder of success, with love for nobody but her puppets, with the exception of those that she gets too involved with. She always ends up killing those she falls for, hating the feelings of love toward another human being. Other than the occasional one-night stand, nobody that gets involved with her survives.
Plot: I would like it if you were a man that she falls for, but can take control of her and stop her violent tendencies. No pussies. You have to be able to withstand her power.
{The question isn't whether insanity exists.}
Pretty Lisim... Pretty, pretty Lisim... Everything is going to be alright.
The voice had come from a puppet hanging on an old, crumbling brick wall. It stared down at Lady Li, its beady, black eyes almost as cold as her expression. She could hear it reassuring her- the only things that could reassure her were her babies, her puppets. The ones she could control. Her mind swam with indifference toward those she used to bring herself higher and higher on the pyramid of crime status. She wanted to be at a higher point than them- her parents. Her revenge would come soon, she knew it.
The only reassurance she was going to have was to see them in jail, where they should have been for the way they had treated her as a child, and for her father's heinous killings. At least she had never gotten caught. He had, and escaped justice. Justice got to her every day, driving her to the point of insanity bit by bit. For days, she hadn't spoken to anyone, curled up on every surface possible in her small fifth-story apartment in the ghetto. She needed a plan. A master plan.
She needed new puppets.
Cries of protest came from her walls and ceiling, all of her darlings crying down to her, asking her not to give them up. Laughing slightly, she shook her head. They always knew what was going on in her mind. Don't worry, my darlings. I need new human puppets. You are the only ones that truly make sense to me. Lisim- talking to thin air, to meet responses that only came to her in her head. Anyone that did not know her story would have thought her to be a complete weirdo. In truth, she knew she was, but her conversations with her puppets were very real to her. Each had a distinct voice, a distinct mood, and a general use.
Were she able to love, all of her affection would be toward her puppets. They had been with her since the tragic two years ago, when her unloving parents dumped her on the streets to fend for herself, without an actual education enough to get a job. She had met with them when she went to a joke shop, looking around, and she heard their sweet little voices calling out to her, asking for her to take them with her. They admired her. They had fallen in love with her.
Lisim hadn't realized that this was her first point of insanity- hearing voices meant only for her. They acted as her common sense, her parents, and supported her in not having a conscience. Why have one when it makes you feel awful? It was bad enough that she couldn't get better recognition than her parents had gotten in the crime community. The only difference between her and them was that she had, and never would, get caught. She was too smart for that.
So her puppets told her.
With an exasperated groan, she stood, hearing the phone ringing. She picked it up, not particularly wanting to talk to anyone, however, she answered with a faint "hello", wondering who could be calling at such a time, and whether it was any of her clients.
Biting her bottom lip, she sat back down on the couch with the phone in her hand, listening to her puppets as the continued to reassure her, and she waited for the person on the other line to speak.
Pretty Lisim... Pretty, pretty Lisim... Everything is going to be alright.
 i b i r t h d a y s e x · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 05:25pm · 0 Comments |
