It's rumoured that at the stroke of midnight, and only then, you can access the Hell Correspondence, a mysterious website which promises to take revenge on your behalf. Type in someone's name, and Ai Enma, or Hell Girl, will appear, and give you the means to exact your revenge; a doll with a red string around its neck. Untie the string, and whoever's name you typed in will be immediately sent to Hell. But this service comes at a heavy cost; use it, and you too will be sent to Hell when you die. You will never know the joys of Heaven, and you will suffer endlessly for all of eternity.
Send the person bothering you to Hell, and damn yourself as well? The decision rests with you.
(In this RP, you can either play as one of Hell Girl's assistants, who appear to help hertorture the targets of her service, and explain it to the client, or as someone using her service. Or, if you like, you play as someone trying to challenge her, or stop her, such as someone who has the ability to sense when someone is summoning her. But the role of Hell Girl will be played by me.)
(Do not write out a character bio on this thread. Tell me about your characters via their actions, and by describing through prose or dialogue in character).
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"That's the fifth one this week..."
Ai wordlessly slipped out of her kimono, leaving it at her grandmother's door, as always. The Hell Correspondence had been especially busy, thanks to more and more people hearing about it, and using it to send their grievances to Hell. So far, most had been actually bad people; an abusive husband, a cruel teacher, the leader of a gang of bullies, and a serial rapist. But, as always, Ai had had to send some innocent people to Hell too. That was the thing about Hell Correspondence that Ai hated the most; anyone could use the service to send someone to Hell, and it didn't even matter if they'd done anything wrong. And so, with no choice in the matter, she had to ferry them to a world of eternal agony.
As always, the realm of eternal twilight was quiet. Nothing could be heard, save for the rushing of the lake water, or the flickers of the many candles Ai had lit. Each of them represented the lives of the people who had made bargains with her, and when they went out, it meant that it was time to collect their soul, and take them to Hell.
Ai was settled in the front room, playing with her marbles, when her computer's screen flashed red. Another client.
In an instant, Ai was summoned to the client's living room, along with her assistants.
"You called?"
Send the person bothering you to Hell, and damn yourself as well? The decision rests with you.
(In this RP, you can either play as one of Hell Girl's assistants, who appear to help hertorture the targets of her service, and explain it to the client, or as someone using her service. Or, if you like, you play as someone trying to challenge her, or stop her, such as someone who has the ability to sense when someone is summoning her. But the role of Hell Girl will be played by me.)
(Do not write out a character bio on this thread. Tell me about your characters via their actions, and by describing through prose or dialogue in character).
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"That's the fifth one this week..."
Ai wordlessly slipped out of her kimono, leaving it at her grandmother's door, as always. The Hell Correspondence had been especially busy, thanks to more and more people hearing about it, and using it to send their grievances to Hell. So far, most had been actually bad people; an abusive husband, a cruel teacher, the leader of a gang of bullies, and a serial rapist. But, as always, Ai had had to send some innocent people to Hell too. That was the thing about Hell Correspondence that Ai hated the most; anyone could use the service to send someone to Hell, and it didn't even matter if they'd done anything wrong. And so, with no choice in the matter, she had to ferry them to a world of eternal agony.
As always, the realm of eternal twilight was quiet. Nothing could be heard, save for the rushing of the lake water, or the flickers of the many candles Ai had lit. Each of them represented the lives of the people who had made bargains with her, and when they went out, it meant that it was time to collect their soul, and take them to Hell.
Ai was settled in the front room, playing with her marbles, when her computer's screen flashed red. Another client.
In an instant, Ai was summoned to the client's living room, along with her assistants.
"You called?"