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Teen Titans Go! Roleplay :: Jump City :: Villain Underground (1 Viewing)

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	Alexis Room Alexis has a small room, which most of her belongs are you will only found a small bed with a table by the side. As a young girl she does not have a lot of things, she has one teddy bear which is on her bed. Beware not to disburse her.	0	0
	Slade's base It is a large fortress built into solid rock. It is a few miles away from Jump City. It is heavily guarded, and is quite large. No one knows of it as of late except Slade's forces and Robin (this may change as time progresses).	0	0
	Shadis' Room Name: Shadis' Room His room is very crowded. Many people don't know what goes on, but most is something people don't like to see. Being a vampire, he needs all the blood he can have when on a blood shortage outside. He only goes to feed on humans outside when he is still waiting for blood to be transfered and shipped to his room (base). The lights are almost always off, since the need of lights in useless, being able to see in the dark. Being in the dark most of the time, is the biggest reason why light is his weakness. If you do manage to get a look at it, here it is: 'DO NOT ENTER; The sign said. The door is pure white, well at least it used to be. Streaks of the wilted wood and ripped of paint were most noticeable. The curved handle slightly titled, having no way to fully lock the door from the out and inside. The gracious word of Edgar Alan Poe, were hewed into the rotting wood. The only readable part was etched at the top, reading; Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." The rest was sliced off, or smothered with the blood of others come and gone. Opening the door with difficulty, the knob finally allows you in and reveals the shadows of ghouls and ghosts. The air succumbs you with decay and the floor creaks musically as you saunter in. The door shuts behind you, as if the spirits of shadow have captured their meal. The lock turns, but cannot fully lock, giving you some advantage to get out as soon as you can. But...the room sends a chill of mystery, giving you another reason to stay. Searching for a light, your eyes deceive you with faces and red lights of unknown origins. The fear builds until you finally find a lamp shade, the feel of dust and holes rolling in the shade. You flick the light on and an explosion of red and black veil in your eyes. The place is covered in books on the left side of the room, untidy with dust and uneven rows along the floor. You take a step back as your eyes glimpse to the ground. A red liquid has disintegrated from the top surface of the floor and the wood has sucked it in, leaving permanent blood stains in the wood. The wilted floor gives off a noisy sound at every step, leaving it impossible to walk in silence. More reasons to leave come to you as the noises continue with every step. You stay. The side near the door is covered with words, painted by the blood. Hanging from the corner upside down is a red-haired man, but you don't spend time finding out if its real, its eyes shut. You look around more and toward the top. The ceiling is covered in black ash and black goo, which luckily has hardened above your head. Other areas, you watch as the goo punctures the floor, leaving a strange sound echoing...lingering in the room. A bed rests behind you and has no sheets. The bed is covered with blood stains, probably nearly impossible to take out from the years of soaking through. On the pillow are traces of blood as well. The walls nears the bed are slightly ripped with marks of some sort. You move in closer and trace your fingers along them. Your fingers fit perfectly into place and find yourself the ability to dig your nails inside. There is no doubt that the marks were made by nails. Human nails. The images of people on the bed with the unknown creature cause a shiver, imagining yourself being sucked dry in the situation as many have been in. You suddenly grow fearful as your paranoid eyes glance around, realize that this place is not normal. The shadows have cloaked one wall, the help of the no windows in the room. You saunter over and find yourself soon heading toward the floor. You hit the ground and look to where you have tripped. An arm. You body tenses and you follow the trace. Your looking into the eyes of a dead woman, hair dangling before her eyes in horror. You scream and scoot away. You hit something cold and you yelp at the temperature as it tickles your skin. You turn and stare at a large fridge. You curiosity gets the best of you and you open it. The light of the fridge explodes in your face and you are soon staring at a factory of blood. Packages of every kind. Even more frightening are parts of a body that a chilled in the freezer. You scream louder and spin around in horror. You head to the door and swing it open, probably knocking it from its hinges. The shadows seem to almost release themselves from the bedroom, but slip back in as you disappear. As you run farther, the ability to hear the voice whisper shocks you. Soon, a strange vision appears in your mind. The red-haired man dangling from the room opens his eyes and his eyes are fully red. His mouth opens with razor sharp teeth and whispered low to you. "Do not enter." '	0	0
	Lair of Lord Shadowhand Lair of Lord Shadowhand	0	0
	Vahzilok Lab This section of the Jump City sewer system has been taken over by Vahzilok and his demented surgeons. The sanitation workers stay well away from this area, knowing what awaits them. It is litered with medical equiptment, and bodies, or bits of them. The surgeons keep the flow of fresh bodies constant as Vahzilok creates more and more of his undead servants. Dare you enter this damned sewer?	0	0
	Flower's Little corner This little corner of the back alleys is occipied by a small apartment. This place that most would turn their noses at, is Flower Jibeta's home. The small space is packed full with her stolen items, from gems to whole safes, you can find it here. In the farest corner, a small bed sits and waits for the owner to come and rest.	0	0
	Valentina's 'Apartment Valentina's room is small and extremely packed. On the account that she never sleeps, the room has no bed, but is packed with Books and papers. Most of the space is taken up by a large desk, covered with blueprints for a few of her plans.	0	0
	Hall of Time A refuge away from the ever flowing traffic of the universe. Deep under the earth's ever changing surface, Stopwatch craved the cavern when the earth was new. It is full of trinkets and documents long thought destroyed. Testiments of every era from the beginning to the end of time.	0	0
	Allenhart Sewers Below Jump City rests the desolate place of grime and disgusting traces of things humans had no idea they live. The smell is toxic and mind-blowing. Anyone person who goes down there without a mask is asking for some trouble. As you crawl down the ladder, you feet plop onto the soft liquid of water. Slimy undergrowth and other things that cannot be explained brush along your shoes as the water carries it along. With a slight urging cough you slowly creep toward the start of your journey. Though, your journey is not to be spent in pure silence. As you wander, the voice of someone echoes through the bowls of darkness. No bright light lead your way. Only your flashlight is your safety from the shadows. The voice is getting louder as you step closer. Turning a corner, you see a glowing bulb of light, flickering in the dark. You step closer, though your heart is telling you to turn back. You body is shaking, afraid to see something one should not see. Stepping closer, you find yourself staring at a mini-home. Furniture, a bookshelf with a strange table in the middle of the room. Surrounding it is a plate of equipment you'd usually find in a doctors office. Others however, you have never seen in your life. Turning, you see a pair of stairs to reach the cool outside. Though, you want to spend more time is this haunting and intriguing place. Soon, you realize the voice is an early 1900's record player. Playing sounding is the voice of beauty, Andy Williams. The voice calms you as you head for the outside. Your through searching, and your starting to listen to that heart of yours, even though you indeed know there is more to this place than it shows.	0	0