#murkoffjanitor

[iblewthewhistle]

Nightmare Asylum

It’s a quiet night, when Waylon walks through the quiet halls of the asylum, trying to ignore the evil lurking within the bricks of the old building.

As he strides, the announcement system started to crackle, the sound harsh and aching his ears, covering them in an effort to dampen the sound.

When it stops, Waylon looks around, to see the halls looking broken, twisted, and rusted. There was the sound of metal groaning on metal, and when he looked over the edge of the railing, there was only fire and metal below.

A loud sound from somewhere behind him made him turn, and terror seized at his throat, as a monster stepped out onto the walkway ahead of him.

Big, and bulky, wearing a leather butcher’s apron, and dragging a sheet of metal bigger than Waylon himself, it took a step towards him. There was a giant helmet it wore on it’s head, big and red and triangular, riveted and sturdy, as it let out an odd, disjointed groan, a hand reaching out for him.

Waylon tried to back away, getting caught on a piece of jagged metal, trying to pull his torn shirt off the piece of pipe he was caught on, even as the clanging grew louder and louder.

An unbearable heat clamped down on the scruff of his shirt, pulling him free, like a kitten being dragged along by it’s mother.

Scrabbling for purchase on the behemoth’s wrists, Waylon managed to grab on, as he was hauled along, trying to find a way to walk. “Let me go!”

Another loud groan erupted from the thing, and it set him down, placed into a chair, groaning again behind him. Waylon jerked and gripped the edge of the chair, looking forwards at the wall in front of him.

Images flashed in front of him, and he groaned, doubling over himself to fight the rising nausea. A strong hand grabbed his chin, pulling him upright to continue looking at the images that swam in front of them, his skin almost burning from the contact.

A word started to form among the pictures, it burned just as much as the arm around him, and there came another low groan, closer behind him, as the word burned into his retinas.

Witness.

“What do you want me to see?” He asked, as the groan came again, as the word burned into his eyes, even as the rust seemed to flake away in front of him, the lingering, scalding touch on his jaw keeping him still.

A hand grasped at his shoulder, and Waylon jerked, staring at the computer monitor, with green text flowing in front of him. The program was busy compiling, he must have had a nightmare. Too many horror films. He looked up to see a concerned looking janitor.

“You okay there? Thought you were dead to the world.”

“S-sorry, Alex. I’ll be a little longer here.” He stretched, his back popping painfully. “I’ll clean in here, it’ll be okay. I can do it while I wait for this...” He turned to look at the monitor, that was still flowing with text.

He saw one more word as he looked over at the flowing text.

Witness

[ragewithinthestorm]

@murkoffjanitor

Kid was on deck, in fact he was stood beside the wheel talking with the captain, one of the crew called for him to come down onto the main deck. He looked over the edge and grinned when he saw their guest outside of his room for the first time. Usually he would just jump over and down to the deck, but he didn’t want to startle Alex, he wasn’t sure how steady he would be on his legs so wanted to avoid making him fall. Instead he quickly went down the stairs and walked over to Alex, “hey, what made you finally come up on deck?” He had been trying to talk Alex into coming out of the room for a week with no success. 

Kid had been working in the sun from early in the morning and it was now just gone mid-day, as a result he was covered in sweat and had long since abandoned his tshirt so he was just wearing jeans and boots. “How are you finding walking?” He had given Alex a pair of crutches when he first started trying to get him to come out and had shown him how to use them.

[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

🌴 👘

🌴- Do you like going on vacation? Or does your boss force you to take a break?    “Well I’m technically unemployed at the moment. And the last vacation I took... ended badly. Still stuck on this damned island..”

👘- Describe your formal attire. What would you wear to a wedding, fancy dance/date/dinner, funeral, or similar formal events?   “I would usually wear a full suit. Dark blue in colour. But if it calls for something a little less formal, then just the shirt and waistcoat with matching trousers.”   

[redjaybird-savedarchive]

✂

✂If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? 

“Geeee, I have no idea. Absolutely none.”“Unless this is asking me to just pick only one knife to carry around.”

[monster-or-man]

✉

The Godzilla fandom right now has been pretty open and accepting. After KOTM released, a bunch of new people arrived including myself (even tho I was a huge fan since I was like 12 but only just this year started rping in the fandom)                         There has been nothing but positive interactions so far. 

[scaredtech]

“How long have you been awake?”

He looks at the clock on his laptop, then back at Alex, then back at his computer. Math was not a strong suit when he was extremely tired and had no sleep. “All night…” Damn Blaire and his stupid work hours for him. And there he goes letting out a large yawn.

[delusionalxidealsarchive]

“D…Did the elevator just stop?”

   Mathew didn’t seem too concerned that it had stopped. Wouldn’t be the first time he had to escape from a broken elevator. Slowly he looked towards the other man beside him, as if only just acknowledging his very existence. “Yes? You’re not about to have some sort of panic attack, are you?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Mathew was the type to cause panic attacks, not stop them.

[monmuses]

6 and 7

Ask My Muse About Death

Send my muse one or a few of these questions (all of them related to death, life after death, etc. so please read with that warning in mind)

6. Have you ever taken someone’s life?7. Are you afraid of dying?

“I have taken many lives in my time. Many of which that were near Death’s door, and many of where their souls were corrupted with evil. Death does not apply to Dullahans like me. We are forever immortal as we do Death’s work.”

[v-a-t-s]

How about Danse from fallout 4?

dumb bitch energy

[swordsandmagic-blog]

/closed/ The pale one.

Walter gave a note to a crow for Alex, it landed on Alex’s open window ledge for a moment, spotting Alex by the mirror and flew over, landing on the vanity. It dropped the letter and waited to be thanked before leaving. The note read, ‘Alex this is an emergency. I found a baby in the snow, she’s an albino so I think she was abandoned to die. I need you to bring things for her, I think she’s around one year old so she should be able to eat some real food.’ Albino’s were viewed as bad omens and were often killed before they had a chance to really live, somehow this one had survived almost a year before being abandoned. Attached to the letter was a list of items that Alex would be able to get.

@murkoffjanitor

[amihumantoyou]

Where are the flowers? /closed/

Angel had been coming to the same spot near the flower shop every morning at 9 on the dot for three weeks now. It was a small patch of grass that usually had flowers on but due to the time of year there was no flowers, but he would sit and stare at it for an hour before leaving. Today during his usual staring he sighed and got up before his usual time was up and walked into the flower shop, he looked very upset and he looked at the flowers in the shop. “Why are these ones here but there’s none outside...” He said to himself near Alex.

@murkoffjanitor

[iblewthewhistle]

Walking towards the kitchen, Waylon hesitates when he thinks he hears something, and walks towards the living room, his eyes widening as he surges forwards.

“What the fuck did you do?” He hisses, as Jeremy slowly lowers his charge to the floor, slick red coating his palms. Waylon realises, in dismay, that it’s all over the poor figure, and grimaces when Jeremy plants a large handprint on the pristine white wall, a sigh of exasperation escaping his lips.  

“I didn’t mean to! I thought he was that...the serial killer, his scent is all over this one and-”

Waylon pulls at the other’s clothes, trying to find the wound, before looking up at him. “...you turned him? Are you kidding me? Jeremy Blaire-”

Jeremy has the decency to look embarrassed, before looking away. “He fought back and broke my nose. I think...he got a few drops.”

Waylon can’t help but giggle at that. “He broke your nose? Jesus Christ, Jeremy. Okay, you go and...clean up. I’ll...shit. I’ll get him something to eat, try and...smooth things out, I guess.” He sighs. “Drop him off in the guest room, I’ll be up in a minute.” 

As Jeremy bends down to lift the poor victim, Waylon goes to the fridge and pulls out a blood bag, along with some fluffy towels, which he takes up to the guest room. Jeremy sighs, and gives him a kiss on the forehead, before standing up and patting Waylon’s shoulder. 

“Okay, you get out of here.” Waylon pushes him away with a grin. “I’ll get him cleaned up, you need to go catch that killer.” 

Jeremy huffs out a laugh and vanishes, and Waylon turns his attention to the poor figure in the bed. Taking a towel, he starts to slowly clean away the sticky red mess from his skin, sighing. “Well, at least you’re adorable under all that mess.”

[ragewithinthestorm]

The creature and the pirate /closed/

Finally they had found them. Kid’s captain had been hunting for this ship for months, there was a large bounty on this pirate captain’s head and Kid’s crew intended to cash in on it. They may be pirates but they weren’t in it to harm innocents, they were more like mercenaries and bounty hunters.

“Kid! He’s going down!” The captain called as he fought back against the enemy crew, Kid was skilled with a blade and had managed to work his way towards the stairs down into the lower ship and as his captain called out he turned to see their bounty run passed him.

Grinning he ran after him and ended up in the lowest level of the ship where there were cages, almost like a prison, but he was too focused on the bounty to look around him. Their swords clashed and after a few minutes the captain’s head rolled across the floor, Kid grabbed it by the hair and tied it by the hair to his belt, he was panting and found himself leaning on the bars for support, he had taken a slash during the fight, it was dark down there. “Hey, are there any hostages in here?” He asked as he panted, squinting to see as swords continued to clash above them.

@murkoffjanitor

[mcuntainbcrn]

“How long have you been in there?” (From either of my boys)

She lifted her head, scelera black as pitch as she glared at them balefully - they were a new face, whomever they were...but undoubtedly just another scientist or employee on Murkoff’s payroll, and no one she wanted to interact with in any capacity; best to run them off quickly and save herself some grief.

The chair beside her, bolted to the floor, was wrenched unceremoniously by an unseen force and hurled at the glass directly in front of where they stood, falling to the ground in pieces as she lowered her head.

[edxgluskin]

murkoffjanitor replied to your post: ooc; I’d love to experiment with Eddie after the...

Hospital for that gut wound?

ooc;

wELL there’s an option 

[walriding]

Alex

heart ratings || accepting

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔 (hoping for a romantic relationship)