Dramatic Death Scenes!

but then it wouldn't be as dramatic if both characters knew he was just gonna respawn...

Yeah, we could make it so they both think I'm permanantly killing him off...

I dunno if that'll work... hm...

Idk, Dorian should have fun though....

xD Dorian appreciates your efforts at improving his week.

^.^ he needs it...after the hair incident... >.>

xDDD trueee...

BREAK THE WALL ENDE~ DO IT~ DOOO IT~

I DUNNO MAN

RISK IT~ LISTEN TO DORIAN~ YOU KNOW HE WANTS YOU TO LET HIM HAVE FUN~ *huggles Dorian, blinks at ende*

Dorian: -_- *not appreciating the hug* *gets out of hug, but restrains self from hurting her* Don't do that.

FINNNE... BUT...

BUT I WUV YOU DORIAN!!! DDDDD:

AND BUT WHAT?

GAHFINE

WOOT YES!!! I LUV U ENDE! *HUGS*

Andrew: *doesnotappreciatethismoment*

*is hugged*
ahahah andy...

LETS DO THIS ENDE! ALRIGHT! POST! *WAVES FLAG*

*WHAT GH SAID*

Andrew tugged at the chains that binded his hands and feet. If he tried to strain against them, he couldn't go far. The one day he gets to live, he gets to die. How ironic was that? It seemed as if death was the only thing that knew Andrew anymore. Everything he used to know was dead and gone a long time ago. He tried frantically to get out of the shackles, but even he knew it was no use. Andrew lifted his brillant blue eyes to the door. All he could do was wait, wait for death to take him again.

Dorian
Gh had given me a nice selection of weapons, I had to admit silently as I wheeled the cart into the small room that had been supplied. Straight-out torture wasn't generally my style, due to the fact I didn't have time for it, however... I was more than willing to make an exception. As I had always said: killing is my job, and torture is my hobby.
"Hello, Andrew" I greeted with a tiny smirk, rolling the sleeves up on my shirt "Shall we get started, or do you prefer banter before you are killed?"

Andrew glared at Dorian, he was an arse. Stupid author was paying Dorian to kill him, he would rather get whipped then have Dorian be satisfyied. "Blood money," he spat at him.

Dorian
I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as I was getting a small sheet of paper from the cart of tools. Next, I picked up a blowtorch and a pair of goggles "Excuse me?" I asked, slipping the goggles on, to protect my eyes.

Andrew continued to glare at him, his cold blue eyes like ice. "Ya kill people...for a living. Blood money, yer a murder." Andrew said harshly, squaring his jaw in annoyance.

Dorian
"Yes, that's fairly obvious" I said, repressing an eyeroll. Then I put the sheet of metal over his mouth and carefully welded it onto his face with the blowtorch. "There. So I don't have to listen to your whining."

Andrew struggled trying to jerk away, muffled cries comming from his mouth. His skin was being melted, the thought made Andrew want to hurl. He looked at Dorian wide-eyed as if to say how-much-of-a-monster-are-you?

Dorian
"Ah. Much better. This is going to be quite interesting now, won't it? I won't have to listen about how horrible I am, or about your little girlfriend. Yes, I should have thought of this ages ago... hm... now... what next?" I looked down at the tools "Generally I use fire, but I may drag this out a little longer than normally..." What to use, what to use... so many choices when you have the time to properly torture somebody...

Andrew's eyes widened at the mention of fire. He struggled against the chains, wanting to escape and punch Dorian. Muffled cries came from behind the metal, obviously profanities he was was spewing at Dorian.