Radio Noer
The Devourer
"Thanks you very much, if I ever have more questions, I'll be sure to see you" Geoffrey said as he walked out the door and toward the First Wall.
Core
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Terrance888
Discord Reigns
The strange man moved closer, his motions jerking strangely, like a half-squashed bug which is trying to pretend its still alive. "Well?" it... he gargled. I shrunk against the wall... is it just food he wants? Didn't Nana tell tales about Cannibals who sulk the city?
I reach into my pockets, praying for something. I had given the last meat to Geoffrey and the next Police shipment won't arrive for another five days...
In desparation, I found a sliver of jerky that flaked off. It was about the size of a chewing gum stick, but I hoped it is enough. I presented it while hiding my face-for I do not wish to look into his.
"Cat... jerky" I sqeaked, hoping that he won't eat me instead. Where are the Blue Noses when you needed them?
Spoiler small explaination? :
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
"Remember," the man in the suit said. "Make sure that this batch of knives are sharpened by the end of this week."
"Of course," Lindsey said, nodding her head.
"Oh, and any news of the police?"
Lindsey chuckled. "Good news and bad news. Looks like they are cracking down on crime. I know they know I've got something to do with you fine folks of Russia," she said. "Good news is that money is still money and I know that they are going to patrol City Section 42 more than anywhere else."
Man in the suit grinned. "Yes, thank you. You served the Family well. Are you sure that you still do not wish to be fully inducted into it?"
"Naaah," Lindsey said.
"It's fine though, the Family always need third party help," the man said. "We'll be watching out for you. We know that we can count on your help."
The man bowed slightly before leaving the house. Lindsey shut the door behind him.
"Of course you do," she muttered. "I spent the last 4 years of my life making sure that you do that."
If the number of cops that she murdered, and the reputation she got from said murders, were significant, than the number of mafiosi that she murdered was also as significant.
She glanced at herself. Jeans were dirty and downright ruined, but they were still holding their form. T-shirt was in...acceptable condition. None of those suited business yet.
"Time to find bow-boy," she said, grinning. She would be there before him at the shipyard. Now shipyard, technically, was one of the more dangerous part of the town. She was, however, one of the most dangerous person within it. And with the hidden blades in her shoes and knives in her pocket, she didn't worry about anything.
She snuck around the city, making her way to the shipyard...
Would also be a good opportunity to find something valuable there, she thought.
"Of course," Lindsey said, nodding her head.
"Oh, and any news of the police?"
Lindsey chuckled. "Good news and bad news. Looks like they are cracking down on crime. I know they know I've got something to do with you fine folks of Russia," she said. "Good news is that money is still money and I know that they are going to patrol City Section 42 more than anywhere else."
Man in the suit grinned. "Yes, thank you. You served the Family well. Are you sure that you still do not wish to be fully inducted into it?"
"Naaah," Lindsey said.
"It's fine though, the Family always need third party help," the man said. "We'll be watching out for you. We know that we can count on your help."
The man bowed slightly before leaving the house. Lindsey shut the door behind him.
"Of course you do," she muttered. "I spent the last 4 years of my life making sure that you do that."
If the number of cops that she murdered, and the reputation she got from said murders, were significant, than the number of mafiosi that she murdered was also as significant.
She glanced at herself. Jeans were dirty and downright ruined, but they were still holding their form. T-shirt was in...acceptable condition. None of those suited business yet.
"Time to find bow-boy," she said, grinning. She would be there before him at the shipyard. Now shipyard, technically, was one of the more dangerous part of the town. She was, however, one of the most dangerous person within it. And with the hidden blades in her shoes and knives in her pocket, she didn't worry about anything.
She snuck around the city, making her way to the shipyard...
Would also be a good opportunity to find something valuable there, she thought.
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
OK, this is too tempting. I'll have a character up soon.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
"Cat Jerky? Cat Jerky!" Joseph was angry. He hated cats, and jerky.
"You little piece of rat intestines!"
Joseph reached for his knife, and had the intention of killing the little scum. But as he touched his knife, he collapsed. Unconscious he was.
For 3 seconds. He woke up, dazed and confused. He saw a cat that looked familiar, and he got a vague vision of killing someone with cats. And dried meat.
"Who are you? Where am I? I was at the docks having lunch with my-"
Joe remembered now, he killed his parents.
"By myself. Where the hell am I?"
Joseph had now gone to a different state. His amnesia had taken over.
Spoiler An Explanation :
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
(Assuming I can still join, seeing as you and JoanK were bugging me on the IOT chat to do so yesterday 
)
Character: James Griggs
Appearance: 6'1", black skin, large muscles, brown eyes, short cropped hair. And a boss mustache
Job: Self-proclaimed as unemployed, but is a hunter of sorts, and formerly a farmer
Backstory: Born as the son of a farmer, he worked commonly throughout his childhood in the land beyond the second wall with little eventfulness. However, whenever he asked to go inside the city, his father just gave a blunt "No." and kept working. When he was eighteen, he awoke to the sounds of a fight downstairs, and grabbed his rifle from under the bed. he slowly crept downstairs, where he saw his mother sprawled out on the ground with a bullet hole in her head and his father struggling with the gunman. The gunman fired three shots at point-blank range into his father's head, killing the man instantly. James fired his rifle at the man, but only injured the guy's leg. Out of ammo and wounded, the gunman ran out into the night and was never heard of again.
But Griggs wants revenge. And he's out to get it with nothing but an old M14 one of his ancestors had, and the clothes on his back.
)Character: James Griggs
Appearance: 6'1", black skin, large muscles, brown eyes, short cropped hair. And a boss mustache
Job: Self-proclaimed as unemployed, but is a hunter of sorts, and formerly a farmer
Backstory: Born as the son of a farmer, he worked commonly throughout his childhood in the land beyond the second wall with little eventfulness. However, whenever he asked to go inside the city, his father just gave a blunt "No." and kept working. When he was eighteen, he awoke to the sounds of a fight downstairs, and grabbed his rifle from under the bed. he slowly crept downstairs, where he saw his mother sprawled out on the ground with a bullet hole in her head and his father struggling with the gunman. The gunman fired three shots at point-blank range into his father's head, killing the man instantly. James fired his rifle at the man, but only injured the guy's leg. Out of ammo and wounded, the gunman ran out into the night and was never heard of again.
But Griggs wants revenge. And he's out to get it with nothing but an old M14 one of his ancestors had, and the clothes on his back.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
RP The Diary of Joseph van de Vooten
Spoiler :
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
OOC: Red x'es. Or in my case, white question marks on a blue background (stupid Safari)
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Jose looked terrified as Joseph collapsed, the man looked like he was about to run him through. He took a quick gasp to catch his breath and ran away.
By the time the man woke up, he was a block away and a floor up, watching him carefully a hole in the rubble.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
"Help...please!" Joseph was scared to death. He was disorientated and hungry.
He looked up at the boy. Again he saw that cat. Why does it look so familiar? Did he encounter it before?
"Please little boy. What is your name? Where am I?"
He looked up at the boy. Again he saw that cat. Why does it look so familiar? Did he encounter it before?
"Please little boy. What is your name? Where am I?"
Radio Noer
The Devourer
Geoffrey reached the northeast corner of the city. He looked around, trying to find any obvious signs of Red Finger activity. There were none, of course, even the criminals knew better than to leave traces for the police to find. So, Geoffrey began the laborious process of interviews on the street.
Have you seen the Red Finder? No. How about you? No. The answers always seemed to either be no or a quick shuffle away.He finally came to a man, dressed in fairly neat clothes and asked.
"Do you know where I can find the Red Finger?"
Have you seen the Red Finder? No. How about you? No. The answers always seemed to either be no or a quick shuffle away.He finally came to a man, dressed in fairly neat clothes and asked.
"Do you know where I can find the Red Finger?"
Mickzter97
The One and Only
Joseph left the boy, and ran away.
"Where the hell am I?" Joseph was deeply confused. The last thing he remembered was killing his parents. Franco and Lilly. That was their names. He remembered it so clearly.
Suddenly memories started to come back. One was very vivid.
There was a cat, jerky, an old woman and a boy crying Nana. It was very vivid. His hands held a 9mm. There was a single shot in her head. Nothing else. Then there was vomiting, lots of it.
Another memory, he was eating rats! And he was singing and vomiting. Alot of the recent memories started to come back. But the darker, deeper secrets were still locked in. He kept reading his diary, in hope of a clue.
"Where the hell am I?" Joseph was deeply confused. The last thing he remembered was killing his parents. Franco and Lilly. That was their names. He remembered it so clearly.
Suddenly memories started to come back. One was very vivid.
There was a cat, jerky, an old woman and a boy crying Nana. It was very vivid. His hands held a 9mm. There was a single shot in her head. Nothing else. Then there was vomiting, lots of it.
Another memory, he was eating rats! And he was singing and vomiting. Alot of the recent memories started to come back. But the darker, deeper secrets were still locked in. He kept reading his diary, in hope of a clue.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Raimundo woke up happy. He was about to finish his little project, only the string was left, for which purpose he had braided several guitar strings into a single string. He also had a candle, to wax the central zone of the string in order to make the grip more comfortable when pulling it. Ray then proceeded to lift a wooden panel in his cupboard, under which he had hidden some arrows he had made with wood and metallic sticks belonging to old stuff like chopped furniture or irreparable and unusable appliances. They were so easy to make, he had spent several nights perfecting his rudimentary technique while planning the way to enter the docks, and finding the routes, he used some spare time to gather the materials, and at night, when he could not sleep, he lighted a candle and carved the wood and folded the metal, and waxed pigeon feathers to the not-pointy end.
Taking one of the projectiles and the string with him, he took once again the route to the shipyards. He couldn’t bring the bow back home in the middle of the day, with people able to clearly see it, but surely he could bring it to a nearby building. Ray arrived at the shipyards at 10 o’clock. Oddly enough, he hadn’t seen a flash today. After his thoughts, he had checked again and saw flashes all day long, from different spots. Today he used a longer route to go through those same spots but hadn’t seen a single time any kind of reflexion. That clearly meant someone had been watching him.
More worried each day and hour and minute, Raimundo checked thrice for any kind of surveillance system or guards. Today they were lifting a boat for reparations. With a bit of luck, they’d put it in one of the hangars. Raimundo was in the furthest zone of the fence anyway. He ran for the boat and took his clothes off in his daily rite. He, his underwear and his bow, all alone in the world... with all the heat and humidity, but that was normal in the tropical Core. He handled it, as if the string was already in place and an arrow was ready to be shot. He followed the lines of the bow with his fingertips, noticing no imperfections. He had polished his creation and varnished it once again.
Slowly, Ray sat and laid the bow in front of him. He took the string and put it in place, firmly tying a little loop at both ends, allowing him to fix the string in place, already accumulating some tension. He took the bottle of water he had found the day before and drank some. It was a miracle it wasn’t polluted or contaminated, but it was the best think he had ever drunk. Apparently, the boat’s systems still were on; it had a small aerogenerator and there was a small fridge still working. Yesterday he had tried several of the liquors. Little sips, but the best had been the water.
After refreshing, he held the bow in front of his eyes and made some measurements. He took the candle and rubbed it against a zone of the string. He then got up on his feet and grabbed the bow and put the arrow in place. He drew the string back until his hand was touching his cheek, his hand firmly holding the bow before him. Tension was curving the bow, but Ray felt it could resist even more. And that his hands could not. He suddenly released the string, and the arrow flew across the air, through an open trapdoor, and impacted the fence.
Ray was looking at it. It had made some noise, although incomparable to the one of the crane, luckily. Ray looked at the place where the arrow now laid, and then at the bow, still held in front of him, and then at his hands. His right hand was bleeding: he had drawn the string too much. Ray nervously checked thrice and ran towards the fence.
Taking one of the projectiles and the string with him, he took once again the route to the shipyards. He couldn’t bring the bow back home in the middle of the day, with people able to clearly see it, but surely he could bring it to a nearby building. Ray arrived at the shipyards at 10 o’clock. Oddly enough, he hadn’t seen a flash today. After his thoughts, he had checked again and saw flashes all day long, from different spots. Today he used a longer route to go through those same spots but hadn’t seen a single time any kind of reflexion. That clearly meant someone had been watching him.
More worried each day and hour and minute, Raimundo checked thrice for any kind of surveillance system or guards. Today they were lifting a boat for reparations. With a bit of luck, they’d put it in one of the hangars. Raimundo was in the furthest zone of the fence anyway. He ran for the boat and took his clothes off in his daily rite. He, his underwear and his bow, all alone in the world... with all the heat and humidity, but that was normal in the tropical Core. He handled it, as if the string was already in place and an arrow was ready to be shot. He followed the lines of the bow with his fingertips, noticing no imperfections. He had polished his creation and varnished it once again.
Slowly, Ray sat and laid the bow in front of him. He took the string and put it in place, firmly tying a little loop at both ends, allowing him to fix the string in place, already accumulating some tension. He took the bottle of water he had found the day before and drank some. It was a miracle it wasn’t polluted or contaminated, but it was the best think he had ever drunk. Apparently, the boat’s systems still were on; it had a small aerogenerator and there was a small fridge still working. Yesterday he had tried several of the liquors. Little sips, but the best had been the water.
After refreshing, he held the bow in front of his eyes and made some measurements. He took the candle and rubbed it against a zone of the string. He then got up on his feet and grabbed the bow and put the arrow in place. He drew the string back until his hand was touching his cheek, his hand firmly holding the bow before him. Tension was curving the bow, but Ray felt it could resist even more. And that his hands could not. He suddenly released the string, and the arrow flew across the air, through an open trapdoor, and impacted the fence.
Ray was looking at it. It had made some noise, although incomparable to the one of the crane, luckily. Ray looked at the place where the arrow now laid, and then at the bow, still held in front of him, and then at his hands. His right hand was bleeding: he had drawn the string too much. Ray nervously checked thrice and ran towards the fence.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
Joseph just realized what happened. He killed that old woman! But how? He did not remember doing it. Was it perhaps a vision, or does he have a split personality?
He saw a neatly dressed man. He looked like an officer or at least a private one.
I've seen him before...i am sure of it.
"Excuse me, are you an officer?"
"I think i know who killed that woman."
This is to Radios character
He saw a neatly dressed man. He looked like an officer or at least a private one.
I've seen him before...i am sure of it.
"Excuse me, are you an officer?"
"I think i know who killed that woman."
This is to Radios character
Spoiler explanation :
Radio Noer
The Devourer
"Uh, hello, I'm a PI, if you count that as an officer. You hagve information?"
Mickzter97
The One and Only
Joseph was tired. He felt like he was going to collapse.
"I know who did it" That vision came back to him.
"It was me. Please help me. I feel sick"
Joseph was about to collapse, but he kept himself up.
"Give me food and i will tell you everything i know."
"I know who did it" That vision came back to him.
"It was me. Please help me. I feel sick"
Joseph was about to collapse, but he kept himself up.
"Give me food and i will tell you everything i know."
Radio Noer
The Devourer
Geoffrey reached into his pocket for the cat jerky that Jose had given him. He cautiously approached the kid and gave it to him. He styed on his guard, the kid seemed sick, and ck people aren't always safe, he had learned.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
"Thanks" Joseph gobbled it up. He vaguely remembered trying to kill someone who gave him cat jerky.
"To be honest, i do not remember everything. I suffer from Amnesia. But it felt like another person did it. I felt different. I was eating rats, then this guy gave me money to kill some old woman. He had a red thing on his shirt. It looked like a hand. Or a finger. I said something, i can't remember."
Joseph finished his jerky, and looked to his left. He saw a tin roofed shack, it looked so familiar. He felt weird, dizzy. Joseph collapsed.
"To be honest, i do not remember everything. I suffer from Amnesia. But it felt like another person did it. I felt different. I was eating rats, then this guy gave me money to kill some old woman. He had a red thing on his shirt. It looked like a hand. Or a finger. I said something, i can't remember."
Joseph finished his jerky, and looked to his left. He saw a tin roofed shack, it looked so familiar. He felt weird, dizzy. Joseph collapsed.
Radio Noer
The Devourer
The kid collapsed. At least I can tell Jose who killed Nana now. But still, it sounds like the Red Finger hired him to do this. I'll have to tell Jose and search around some more. With that Geoffrey dragged the kid next to the side of a shack and left without a word in hopes of getting to the Orphanage to tell Jose.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
Joseph woke up almost a minute after he collapsed. He saw the guy walking off. Joe snapped. Another side came out. His schizophrenic side. Joe was very angry.
"You! Come here you alien! Why did you kill Gilberto! Why? Where is Viktor? I'll kill you!"
Joseph ran towards him. He wanted his answers.
"You! Come here you alien! Why did you kill Gilberto! Why? Where is Viktor? I'll kill you!"
Joseph ran towards him. He wanted his answers.
