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Not An Evil Liar
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Mickzter97
The One and Only
Character - Joseph Van de Vooten
Physical Appearance - Joseph is very tall, about 1.9m tall. He is quite muscular, and has a very toned body. His face is scarred by his eye, and he has a stubble. His eyes are blue. He has medium length hair which is in a Mullet. He is 23.
Job - Professional Assassin
Background Not much is known of Joseph. He was born here, as were his parents, but his grandparents were born in Amsterdam. His parents were alcoholics and smoked weed. He was abused by his father, and beaten by his mother. At the age of 18, he killed his parents using a pen. He stabbed them in the throat and tossed their bodies in the coast. Now he lives as a professional assassin, available for hire. Whether it's the cops or mafia, he does not care about family ties. He does his job, gets his money and leaves. After his killing spree of peasants, 143 of them, the cops haven't hired him for 2 years, and the mafia has stayed away, so it has been a rough couple of years for him. He possesses an arsenal of weapons, and is a black belt in various things. He suffers from Schizophrenia, Amnesia, Dyslexia and many other psychological problems. Doctors who are still alive today says it is remarkable he is still alive. Recently after seeing the doctor he kills them. He lives in the Old Core, but is never seen. Not alot is known about him becausehe lost his diary containing his life story he doesn't want to tell.
Physical Appearance - Joseph is very tall, about 1.9m tall. He is quite muscular, and has a very toned body. His face is scarred by his eye, and he has a stubble. His eyes are blue. He has medium length hair which is in a Mullet. He is 23.
Job - Professional Assassin
Background Not much is known of Joseph. He was born here, as were his parents, but his grandparents were born in Amsterdam. His parents were alcoholics and smoked weed. He was abused by his father, and beaten by his mother. At the age of 18, he killed his parents using a pen. He stabbed them in the throat and tossed their bodies in the coast. Now he lives as a professional assassin, available for hire. Whether it's the cops or mafia, he does not care about family ties. He does his job, gets his money and leaves. After his killing spree of peasants, 143 of them, the cops haven't hired him for 2 years, and the mafia has stayed away, so it has been a rough couple of years for him. He possesses an arsenal of weapons, and is a black belt in various things. He suffers from Schizophrenia, Amnesia, Dyslexia and many other psychological problems. Doctors who are still alive today says it is remarkable he is still alive. Recently after seeing the doctor he kills them. He lives in the Old Core, but is never seen. Not alot is known about him because
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Raimundo tried to sleep, but he couldn’t. While getting some uneasy rest, his anxiety grew. As night extended its threads of darkness across the city and the gangs ran free, everything Raimundo could see was the most absolute nothing one could imagine. And as his senses became more limited, his thoughts overwhelmed him.
He couldn’t stop thinking that someone would discover him and his work. He had left his shirt somewhere in there. Most possibly in the boat, but what if he had accidentally dropped it on the open ground? And then there was the saw. STUPID STUPID STUPID! Argh! How could have been so stupid? He had forgotten to leave it where it belonged, and the same with the varnish! If someone needed them... They would surely look everywhere, including a wrecked boat that nobody cared about, and they’d find the bow! And the shirt, and then someone would remember having seen a young man, a boy, running around with that shirt! And later without it! Surely they would track him through every single person that had seen him that day, and then to Saint Mary, and then a blade in the night will silently fall on his back while he was sleeping and defenceless...
So he just woke up, covered in sweat and swoop the room, scrutinizing every corner of it, touching the walls with his fingertips, while instinctively arching his back towards the bed. He closed his eyes. In such darkness, they were useless. On the edge of his nerves, with his heart beating faster, and harder, than he ever thought it could, he searched absolutely everything: cupboards, dead spaces under his table, his chair, his bed... and found nothing. Still uneasy, he went back to bed and thought of the bow. What he had done and what he had thought and that calmed him down.
But his mind turned away and once again was override with paranoia and fear. He couldn’t help it; he fought a long, hard fight, to calm himself down. But he couldn’t. Not yet. His body full of hormones, his brain full of neuroconnectors, he couldn’t avoid being paranoid, he couldn’t but scrutinize all his memories from the day with maybe excessive zeal.
He recalled every detail; with such detail it seemed unreal up to a point. He knew his mind was tricking him in some way, but he also knew that those images were mostly true.
He saw the shop assistant looking at him for a second, the old woman resting on a rocking chairm, who saw him twice, the kids playing in the street who didn’t even pay attention, the mobsters who were minding their own business... and a sudden flash. He stopped there, didn’t go any further. He got stuck with that memory and analyzed the flash. It came from above, he had seen it coming and going, and only now he realised it: someone was watching him. He had chosen different paths each time, and although some of them crossed in a couple of spots, he had seen it from different streets. More or less the same zone, but it couldn’t possibly be something unmovable. He had seen several flashes in the shipyards but there are so many pieces of metal in there that they were meaningless.
But he know knew there was something, rather, someone, watching him from above. Would have he discovered the bow? He couldn’t afford another day of surveillance. He needed to finish the bow and find the spy, as soon as possible. But would that be enough? He hoped, and expected, so. Besides, for how long had he been watched? He had been looking for spots and tools and such for some time now... And with these thoughts he fell asleep.
He couldn’t stop thinking that someone would discover him and his work. He had left his shirt somewhere in there. Most possibly in the boat, but what if he had accidentally dropped it on the open ground? And then there was the saw. STUPID STUPID STUPID! Argh! How could have been so stupid? He had forgotten to leave it where it belonged, and the same with the varnish! If someone needed them... They would surely look everywhere, including a wrecked boat that nobody cared about, and they’d find the bow! And the shirt, and then someone would remember having seen a young man, a boy, running around with that shirt! And later without it! Surely they would track him through every single person that had seen him that day, and then to Saint Mary, and then a blade in the night will silently fall on his back while he was sleeping and defenceless...
So he just woke up, covered in sweat and swoop the room, scrutinizing every corner of it, touching the walls with his fingertips, while instinctively arching his back towards the bed. He closed his eyes. In such darkness, they were useless. On the edge of his nerves, with his heart beating faster, and harder, than he ever thought it could, he searched absolutely everything: cupboards, dead spaces under his table, his chair, his bed... and found nothing. Still uneasy, he went back to bed and thought of the bow. What he had done and what he had thought and that calmed him down.
But his mind turned away and once again was override with paranoia and fear. He couldn’t help it; he fought a long, hard fight, to calm himself down. But he couldn’t. Not yet. His body full of hormones, his brain full of neuroconnectors, he couldn’t avoid being paranoid, he couldn’t but scrutinize all his memories from the day with maybe excessive zeal.
He recalled every detail; with such detail it seemed unreal up to a point. He knew his mind was tricking him in some way, but he also knew that those images were mostly true.
He saw the shop assistant looking at him for a second, the old woman resting on a rocking chairm, who saw him twice, the kids playing in the street who didn’t even pay attention, the mobsters who were minding their own business... and a sudden flash. He stopped there, didn’t go any further. He got stuck with that memory and analyzed the flash. It came from above, he had seen it coming and going, and only now he realised it: someone was watching him. He had chosen different paths each time, and although some of them crossed in a couple of spots, he had seen it from different streets. More or less the same zone, but it couldn’t possibly be something unmovable. He had seen several flashes in the shipyards but there are so many pieces of metal in there that they were meaningless.
But he know knew there was something, rather, someone, watching him from above. Would have he discovered the bow? He couldn’t afford another day of surveillance. He needed to finish the bow and find the spy, as soon as possible. But would that be enough? He hoped, and expected, so. Besides, for how long had he been watched? He had been looking for spots and tools and such for some time now... And with these thoughts he fell asleep.
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
Vasiliy opened the door easily. He sighed and reminded himself to check how much a decent door lock cost. In this part of town, robberies were almost an inevitability. He pushed the door closed without looking behind him, too focused on getting the money out of his coat.
From inside the ramshackle house came the voice of his mother. "Diana, stop hitting Alexander!" Vasiliy couldn't help but chuckle at his two rambunctious young siblings. They were twins, both born when Vasiliy was a teenager. He called out, "Mama, papa I'm home! I have pay!"
From the third room of the house, which had only three rooms, came the sound of his father's jubilant voice, followed closely by his father. "Ah, Vasiliy! I will never know how you were so blessed to help us so." Vasiliy was glad his father soon pulled him into an embrace. That way, at least, his father would not have to see his son frown.
Vasiliy did not like his job. It was dangerous, it was risky, and most importantly, it could threaten his family if he made an enemy. But it paid well. It was exciting, and kept him in form, though he would still drop it for any other opportunity if any arised. But there were few opportunities for a lowly educated slum boy.
He pulled back from the hug and watched as his mother and siblings came into the room, too. Discussion began of what monthly gifts and luxuries could be gotten. Vasiliy stood off to the side and smiled as his family talked. No, for now, there was no other option but to continue. To do otherwise would ruin what little his family had. And his family was all he really had.
From inside the ramshackle house came the voice of his mother. "Diana, stop hitting Alexander!" Vasiliy couldn't help but chuckle at his two rambunctious young siblings. They were twins, both born when Vasiliy was a teenager. He called out, "Mama, papa I'm home! I have pay!"
From the third room of the house, which had only three rooms, came the sound of his father's jubilant voice, followed closely by his father. "Ah, Vasiliy! I will never know how you were so blessed to help us so." Vasiliy was glad his father soon pulled him into an embrace. That way, at least, his father would not have to see his son frown.
Vasiliy did not like his job. It was dangerous, it was risky, and most importantly, it could threaten his family if he made an enemy. But it paid well. It was exciting, and kept him in form, though he would still drop it for any other opportunity if any arised. But there were few opportunities for a lowly educated slum boy.
He pulled back from the hug and watched as his mother and siblings came into the room, too. Discussion began of what monthly gifts and luxuries could be gotten. Vasiliy stood off to the side and smiled as his family talked. No, for now, there was no other option but to continue. To do otherwise would ruin what little his family had. And his family was all he really had.
Radio Noer
The Devourer
Why did I ever become a PI? Why am I always the deliverer of bad news? Geoffrey thought to himself as he wandered about the streets. Ah, well, it keeps the food coming in, and that's just about the most important thing in Core. Geoffrey stopped, he thought he had heard a noise. He shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and kept walking. Geoffrey made it back to his house, went inside, and slammed the door shut. He searched around for something to eat but didn't find much besides some stale bread and old cheese, but he wolfed it down greedily.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was a common enough occurence, his more paranoid and frequent customers eventually found out where Geoffrey lived, to get access to him whenever they felt the urge to investigate things that go bump in the night. Geoffrey started to get up, shouting "Go away, I just got home, can't a man have some peace?". Alas, he got no peace, the knocking continued. Geoffrey finally went up to the door and threw it open. There standing in front of him was a kid, probably no older than thirteen, but years of hunger and hard work made him look much older.
"Help me, please" the boy said "there has been a murder in the neighborhood, please, help me bring the murderer to justice" Geoffrey sighed This is clearly one of the first murders this kid has seen, he'll learn soon enough that this happens every day. "Sorry, kid, I'm busy" Geoffrey said dismissively "Just go home, I doubt you're on anybody's radar".
The boy stayed there in the door, supplicating to Geoffrey to help him bring the murderer to justice. Eventually, Geoffrey hada had enough. "Shut up, kid! You want justice? wello, here in Core justice is a knife in the back after you stole from the mafia. It's a knee to the gut in a dark alleyway where you never wake up again! You want justice? Go joing the gangs, they've got justice! The police force has nothing on the organized crime! You think that I could possibly make a dent on your issues while I'm focussing on mine? Get your head screwed on straight and then come talk to me! Now go, leave!"
With that Geoffrey slammed the door in the boy's face and flopped onto the tiny little mattress in his one room house.
There was another knock at the door.
Geoffrey flung open the door, grabbed his old, holey jacket and set out to help the boy on the doorstep.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was a common enough occurence, his more paranoid and frequent customers eventually found out where Geoffrey lived, to get access to him whenever they felt the urge to investigate things that go bump in the night. Geoffrey started to get up, shouting "Go away, I just got home, can't a man have some peace?". Alas, he got no peace, the knocking continued. Geoffrey finally went up to the door and threw it open. There standing in front of him was a kid, probably no older than thirteen, but years of hunger and hard work made him look much older.
"Help me, please" the boy said "there has been a murder in the neighborhood, please, help me bring the murderer to justice" Geoffrey sighed This is clearly one of the first murders this kid has seen, he'll learn soon enough that this happens every day. "Sorry, kid, I'm busy" Geoffrey said dismissively "Just go home, I doubt you're on anybody's radar".
The boy stayed there in the door, supplicating to Geoffrey to help him bring the murderer to justice. Eventually, Geoffrey hada had enough. "Shut up, kid! You want justice? wello, here in Core justice is a knife in the back after you stole from the mafia. It's a knee to the gut in a dark alleyway where you never wake up again! You want justice? Go joing the gangs, they've got justice! The police force has nothing on the organized crime! You think that I could possibly make a dent on your issues while I'm focussing on mine? Get your head screwed on straight and then come talk to me! Now go, leave!"
With that Geoffrey slammed the door in the boy's face and flopped onto the tiny little mattress in his one room house.
There was another knock at the door.
Geoffrey flung open the door, grabbed his old, holey jacket and set out to help the boy on the doorstep.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Kyle rushed back to the rubble-laden section of the wall us-little kids use to escape the "The Orphanage". He barely needed my help anymore, and his hair was growing in-but still, he wasn't strong enough to use the "Big Boy" breach, which is much well hidden from the street.
"Jose! They killed Nana!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. I squeezed my eyes shut. Nana was a nice women who came every once in a while to donate dried meat to the "The Orphanage". She always stayed behind to make sure the bullies didn't steal from the young boys she doted. It was later we found out that the meat was old cats, those who died from her collection, but even then, we loved her for what she shared with us.
My eyes opened again, looking into his tear-stained face, "The Police won't come back for another week" he said. Ah, he knew me better than I thought, "Ask around, see if there is anyone who can help us."
With the bigger boy holding my hands I walked towards the north east dorms, where there was an office with file cabinets. Now, they store the boys of the Red Finger gang. If anyone knows anyone about helpful non-Policemen, the tall redhead Silvester would know. He would boast that this gang or that gang would recruit him soon, but I saw him talking to the Policeman the last time he came, so that is in doubt.
I thought for a moment, then knocked the secret code. A burly guard set to join the Police opened the door, "Ah, is Jose my man" he said, "have anything for Silv? Our last trap got set off by a bird, it tasted good, but we would have preferred to catch el Pantero".
"No, but I would like to ask a favor" I replied, "information only"
The guard turned around, "Hey Jakob, how many info-favors does Jose have?"
A distant opening of a file cabinet and some frantic counting, then: "Six!"
"Come in, Silv will see you soon.
YOU" he pointed at Kyle, "Get back to your pitiful Blue Nose Squad"
Kyle puffed out his chest, whispered, "If you don't get back in two hours, I will ask Harris to come and avenge you" and left.
I walked through the pile of file cabinets. Some of them are tipped over, serving as prisons for those who wronged the Red Fingers- they would place the unfortunate soul inside and place a few cinderblocks on top. Others are opened or closed, packed with rags and the like serving as bunks.
Reaching Silv's desk, he smiled and looked up at me. "What do you need, Jose?" he asked, "And before you say anything, I would commend you on your excellent trap. I want ten more before the Policeman comes back."
I bit my lip. It was rare for Silvester to give me a command, but he must have his reasons. "Yes boss."
"Good, continue"
"I need a respectable person outside of the law, who can help us find a murderor"
"Ah... you mean a Private Eye; Wait, is this outside of the wall?"
I nodded. He flipped through a stack of notes, his countenance darkening.
"I would give it to you if you renounce all your info-favors" he replied. "This information is dangerous in the hands of the wrong people"
I immediately noted the next few words so I can inform Kyle and the Blue Noses "by accident".
"Go up a few blocks to the broken factory, and continue on until you find a sign with an eye on it."
"Thank you." I replied. I bowed and left.
Nana will have justice, I will see to that...
"Jose! They killed Nana!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. I squeezed my eyes shut. Nana was a nice women who came every once in a while to donate dried meat to the "The Orphanage". She always stayed behind to make sure the bullies didn't steal from the young boys she doted. It was later we found out that the meat was old cats, those who died from her collection, but even then, we loved her for what she shared with us.
My eyes opened again, looking into his tear-stained face, "The Police won't come back for another week" he said. Ah, he knew me better than I thought, "Ask around, see if there is anyone who can help us."
With the bigger boy holding my hands I walked towards the north east dorms, where there was an office with file cabinets. Now, they store the boys of the Red Finger gang. If anyone knows anyone about helpful non-Policemen, the tall redhead Silvester would know. He would boast that this gang or that gang would recruit him soon, but I saw him talking to the Policeman the last time he came, so that is in doubt.
I thought for a moment, then knocked the secret code. A burly guard set to join the Police opened the door, "Ah, is Jose my man" he said, "have anything for Silv? Our last trap got set off by a bird, it tasted good, but we would have preferred to catch el Pantero".
"No, but I would like to ask a favor" I replied, "information only"
The guard turned around, "Hey Jakob, how many info-favors does Jose have?"
A distant opening of a file cabinet and some frantic counting, then: "Six!"
"Come in, Silv will see you soon.
YOU" he pointed at Kyle, "Get back to your pitiful Blue Nose Squad"
Kyle puffed out his chest, whispered, "If you don't get back in two hours, I will ask Harris to come and avenge you" and left.
I walked through the pile of file cabinets. Some of them are tipped over, serving as prisons for those who wronged the Red Fingers- they would place the unfortunate soul inside and place a few cinderblocks on top. Others are opened or closed, packed with rags and the like serving as bunks.
Reaching Silv's desk, he smiled and looked up at me. "What do you need, Jose?" he asked, "And before you say anything, I would commend you on your excellent trap. I want ten more before the Policeman comes back."
I bit my lip. It was rare for Silvester to give me a command, but he must have his reasons. "Yes boss."
"Good, continue"
"I need a respectable person outside of the law, who can help us find a murderor"
"Ah... you mean a Private Eye; Wait, is this outside of the wall?"
I nodded. He flipped through a stack of notes, his countenance darkening.
"I would give it to you if you renounce all your info-favors" he replied. "This information is dangerous in the hands of the wrong people"
I immediately noted the next few words so I can inform Kyle and the Blue Noses "by accident".
"Go up a few blocks to the broken factory, and continue on until you find a sign with an eye on it."
"Thank you." I replied. I bowed and left.
Nana will have justice, I will see to that...
Mickzter97
The One and Only
I am so hungry. My mouth is dry, and my stomach is paining. I havent eaten for 4 days, and all I have had to drink is water from the drain. My name is Joseph van de Vooten, remember that. Do not forget that. That is your name. Never let go of it. I forgot where I am, all I know is that I am in a slum. All over the place it is written Core, run away from Core, death is better. Wait, what is this. It is a brown book. What on earth, who would have time to read here?
Joseph vomited, and it was a pale brownish colour. There were bits of rat tails in it. Thats the last thing he ate. Rat - the best thing in Core. Amnesia had been haunting Joseph for 3 months now, and it was getting worse and worse. Along that, he was showing signs of schizophrenia, after killing a man who he thought to be an alien trying to kill him. Joseph was dying, and his past of killing people for money was over. Now he killed people for food. His life has been a living hell. Who knows what is next.
Hello my friend how was your day, Joseph said. He looked at the thing, licking his lips. It was small, grey and had a pink tail. It was the size of a rugby ball. Your small, compared to your friends, you must be a little boy or are you a girl. He bent down towards it, and held his ear next to the rats ear. Whats that, you think you are tasty thats odd, I was thinking the same thing! Yay! He started jumping up and down in rejoice, and singing to himself.
The rat started to run away, but Joseph was too fast. The knife went through its head, and the blood splat out. I like them roar! Joseph ate the rats, every single bit. This stuff would usually kill a man, but not Joseph. Something happened to him, that gave him an unbelievable immune system. Ah, that was good And with that, he picked up the book, and sang his song again. Core was dark, but Joseph seemed very happy. Something unusaul happened to him long ago, but he just can't remember. Although he forgot to read, he kept it. He saw his name. On the old cover it read, Joseph van de Vooten, my diary.
"My name is Joesph van de Vooten, don't forget that. Remember that!"
OOC: Whatta guys think of my poem/song?
Joseph vomited, and it was a pale brownish colour. There were bits of rat tails in it. Thats the last thing he ate. Rat - the best thing in Core. Amnesia had been haunting Joseph for 3 months now, and it was getting worse and worse. Along that, he was showing signs of schizophrenia, after killing a man who he thought to be an alien trying to kill him. Joseph was dying, and his past of killing people for money was over. Now he killed people for food. His life has been a living hell. Who knows what is next.
Hello my friend how was your day, Joseph said. He looked at the thing, licking his lips. It was small, grey and had a pink tail. It was the size of a rugby ball. Your small, compared to your friends, you must be a little boy or are you a girl. He bent down towards it, and held his ear next to the rats ear. Whats that, you think you are tasty thats odd, I was thinking the same thing! Yay! He started jumping up and down in rejoice, and singing to himself.
They come in large and small
But all they good all in all
And when they come out to play
I have to put my guns away
Because they are tasty and fresh
Especially their lovely greyish flesh!
But all they good all in all
And when they come out to play
I have to put my guns away
Because they are tasty and fresh
Especially their lovely greyish flesh!
The rat started to run away, but Joseph was too fast. The knife went through its head, and the blood splat out. I like them roar! Joseph ate the rats, every single bit. This stuff would usually kill a man, but not Joseph. Something happened to him, that gave him an unbelievable immune system. Ah, that was good And with that, he picked up the book, and sang his song again. Core was dark, but Joseph seemed very happy. Something unusaul happened to him long ago, but he just can't remember. Although he forgot to read, he kept it. He saw his name. On the old cover it read, Joseph van de Vooten, my diary.
"My name is Joesph van de Vooten, don't forget that. Remember that!"
OOC: Whatta guys think of my poem/song?
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
OOC: Creepy
Radio Noer
The Devourer
OOC: I assume conversation between two player-controlled characters needs both authors, right?
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
I'd say so 
Yes and no.
Anything you do must be permissible by both authors, else is rendered null.
However, if you wanted to do something directly opposing a character - say, kill or capture them - I would need to be notified, and would step in and use RNG to determine the results.
Radio Noer
The Devourer
So something like this (and then wait for Terrance to respond)?:
Geoffrey and the kid walked out of the house and began walking towards the site of the murder. After a while, Geoffrey broke the silence. "So, kid, what's your name? Any why is this murder so important to you? Looking for answers like me?"
Geoffrey and the kid walked out of the house and began walking towards the site of the murder. After a while, Geoffrey broke the silence. "So, kid, what's your name? Any why is this murder so important to you? Looking for answers like me?"
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
I pull my rags closer. "My name... they call me Jose" I said, "The person who... Nana is important to me. She takes care of us at The Orphanage" I bit my lip. No need to reveal where I live at. "The Policemen base is far away. They do not want to be bothered."
I look at him in the eyes, "Many of us want justice, not just me."
I look at him in the eyes, "Many of us want justice, not just me."
Radio Noer
The Devourer
Justice. The word struck a cord in Geoffrey, it was true, in Core everybody wants justice, a commodity harder to come by than food.
"Alright, Jose" Geoffrey said, "I hope we get where we need to be soon, it's getting darker and colder and I don't particularly want to stay out much longer. The name's Geoffrey by the way."
The two continued walking along and eventually arrived at the scene of the murder. There Nana was, laying on the ground, a bullet straight through the heart. On the ground near her was a bullet casing, Geoffrey had seen enough to know it was from a 9 millimeter round. The scene absolutely reeked of one of the mobs. Everything fit, the clean kill, the bullet casing, it was an open and shut case. But Geoffrey could tell this kid, Jose, would want to delve deeper, a simple answer wouldn't suffice, and Geoffrey didn't particularly want to provide one.
"So, kid, who has any reason, any reason at all to kill her?"
"Alright, Jose" Geoffrey said, "I hope we get where we need to be soon, it's getting darker and colder and I don't particularly want to stay out much longer. The name's Geoffrey by the way."
The two continued walking along and eventually arrived at the scene of the murder. There Nana was, laying on the ground, a bullet straight through the heart. On the ground near her was a bullet casing, Geoffrey had seen enough to know it was from a 9 millimeter round. The scene absolutely reeked of one of the mobs. Everything fit, the clean kill, the bullet casing, it was an open and shut case. But Geoffrey could tell this kid, Jose, would want to delve deeper, a simple answer wouldn't suffice, and Geoffrey didn't particularly want to provide one.
"So, kid, who has any reason, any reason at all to kill her?"
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
OOC: I assume that the climate hasn't changed much, right? I mean, it's still hot as hell in Core as it is in a tropical zone...
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Strange question. I looked upon her body as tears tried to come into my eyes. I need... a clear head.
I looked around, none of her cats were there.
"She... she raises cats" I wondered a loud, "and they taste better than rats... maybe they took the cats for food?"
Hell if I know, I thought as Geoffry looked about the body. Maybe the Red Finger would know?
I looked around, none of her cats were there.
"She... she raises cats" I wondered a loud, "and they taste better than rats... maybe they took the cats for food?"
Hell if I know, I thought as Geoffry looked about the body. Maybe the Red Finger would know?
Spoiler Symbol of the Red Finger :
Radio Noer
The Devourer
The kid knows nothing, way to bring him into this in the first place, c'mon Geoffrey, you find answers so others don't have to. Geoffrey thought to himself.
Geoffrey walked around the scene a bit more, after all, some mobsters had their own special trademarks for their kills. Still nothing. Geoffrey looked at the body, inspecting every inch of it. It was no longer Nana, it was just a body, at least, that's what Geoffrey always told himself. He rolled her over, found the exit wound and sighed in frustration.
"Listen, Jose, I don't know who killed her, I suspect it may be a mob job, I'll get talking, if you remember anything, you know where to find me. Know that I'm committed to the case now, and I don't stop until I find the truth."
Geoffrey started to walk away, but turned around one last time. He realized it was all just a bit too perfect. One shot straight through the chest, in a dererted part of town, of a totally inconspicuous woman. He shook his head and walked back and forth for a while, mulling over the details. Why would she be targeted? She's quite far from the orphanage and she raises cats. Who needs cats in Core anyways? More head shaking, more pacing. He stopped and a thought, not even a thought, but a mere kernel of an idea came to his head.
"Jose, is anybody after you?" Geoffrey paused "Not to scare you or anything, but sometimes people kill to get to another person. It could just be a crazy though. I wouldn't worry too much, if you're in the Orphanage. Never mind. I'll put my feelers out, go back home and get some sleep, I have a feeling it'll be a long couple of days ahead"
Suddenly, a door flew open, the smell of blood wafted through the air. The solitary scream rang out. Geoffrey slowly approached the house. There, in the middle of the floor was another person. It didn't matter if they were male or female, Geoffrey couldn't tell anyways. The brutal trap completely mangled the body. On the back wall was the symbol of the Red Finger.
"My God" Geoffrey whispered "who could have done this?"
Geoffrey turned around to Jose. "Listen, go home now, that's an order, I don't think it's safe here anymore. I'll find out what I can, just go, I'll find out what I can"
Geoffrey walked around the scene a bit more, after all, some mobsters had their own special trademarks for their kills. Still nothing. Geoffrey looked at the body, inspecting every inch of it. It was no longer Nana, it was just a body, at least, that's what Geoffrey always told himself. He rolled her over, found the exit wound and sighed in frustration.
"Listen, Jose, I don't know who killed her, I suspect it may be a mob job, I'll get talking, if you remember anything, you know where to find me. Know that I'm committed to the case now, and I don't stop until I find the truth."
Geoffrey started to walk away, but turned around one last time. He realized it was all just a bit too perfect. One shot straight through the chest, in a dererted part of town, of a totally inconspicuous woman. He shook his head and walked back and forth for a while, mulling over the details. Why would she be targeted? She's quite far from the orphanage and she raises cats. Who needs cats in Core anyways? More head shaking, more pacing. He stopped and a thought, not even a thought, but a mere kernel of an idea came to his head.
"Jose, is anybody after you?" Geoffrey paused "Not to scare you or anything, but sometimes people kill to get to another person. It could just be a crazy though. I wouldn't worry too much, if you're in the Orphanage. Never mind. I'll put my feelers out, go back home and get some sleep, I have a feeling it'll be a long couple of days ahead"
Suddenly, a door flew open, the smell of blood wafted through the air. The solitary scream rang out. Geoffrey slowly approached the house. There, in the middle of the floor was another person. It didn't matter if they were male or female, Geoffrey couldn't tell anyways. The brutal trap completely mangled the body. On the back wall was the symbol of the Red Finger.
"My God" Geoffrey whispered "who could have done this?"
Geoffrey turned around to Jose. "Listen, go home now, that's an order, I don't think it's safe here anymore. I'll find out what I can, just go, I'll find out what I can"
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Discord Reigns
"I hope not" I said, but then I wonder. Do I have any enemies in The Orphanage who left and joined a Gang later? Do I?
"Um... thanks Geoffrey sir." I spoke. Grown ups always liked pay of some kind, so I palmed a small wrapped bag into his hands. Last of the Cat Jerky, "take this... I'll go back home."
As I walked back, I hit myself in the head; I forgot to report to the Blue Noses! Now what will happen? (Oasis
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"Um... thanks Geoffrey sir." I spoke. Grown ups always liked pay of some kind, so I palmed a small wrapped bag into his hands. Last of the Cat Jerky, "take this... I'll go back home."
As I walked back, I hit myself in the head; I forgot to report to the Blue Noses! Now what will happen? (Oasis
)
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The Devourer
Jose gave Geoffrey a small bag with some jerky in it. Judging by Jose's descirption of Nana, he was hesitant to eat it, but chewed off bits on his way home. He flopped down on his bed and wondered about the Red Finger. He had heard whispers before, but never thought of them as too powerful or too dangerous. It seems as though they were both and he would have a lot on his plate to deal with. Sleep, you must sleep, just go to bed, the sun will come up tomorrow and you'll keep going on with the case. Geoffrey soon drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.
I'll be doing a formal update tomorrow, [Friday] after 6:00 PM/1800 GMT.
What will this consist of?
A brief overview of PC's events
Any NPC interactions or plot relating to PCs. Some guaranteed.
Other city events of note
A piece of RP, similar to Update 0.
And, yes, Core is in contemporary Panama. Even during the night, it's still quite warm out. As an additional note, even during the dry season (which is coming to its end), it is also quite wet.
What will this consist of?
A brief overview of PC's events
Any NPC interactions or plot relating to PCs. Some guaranteed.
Other city events of note
A piece of RP, similar to Update 0.
And, yes, Core is in contemporary Panama. Even during the night, it's still quite warm out. As an additional note, even during the dry season (which is coming to its end), it is also quite wet.
