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Day One
Aug 1, 2009 23:30:29 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Aug 1, 2009 23:30:29 GMT -5
August First, 2017.
0600 hours.
It's a warm day on the south eastern coast of California, in the small town of Middleton. There are clouds in the sky, but the sun shines brightly through, and there's a gentle breeze in the air, swept in on the waves. News has come to town of the murder of a couple on a farm, just south of Sacramento. There are no suspects as of yet. The bodies were found horribly mutilated, just outside of the house yesterday morning. The bodies have been taken in for an autopsy.
[OOC] My posting style for running this campaign will be simple. Every day, and every time lapse, I'll make a post like above, describing weather, giving the date and time, and any other relevant information. This is, however, only for me to do, as I'm the one who controls the weather, time, etc; everything after that, will be my character. [/OOC]
Miles gets up, gets dressed, and heads out of his hotel. He grabs a taxi and heads to The Dockside Diner for breakfast. (What did you expect? Nothing huge has happened yet >_>)
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sgtkill
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"*pulls out shotgun* I like to keep this*chic-chic* For close encounters."
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Post by sgtkill on Aug 2, 2009 7:36:16 GMT -5
Greg gets up at 6:00 am, give or take a few minutes. He feels lazy today, probably because its his day off from the idiotic flight students at the academy he works at. He begins his morning callistetics and only reach fifty push-ups and seventy-five crunches. After that he sits down to continue the newest Harry Potter book, hes almost half way through and he finds this one the most suspenseful. After eating his lunch, he drives to the academy where an old buddy of his lets him in to fly by himself. He gets into his pre-fueled Cesna and takes off. This is the only way he relaxes anymore.
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Day One
Aug 2, 2009 12:49:35 GMT -5
Post by Sutton on Aug 2, 2009 12:49:35 GMT -5
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Brad awoke to the sound of a neglected alarm clock. Hmmuh? ... shit, what time is it? As he pulled himself out of bed, he checked the time - 6:25. He'd overslept by all of 5 minutes. Oh. Well then. Crisis averted.
Roughly 20 minutes later; he got into his pickup and started the drive to his machine shop. Alright... I should have plenty of time, traffic permitting.. As he drove, he flipped through the radio stations; eventually settling on some local news.
"- izzly double murder south of Sacremento. [static] were found outside their farm, their bodies mutilated - KWNC was unable to reach police chief [static] for further comment, but we are informed [static] autopsy is scheduled. We'll have more on this [static] news arrives. And now for sports-"
He sighed and shut the radio off. Of course, the news is always bad. On second thought, I could use some peace and quiet...
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sam
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Day One
Aug 3, 2009 11:13:27 GMT -5
Post by sam on Aug 3, 2009 11:13:27 GMT -5
0600 hours. Sam looked at the celing of his personal sleeping quarters watching the sun creeping across the room, making streams of light on the ground. He blinked sharply at his watch, trying to focus on it's display. "Ughhh... six already." he thought. Anticipating the day's start by trumpet he slugishly rose from his bed, folding the final corners under the matress he stopped to study it, making sure all details are to a good standard. Pacing across the room and opening the cupboard to look for civilain clothes was something he was not used to. For the first time since co-op training with the yanks deployed to Fort Ord he had been allowed local leave for the day. Doning a jacket with the unit logo on it, long pants and dress shoes, he appeared into the blinding morning light. No obvious plan for the day entered his mind, and his stomach grumbled. "First things first, to the mess for some brekky, then I might fancy a stroll to the seaside."
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Day One
Aug 7, 2009 18:38:15 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Aug 7, 2009 18:38:15 GMT -5
[OOC] Was hoping for more posting before I had to post again. After some consideration, I've decided to deviate from my original time plan, but not by an unreasonable amount. Just so things can get more interesting.
As well, for those of you who don't know how this works, I run everything. Including other NPCs. If you wish for me to use different formatting when playing characters other than my own, tell me. This post will be the first one in which I use an NPC. Don't expect them to have a lot of these sorts of posts, mostly they'll just be if something big is happening with them. However, introductions? They're always nice.[/OOC]
0700 hours.
Miles pays for his food after a hearty breakfast, and leaves a generous tip. He heads out to the docks and walks the boardwalk along the coastline, until he reaches his favourite point overlooking the sea from. He sits down on the edge of the cliff, staring into the distance, the wind brushing his face as the waves strike the rocks below. "Out there, over the water, all the way out there..." He let's out a sigh and shakes his head. "That life is too far gone now... for now, any ways... one day, one day."
On the other side of town, a young woman is stepping out of her house. She's wearing a tight black leather motorcycle outfit, with a backpack. As she steps out of the door, she turns her head over her shoulder. "See you later mom, I'm heading off to work." Before she closed the door, and hopped on her motorcycle. "Another day, another dollar..." She says, before speeding off to Jack's Bar.
Paul awoke to the sound of a bottle smashing on the floor next to his bed. "Great." he thinks "Just what I need, more broken glass in this dump." He stumbles out of bed, hunched over, with a hand to his head, and hobbles over to the phone, it's light blinking red with a new message. He reaches over and presses the play button, sitting down in his broken down recliner, and listens to the message. "Hey Paul, it's me, Cindy. I just wanted to make sure you're alright, you were pretty out there last night. Not sure if you even remember it, with all you drank. Give me a call later, and stop by Jack's. You know when my shift ends. Hope to see you there, take care Paul." Paul lets out a sigh and sinks into his chair.
Stan gets up with a start. It was that dream again. That clown, that clown... he shakes his head in hopes of clearing the image from his mind. But, it's still there. He turns and looks at the time. "of course." It's earlier than he'd hoped to be up, but there's no way he'd get back to sleep with that clown in his head. Stan hopped out of bed, got dressed, and drove off to work in his Dodge Viper.
The sun is just beyond the horizon over on the beach front. A man stands with a silenced pistol, leaning back up against one of the wooden pillars that hold up the dock. Two men carry another, his hands bound. "You know, Jeremy, you're two months behind on your payments. I don't like it when people are behind on payments." says the man with the gun."Phil, please, I'll get you the mo-" Phillip, the one with the gun, pistol whips Jeremy. "SHUT UP! Nobody said you could talk." Jeremy falls to the ground, and is picked back up. "Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy... It's nothing personal. You've been good business, but, I think we both know I can't get a rep for being soft. It's just business." Phillip puts the gun to the back of Jeremy's head. "No! Phillip, you can't do t-" Jeremy's body fell to the sand, limp. "Simply business. Alright boys, dump the body."
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sgtkill
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"*pulls out shotgun* I like to keep this*chic-chic* For close encounters."
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Day One
Aug 10, 2009 7:42:54 GMT -5
Post by sgtkill on Aug 10, 2009 7:42:54 GMT -5
1702 hours
Greg finally lands his plane after a long day flying around the town. He gets back in his car and ddrives to town to get his dinner for the night. Since its his day off he decides to drop his car off at home and go to his favorite place, Jack's.
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Day One
Aug 15, 2009 10:55:01 GMT -5
Post by penguin person on Aug 15, 2009 10:55:01 GMT -5
OOC can i make verbal statements that dont require me to make any action rolls? OOC
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Day One
Aug 23, 2009 17:40:22 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Aug 23, 2009 17:40:22 GMT -5
Statements do NOT require any rolls.
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Day One
Jan 1, 2010 11:00:11 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Jan 1, 2010 11:00:11 GMT -5
Alright, looks pretty dead. Sam's not going to be around to play his character, so we'll act like his character is non-existent. If he comes back, he's welcome to have his spot back. 1705 hoursMiles is out in a field as the sun gets low in the sky, his bow drawn aimed dead ahead at a hay bail fifty feet off. He fires off an arrow and hits dead center on the bulls eye spray painted there. "If only my plans went as straight as that arrow. But, I guess nothing does..." He walks over to grab his arrows and puts them back in the quiver, heading back to town. Okay, I lied, expect many NPC related posts. Cindy is just getting of of work now, she tosses on her leather jacket and starts out the door. Just before she reaches the door, she sees Paul and walks over to take a seat near him. "Hey Paul, guess you got my message. Feel alright today?" She takes his arm.Paul turns to Cindy, his face is streaked with tears. "Do you know what today is Cindy? It's been four years... Four years... and they're just gone...""Hush hush Paul, it'll all be alright" She takes his head and leans it on her shoulder "Don't think about it, everything'll be alright"A burly man steps into a smoky room, the lights are dimmed and Phillip sits in a chair opposite the door. "Boss, we've got those pictures you wanted, of the bodies." "Good, give them here." The man gives Phillip an envelope, and he takes a few pictures out. His eyes go wide. "Good god, it's..." His voice trails off and he stares at the pictures as though in a daze.
Let's get this going people!
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