NSWRPF Archive Hollow Men- Collision (A Super Heroic RPG)

ic: Linda Miller
Hotel Room

"I can check with a few officers who were on site before me, but I never spoke to this Frank," Linda pointed out. This was strange, she was actually out of the loop on something. She scratched the back of her head and thought through the possibilities. Linda was quickly taken from her thoughts when Matthew spoke once again. "Oh, the station's number, it's 213-160-8589."

She lightly bit the tip of her finger nail, thinking deeply on what could have occurred. Frank could have left for countless reasons, the officers might not have needed him, but she should have at least known he was on site. Something certainly wasn't adding up.

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Mathew Masters
Hotel Room

He looked at her and stopped as if in thought.

Better Yet, I'll have Michael send the documents to me. I'll bring them down to your station. Perhaps our background check of Frank wasn't as good as we thought.

I'll also try to think of any other information you might need.

If that will be all?

He went to the door, and put his hand on the doorknob. wondering if she meant to leave now or not.

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ic: Linda Miller
Hotel Room

Linda continued to jot down notes in her book, making sure to have everything fresh on the paper. She stopped to listen to Matthew once more, and then nodded in agreement. "That will do just fine," she said. Matthew quickly opened the door for, and she made her way out, but not before tearing off a piece of paper and handing it to the older man. "Listen, this is my personal number, if you feel uncomfortable about anything, give me a call."

She moved outside and added, "by the way, if Frank calls you don't act suspicious, currently he's our only suspect." Miller waved bye and made her way outside of the hotel room. She couldn't believe how quickly time flew, already it was the after noon, the sun setting across the still fairly gray skies. The young woman relaxed inside her car, as she went to shut her door Linda turned to reach into the back for her phone, yet she accidentily had caught her other hand in the doors way, it had slammed on it.

Linda let out of a shriek of pain, but suddenly her eyes became completely white, her pupils not even faintly visible. Slowly her blurry vision cleared, but she could not move. There was a fire, it was raging through the tall building, a home for many people. Linda wanted to desperately stop it, but she couldn't, it was a vision of the future, Linda only was able to stand and watch, there were people running in, then, minutes later, an explosion shook the upper levels of the building, which started to cave in.

Miller screamed in fear, there was no one who could hear her though. Coughing Linda rose from her passenger seat, she had collapsed across the seats. Linda couldn't make sense of what just occurred. "It must have been a dream," she said, wiping sweat from her face. "a very vivid dream. I-I must just be really tired. Her mind then clicked about her hand, she had slammed the door on it. "How could I be so stupid?"

Checking her hand she found it to be only slightly bloody, wiping it away Linda realized the door had barely penetrated the skin. "That was lucky," she spoke. Taking a small towel from her backseat Miller cleaned up her hand, and then finally started her car. "I should just head home." She drove away, her mind drifting to the dream, that fire, it was so terrible, and it felt so real. She could almost feel the heat on her cheek. Something was wrong, she knew it.

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IC: Chiaki Tetsuya
Starbucks

Whilst Chiaki was explaining her situation to Neal, customers continued to walk in and out of the coffee shop. One man inparticular stood out from the rest.

"Yes, I would like....Oh who cares, just surprise me." Not the average request you hear at a coffee shop with a wide selection of refreshments. The drink arrived quickly and the man took a sip, spitting it out ferociously after.

"What do you call this mess? Do you call it, unemployment? Becuase this is the worse stuff I have every drank!" He shouted, throwing the drink at the barista and smiling.

"I change my mind, I will go and get me a soda," He then explained before turning towards the exit. Before he could get out, he turned to the shop and raising his voice enough, spoke to everyone.

"I want you all to know, that a new king is in town. If you are bored with your life and want some more interesting work, call me at 867-5309 between 6am and noon, tomorrow. Then I will meet you and see if you are up to the tasks that I give you."

The man then sped off in his car, leaving all the paying customers in disaray. This is probably something to do with all the palavour that's going on... She thought. Chiaki quickly memorised the number and shook her head to continue her story to Neal.

Tag: Nethrin

 

Francis Hillian

Francis went to the well-stocked bar in the living room. He wasn't much of a drinker, but found that the rich enjoyed it immensely. He reached beneath the counter and withdrew two whiskey glasses - at least, he assumed they were whiskey glasses - and took out a bottle of vodka. He poured some for himself.

"'What's your poison?'" he asked in a very poor gangster accent, trying to lighten the mood.

Tag: John_117

 

IC: Jonathan Bennet
New York City, Hotel

"Is rum and coke too much trouble?" Jon asked with a light laugh. Some hard alcohol would help his nerves, and Jon certainly needed it. He could barely understand what was happening, and since he hadn't had a drink all day, he desperately need it now. There was just too much going on, he wakes up to find he could teleport, then he can barely do it. Then all of a sudden he felt like he could pass out at any moment.

These rushes of emotions were destroying him, but he could still not point to what its origins were. Jon politely took a seat, relaxing. Bennet was unsure if he should push for questions, or what to even ask. This was awkward, perhaps it was because of these mixed feelings that were messing with him, he wasn't clear either way.

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IC:Kitty

The rest of the day went relatively smoothing and in the afternoon the school bell rang. Kitty was one of the first students outside and waited for Alex to catch up. "Hey!" she called from the top of the wall she was sitting of when he walked underneth her.

Kitty jumped the fifteen feet and landed gracefully. "You're going to kill yourself one day." Alex told her.

"I only believed you the first million times." Kitty shot back.

They started walking along the side walk. Soon Alex stopped off at his job. "I'll see you later then,to walk home." Alex said.

"Nah,I'm working late today." Kitty shot back.

She continued towards the book store on her own.

TAG-Any

 

Sub-GM:

Everyone doing all right without Obi. I'm going to wait until wednesday, then i'll post something if he doesn't, unless you all want to keep going. Either way my PM box is open if you have questions.

 

OOC: My PM box is always open aswell, but I've been here every day. Big story move is coming soon, so hopefully everyone can wrap up some of their stuff they have going on currently before I do some big pushes.

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IC: Man In Black
New York City, Afternoon

The Man In Black always seemed to be one step ahead. If was as if he could find these people before they even found themselves, or what they were really capable of. As the sun set on this day, the man had encountered a number of people, those who were different, it was curious, but he could not lose sight of his priority.

A school had a rough outting, it appeared to be connected to a young girl, since the Man had access to most information he was able to quickly identify her. It didn't take long for the man to find Kitty.

He had followed her for a least one block, she didn't seem to be catching on, so the man in black lightly touched her shoulder.

"Excuse me, Kitty?" he asked. "I think there's something we should talk about."

Tag: Genimay

 

Francis Hillian

Francis smiled. "No trouble at all."

He mixed the drink quickly, and to the best of his meager abilities, and then reached for his own drink. It was nowhere to be found. Had he actually made one? Yes, of course he had...

"Now, Jonathan - I hope it's alright if we can go on first names, I'm not one for mister, not even to employees. Shall we begin?" he asked, placing the drink on a small table next to the reporter.

Francis returned to the bar. "Fire away with the questions, I've just got to get my booze."

And then the drink was there again. Odd.

Tag: John 117

 

OOC: Post to be forthcoming in the next day or so.

 

IC: Jonathan Bennet
Hotel, New York

"So, Francis it is?" Jon asked witha light chuckle as he took a sip of his drink. Young Bennet readied his questions, taking out his pad and pen to prepare writing. "So, how has your time been in America?" Jon asked. "I also understand you're about to become President for your company, that correct?" Jon writing down teh gathered information as it was released.

He found that slowly but surely he was feeling much better, his emotions no longer controlling him. The drink helped just the same, which he took a few more sips of. If there was one thing Jon was good it, it was holding his alcohol. "Would you say you're happy with the current situation of your company?"

TAG: Penguinator-176

 

Mathew Masters
Hotel Room

Mathias laid down to sleep after calling his company in Newark and asked that Fraks files be sent to him here in New York.

Michael had siad he'd be up there in about two hours and then they both would go to the Police staton and look for Mrs. Miller.

Until then, Mathias planned to sleep.

TAG: None

OOC: writers block.

 

Francis Hillian

Francis sat down, drink in hand. "Very happy. Well, almost very happy. There still are some minor personal problems to work out, but thankfully nothing tabloid-worthy."

He sipped at his drink. This was true: Francis was very distraught at his situation. He was heading a major corporation, a ruthless, rich company. And he, a young socialist, was at it's helm.

"When I say personal, I mean more internal. I'd been used to the meet-and-greet way of life before this, but in New York...the names to know, what to watch, what to wear, even. It's all too much."

Francis set his drink down, and leaned forward in his seat.

"Now, Jonathan, I know this isn't really about my company. I've read your column; that's why you're here. But what about me is so special? I'm just another rich snob."

Tag: John 117

 

OOC: Sorry for the delay was waiting for an opening/watching the story unfold.

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[color=green][b]IC: Jehkyl Eiras[/b]
Near Starbucks, afternoon[/color]

Jehkyl strolled along the street in search of a place to sit and take a rest. After a while he came upon an inviting Starbucks that didn't look like it was too crowded. He reached into his pocket to check for his wallet, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it was still there. He was glad he had decided to wear his rifle today; after all who would pick pocket a guy with a gun?

He walked up to the door and entered the starbucks, scanning the menu. He decided on a simple mocha frappechino and turned to find a seat. As he turned, six of the animated paper cranes fell from their roost in his coat and began to fly around him in a small flock. Jehk snatched at the tiny birds in vain jostling his coat and releasing more cranes. After doubling the amount of cranes that orbited around him, he gave up and took his seat, hoping nobody was watching.

[color=green][b]Tag: Starbucks Occupants [/b][/color]

 

IC:Shane

The streets of New York was still busy, and he had to watch people walk right out in front of his Mustang and just keep walking. As he drove, his mind was working over time. Pounding his palm against the steering wheel, infrustration. "How am I going to recruit more poeple to my cuase than any other way." As he drove he passed a Military recuitment place. He drove by like nothing was happening, than he slammed on his brakes hard. Tires skreeched to a halt. Horns blared and poeple shouted, he also felt a small rocking sensation from the vehicle behind, as he just bumbed the rearend of Shane's mustang.

"I got it!" He quickly pulled over to the side of the street and opened his laptop and started to type. As the web site came up, he typed in his password and looked at his "special" site. As he looked, he came across what he was looking for. The Help Wanted section. Than he began to type.

Wanted
Men and Women of all ages and abilities.
Do you like your boring life?
Do love money?
Can you work by yourself, with little directions?
Do you want more for your life?
If you can, and do, I have the job for you.
You can call me and leave a message at 867-5309 between the hours of 7-noon
A person can make 20000, in the first week or more.

Than he pressed inter and closed down the laptop. Than he just sat there, hoping that someone would call soon. As he sat there waiting for the sun to go down, and the banks to close.

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IC: Neal Robinson
Starbucks

Neal smiled as Chiaki talked. From what she was saying it sounded like she had abilities as well. It was nice to know that he wasnt alone. When she stopped he leaned forward to say something quietly to her.

"Well, I do have an idea about what you are going through. I think you can move things with just your mind. I made the tree grow just by focusing on it. Thats why I had the migraine. I hope that my head doesnt hurt like that everytime I use my... I guess they could be called powers. And maybe you have powers too."

As he paused a man came into the coffee shop and made an anouncement after getting mad about his coffee. As the mas said the phone number to call Neal memorised it and smiled. He would give the man a call later, once he was alone. He wasnt sure what kind of jobs were needed done but it sounded interesting.

Shortly after the man left Neal felt the urge to relive himself so he pardoned himself and walked to the bathroom at the back of the coffee shop. After his need was dealt with a thought struck him. He pulled out his cell phone and called the number the man had said.

He stepped out of the bathroom and stood at the back of the store, at a place fairly out of sight but he could still see Chiaki. The phone began to ring, Neal hoped the strange man would pick up. A new job would be welcome.

TAG: PRFFM, jedi_killeroak

OOC: Sorry about the long time since I posted but I just moved to college and I havent had internet till now.

 

IC:Shane

As he waited for things to happen, he watched several poeple go about thier bussiness. "I must learn more about this state. It has all kinds of poeple just waiting to be taken advantage of. Though,......", than his cell started to play "Jenny Jenny. There was a puase for before he actually picked up the phone and answered.

"Unknown number, now that is iteresting." Even though he was there by his phone, he just stared at it, waiting for the answering machine to pick it up.

Than it did; "Hello Shane Corperation, thank you for calling, but I am currently in a meeting. Though if you are looking for one of the current openings that we have, please leave your name and a message with a reachable phone number, and I will get back to you as soon, as possible. If you are a bill collector, then check is in the mail. beep!"

"Now, let us see who is calling this evening, then call him back. I need the help too much to let small things get in the way." As he talked, he looked in the mirror, and saw the startings of the reddish glow of his eyes. "It is almost time." A smile crept across his face, with a knowing smile. His time was about here.

Tag: Nethrin

 

OOC: Welcome back, Nethrin! No problem at all, I've had things to keep me busy as have quite a few RPGers i'm aware of

IC: Chiaki
Starbucks

Neal excused himself to use the facilities, so Chiaki casually glanced around, gathering her surroundings a bit more. Customers walked in and out, but this was growing stranger. One man, standing at the counter was russling with his coat, getting more and more frantic. A small bird-type thing fell from his coat and flew back up almost before the man grabbed it and shoved it back in his coat.

Chiaki nearly gagged on her drink. She had to say something.

She stood up and approached the man, standing casually beside him with a smile on her face.

When he had acknowledged she was there, and turned to her with a worried look, she spoke to him.

"Hey, um, if you're not too busy, would you mind taking a seat with me please?" And she walked back to her seat, hoping he would follow when his drink was processed.

Tag: Nethrin, Arclite

 

IC: Jehkyl Eiras
Starbucks, afternoon

A pretty Japanese woman approached him as he was getting his frappe. "Hey, um, if you're not too busy, would you mind taking a seat with me please?" she said before walking back to her booth.

Jehk was stunned; never in all of his travels had he ever been invited to a table. Sure he had eaten in restaurants plenty of times, but people tended to stay away from him due to his abilities and weapon. "Sir... Sir!" said the man behind the counter, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Your frappechino."

As he turned to get his beverage, he realized that the man's uniform had been soaked in coffee. 'What the...' he thought 'How did this happen?'

He took his coffee, and sat it on the counter. He reached out and touched the man's shirt, reading the elemental make up of the coffee. The employee opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced by a glare from Jehkyl. Sometimes being intimidating has it's uses.

After about fifteen seconds, he knew what to do. He converted the watter into steam, drying the man and letting it drift up to the ceiling like the rest of the steam filtering off of the coffee pots. That was the easy part, now for the coffee extract.

Changing water to steam was natural, and the water was prepared for it, making the transmutation a simple change of 'the states of matter'. He planned to do something along the same lines with the coffee, only transmuting it to a solid. Sweat beaded on his brow as he drew on the concentration required to rearrange molecules. With a soft, gravely sound, the calcium and potassium that made up most of the blend, conformed to a small sphere aout the size of a marble.

The man looked down at his uniform in awe. However, instead of a 'thanks', the youth took off his apron and threw it to the floor yelling, "I quit! Too many freaks around here" before storming off towards the back.

Jehkyl expected as much. He'd gotten the same reaction from a waitress in West Virginia, who had accidentally spilled coffee on herself. With a sigh, he walked over and took a seat with the Japanese lady, silently hoping she was more tolerant of his 'gifts'.

Tag: Nethrin, PRFFM

 

IC: Jonathan Bennet
Hotel Roon, New York


"I understand exactly what you mean Francis," Jon said, taking a sip of his drink as well. "I got such a lucky break when I came here. It wasn't an easy walk at all though." If Jon hadn't met that man he didn't know where he would have ended up. He always saw that as the perfect, but lucky, pitch. It came to him, and he took it. And, to Jon, he felt like he deserved it. Taking another sip of his drink, which was quite the assistant. Suddenly Jon realized this little take wasn't being accepted by Francis, he had to admire the man's direct approach to the entire situation.

"Well, word came down that you can fly," Jon revealed. "It got to me, and I jumped to take this interview. But, to be honest, it's more about me than this job." Bennet paused, he didn't know exactly what to reveal. He wanted to make sure this Francis was for real. That he could fly, befiore telling him his own secrets. And to even hopefully figure out why this had happened.

TAG: Penguinator-176

 

IC:Kitty

Kitty turned quicky. "Who are you?" she asked.

This was New York and Kitty had a pepperspray can in her purse. She had her hand on it as she faced this black man. He looked alightly imtimidating and she didn't trust him at all.

TAG-Obi

 

OOC: Black man? lol. I think you mean man in black. He's white. lol

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IC: Man In Black

"I realized you had some minor trouble in school," the man revealed. Obviously knowing full well about the incident that had occurred. "Don't worry, I'm not a sex-starved man, just curious if you know what you are?" he asked.

She was young, younger than most he had met. But that didn't dispute the fact that she was a useful candidate to his agenda.

"What you're really capable of?" the man added.

He was sly, the man had such a way with words, most of the time it was hard to tell if he was just being manipulating or charming. The man was most interested if young Kitty knew about her powers before-hand. There was so much to question and discover. And links were all over the place.

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Tag: Genimay

 

IC: Chiaki
Starbucks

For a reason, which wasn't apparent to Chiaki as she had missed what had actually happened, the barista serving the man she had just approached, threw his apron off, shouted and stormed out. He mentioned about there being 'too many freaks around here'...

The man walked over to the table where Chiaki was sat, and awkwardly placed his frappucino down and sat in a pushed in chair, opposite her. She looked at him for a second, which she made obvious to him, trying to figure him out. It was apparent there was something she needed to know, even if it was on the bases of physical attraction; he waas awkwardly sitting and was not able to concentrate on a single thing, scratching some part of his hand or arm as he shifted his view.

"I'm sorry, how rude, my name is Chiaki. I don't usually approach strangers but I saw something, something from your coat, and you need to explain it now." Her conversation, and one-wayed as it was, turned to the level of imformativeness. "A lot of.. crazy and bizarre things have happened, today alone, that including myself! And I want answers.. and I want them from you."

Bearing in mind the strange man could be concealing a gun in his coat with eagerness to use it from her demanding behaivour, she didn't back down from him.

Tag: Arclite, Nethrin

 

IC: Neal Robinson
Starbucks

Neal listened to the answering machine as he watched Chiaki. She and a stranger were now sitting down at their table and she seemed to be talking to him quickly.

"Hello Shane Corperation, thank you for calling, but I am currently in a meeting. Though if you are looking for one of the current openings that we have, please leave your name and a message with a reachable phone number, and I will get back to you as soon, as possible. If you are a bill collector, then check is in the mail. beep!"

"Hello, this is Neal Robinson. I'm not sure what kind of jobs you are offering but I am in need of a job at the moment. My old job just doesnt pay enough." Neal left his number and hung up.

He slid his phone into his pocket and continiued to watch Chiaki. After a few seconds he walked to the table and sat down in one of the free chairs. He smiled at the stranger politely and then looked back at Chiaki.

"Are you going to introdice me to your friend?" he asked.

TAG: PRFFM, Arclite, jedi_killeroak