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  1. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

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    [image=http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj145/Ruralpix/100_2371.jpg]

    Quarantined

    Two men garbed in military clothe face a city. It seems as if they could just walk a few steps and be in the city. But they can?t. The city was quarantined. Walls, see through walls, had been built around the place. In the city rested a thousand people, all of them separated from the military men looking in. They stood on a road, though on the other side there was a shattered car, followed by others. A man, arm broken backwards, was bent in the car, his head resting on the steering wheel.

    ?General. What happened over there?? the smaller, less built man looked at the other man. His face was distraught with curiosity and sadness.
    ?Kid, if we knew that, they wouldn?t be over there!? the taller, muscled man told the other one, looking inside. He was staring at the dead man, and all the terror over there.
    ?But the man, and the others?? the younger man looked at his feet, shuffling them around. It was so quiet, not a sound in the air.
    ?We?ll get them out, even if they?re dead!? the Army general hissed, and turning away, he left his spot. The younger man bowed to the ground and blew a kiss.
    Bless them, he thought, Bless them. Then he turned and walked to where his superior was, following him.

    [image=http://www.ehhs.cmich.edu/~wmerrill/nashville/empty_street.jpg]

    Behind the walls a young woman sat on the sidewalk, sobbing herself to sleep. The pain in her lungs was powerful, and the whispers to give up whispered in her mind. Her husband was in that car, was dead, and now she was the only one left from her family. The clogging of lungs had already begun, the first stage of the disease. She brushed her brown hair back from her eyes and finally stood. She noticed the army men, so she marched to her husband.

    ?Are you resting, honey? Dining with the lord? Do you want me to join you? I?ll try to wait, honey, but its catching up to me. Watch for me.? she whispered, brushing the tears from her dark eyes. She patted his head and started walking back to town. Back to the madhouse.

    ~The city of Summerton, Virginia has always been a peaceful town. No problems, no fights, no bad guys, no operations of illegal things. But on the night of August 17, 2010, something happened. That night the state police had come to arrest the Mayor. That night the first person got sick. That night they lifted the walls. That night the city turned against the government, trying to get out before the wall came over. That night?they didn?t get out. They were quarantined. ~

    ~Basic Information~

    A disease that developed from a coroner who was examining a dead body has spread across the small city of Summerton. The government, in a quick turn of events, quarantined them off by applying large glass wall to the sides of the city. They met at the top, and no one can break through. Shooting at it is like suicide, as it bounces back. As the city waits to die, some of the people are trying to get out. They are the ones who are barely infected at all. But some of the people have started to go crazy, or lose control of their body. The mayor and Co-Mayors are working with the police to control madness, but they aren?t helping.

    ~Stages of Disease~

    1st: Coughing, lungs fell heavy
    2nd: Lungs feel clogged, see multiple spots in vision for hours on end.
    3rd: Weak all over, feeling urge to die
    4th: Unable to control some actions, forget some memories
    5th: Lose all control of body

    ~Character Development~

    Seeing as this is a town with one thousand citizens, there happens to be room for everyone. The citizens have to have a reason to be in Summerton, whether they happen to be life-long citizens, visiting family, settling down, or just simply passing through. But each character must each have a small little secret to them, a memory from the past that simply won?t go away. And the ages vary. Five seems like the lowest age you co
     
  2. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Current NPC?s

    Name: Jameson Summers
    Age: 53
    Gender: Male
    Government Job: Mayor to Summerton
    Appearance:
    [image=http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a230/Cusacks/Forum/mayor.jpg]
    Personality: Very strong-willed, impatient, angry spells
    Short Biography: Jameson?s mother and father had lived in Summerton when they had their blooming child, so Jameson decided to stay. He graduated college, but didn?t waste his time adventuring the world. He mooched the current Mayor, causing him to become the next mayor when the former one had an 'accident'. Jameson married a beautiful model named Kerrie, her having just moved into town. They had a little boy, Jameson Junior and a little girl named Kerrie Jamie. When Kerrie grew sick, she started to mumble things about Jameson, so he decided to put a stop to that. He smothered her one night, the doctor saying medicine had caused her to die. As the Glass Walls came up over the town, the government was after him for many things. Those things were unknown to the town, until they were all trapped behind walls.

    Name: Rebecca Taylor
    Age: 31
    Gender: Female
    Government Job: Secret Service Agent
    Appearance:
    [image=http://www.photospin.com/content/photos/full/27_2567795.jpg]
    Personality: Very kind, loving, secretive
    Short Biography: Her history before arriving in Summerton is very vague. She just showed up, claiming to be a normal stay at home woman. She works as a cashier at Summers Grocery. Her secret life was that she was planted by the Secret Service to watch the city. People in the city were known to go down the wrong side of the road. Rebecca would monitor them, try to change them, and if that failed, they would be arrested. She was currently watching the mayor when the government betrayed her, locking her up.

    ~Others May Arrive Later~
     
  3. bundjakub23132

    bundjakub23132 Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Mar 7, 2010
    GM APPROVED

    -Name: Andrew "Drew" Weston
    -Age: 21
    -Gender: Male
    -Occupation: Professional Soccer Player
    -Appearance:[image=http://img.skysports.com/08/11/218x298/Fredrik-Stoor-Fulham-Squad-2008-_1538685.jpg]
    Drew is 1.84 meters tall and weighs 84 kilos, most of which is muscle. He has brown hair and blue eyes.
    -Personality: Drew is a kind, caring person, who always looks out for his friends. He would rather take full blame for something he had a small part in rather than see someone else, who had a larger role, get in trouble.
    -Biography: Drew lived a quiet life in Newark, NJ for most of his childhood. He always loved playing soccer, and was picked up by a small Japanese club from Nagoya when he was 18. There, playing for his club, he met Ren and Mizuki, and became fast friends. After making waves in the non-league tables, Drew and Ren were signed by J-1 side Tokyo Verdy. During the off-season, Drew and his friends were visiting his parents in a town near Summerton, and happened to be passing through when the quarantine began.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    -Name: Ren Abe
    -Age: 21
    -Gender: Male
    -Occupation: Professional Soccer Player
    -Appearance:[image=http://ws1.axseed.net/player/gifu/img/pho-kankazunori.jpg]
    Ren is 1.72 meters tall and weighs a little over 68 kilos. He has black hair and eyes.
    -Personality: Ren and Drew share the same personality traits, which is probably why they became such good friends.
    -Biography: Ren grew up in Nagoya, Japan, where he spent all his time playing soccer. He met Mizuki during grade school, and developed a small crush on her that he has maintained his whole life. After meeting Drew, the two struck up an on-field partnership that was unparalleled in the non-league table, and before he knew it Ren had been signed by Tokyo Verdy. He was taking his week off to go visit Drew's parents when he was caught in the quarantine.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    -Name: Mizuki Fukuda
    -Age: 20
    -Gender: Female
    -Occupation: Receptionist
    -Appearance:[image=http://blog.juno3.com/wp-content/images/galleries/gallery_8/stunning_japanese_girl.jpg]
    Mizuki is 1.63 meters tall and weighs 54 kilos. She has black hair dyed red, and black eyes.
    -Personality: Mizuki is quiet and shy, especially if she doesn't know you. She keeps to herself, and would rather be alone.
    -Biography: Mizuki also grew up in Nagoya, meeting Ren in grade school. She always knew of Ren's feelings for her, but she never felt the same way. When she met Drew, she immediately fell in love. She managed to keep Drew in the dark about it, and is waiting for the right time to tell him. When Drew and Ren were signed by Tokyo Verdy, Drew bought her an apartment in Tokyo and she got a job as a receptionist at a nearby office supply company. She was quarantined while passing through Summerton with Drew and Ren on the way to Drew's parents' house.
     
  4. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Name: Sheriff Jack Sebastian Shaw
    Age:
    46
    Gender: Male
    Occupation: Sherrif of Summerton, Virginia
    Appearance: [image=http://gregoryharrisonsite.com/galleries/5/in-uniform.jpg]
    Personality: A calm, controlled and reasonable man. Who can become uncompromising and dedicated to things, when he feels the need to do justice. Happy with his new life.
    Biography: Jack was born into a bad family somewhere in the Detroit region. A violent and mostly drunken father and a mother who left when he was seven, he had little chances in life. His good marks in school and his high IQ did not help him in any way. His home would ruin anything he did. That changed when his Uncle William "Willi" Shaw convinced his Dad to allow him to move to Boston with him. Willi was a guy to smart for a family like that, too. He had a small firm in Boston and no kids of his own. An early widower, he tried to make up to the boy, what his brother had ruined. And it worked pretty well. Jack went through school and university without much of an effort. Studied psychology and was already recruited for the FBI training facility in Quantico before he graduated. A hotshot in the Academy, he went through classes and soon became Agent in the prestigious New York bureau. He worked on Drug-trafficking, anti-terrorism and criminal organisation. And everywhere his successes were reasonable. Sometimes even outstanding.
    His career ended abrupt when he was shot in an attempted arrest of a Mafia killer. It had been his mistake. He had forgot to check the man´s boot. A beginner mistake. He admitted it and left the bureau. For some years he wandered from job to job, until he dropped into the small town of Somerton and met his future wife. Ally Johnson, later Ally Shaw was in love with him the first time she saw him. And so was he. He moved there, married her and his qualities were soon to great for a Deputy job. Nobody disagreed when the Sheriff passed the star on to Jack, when time for retirement had come. And since then he had been a Sheriff in small Summerton.

    [image=http://www.impactguns.com/store/media/smith_329pd.jpg] His Gun

    [image=http://policecarpics.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/orange236.jpg] His Car

    [image=http://i.onmeda.de/Aerztin_am_tisch.jpg] His Wife Dr. Ally Shaw

    (might pick Ally Shaw as a second char, later)
     
  5. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    GM Note

    To answer any questions, this is how the game will be laid out. In the start, which will be my next post, there will be a Prologue which lets the players detail their characters.

    Then, after about a week in real time, I will start the Chapter One. Hopefully we will have more players than three, but if we don?t, I will still go on.

    Any other questions, please PM me.

    Side note: Keep sending character sheets. And I have one dog in this so far, who hasn?t posted his character sheet yet. The dog is Sheriff Jack?s by the way.
     
  6. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    OOC: Let the game begin!

    Prologue - Before the Plague

    Adams Household, Summerton, VA
    August 14, 2010
    7:00 P.M.


    She at there. Her white hair was tied in a bun, but strings flew around her wrinkled face.

    Tears trickled down her face.

    [image=http://www.dovechristiancounseling.com/PhotoElderlyWomanStaringIntoSpace.jpg]

    The cops had arrived moments ago. They had already interrogated her son, but nothing had come up. She had already told them everything she knew. Her husband, Arthur Adams, had went hunting around lunch time. He had returned, got a snack, and then went back out. An hour later a hiker had found her husband in the field, his shotgun beside him. Twenty bullets had been fired in him.

    Deputy Marty Rivers looked at Sheriff Jack Sebastian Shaw and his dog, Alastor from over the hood of his car.

    [image=http://sheriff.snoco.org/Images/Deputy.jpg]

    ?Going out to check the body of Mr. Adams. You wanna come on out and help, or do you want to interrogate Mrs. Adams again? Your choice. We got troopers all around this place,? he asked Jack, then looked to his dog. Mysteriously, it had mind of its own.

    TAG: LordT, ThreadOfFate

    Hotel, Somewhere in New York
    August 14, 2010
    7:00 P.M.


    [image=http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/2b/47/e8/creepy-at-night.jpg]

    Ren Abe stumbled from his bed.

    ?Headin? to bathroom,? he mumbled, but with his fast, sharp language. He still had time to get used to the American language. Ren, Drew, and Mizuki had all flown in two days ago and had drove until they stopped at this hotel.

    As Ren stumbled to the bathroom, he saw it.

    Blood.

    TAG: bundjakub23132
     
  7. bundjakub23132

    bundjakub23132 Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Mar 7, 2010
    Ren Abe, Drew Weston, Mizuki Fukuda
    Hotel [Somewhere in NY]
    August 14, 2010
    7:00pm



    Ren froze in shock. He was tired, he tried to convince himself, and wasn't thinking clearly. Bending down, Ren dipped his fingers in the red liquid. He held them up to his eyes, and scrutinized them intensely. There was no mistaking it. Ren flushed white.

    "Chi achira okeru sono toire," he shouted, in Japanese, to Drew and Mizuki, "chi achira okeru sono toire!" He stood up straight and looked around frantically. "Drew, Mizuki! There's blood in the bathroom!"

    Drew lazily opened the door to his room. "What?" He stumbled out of his room and down towards where Ren was standing. "What do you mean blood?" Then he saw what Ren was shouting about. There was blood all over the bathroom floor, but it just looked like a puddle of water from a dripping faucet. There was no way to tell how it had gotten there or where the person who had been bleeding had gone.

    "What are you yelling about, Ren," Mizuki asked as she emerged from her room, rubbing her eyes. She looked into the bathroom, and turned a sickly green when she saw the pool of blood. Covering her mouth, she ran back to her room.

    "How could this have gotten here?" Drew asked.

    "I-" Ren stammered, "I don't know. But, I'm afraid now." He turned on the faucet and washed his hands clean.

    "It's probably nothing," Drew said, turning to stumble back to his room. Suddenly, he was spun around fiercely and Ren was in his face.

    "Nothing? NOTHING!" Ren shouted. Drew tried to turn away, but Ren grabbed his face and forced his friend to meet his gaze. "That's blood on the floor, you moron. That's not nothing!"

    A door down the hallway opened, and an American businessman poked his head out of it.

    "Yo!" he yelled in English, "Can you keep it down? You aren't the only ones on that flight from Tokyo with jet lag!"

    "Sorry, bro," Drew called back as the man returned to his bed. Drew then returned his attention to Ren. "Listen," he said, returning to Japanese, "there's no body there, and there's no trail of blood leading somewhere else." Ren looked at the pool, and saw Drew was right. "Just leave it until tomorrow."

    Ren nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said slowly, "you're right. Until tomorrow." He and Drew walked back to their rooms, and soon both were asleep.


    TAG: spycoder9


    OOC: Sorry if my Japanese romaji isn't perfect, I don't know any Japanese at all. [face_whistling]
     
  8. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Jack Shaw
    Adams Household, Summerton


    A guy shot was one thing. A guy shot twenty times was a whole different thing to begin with. Only two ways to do it, he knew that. Shoot him with an automatic weapon on close range or reload. And who did reload after having shot a magazine into somebody. "Looks like we are looking for a monster here, hm? What do you say Alastor?" His dog was often the more clever partner for conversation than his Deputies. the boys were alright. But they were folks from around here. Like Marty Rivers.

    ?Going out to check the body of Mr. Adams. You wanna come on out and help, or do you want to interrogate Mrs. Adams again? Your choice. We got troopers all around this place,? Marty asked. And Jack had to press his eyes together to filter the bright sun of this morning. somewhere his sunglasses had to be. "Need to see that body, first. And the troopers shall go looking for anything. But let two of them get Mrs. Adams to my office." He said. Twenty shots. An act of someone blood thirsty. Maybe passion. Dammit I know these people. But that did not matter. What you know about a case is what you can file under evidence. That was what they taught you at Quantico. A good feel for a case was never a bad idea. But it did not equal facts. And facts were with his body. "And just in case, I want all guns in that house secured. Also look into his garage. And try to get a hold on the other family members, Marty. I want statements from everyone." This was a murder investigation. 92 percent of all murderers were found sitting next to their victims. The other eight were usually the tricky ones.
    "Enemies, friends, who he owed, who owed him, who he loved, hated. Affairs. Flirts. Everything, you hear? Don´t make this an old buddies thing. Don´t make it a family and friends chat. Someone shot poor old Arthur. We´re gonna dig and we´re gonna dig like goddammit pros." He snipped his fingers and pointed at Marty with the same gesture. "Briefing at 1200 for everybody in my office. Take care of it and then we meet at the coroner."

    He had questions to answer. Caliber. Distance when shot. A lot of questions. He had taken one of the shells from the crime scene with him. When he sat into his car he allowed his dog to go to the second seat. "So, Alastor. What do you say. Does this looks like a shell from an automatic weapon to you?" Pressing air through his teeth he cheked the caliber and then started his car. "Or did that killer reload? Two mags, perhaps? Like a .45 Colt? Two times ten shots, maybe?" He turned the shell in his hands. "Poor Mrs. Adams."

    Poor Mrs. Adams was a suspect now. as was her son. And a victim. It was messed up. urder always was. Watching Marty through the rear-view mirror and checking if he forwarded his orders he began driving. To the Coroner.

    "Ally´s gonna hate this. Every bit of it." He told Alastor. "You know that, do you?"

    Tag: ThreadofFate, Spy
     
  9. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    OOC: Wow! Quick posts! I will wait on ThreadofFate to post, so an update will come tomorrow some time. And I must add those are awesome posts! And Bund, I know no Japanese either.
     
  10. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Prologue - Before the Plague

    Hotel, Somewhere in New York
    August 14, 2010
    7:00 P.M.


    He stood outside their door.

    The bag was in his hands.

    Opening the door slowly, he crept in.

    One man, the man he had tracked, twisted in bed.

    Opening the door to the bathroom, he laid the bag in the bathtub.

    He unzipped it.

    Closing the door behind himself, the man slipped away.

    Ren Abe, already suspicious, opened his eyes, awakened by the final noise.

    He walked into the bathroom to see it.

    The elderly woman was sprawled out, dried blood on her chest, mouth opened in a scream, which would forever more be stuck on her face.

    TAG: Bund

    Coronor?s Office, Summerton, VA
    August, 14, 2010
    7:00 A.M.


    Cornor Kenneth Derek had just put the white gloves on when Sheriff Jack walked in. He knew he was here for the body, so Kenneth decided he would tell him what he could see from the wounds. ?Sheriff, I personally had a hard time facing this body. We were friends in high school. But I still had to check him,? he said.

    Pointing to the wound in his upper chest, he said, ?From the wound here, it shows someone shot him from behind. The blow must have missed his spine, how, I do not know. It curved up and struck his heart. Repeatedly. When he collapsed, I am guessing the murderer was deranged. Only one shot would have killed the man. But ten shots repeatedly hit him. Because the second spots are farther down, and struck him lower. Ten shots in each area. What do you suspect, Sheriff?? Kenneth asked, folding his arms.

    TAG: LordT, Thread

    OOC: Still waiting on ThreadofFate...
     
  11. bundjakub23132

    bundjakub23132 Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Mar 7, 2010
    IC: Ren Abe, Drew Weston, Mizuki Fukuda
    Hotel [Somewhere in NY]
    August 14th, 2010
    7:00 pm


    Ren froze again in terror. Drew was wrong. This was not nothing. Ren sprinted away from the body, and ran to Drew's door. He raised his fist, and began banging furiously. "Drew! Drew!"

    "Whazzgoinon," came the reply from within.

    Ren clenched his teeth. "You moron!" He stepped back from the door and shut his eyes.

    He was back in Nagoya, playing for his old club. He had just run into the penalty box, and his old teammate was bursting up the wing with the ball. Seeing Drew enter the box as well, he called out, "Drew, go front!" Drew immediately changed his run and drifted off to the front post. Ren slipped past the enormous center-half that had been charged with marking him with a bit of pace, and saw the ball being floated into the area. "Ren, flick on!" Drew called, and out-jumped his defender, using his head to caress the ball past the hapless marker and towards an awaiting Ren. Seizing his chance, Ren adjusted his body and leaped into the air, readying for a side-volley...

    Ren felt the pressure as his foot connected with the wooden door. He was parallel to the ground, kicking in a door. I'm crazy, he thought as the door snapped in two.

    Drew was immediately awake. "Ren! What are you doing?"

    "Come and see this!" Ren grabbed Drew and dragged him into the bathroom. Once Drew saw the body, he almost fainted.

    "What the," he said. This was believable. The businessman who had chastised them earlier had been awakened by the breaking door, and had wandered down the hallway.

    "What's going on now," he asked. Then he saw the body. He screamed.

    --------------------------------------------

    Three hours later, the last of the police had left. Mizuki had been woken up and questioned, so the three were standing in the hotel hallway.

    "Get your things," Drew said, "we're finding a new hotel."

    Ren and Mizuki nodded. They returned to their rooms, and soon all three were in a cab, heading across town.

    TAG: spycoder9
     
  12. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Prologue - Before the Plague

    New York City
    August 14, 2010
    7:30 P.M.


    He watched.

    He smiled.

    His plan knocked them down like dominoes.

    He laughed slowly, then louder.

    One man leaned his head out his door to shush him.

    Reaching his gloved hand out, he squeezed his neck tightly.

    A small shriek, a toss out the window, and a running away.

    All the ingredients for a perfect murder.


    He would find them.

    Then they would die.


    Ending of Prologue for Bundjakub23132
     
  13. ThreadOfFate

    ThreadOfFate Jedi Youngling

    Registered:
    Dec 26, 2009
    Name: Alastor

    Age: Four

    Gender: Male

    Occupation: Police Dog

    Appearance: Alastor

    Personality:
    Alastor strikes fear into the hearts of others just by the look of him. He is strong, powerful, muscular, and does not give off the appearance of being such a nice brute. While he is not always aggressive, Alastor is protective of his possessions and loved ones, if he can get past his slightly cruel nature to love someone straight forward. At times, he can be cold hearted and is often distant. If matters do not concern him, rarely will he stick his nose in a place where it doesn?t belong. Viewed as a day dreamer, Alastor is a thinker who observes his surroundings before jumping into something; thus making him hardly ever brash or rash acting. Taught at an early age to submit to the leader, the brute will tuck his tail if he deems the dog a leader. Otherwise, Alastor will stand up and possibly challenge the other.

    Biography:
    Alastor?s origin beings in Germany, unlike many German Shepherd dogs located in America. He was born into a line of pure bred Germans Shepherds who were used by the German military. The tan and black brute was born into a litter of six pups, Alastor being the third born. He was not the strongest of the litter, but could be considered the second strongest. After birth, he suffered from no abnormalities or health defects unlike one sibling, which was rare for the line. The first few months of his life are uneventful. He was well taken care of, socialized, trained, and educated in the basics. When he reached his first year in the world, men from the military came by to take a look at his litter like they did every other litter that was birth at the compound.

    Checking each pup thoroughly, the men soon picked out four of the six puppies in Alastor?s litter; Alastor was included. Taken from the one compound, the pups were shipped to a hard core training facility where their training and education went beyond the basics. Far beyond. There, Alastor and his litter mate learned about their strength, how to use it properly, when to use it, in what situations was it best to use, etc. etc. Once the growing pups had their strength under control, it was time to work on their obedience.

    Taking it steps further, they learned signals and commands from their human masters who they obeyed or else they suffered a not so nice punishment. While the men were brutal towards their dogs, there was always a sense of camaraderie there that formed between man and beast as the time slipped by and they worked more and more together. By the age of two, Alastor had learned about strength, anger, fear, and other such things. Now he was to learn to sniff out certain drugs and bombs. It would appear his training was sending him towards a drug and bomb career where he would detect explosives and/or drugs.

    Mastering in this skill, Alastor soon became one of the top dogs in his field and was well known. At the age of three, the German shepherd and his master human set out to really put their training to the test. Taken to an area where explosives were suspected of being hidden, in a school that was under a threat, Alastor successfully found the bomb in time before any harm was done. While on another mission, the night became stormy and horrible conditions to work it. A snow storm, like one Germany has not seen in many, many years, hit the area. At some point during his work, Alastor was separated from his human counterpart and forced to find shelter in a dark alley way.

    Alastor woke up in the pound the next day. There he was bought by a traveler, who liked the company of a dog while he walked the streets of whereever he wound up. The man flew to Virginia a few days later, then drove to remote town There they spent a few days visiting family. Alastor was wondering around the area, when an elderly woman reported a vicious dog walking on her property. Alastor was no vicious
     
  14. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    ooc: Just a short one. I´ll be busy over the next days and week but I´ll try to update as much as I can.

    Sheriff Jack Shaw
    Coroner

    It was unusual to take your dog with you to the Coroner. But Jack knew alastor could behave. "Good boy. Yeah, good Alastor. We´re gonna get that bad guy, will we?" He carassed his fur of his dog, when Ken came out of the door that lead to the bodies. He nodded and Jack followed him in. ?Sheriff, I personally had a hard time facing this body. We were friends in high school. But I still had to check him,? He explained, while he put his gloves of. Jack nodded. "I know. But we need to do this, Coroner. For him. And for the other people out there. They are frightened. So let´s give them back their safety and get the bastard who did this, okay?"


    They began with a wound on the upper chest. In his time with the drug-division he had seen worse. But Jack had to admit in his time in Somerton, he had seen nothing quite like it. He sighed tensed and sad and nooded. "What do you got?"

    ?From the wound here, it shows someone shot him from behind. The blow must have missed his spine, how, I do not know. It curved up and struck his heart. Repeatedly. When he collapsed, I am guessing the murderer was deranged. Only one shot would have killed the man." Jack looked up at the Doctor. Missed the spine. Shot into the heart repeatedly? That made no sense. "But ten shots repeatedly hit him. Because the second spots are farther down, and struck him lower. Ten shots in each area. What do you suspect, Sheriff?? Jack looked down at the corpse. "Whoever did this, used a hunting rifle. We found .17 hms catridges. Small caliber. Rimfire. Usually that means fire and reload. Fire and reload. And once the rifle is empty, at least one more. Whoever did this, di so with a passion. And he took time. That means he was ready to risk being heard or spotted. I think it needed at least two minutes. It´s laso not a good weapon to kill people from close distance, but seeing how accurate they hit the mark . . . that´s what the murderer did. So, we are looking for someone who has no pistol. And no big gun. Or he wouldn´t have used that one." Jack sighed. "Well, maybe he was not sure he could get close. Anyway, it was a passionate kill. Someone was mad at the poor guy. Ambushed him. Shot. Again and again. So, we´re looking for a person who was mad at him." Jack folded his arms. "You knew him. Any family problems? Don´t make it any prettier than it was. I need the truth. Anybody he got into trouble with?" The Coroner had no reason to lie. The widow probably had.

    Small caliber rifle. The boy could have one. It was a classical "first rifle" that was commonly used. The thought terrified Jack. Not the boy.

    Jack had a closer look at the body. "How far do you actually think the murderer was when he shot? any signs of burn at the shots?" The fire from the shot would burn the wound usually. Jack hated to know that. He remembered his first murdered CI. Shot in the head from close distance. A round burned ring around the entrypoint. "Why the lower shots?" He asked then. More to himself.

    He had already asked his men if a gun of that caliber was registered to anyone in that family. If that did not help, he would check every gun in town. Every single one of them.

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  15. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Prologue - Before the Plague

    Coroner?s Office, Summerton, VA
    August 14, 2010
    7:15


    ?I don?t gossip.?

    ?That happens to be my wife?s and every woman on the planet?s job. But dealing with a murder is very important. And I did see something.?

    ?I was over at their house yesterday morning, coming to drop off some newspapers. I saw the son practicing in the back with his gun. Pamela was screaming at Arthur, and I assumed it was a normal, husband-wife argument. But she threatened him with a gun. I just left. Sorry I didn?t report it the cops, but it didn?t seem too important. Not until now. If I had known-?

    The coroner turned from them, tears trailing down his face.

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    OOC: We have another addition. CPL_Macja has joined the crew!
     
  16. CPL_Macja

    CPL_Macja Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Nov 29, 2008
    !!GM APPROVED!!

    Name: SSG Shepherd, William Nathaniel
    Age: 31
    Gender: Male
    Occupation: US Army Military Police
    Appearance:
    [image=http://iraqwarnews.net/uploaded_images/6-5-07a-740986.jpg]
    Personality: Exact, Caring, Tight lipped
    Biography: Will is a Summerton native son. He was born, raised and educated in the small town. Instead of fulfilling his father?s plans for him to go to his former school, Will opted to enlist in the Army. He has been away from home since he graduated high school and his fiancé?s mysterious disappearance. Will had been secretly seeing a girl from the rival high school since the summer before their junior years. He proposed to her the night before their graduation days and they planned to marry after he finished his OSUT (One Station Unit Training) at Ft. Leonard Wood, MO. He was scheduled to leave Summerton the day after graduation and she was going to see him off, but she never showed up. Now Will has returned, after being away for 13 years, for his father?s funeral and is trapped with the rest of the residents.


    Name: CPL Lucas
    Age: 5
    Gender: Neuter
    Occupation: US Army Military Police
    Appearance:
    [image=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/26/YellowLabradorLooking_new.jpg]
    Personality: Loyal to a fault
    Biography: Lucas is SSG Shepherd?s partner, his companion, and his working dog. They have been partnered together since Shepherd?s last working dog was killed by an IED.


     
  17. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Prologue - Before the Plague

    Years ago?

    [image=http://hairstylessalon.com/images/2009/09/hair-highlights-for-dark-brown-hair.jpg]

    He loved her. She was going to get married. The small giggles coming from her lips showed her excitement. But she knew he was still around. Him. She had never told William, never admitted the fact that she had been attacked, abused, and injured years ago by a man in rage. He had never been caught. But he still was out there.

    The note.

    Blood on the corner, warning her that her mother would die if she didn?t go with him. She was finally fleeing town. But she couldn?t tell William. She couldn?t tell him anything.

    Then the car from nowhere.

    Her mother, running on the road.

    The thud.

    And the man with the black gloves over her mouth, dragging her from her car and into the darkness.


    Present Day

    ?Honey! Oh god, my son!? Eliza Shepard screamed into her cell phone. He husband was stretched out on the floor, banging his head on the tile. He was under going a seizure and a heart attack. She dropped the cell phone.

    The men involved with the hospital arrived. They delivered Mr. Shepard to the hospital at exactly 8:00 A.M. August 14, 2010. At 8:03, the man suffered a mass loss of struggle and collapsed. He was dead at 8:04.

    The son had gotten the call. And was driving home now, having been allowed to leave.

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  18. CPL_Macja

    CPL_Macja Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Nov 29, 2008
    Name: SSG Will Shepherd
    The Shepherd Family Home


    It had been less then an hour since the last of the well wishers had left the Shepherd's home. Will's aunt and his mother were down stairs cleaning up after everyone. Will had wanted to help out, but his mother insisted that he go up to his room and lay down for awhile. Will had not slept in a bed since arriving in Summerton, he hadn't even stepped into his room until now. He showed up, still in his uniform, in the middle of the night. The house was empty because his mom was staying with her sister-in-law, who was helping her clean right now.

    Walking though the door was like stepping back in time, it looked the exact same as it had 13 years ago. He opened up his dufflebag and grabbed out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Settling down in his grandfather's old Lazy-boy, Will gazed at all of the walls of his old room. As he looked around at all of his memoribilia hanging on his walls it reminded him of the last conversation that him and his father ever had.

    His father confronted him one last time about enlisting in the Army. He was trying to convince him to not leave. This angered Will to the point where he snuck out of the house to see his girl one last time. He picked her up on the corner that was down from her house. They drove out to the popular make-out spot that overlooked the nearby lake. They spent several hours together before he dropped her off at her parents house. Never did he realize that within a matter of a few hours he would be spending the last moments with two of the three most loved individuals in his life.

    [image=http://www.treehugger.com/yooxygen-angela-lindvall.jpg] [image=http://www.julieharrisphotography.com/people/family/photos/mom-dad.jpg]


    There sitting on the shelf directly across from him were pictures of both of them. Just viewing them caused Will to break down.

    [image=http://www.deathcare.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/guy_grieving_sm.jpg]

    Name: CPL Lucas
    Since he and SSG Shepherd had arrived at the sergeants home, Lucas had been in the fenced in back yard. He wasn't quite sure about what was going on, all he knew was that he had observed several humans entering and departing in emotional states. As much as he would like to go in and comfort his partner, his standing orders were to remain in the yard. The junior non-comm took it upon himself to inspect the parimeter at regular intervals to ensure that the Shepherds were safe from harm during this time.

    This time there was a different scent when he inspected the south-west corner of the yard and it reminded him of being on a mission.

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  19. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    ooc: I moved it all a bit forward here. Hope that´s okay.

    Jack Shaw
    Coroner, later in the office

    Jack nodded. So far there had been no signs of any other suspect and it clearly was a muder ou of passion. It was a fateful thing the Coroner had been present, but he had guessed it was the way to push it into, anyway. He took his mobile out and gave Marty a call. "Hey Marty. On your way to the Coroner? Yeha, not much to see here. Get back to the office and sperate Mrs. Adams and her son into two rooms. I´ll be there in a minute. And I want you to take Alastor and search the house and woods nearby for a weapon. It´s not smart to keep it nearby like that. But you know what? think this murderer was not about smart. He had other motives." He turned to Ken. "Thanks Coroner. You helped a lot. And it´s not gossip. not if one of the peopel is dead. It´called a lead then. Please. No word to anybody. I mean it. Will be hard enough for the family. You know. without people knowing." He turned and left. No need to tell the man how to do his job. He might not have been a toxicologist with a PhD from Quantico, but the Coroner knew how to do an authopsy. And he would not let him down.

    The case was probably solved somewhere lese, now. Outside he stroked Alaston once again. "Hey big boy. Going on a hunt with Marty. You know." he allowed the dog to smell at one of the .17 caliber shells. "Can you find me the gun? Hm? Can you find me the weapon?" He asked. "Sure you can. Marty won´t. So you need to find it, yes?" And with that he stood up and wiated for Marty.

    Once they were on their way he drove to the office. The gun was the boys. He was pretty sure of that. He asked his secretary for their registry. If a rifle like that was licened to the Adams. Then he sipped his coffee and prepared. The woman had threatened her husband. But not with a rilfe. And she was angry. She could have shot him there. No. The ifght between them had ended. And Arthur had left. And someone had followed him. Shot him in the back and then shot and reloaded for several moments. Anger? No, there was another feeling making you able to do that. Fear. The murderer could have been afraid of the man. He had avoided looking him into the eyes. He had followed him. after the fight. Like a hunter. Had Arthur taught his boy hunting? Of course. The boy had practiced. So he had a gun. Had bullets. Saw his dad leave. Jack wanted to throw up, so much sense it made. It could still have been the mother, but it became more unlikely. She would have taken a wqeapon that looked more dangerous. More aggresssive. Not the smallest weapon in the house. She would not have faced him, when he was weaponed. And she would have confessed. It was so baly hidden, a mature woman would have known that checking their hands and clothes for rmeains of blackpowder would reveal the murderer. Footprint at the crime scene. It had not bee planned.

    For God´s sake, what happened there!

    Shot from behind. He killed the coffee with one deep swallow and entered the interrogation room with the mother. He looked serious and had made sure they were alone.

    "Janice." He said and sat down opposite of her. He nodded. "I know what happened. I think I know." He stayed silent. Looked up to her. Then back to the table. Then he leaned forward and deactivated the recording. He activated his own in his pocket with the other hand. That was why they called him the magician back in the bureau. Catching their attention on one side. Peforming the trick on the other.
    "Tell me what he did, that he had to die. Tell me why Arthur had to end like this. Janice. I can´t help you. I can´t help any of you two. Especially not your son. If you don´t tell me the truth. Tell me. And I´ll do what I can. WHAT I can. I promise. If I have to find out myself . . . Janice, they´ll send in guys from the city. It won´t make things easier." He said and his sympathy in his face was truthful. As was the offer to help. But he had not yet implied who was his suspect. He wanted her to say it.

    And just in case, th
     
  20. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Prologue - Before the Plague

    Police Headquarters
    August 14, 2010
    8:00 A.M.


    Janice sat there, rubbing her fingers. By the tears streaking down her face, you could tell she was an emotional wreck. ?You think you know what happened? You could never know?? she leaned back against her seat, quivering slightly, ?How do you think I felt when Arthur would bring home other women. In front of me. How about my son? He asked his dad to take him hunting that morning. And damn well he did. The first time since the kid was born. And now he is dead-?

    Turning her head to the Sheriff?s Janice finally reached the truth.

    ?No! Not my son! He is my child! He would never shoot his father!? Janice screeched. She tried to attack the Sheriff, but Deputy Rivers held her back. He tugged her away, but the truth was in. The thirteen year old son had killed his father. Not because of an accident.

    TAG: LordT, ToF

    Shepard Household
    August 14, 2010
    1:00 P.M.


    Eliza Shepard had walked up the steps of her Victorian home, the wooden steps, to her son?s bedroom. Tears were still in her eyes, but she would hold them back. She was a strong woman, and would respect her husband?s memory.

    ?Oh, sweetie,? she whispered as she walked into his bedroom. She saw the pictures. The tears came and went. At least she still had her son. She collapsed on his bed, sobbing quietly. She had finally felt the full pain.

    TAG: CPL

    OOC: Chapter One is coming around the corner. Enjoying the posts!
     
  21. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Jack Shaw
    Police Station


    Jack nodded and leaned back. "I see." He said and sighed. A heavy sigh. To release the great pain all this caused. He stood up and went out, before she got any more angry. Outside he took out his mobile and called his wife. "Hey." He said and looked up at the boy in the neighbouring interrogation room. "No, no I am fine. Just wnated to hear you voice. You heard . . ." "Guessed so. No, we got it. We got it. Doesn´t make it any easier, though." "Yes. I would like that." He had to smile. "That to." And he had laugh a bit. "Definitively that!" And then he saw his colleagues come out. "Gotta go. Love you." And without a word he entered the interrogation room with the boy.

    He stood there, gave him a long hard look. "We know." He said and sat down. "You want a lawyer, boy? I can call old Max. He is a good one." Looking at the boys hands he smiled. "Or you can just tell me the whole story and I´ll do my best to make the judge see your side." With a sigh he put one the record. "This is Sheriff Jack Shaw. I interrogate the main suspect in the murder case of Arthur Adams. His son. He has been informed of his right to have a lawyer present."

    And with a nod to the boy he leaned back. "Whenever you´re ready. Tell me what happened."

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  22. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Prologue - Before the Plague
    Final Post


    Police Headquarters, Summerton, Virginia
    August 14, 2010
    8:00 A.M.


    The son faced the sheriff. His eyes now were filled with mischief and fear. But mostly anger. His face was filled with malice, his brown eyes darkened around them. He looked downward again, at the cold slab of a table. Then he looked up at the Sheriff, a smile on his lips. His lips were white, pale white, and his eyes were filled with evil humor now. ?You think I killed him? Maybe I was the one with weapon, I was the one who confronted my devil of a father, but let me tell you one thing!? the son shouted at Jack.

    ?I was NOT the one who pulled the trigger. And you will know in days what I talk about,? the boy then collapsed over the table. He was dead.

    TAG: None

    OOC: And with that, the prologue has finished. CPL didn?t really have to reply, so chapter one may begin tomorrow or Thursday. Thanks!
     
  23. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Chapter One - The Walls are coming up?

    Adams House, Summerton, VA
    August 14. 2010
    5:00 P.M.


    [image=http://photos.pixyblog.com/ning/gen/800/001-067396.jpg]

    The road was empty. Depressing and dark, as storm clouds loomed ahead.

    [image=http://www.buydieseltruck.com/images/banner-diesel-truck-inventory.jpg]

    Except for a truck, black and sparkling. Leaning from the window, Ren Abe looked around. The right they had taken two miles back had not been the right road. This road seemed to end at a empty house at the end of the road.

    [image=http://stevenbush.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/house.jpg]

    ?Hey guys, whose house is this?? Ren asked his buddies, Drew and Mizuki. Weeds grew around the house, which had shattered windows. And yet one old woman rocked in her rocking chair on the porch. Rocked. Slowly. Back and forth, causing a creaking noise from the old chair she rested in. The day had come. She coughed in her sleeve, blood splattering it.

    As the truck stopped at the house, Abe jumped out. He hoped the others were following.

    The old woman rose from her chair, her blood stained sleeve creepy. Her hair was a mess, her eyes wild. Anyone with a mind could tell she was crazy, but Ren wasn?t used to crazy Americans, so he paid no attention.

    ?Who are you?? the woman snarled, her voice scratchy and deep.

    TAG: Bund

    Outside of Summerton City Hall, Summerton, VA
    August 17, 2010
    5:00 P.M.


    Deputy Marty Rivers was the first police officer at City Hall.

    He had been called out by one young woman to report a shooting. Strange things had been happening. First the young man had went crazy and murdered those two women. Then the Adams woman had called 911 then said she was sorry and cut the phone off. Now this.

    Marty came from his car to see mass chaos happening around him. The young woman who might have reported this was crying off to the side. Stepping from the car, he saw the man with the gun on the ground, one man holding him down. Marty snapped the shooter up, locking cuffs on his quickly.

    Pulling up next was Sheriff Jack Sebastian Shaw and his dog, Alastor. Marty sent a radio call to every cop in transmission to the get down there. He looked to Jack. ?Help the girl over there. Green top, silver watch, crying her eyes out,? Marty shouted at Jack over the chaos, ?Also, get the dog to sniff the area out. Supposed to be a gun somewhere around here.?

    [image=http://www.crabrevenge.com/crying_woman.jpg]

    Marty shoved the man in his police car. ?You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you!? Marty told the man, noticing his appearance. Looked just like man at the park. Wild and angry.

    TAG: LordT, Thread

    Summerton Grocery, Summerton, Virginia
    August 17, 2010
    5:00 P.M.


    Rebecca Taylor stood at the counter where she always stood. A young man wandered around the store, looking at things on the shelves. In his eyes Rebecca could see depression. Sadness. On the other side of the store stood a man who kept looking up. Rebecca had seen his type many times before.

    He had a gun concealed in his right pocket.

    Rebecca cautiously reached for her own gun under the counter.?

    She hoped the man would get out.

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  24. bundjakub23132

    bundjakub23132 Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Mar 7, 2010
    IC: Drew Weston, Ren Abe, Mizuki Fukuda
    Adams' House; Summerton, VA
    August 14, 2010
    5:00pm


    The road was empty. Depressing and dark, as storm clouds loomed ahead. Except for a truck, black and sparkling. Leaning from the window, Ren looked around. As he saw another pothole that the truck took gracefully, Ren had to admit he was impressed with the American vehicle. Aside from passenger space (Do all American cars lack a back seat?), Ren was beginning to like the rugged Silverado.

    The right they had taken two miles back had not been the right road. This road seemed to end at a empty house at the end of the road.

    ?Hey guys, whose house is this?? Ren asked Drew, "I thought we were going to your parent's."

    "I dunno where we are, man," Drew responded, "all I know is we're nowhere near where we're supposed to be."

    "Well, wherever we are, Drew, I don't like it," said Mizuki, grabbing Drew's arm tightly. Ren suppressed a small twang of jealousy.

    The truck rambled closer to the building at the end of the road. Weeds grew around the house, which had shattered windows. And yet one old woman rocked in her rocking chair on the porch. Rocked. Slowly. Back and forth, causing a creaking noise from the old chair she rested in. The day had come. She coughed in her sleeve, blood splattering it.

    "Gross," Drew said disgustedly as he slowed the truck to a stop and wrestled the gear into "Park." Ren jumped out of the truck eagerly, and Drew unbuckled slowly. He didn't like the looks of this.

    The old woman rose from her chair, her blood stained sleeve creepy. Her hair was a mess, her eyes wild. Any American with common sense could tell she was crazy, but Ren had never seen a crazy American before, so he began to approach the porch.

    ?Who are you?? the woman snarled, her voice scratchy and deep. She slowly reached behind her back. Drew leaped out of the truck and started walking briskly over to Ren.

    "Hello, ma'am. How are you this afternoon," Ren said in broken English, "I am Ren. Can you tell me where I am?"

    "Why do yuh need ter know?" The woman glared at Ren suspiciously.

    "We are lost," Ren continued, "and we need to get to a different place."

    "Y'all ain't goin' noplace, sonny."

    Ren was confused. He hadn't understood any part of that sentence. "Can you tell me where I am?" he asked again.

    "Y'all 'r in the most lethal place in th' whole US-of-A," the woman cackled, "Y'all ain't goin' ter git whare ye'r goin' ter anytime soon."

    Ren was very confused. What was she saying? Drew, however, understood every word.

    "Sorry, ma'am," he said as he grabbed Ren's shoulder, "my friend here didn't mean to bother you. We'll just get out of your way." He smiled quickly and turned to lead Ren away.

    "What was she saying?" Ren asked.

    "She's crazy, Ren," Drew said, "it was just psycho-babble."

    "What did y'all say?" the woman shouted.

    Drew turned around. "Nothing, ma'am," he said.

    "Y'all ain't speakin' th' King's English." Her beady, hollow eyes darted between Ren and Drew. "Y'all 'r spies! Y'all've come ter take me away!" From behind her back she produced an enormous double-barrel shotgun.

    "RUN!" Ren understood his friend's command immediately. The two turned tail and booked it back to the truck, the ground they had occupied seconds ago exploding in a spray of buckshot. Ren and Drew leaped back into the truck, and Drew floored the pedal. As the noise from the shotgun blast began to die in the wind, the Silverado flew back up the dirt road and onto the tarmac of the main road.

    "That was unbelievable," Ren said. Drew did not respond. All was silent as the truck made it's way back to the highway connector. Still moving at a clip, Drew piloted the vehicle towards the highway.

    Suddenly, the truck smashed into an unseen barrier. Drew, Mizuki, and Ren were thrown violently into the dashboard. As Drew slipped into unconsciousness, he saw the road he had just come from, less than ten meters away. We will be found,
     
  25. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Out of Character Post:

    Note: Bund, I never gave permission for a ?magical wall? to stop them. While plans are coming, I wish to take that part out. I don?t mean to be rude. So, where this post is from is when they jump in the truck. Also, your choice on whether Mizuki avoids it or not. Also, let me note this. This woman will be hard to kill.

    Chapter One - The Walls are coming up. . .

    Adams Household, Summerton, VA
    August 17, 2010
    5:00 P.M.


    The Adams woman followed them to their truck. For her age, she was faster than the three of them. In the past four days she had lost her husband and her only child. And had contracted some disease. As Mizuki leaped into the car, the last person in, the woman snatched her leg. Yanking her from the truck, she stood over her. A gun had somehow gotten into her hands.

    ?You killed my family. You did, b***h!? the woman screeched, and pulled the trigger.

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