Drama Darker Tides ~ A Soap Opera

Olivia's House


?It?s about your home.?

He looked around at the place.

?You have been living here. . .how long exactly?? He shrugged his shoulders. ?Never mind. Never ask a woman her age. . .?

?Anyway, my father plans on constructing a second office building here, and. . .well. . .your house lies in our path.?

He looked down at the dog.

?Now, I know, I know. You love this house, no doubt. But, if you let me come inside, I can show you exactly what the deal pertains to.?

He smiled, that same, smooth smile his father was known for.


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Olivia Madders
Olivia's House

"It?s about your home." The young man responded. As he did, Olivia saw the red candle's flame began to glow with a reddish hue. She eyed the young man intently as he looked around at the place.

"You have been living here. . .how long exactly?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Never mind. Never ask a woman her age. . ."

Luckily, she was a woman of proper upbringing, or she would have slapped him, right there in her yard. Her arms crossed in front of her body, and Rufus moved his head under her arms.

James Sylvester continued speaking, not noticing anything. "Anyway, my father plans on constructing a second office building here, and. . .well. . .your house lies in our path."

He looked down at the dog. Rufus licked his lips. It was probably a good idea he did NOT know what the dog was thinking.

"Now, I know, I know. You love this house, no doubt. But, if you let me come inside, I can show you exactly what the deal pertains to." He smiled.

Olivia didnt.

She drew in a deep long breath, and gently exhaled. 'Lord, help me.' she thought to herself, before she began to speak in a measured tone.

"Young man. This house, my home, is older than YOU are. And my family has been here long than you Sylvester's, or that blasted other fool with the Casper's. You cant offer me no deal, because this house, nor myself is for sale. And this house is historic. And protected...in more ways than you can ever imagine."

Olivia drew herself up, drawing on her own proud heritage. "My family was here long before the BOTH of you. We are part of the town, unlike YOU. So take your pretty papers back to your daddy, and tell old Nigel that he can take his blasted office building and stick it... "

Olivia paused, regaining her composure. She was a lady after all.

".. and stick it downtown with the REST of the business offices. He aint touching a lick of my land. None of 'em." She uncrossed both arms, and Rufus quickly came to attention, standing next to her, his deep growl returning. The second red candle was now responding, the same as the first one.

Olivia then smiled. "So, I think its time for you to leave now, young man. Before Rufus here, decided that you would make a fine and dandy replacement for his chew toy." Rufus barked in agreement.

She smiled brightly at James Sylvester. The boy had enough trouble on him, she was not about to put anything else on him. But his DAD... Olivia pushed the thought away. It was things like that, that got the spirits all out of sorts, and then send the bad things your way. He was a simple annoyance. She gestured back out towards the roadway.

"Now, be careful out there. This storm is going to be a mite powerful one. Good Day." she offered, letting him know that this discussion was quite over. She planted herself on her garden path, her eyes shiny and bright as she stared him down.


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IC: Kareen Gillis
Riverview Streets

The roadblocks had not been fun. They were met with opposition at the first. An elderly couple, along with their son and grandson, came along. Angered at the roadblock, they found themselves unable to go out and eat. The son got out of the car and approached Robert and Kareen, his chubby stomach hanging over the belt of his pants. He marched right up to Robert and pointed to the roadblock.

"Listen. You need to move that roadblock. We want to go to Ester's for a bite to eat."

Kareen was already shaking her head at the man. "I?m sorry, but the only reason anyone will be allowed past these roadblocks is if they need to go this way to get home, or if there is a genuine emergency."

"Listen," The man turned his head a little as he looked at Kareen. "Was I talking to you?" He rolled his eyes. "Women."

"Women? How dare you?" Robert clenched his fist as the vein in his neck bulged. "This woman could get you down on the ground before you could even look at her." Robert pointed to the car. "Quit acting like a fool and get back in your car."

"We're going through this roadblock. I don't give a **** about what two idiot cops say." The man shoved Robert and then ran back to the car. He slammed the door shut as he put his foot on the gas. He shattered the roadblock as he swept by them.

"Dammit!" Robert ran to the car. "Come on Kareen!"

Kareen quickly dashed to the car, hopping into the driver?s seat and buckling in. "I know Ester's cooking is good, but it's not worth this much trouble..." she muttered. As they followed the fleeing vehicle, she found herself looking over at her partner in mild bewilderment.

"You didn't have to jump to my defense like that," she told him. She wasn't upset that he had, but she was kind of surprised.

"Eh." He shrugged. "I just. . .don't like it when people like him think that, for some reason, they are better than someone else." He shook his head. "They're not. He's not."

That wasn't exactly what she'd meant, but she let it go, returning her focus to the pursuit. She could see a right turn coming up, and she also knew that a couple of other officers were setting up another roadblock there--if she could force the man to take that road...

As the turn approached, she pulled up onto the left side of the other vehicle, waiting until just the right moment, then swerved over towards the car, as if to ram him. To avoid her, the man had no choice but to turn onto the side road, and right into another roadblock. As the man's tires squealed in protest to his sudden braking, Kareen parked the patrol car and got out, approaching the other vehicle. "We'll handle him," she said, waving off the other officers who were moving in to help. "Carry on with what you were doing."

Stepping up next to the driver's door, she rapped on the window. "Get out of the car."

"You little red haired *****." The man grunted as he climbed out of the car. Robert grabbed him by the collar and slammed him down on the car hood. The man's elderly parents and son cried out as they watched in confusion.

"Do you know how many people you have just hurt, because we might not be able to finish setting up for the storm?" Robert looked in his face as he whipped the handcuffs on. "If you would've just turned around and took your parents and son back home, you wouldn't be going to jail." Robert walked the man over to another officer. "Take him to the station. I think Cell B is open?" The officer nodded. "Cell B, then. I'll talk to him tonight." The officer took the man and walked back to the car. "Now, make sure to keep a close watch." Robert spoke to the other officers as he opened the driver's door. "Your son, we're taking him in for a little bit. We need both of you to go back home and stay in. Make sure you have everything you need. Heard this storm's going to be a doosy."

Personally, Kareen would have liked a few more words with the man, but she could wait until they spoke with him tonight. Evading police, refusal to

 

IC: Rom De Luca

Rom De Luca woke up with his lover in his arms.

?Did you have fun last night?? She was whispering even in the quiet.

Rom looked at her, recognition stealing onto his face. Why was Vanessa here. . ?

Oh. Dangit. Oh, s^&*. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not after that time.


? Or do you even remember? All that wine we drank at the restaurant, oh but you remember don?t you? It was the most amazing night. . .?

Rom didn't remember. He faked it. "Yeah. . It was great." He kissed her forehead gently.


Dangit. Dangit. Dangit.

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<...>

That cur...
<Whats wrong now?>

He is hiding. The one I want. and I MUST find him. Before the storm...
<Well, who else might know where he went? Besides his lawyer. You kinda already closed that loop...>

OH SHUT UP! I KNOW. But it was necessary at the time.

...*Uncomfortable silence*....


Wait. I know.
<What do you know? Well, besides creating new and exciting ways of removing objects of your wrath?>

Ha Ha Ha. So funny. But I do know that the man stays in contact with things. No way he would let his vain self fall out of the loop. So someone has to be keeping him up to date.
<Hmmm. That's actually a pretty good idea. So, who do we hunt next?>


Well, I have some ideas...woah. What is this?
<What, what?!!>

My my, would you look at that?
<What, ... What it is?>

Looks like one of the Sylvester's clan is paying Olivia a personal visit.
<Really? The old lady? Let me see! .. Ah, yes. That's the son, James.>

Well, Olivia does not look to happy to see him.
<You think?>

No. I really mean it. Olivia looks pretty upset. Well, as upset as the woman dares to get. He must have really said something interesting to make her angry. You know..that might work for us?
<Really? How?>

Just follow along. I am sure you will figure it out.

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It didnt take long until he was quickly heading for his car. He didnt look happy at all. Looks like he tried to make a call once he was inside of the car, but he slams down his cell phone next to his seat.

<Wide grin.>

They follow.

James chain smokes the entire while, as he drives, before finally pulling in at one the underground parking area of the town's courthouse? Wonder what he was doing here? Not that it mattered. What mattered that it would most likely take him some time to deal with his business. That was all that was really important.

Very important, actually.

James grabbed his briefcase, and his cup and walked towards the elevators.

Cameras. Not a problem. They were there to watch the cars and some secluded areas. Not where they needed to go. A quick check of the tools, and then they moved. Silently, and with deadly purpose. It was needed. Besides, it would make others look another way, giving them more time to get to to the true devil. The slaughter of innocence. The true KILLER. The one who destroyed the lives of people around him. Of the very town. True evil.

It WOULD end.

- - -

Later on, they slipped away from their spot where they had worked. It would take a while for this bit of handy work to show up. Most likely, by the time the storm reached town. An observant soul, might notice a small spot of some liquid on the ground, if he parked, or idled in one spot for too long. But nothing that would pool too much. Brake bleed. Nothing that would cause the sensors to go off. Not until it was too late. And the power steering fluid .. oh yes, that was an extra touch. The two cables cross paths.A few drips of battery acid..and would look like a bad battery ate through both systems...if there was anything left behind for anyone to look at. Hopefully, the storm would take care of anything else.

It would be poetic, actually, since the girl who started this all, funeral would be had.

True Karma.




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Rom's Apartment


?The way you. . .oh. . .it was truly spectactular.?

She stood from the bed, wrapping a robe around her slender figure. She leaned over and pecked a kiss on his cheek once again before sashaying into the kitchen.

?I checked last night. You have enough for me to make you a sandwich.? She called to him. ?We slept for awhile though. Your appointment with Sylvester is in two hours, I think.?

She began to fix two sandwiches as she talked.

?Big storm coming. I?m off work.? She let her sandwiches sit for a second as she came back into the bedroom. The robe was partly off on one shoulder.

?So. . .if you want. . .we still have a little time. . .wanna do exactly what we did last night??


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IC: Kareen Gillis
Streets

Kareen and Robert finished setting up their quota of roadblocks without further incident, and after going back to replace the first broken roadblock, they moved on to testing the alarms. A brief warning had been sent out to the town's citizens, telling them not to be concerned if they heard the sirens, that these were only tests to insure that they were functioning properly, but they were also told that if those sirens did go off during the storm, then the townspeople would be wise to take the appropriate precautions.

"I really hope we don't end up needing these tomorrow," Kareen remarked to Robert.

"Agreed. . ." Robert paused. "But it wouldn't hurt if one happened to touch down and pick up our murderer and drop them right in front of us." Robert tried to make her laugh.

"That isn't funny," Kareen retorted, even though she was grinning. "As much as I would like to catch this guy...tornadoes scare the hell out of me."

"I hear you. Never actually seen one, but I've heard enough stories to know what they're capable of."

"Mom's told me things, too," Kareen explained. "She and my grandparents had some close calls when she was growing up in Georgia. I know we don't get a lot of them in Maine, but just the thought freaks me out."

"Oh yeah, all those tornadoes touched down there not too long ago, right? Alabama, I know. Did any of your mom's family get hit?"

Kareen gave him a look. "Dad and I are Mom's family. She's an only child, like me, and both of her parents have been gone for years. Grandma LeighAnn died when I was sixteen, and I never knew my grandfather."

"Oh. . .I'm sorry. . ."Robert paused. "My grandparents died also." He didn't continue though.

She chose not to press that particular subject any further. "Sorry," was all she said.

"Let's just make sure these sirens work. The sooner we get all this stuff done, the better."

"M'kay."


To Be Continued...

 

Mordecai Casper
In a house somewhere alone and at peace

The best way to keep you save was to get where nobody knew you could go. The best way to keep everything else save you wanted to protect was, take it with you there.

If the murder was no medium, he could not even guess this house existed. Out in the woods it wasn´t evne owned by Mordecai and no paper trail would lead here. it belonged to a good friend. a good old friend who had onceb etrayed him. Mordecai had buried him behind the house. His skeleton was probably still there. Althouzgh occassionaly Mordecai had seen dogs digging there and allowed them to.

Alex was crying but the nanny he had taken with himself, one of the two actually . . . was taking care of it. His driver was nearby, scouting the area. His Ex-Wife was no ten minutes through the woods away. In a warehouse and in a secret cellar. He was gone from the sight of the world and yet, he was near every event unfolding. So far he watched. He hadn´t heard of Jameson or anything else that had stirred him out of hiding. But finally someone called. Someone who had the right number. His hand slowly dropping to the ash tray, he made sure the cigar stayed in perfect burning shape, as he picked it up.

"Yes?" He asked. If the other did not know where they were or who he was, he would not betray it by giving his name.

?Boss, I?m at the warehouse.? The man?s voice was easily recognizable for Mordecai. ?We might have a few developments in our situation. The only problem is. . .she?ll only speak to you.?

Mordecai sighed. He was beginning to look into different roads and solutions to the case. And Heather´s value started to drop any second. He was tempted to order his Ex-Wife buried behind the warehouse, for the kind of treacher she had done, most likely alive, but decided against it. "Okay, I´ll be there. Tell her I need to play with Alex first." Then he hung up. He orderedanother coffee and had a second cigar. Letting her rot and suffer in that underground version of hell. Then he took his jacket, his gun and mobile . . . the one not everybody got the number from . . . and called his driver.

"Time to see my wife." He told him and sat next to him in the front seats.


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Warehouse 19

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His driver dropped Mordecai off at the Warehouse.

After being dismissed, he drove a fair amount away. Waiting to be called once again. Mordecai would walk into the empty warehouse without anyone approaching him.

Then, from the shadows of the room, two men in business suits came out. Mathew Clinton, Mordecai?s lawyer for years now, was one of the men. The other was the new financial aide guy, considering Carlos Sanchez, the last one, had been murdered.

?Mordecai.? Mathew nodded at him. ?I?m glad you could see us. We must hurry and get these things over with.?

He begin to walk in step with Mordecai, approaching the hidden opening that led to the hiding place of Heather Casper.

?Sir, I?ve been keeping tabs on your children in the few days of your absence. Your daughter Naomi has been having marital problems, if I?m not mistaken. And the Kareen girl, the one who Patrick cheated with, she might become a problem. Very interested in the case. Perhaps a tad too interested.? He removed the little block of cement, and underneath was a wooden door. He yanked it open. ?Also, Natalie?s funeral is today.?

Before Mathew could hear his reply, he began to climb down. The financial aide followed. Once they reached the bottom about two minutes later, two brawny men greeted them, even bowing a little in Mordecai?s presence.

Finally, Mathew pointed to a lone figure in a room. Strapped to a chair. Long blonde hair frizzled and burnt. So much smeared blood on her face there was no way to find the source of it all.

Heather Casper.


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IC: Naomi Nichols
Nichols home

?You?re not still mad at me, are you?? Chris asked.

Oh. Right. I?m supposed to be mad at him. I?ve kind of ruined that now, haven?t I?

?Of course I?m not still mad at you,? Naomi replied. ?I mean, you did invite a strange girl into our house without even telling me, but that was just a big mistake, wasn?t it? Sorry, misunderstanding, not a mistake.? She stopped, put a hand to her forehead. ?Really poor choice of words. Well, I didn?t come back just to talk about that.? She paused again. She had never been much for sappy, dramatic scenes, like in the soap operas that Natasha would watch when they were teenagers. She looked back at Chris. ?I just wanted to make things right between us.?


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IC: Rom De Luca


?Big storm coming. I?m off work.? She let her sandwiches sit for a second as she came back into the bedroom. The robe was partly off on one shoulder.

?So. . .if you want. . .we still have a little time. . .wanna do exactly what we did last night??

Rom looked at her. She was beautiful. But. . .

He shook his head, got up, and kissed her. "I can't" he said ruefully. "I've got somewhere I want to go before I meet your boss."

he smiled down at her. "Is that all right?"

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Rom's Apartment


"Damn." She grinned even as she said it.

"I was hoping for another round." She sighed. "Ah well, I guess I can wait."

She made her way back to the kitchen.

"You have to eat this sandwich though. I fixed it and everything."

She rummaged around for a bit.

"So what is it you need to do?"


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[b][i]Olivia's House[/i][/b]


?That?s. . .thank you, Ms. Madders, for taking the time to talk.? He bowed his head a little. The smile on his lips quivered, having forced it so hard it hurt.

James turned away from the older woman, his face twisting into a scowl. He hated elderly people with a passion. Mordecai Casper was the prime example of that. Older people, once they became older, were grumpy and more [i]attached[/i] to things. James [i]wanted[/i] to turn around, throttle her neck, shoot her damn dog in the head, and then force her to sign his papers.

But he didn?t. His father had raised him to do take things slow. He might not have an immediate revenge, but he would get back at her. Her home would be his. All of the other neighboring residents had given up their houses without a fight. They were pleased at the amount of money his father was willing to throw in.

James climbed into his car, noticing the old lady?s gaze. She was a [i]crazy[/i] witch, in the truest sense. All of her magic and potions and the like. After calling his father - who scolded him for being unable to persuade Olivia, James backed out of her driveway and left.

[i]I?m gonna kill that crazy witch. She thinks she can tell me exactly what to do. She has another thing coming. I?ll just. . .[/i]

And as he played out possible scenarios in his imagination, he never noticed the person tailing him. At the office, he found he couldn?t concentrate because of his imagination. He needed to do something so bad.

Later on that day, he ended up in a ravine.

Upside down.

Water filling up around his face.

Seatbelt stuck.

Because of his busy mind, he had never noticed his follower. And he had never saw his death coming.

So, he became another victim claimed by the murderer. . .


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[b]OOC:[/b] Another update. Things continue to progress along at a rate I like. [face_grin] As you can see, another victim. Ktala is a good murderer, I'll just tell you that. If you are working on a combined with me, I apologize for taking a while to reply. Overwhelmed by the sudden surge in posts in the RPF, it's taking me a bit to get everything updated. Just send me a reminder PM if I don't reply by 3 days, because I might have forgotten! I don't care to be reminded! [face_peace] Thanks!

 

IC: Naomi Nichols
Nichols home

"I thought we just did that," said Chris. "Unless there's something else I'm missing here. What do you want me to do?"

?I? I don?t know. Nothing, I guess. Forget it.? She looked away. ?I guess I was making a bigger deal about it than it was.? This wasn?t at all how Naomi had imagined her homecoming. Wasn?t it the guy who was supposed to be proactive in this kind of situation?

Whatever. Maybe it would work itself out if she just gave it some time. ?All right, I?m glad that?s cleared up. I?m going to go take a shower, then go to in to the lab,? she said as she walked past Chris toward their bedroom.


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IC: Kareen Gillis
Streets of Riverview


Once the sirens were tested--successfully, thankfully--Kareen and Robert headed back to the station. The only thing left Kareen had to do was to give that public address.

"So what are you going to do while I do this news thing?" she asked Robert. "Or did Amy want you to tag along?"

?Amy said I?d get to go home and prepare for the funeral. Thanks for letting me stay over, by the way. It helped.? He paused again. ?A lot.?

"It wasn't a problem," she told him. "You've had a really sucky week so far--I wouldn't want to be by myself trying to deal with everything you're dealing with right now."

"Considering the way Heather told you off, I feel bad for you." He stared out the window. "Where is she? Where did Heather go?"

"This week doesn't even feel real. I mean, Natalie dead. Heather missing. . .probably dead too. Mordecai left town for who knows how long. And we're left trying to pick up the pieces. Maybe. . .just maybe. . .tonight I'll lay down and it'll all be a dream, you know. I'll wake up and look at the calender and see that none of this happened."

"Depressing, I know." He tapped on the handle of the door. "My mood matches the weather."

Kareen was a little surprised. "You feel bad for me?

"I can't relate to Natalie's death, I didn't know her at all. If she weren't so vital to our investigation, I can honestly say I wouldn't be sorry that Heather's not around. But you knew Natalie. You know Heather, she helped you out when you came to town. And there's your niece...Heather telling me off is a raindrop in the ocean compared to what you're going through. Besides...I'm not quite so worried about what she'll do, now. Sunday night, I didn't have any allies. I don't think anyone would have stood by me if she had exposed me then. I actually feel a little better, having told you and Amy...besides, you guys needed to know, for the sake of the case.

"And Amy's going through hell, too. On top of Natalie, she almost lost her son. And I do feel bad for what you guys are going through in your own lives. And I feel bad because a lot of this doesn't affect me as personally as it does all of you?I feel bad for you guys."

She had to admit, if only to herself, that were it not for her wanting to be there for Amy and Robert, she probably wouldn't bother going to Natalie's funeral. A part of her kept wondering what might happen if Patrick was right, and Heather did come back for the funeral--what she would do if she saw Kareen there. What Katherine was going to do when she saw Kareen there.

To Be Continued...

 

Olivia Madders
Olivia's House

Olivia gestured back out towards the roadway. "Now, be careful out there. This storm is going to be a mite powerful one. Good Day." she offered, letting him know that this discussion was quite over. She planted herself on her garden path, her eyes shiny and bright as she stared him down.

"That?s. . .thank you, Ms. Madders, for taking the time to talk." He bowed his head a little. The smile on his lips quivered. Olivia nodded, but didnt say a word as she watched the man turn away. Oh, she knew she would have to add a bit more to her list tonight. She found herself once more having to deal with one of the two houses. She hated that. It was if they were always trying to get her involved in their messes. They should have learned their lessons by now, but it seemed that she now had a new generation to deal with. She snorted softly, as Rufus stopped growling, and gave her a gentle lick on her hand.

She stayed there, watching as James backed out of her driveway and left. And then she crossed herself. "That boy's haint was dark and black. No good there...just no good." she spoke softly to herself. She looked up at the sky, and then back down at Rufus. "Come on, boy. We have some things to take care of."

Olivia stayed busy outside, as she worked on the things she needed to take care of outside. Her protections were going to be extra strong, for the approaching storm. Once she was finished, she walked inside. As Rufus barked, and ran for the kitchen, she headed for her pantry. She pulled down a long silver necklace, and slipped it inside of her shirt, the blue and red stones that surrounded the piece made for quite a beautiful design. Olivia then headed upstairs. She wanted to call someone before the weather hit, and most likely knock out the phones. Actually, she didnt call them. Olivia was old, but she was not one to use a bit of help when needed. She walked up stairs, and into a small room she had. Most folks thought it was a simple pantry. Olivia let them think it. She sat down, and pulled up a small screen. She quickly typed in a bits of code, and her computer purred to life. She didnt like to use it much, but was glad it was there at times. She had it protected too, even though some folks swear she didnt even have electricity in her home. Most didnt see it. Again, she let them guess what they wanted. It suited her purposes. She contacted Rauley, and very old friend of the family, and more importantly, someone in strong standing. Both financially and other means. She quickly typed him a message, letting him know of her visitor, and his proposed plans. Asked him to keep watch, and warned him of the approaching storm as well, before she logged off, and quietly slid her computer back in its tiny hiding spot.

She frowned. Messing with that James boy, meant she wasnt going to be able to put up her peach preserves like she had planned. What a shame. She sighed, as she left her tiny room. Nothing she could do about that now. Better get ready, to light up the lanterns soon. She would be needing them. There was also dinner, and the house security to worry about...

A bark from Rufus sent her walking back downstairs. "Just hold on there...I know your hungry..." she told him, as he came running over towards her, to meet her at the bottom of the stairs, his tail wagging furiously. She reached down, and put a silver collar on Rufus. He whined a bit, but then quieted down when she pat his head. "I know, I know old fella, but its for your protection too." she told him softly.

"Yep, Things will get a lot worse, before they get any better. But right now, we'll just go and enjoy ourselves, wont we Rufus?"

He barked in agreement.




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Nichols Household


As Naomi left to go off and work, Chris received another phone call.

This time the caller ID read: Agatha Crumplebottom.

?Chris!? The panicked woman was almost screaming in his ear once he answered the phone.

?You have to hurry! You know how bad the wind?s gotten and everything. . .and the wind. . .and. . .dammit. . .power. . .stuck. . .school. . .ceiling. . .on top of. . .help. . .? The phone fizzled out, before disconnecting.

What could Chris tell from that phone call?


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[b][i]Olivia's House[/i][/b]


The wind had began to pick up outside as Olivia moved about her rickety old house.

A horrible gust of wind rattled her kitchen, and knocked open one of her windows. Rufus growled a little, pacing back and forth at the door. Finally he moved away and began to entangle himself around Olivia?s feet.

Another gust of wind blasted the house.

Suddenly, a window shattered. The wind, powerful and unrelenting, filled the room. An ornate angel resting on one of her tables fell to the floor with a smash.

Rufus howled, hiding behind the couch. Finally the wind slackened, but only a bit. The window was shattered, and things were only to get worse.


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[b]OOC:[/b] Anne, the posting is up to you for now. I'll PM you with what we talked about in a little bit. [face_wink] So, the beginning of the storm moves in. FUN! [face_grin]

 

Mordecai Casper
The Room

He sighed and then took out one of his cigars. A José Lius. An especially strong brand he kept for special ocassions. Ignoring everybody else he stepped to his wife and blew the smoke of the first breath in her face to make her aware of her presence.

"You wanted to talk, my dear? I interrupted playing with my Grandson, so this better be good. I won´t have to tell you you can still get out ofthis alive. Exiled to Swiss, maybe. Or to an island somewhere in the pacific. But alive. Who knows, maybe I´ll even let you see your Grandson once. But my patience is limited. Nobody knows that better than you. So talk."

He smiled at her and stepped back again. "Please." He added and his eyes lay on her. Pierced her. The blood meant nothing to him. She meant nothig to him anymore.

Her secrets mattered, though.


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Warehouse 19


?Natalie. . .?She coughed. Once. Twice. Three times. Blood splattered on the concrete floor.

She raised her eyes to look into his.

?She. . .she came to me begging. . .to. . .help her.? Heather tried to spare her tears.

Mordecai didn?t care. He never had. All those years of cold love. . .growing colder. Until she had been stupid enough to snap. Now he would force her from seeing her great grandson. Her sons. Her daughters. Her grandchildren. It all hit her hard.

?I promised. . .not to tell. . .for her. . .?She couldn?t stop the flow now. Her hands, constrained behind her back, had lost all feeling from the pain. ?Natalie. . .had an affair. . .with. . .?The word was on the tip of her tongue. Her mouth even opened to say it. Suddenly, her throat constricted. Gagging on blood, she coughed and coughed, her face turning a vibrant red. She almost sagged in her chair, giving up, but in the last few seconds, blood spewed from her mouth. She cleared her throat, glaring at Mordecai.

?Sylvester. . .Sylvester. . .?She was too exhausted continue.

She probably didn?t need to though. That answered the question that everyone wanted answered.


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Olivia Madders
Olivia's House

The wind had began to pick up outside as Olivia moved about old house. She loved the sound of the wind. This house had stood for longer than most people in the town knew. So, it made its grumpy old noises. So did she. Thats why it had lasted for so long.

A horrible gust of wind rattled her kitchen, and knocked open one of her windows. "Oh dear! I forgot to set the shutters!" Olivia realized. That was not good. She could hear Rufus as he growled,and then began to pace. He then ran, trying his best to pretend that he was a cat, as he wound herself around her feet. "Rufus! Move boy." She told him, as she moved, pushing him towards his favorite spot on an worn old rug.

Another gust of wind hit the house. Coming off of the water. Olivia put one hand to her necklace, and the other to one of the walls, as she began to chant softly to herself. Suddenly, a window shattered, and 'ole Jack came in, howling, powerful and unrelenting, as the wind blew strong. An ornate angel resting on one of her tables fell to the floor with a smash. Rufus howled, hiding behind the couch, but Olivia kept on chanting softly.

"Bag ahi lacah bachahe, Lamac-cahi achabahe, Karrrelyos!"

Finally the wind slackened, but only a bit. The window was shattered. Olivia sadly looked over at the angel that had fell to the floor. "Ah..Rufus. It's going to be a long day." she told him, as he peeked out from behind the couch. With a sigh, she reached over and grabbed a dust pan, to sweep up the broken parts, putting them over to the side for a moment. She looked over at what was left of the window. Luckily, hers was an old house. Built to deal with the elements. She walked over, and grabbed a small hand crank next to the window. She slowly began to turn the handle, as the old gears complained and groaned. After a few moments, they began to move a bit more freely, and a thin metal grate began to slide down the window. She paused, and using a long bit of wire, pulled her shutters closed, and then began to crank down the sliders. She then repeated this process, closing shutters and grates, before anything else was broken on the first floor.

She then went upstairs, and as she did for every bad storm, she lit the special lantern she had, located on the uppermost floor. Her own private lighthouse, as she liked to call it.

Coming back downstairs, she called Rufus to her as she pulled out some teacakes to snack on, as they cuddled up in front of the fireplace. She handed him his chewtoy, as she played with the necklace she wore.

"We're safe now." She told him, gently patting the old hound's back. "Ol'e jack aint gonna bother us none. Its the other we have to watch out for now." she told him gently. Hopefully, none too many fool enough to be out in this storm. I warned them. But if they are, then perhaps my little light will help them out some."



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IC: Kareen Gillis
Streets, Riverview

"Kareen." Robert made sure his eyes met hers. "I'm the luckiest police officer, to get a partner like you."

"My last partner. . ."He turned away. "Wasn't as good. . ."

Kareen frowned. "What happened?"

When Amy had hired her, eight months ago, she hadn't thought about why there was an open slot in this tiny little tourist town, when so many of the larger forces in the state were struggling with lay-offs, bad economies and low funding. By that point, she had been unemployed for nearly two months, and she had just been glad to have found a new job.

Eight months earlier
Riverview Police Station

Kareen sat in the driver's seat for several moments after parking the car, trying to collect herself for the interview. Of all places... She wasn't too sure yet about taking a job in Riverview--if she even got the position--but she was starting to feel the strain of being without a job, so she was going to take any chance she might get, even if it meant having to be in the same town as Patrick. Five months after she had ended it with him, she was still angry, still hurt, and still anxious to avoid any contact with him.

Working here doesn't mean you have to see him, or talk to him, or go anywhere near him. Now go in there. There were just five minutes left before she was supposed to meet with Chief York. The woman had sounded pleasant enough over the phone, and if Kareen could put aside her concerns about Patrick, she could probably say she was feeling optimistic--but at the same time, she was trying not to get her hopes up too much.

Checking her reflection in the mirror one more time, to make sure she was presentable, Kareen gathered her things and headed inside the station.

There were two male officers just inside, talking between themselves. One was a muscular black man, and his name tag read Reid. The other was shorter, and his narrow, dark eyes suggested he was of Asian descent. His name tag said Long.

"Excuse me," Kareen spoke up. "I have a meeting with Chief York, could you tell me where I can find her?"

"I could." The man with nametag Long replied. "But I need to know who you are first."

"My name is Kareen Gillis," she told him. "I have an interview with her."

"New officer?" He out his finger to his chin. "Considering if you get the job, I'm the only person in the department without a partner." He smiled. "Do a damn good job in there. You look like a good police officer."

The other man pointed to an office for her.

"Good luck." Long called to her. "Maybe we can talk afterwards."

"Maybe," Kareen said, before heading towards the indicated office. ?Thank you.?

The door was cracked, and when Kareen cautiously poked her head in, there was a brown-haired woman sitting at the desk, her head bent over whatever paper she was reading. Kareen knocked politely on the door. "Chief York? My name is Kareen Gillis, we spoke over the phone...?"

"Kareen!" She stood up from the desk and hurried to welcome her in. "How was your trip to Riverview? Enjoy the scenery?"

Kareen smiled, nodding. "Yes, it was quite nice, thank you."

"Good, good." She gestured to the seat in front of her desk. "Sit down. Coffee? Tea? Officer Reid's wife makes some of the best drinks."

"Um, coffee would be great, thanks," Kareen replied as she took the indicated chair.

Ms. York poured a cup and handed it to her. Then she sat down in front of Kareen.

?Now, shall we get down to business?? She smiled as she straightened her papers. ?So, first question: I see you were laid off from the Portland P.D. Why exactly was that??

"The city cut the department's funding," Kareen explained, taking a tentative sip of the coffee. "They couldn't afford to keep everyone on--younger, less experienced officers who can afford to start their careers over are usually the first to go, in such circumstances."

?It?s a shame they gave up on you because of budget cuts.? The chief shrugged. ?Good for me though.? Kareen took this as a

 

Riverview, Maine


The wind was the worst at the time being. Droplets of rain mixed with the rest, but it was mainly dominated by the crushing wind. A news reporter in a neighboring town, who was reporting on the approaching storm, was swept up in the wind and knocked off of the dock. A house farther down the coast collapsed under the pressure. And the weather station predicted this was only the beginning. They hoped everyone had made the proper preparations, because things could only get worse.

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[i][b]St. Mary?s Academy[/b][/i]


When Christopher pulled into the parking lot of the school, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The building was still standing. But, once he had turned his head to look at the recreational building on the campus, he would see what had happened. The building?s roof had collapsed, with splintered glass everywhere. Twisted plants crushed by the shrapnel of the metal room poked out the door and windows. And, even from this distance, Chris could see there were several bodies spread out inside. One moved, just a tad bit. The increasingly disturbing weather meant his time window to help them was shortening.

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[b][i]Olivia Madder?s Home[/i][/b]


With the windows repaired and the pieces of the angel picked up, they relaxed around the fireplace. The cold from the wind was replaced by its warmth. Rufus nuzzled Olivia?s arm, a soft growl of comfort coming out. Peace filled the room, and all that was left were thoughts. Worries. Memories. Rufus?s wet nose touched her weathered face, licking her lips. He wagged his tail, a lopsided grin on his lips. Then he laid his head down on her chest. The flames were comforting. It might have been the best moment of Olivia?s long life. . .which seemed to be resurfacing. . .slowly. . .a jagged image of her mother, washing clothes the old fashioned was. . .her father and brother, tilling the fields. . .her life was coming back to her. . .

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[i][b]Sylvester Inc. [/b][/i]


Nigel Sylvester stared out his large window. A tear trailed down the outline of his face as he looked down at a photo in his hands. A beautiful brown haired girl, with big brown eyes and pearly white teeth, seemed to stare at him. Asking him why he hadn?t done anything to save her. To save his own [i]daughter[/i]. He then opened his file cabinet and took out another photo. On it was a handsome young man, who resembled Mordecai Casper greatly. Nigel lifted a lighter, and touched the picture to it lightly. As the picture?s ashes fell to his feet, he rose from his chair. Putting his hands behind his back, he gazed at the darkening clouds over the erratic sea. He would have his revenge on Mordecai. That he would.

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