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Post by Seryna on Mar 6, 2014 3:46:42 GMT -5
The rambling Metropolis of San Diego sprawls across a thousand square miles, knitted together by a dizzying amount of highways that connect the sea breeze kissed beaches to the humid mountains inland. It’s a colorful melange of shopping malls, palm trees and ‘unique’ building architecture that the ‘anything goes’ California mentality embraces. The picture perfect boulevards of sculpted landscapes and statuesque palm trees are both surreal and familiar, thanks to the celiod self image that has spread across the world. Made up of dozens of communities, there is no one experience that sums up the vast diversity of culture and quality of life in this city of cities.
Drifting along the sprawling Malls and grimy urban underbelly, to the west where salt kisses the wind and silvery sand dunes stretch as far as we can see, there stands Pacific Beach. The moon stretches up near the horizon- darkness has grasped a hold of the night fully now. If anyone thinks to check their watch or cellphone, it is 7:58 PM. You are near the Boardwalk on Pacific Beach.
You open your eyes and look around. Your vision takes a moment to clear, but you can hear people and music— the sounds of the fading beach party. It sounds distant, though; you don’t seem to be in the fire pit area any longer. The night is cool, and you feel a breeze flow over you from the north. It should chill you, but you do not shiver or feel goose bumps rise. Sand clings to your clothing, coats the backs of your arms with its itchy grains. The moon light distant and hollow, and your clothes feel cold and rough against your skin. Something is different, something is terribly wrong, but you can’t muster the feeling of fear or outrage. You do feel something, though. You feel hunger.
You glance around and see other people picking themselves up from the ground. They are within five feet of you, as though you'd all lay down in a line together on the sand and had gone to sleep- yet you know you wouldn't have done that. You feel a momentary flash of anger and fear, as though recognizing a threat in each of these people, but the feeling passes after an instant, replaced by the gnawing hunger.
ST to all: Please describe your characters for the others in your first post. Welcome to San Diego
ST to Tiffany: Your character has on them a cell phone (personal), a disposable phone that they had never seen before, wallet with I.D., $40
ST to Rico: pistol and concealed bulletproof jacket (since she was on the job), mobile phone, wallet, small but high quality digital camera, pin mic and headphones, $60, knife & a receipt from Ember for four drinks with a scrawled note at the bottom ' I'm sorry'
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Mar 6, 2014 14:17:48 GMT -5
Kara Ripley: Age 27, Ex-Grifter/Bartender @ a dive bar
She wasn't cold. That was odd. She was always cold, a side effect of growing up in Southern Florida. Not that she talked about Florida much. Most people thought she was from San Diego originally. No, hint of accent that linked her a native of any place. And since San Diego culture was so... bland, Kara easily had set herself up as a native. Born and raised, she'd tell people. Her family just moved around a lot. Navy brat, she'd say and they'd nodded knowingly as if they understood.
How did I get out here? she thought, looking around. The last thing I remember was locking up the bar...
Kara tried to think beyond that and was coming up with nothing. What happened last night? To add to her panic, four others were laid down next to her... well near her. Her hand went for her keys but only found a cell phone. It wasn't hers. She checked her other pocket and found the cell belonging to her. One signal text message telling her that the alarm at the bar was set. At least there was that.
Kara tried to pick herself off of the ground, but doubled over at the stomach pain that shot right through her. She got to her feet on her second attempt but the hunger pains were growing in intensity.
"Is everyone okay?" It seemed like a dumb question. But she had to ask it. "Also anyone have a smoke I can bum? I don't have my pack on me."
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Post by Ricohard on Mar 6, 2014 18:49:33 GMT -5
Mary Jordan Murphy- 28, ex-Cop Private Eye
M.J. groaned slightly, Reaching up to her shoulder, faking the pain in her shoulder and noting that her gun was still present. She pulled herself slowly to sit as she took in the sights around her and lifted her hand to brush the sand out of her hair. "I think I'm okay," she says gingerly still expecting the headache which hasn't come. "Can't feel any injuries anyway."
Checking her pockets she notes her tools without withdrawing them, ignoring the receipt for the moment, "I'm afraid I don't smoke," She says after a moment. "On the matter of introductions, I don't suppose anyone knows where we are." She asks.
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Post by Seryna on Mar 7, 2014 2:04:13 GMT -5
"I'm O.K. " The blonde woman stood up and shook her head. "Sorry... Kara, right?" The woman squinted at Kara. "I... I can't remember how we met. But I'm Tina." The woman gives Kara a closer look.
"Do you remember me?"
Michael gave a groan as he sat up. He pressed a palm to his forehead, shaking his head. "I think I'll be okay. But... I can't remember..." The man trailed off. He stood at six feet with fine features, an angled jaw. As the light struck his face, you recognized him as Michael Adler. The Adler family was well known on the high society pages in the papers. His family - grandparents and parents - donated to galas and scholarships for locals. He had his father thick brown hair that was feathered just right, looking striking.
"What happened to us?" Michael muttered, gaining his feet and turning in a circle. Michael patted his pockets, checking his wallet. He pulled out his cell phone, muttering. "It's eight o' clock. When did that happen?"
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Mar 7, 2014 2:41:36 GMT -5
Kara Ripley: Age 27, Ex-Grifter/Bartender @ a dive bar"I've been thinking of quitting anyway," Kara said to Mary with a smirk. She looked around. "It looks like P.B... I think we might be near Garnet..."Pacific Beach was not Kara's idea of a good place to hang out. Too many drunk a-holes for her liking. Give her a drank, dark dive bar any day of the week over being drunk by the best surrounded by idiots. "Tina... the name sounds familiar."She turned to Micheal. Him, she knew by reputation only. Her palms began to itch and she tried to tell herself that it wasn't a good idea to pick his pocket just for the hell of it. Kara glanced at each of the people with her, they didn't seem like threats. "What's the last thing you guys remember? Because it looks like I've lost almost a whole day."{Kara's Rolls}Kara Ripley rolled 5 dice to "remember Tina" 7,9,5,5,4 (1 successes) Kara Ripley rolled 7 dice to "Gauging the Crowd" 1,5,6,3,2,8,5 (1 successes)
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Post by Seryna on Mar 7, 2014 2:53:49 GMT -5
As Kara studies Tina, she has a hazy memory. The edges are foggy and indistinct, but she recalls the clinking of glasses. A male arm around Tina's shoulder and Tina is holding a shot glass of liquor. Tina smiles and throws her shot back... laughing... Kara is sitting across from Tina and the man whose face is out of focus. He doesn't seem to be Michael...
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Post by Ricohard on Mar 8, 2014 3:59:15 GMT -5
Mary Jordan Murphy- 28, ex-Cop Private Eye M.J. considered the others listening carefully to their words and to how they said them, it would be all too easily for a suspect to ingratiate themselves with their victims by claiming to be one of them. What didn't make sense though was why, She still had her phone, her gear and her wallet which ruled out anything as simple as a robbery and she wasn't injured which ruled out a lot. Though the Adler kid might be rich enough to be worth holding for ransom, why the rest of them? Had they been together at the time? Her fuzzy memory wasn't helpful. Could they have been caught up in some sort of kidnap attempt?
What didn't make sense in all those suppositions was why any one had let her keep her gun, even the semi-public location was easier to explain than that. The other problem was the lack of injuries, not that she wished ill on any of them but taking someone down unconscious meant the potential for injuries or it meant drugs. Drugs more than likely meant skill and organisation. Which led back to the question of why? She didn't think any of the cases she'd taken had been that nasty, at least not in the organised sense. Most of the Abusers and scumbags she ran into were strictly of the punch first and grunt questions later variety.
She listened to the banter between the group and considered her options "Rule 1," she says after a moment of thought "Get safe, we should get out of here before who ever did this takes it into their head to come back and do more." Pulling herself to her feet she looks around slipping her hand into her pocket and retrieving the pin mic carefully, cupping it in her fingers so as not to draw attention. Palming it she looks around, both to check the others reaction to her statement and to look for a place to plant the bug.
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Post by Seryna on Mar 9, 2014 1:33:24 GMT -5
The days memories are a cloud. You can not remember much past what you ate for breakfast. As Kara scans the group, she sees the same muddling confusion on each face. As M.J. looks around for a place to place her hidden microphone, she sees the average things on a beachfront. Twelve feet away is a granite bench that is flanked by a cigarette ash tray and trash can. Several more feet away is a wooden staircase leading down to the sandy beach and an outside shower. Turning to look inland, there is a stop light twenty feet away and the glowing sign depicting a bar. It is hard to focus on this plan as something inside of you is insatiable.
Something inside you screams for sustenance on a deeper level than you have ever known, and yet no food you can imagine sounds at all appetizing. As you struggle with this feeling, you hear four people approaching. You can tell by their slurred mumbles and by the way their footsteps fall that they are drunk. As you listen, the group stops just out of sight, and the four of you feel your hunger intensify. You can’t quite understand why, but somewhere in that group of people is what you need.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Mar 11, 2014 0:14:14 GMT -5
Kara Ripley: Age 27, Ex-Grifter/Bartender @ a dive bar"Tina... someone was with you... remember him?" Kara asked before she doubled over in pain. "I'm okay... I'm okay..."She nodded at what Mary was saying and then that's when she heard it. People. "They're drunk..."It'd be easy, something screamed inside her. {Kara's Rolls}Kara Ripley rolled 5 dice to "Listen Check" 1,9,4,3,5 (1 successes) Kara Ripley rolled 4 dice to "Listen Check (Rote)" 9,1,6,6 (1 successes) Kara Ripley rolled 5 dice to "Keeping cool" 10,5,3,9,7,6 (2 successes)
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Post by Seryna on Mar 11, 2014 4:06:14 GMT -5
"Yeah... Getting away might not be a bad idea. But I think its really odd they took on four of us. Not a girl by herself like most pervs." Michael steps closer to M.J., giving her a concerned look.
"Are you O.K, M.J? You looked like your shoulder was bothering you."
A hand lingers near M.J.'s arm - the shoulder that she had checked her holster earlier. He does not touch you; but seems ready to offer support.
"Someone was with me?" Tina looks skyward as she concentrates for a moment. "No... no, I don't, Kara. Thats... frightening."
Her deep chocolate brown eyes were troubled as she looks back to Kara. "I don't like this. Do you think that we were roofied?" She glances towards Michael and M.J., looking concerned. "Where do we go?"
As Kara reacts to the sounds, Tina steps forward towards Kara. She places a hand carefully on Kara's left shoulder, concern on her face. She watches Kara closely. As Kara asserts that she is okay, Tina nods emphatically. She looks on the verge of saying something when she suddenly turns on the spot. Her expression changes dramatically from confusion to sudden need. Her dark brown eyes narrowed and her lips drew back into a clenched bite. The expression is so odd on her but she pays you no attention. Her hands form fists at her sides.
Michael makes a surprised 'oh!' as he turns his attention to the sounds. He takes a step forward and cranes his neck, trying to get a look at the new group of people heading your way.
The four people, two men and two women, are obviously college students. None of them looks older than 21, and all are clearly drunk, leaning on each other for support and stumbling through the dark. One of the men clutches a whiskey bottle with a few swallows left in it. One woman’s shirt is partially unbuttoned, and you can see several rings of beads around her neck. The partygoers look at you and begin giggling as only inebriated folks having fun can. Strangely, they don’t seem to acknowledge you (Kara) at all. As you stare at them, you find your gaze inexorably drawn to their throats… and you feel your canines elongating, growing into needlesharp fangs.
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Post by Seryna on Mar 15, 2014 1:04:54 GMT -5
Please follow the scene here
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