Hillan

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

_{In the minds of}
C R O S S R O A D

^REMEMBERANCE

_{Location Dark Residence - Downtown}

Part 1.

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5:45 P.M | 26 Months Ago

Joseph was pulling up onto the Apartment building, 11th and Oak Street, Downtown Sanda Celia, it was a nice enough neighbourhood, just a few miles to the Police Precinct, the 17th. It was a nice neighbourhood, The Darks were, despite Joseph's Detective salary and Karen's paralegal salaries two of the people on the lower end of the tax bracket. There were no neighborhood disputes and Joseph was even on the neighborhood watch. It was a quiet and safe place in a city full of chaos. A haven where the detective could calm down and relax, his loving wife by his side. He had a soft smile on his lips as he pulled the car, his black 1911 Porsche, from 2004. Into the parking garage under the apartments building. He turned off the engine and got his canvas bag and his leather jacket and slung it over his shoulder as he was walking to the elevator. Turning the key in the elevator it took him up to the ninth floor, top of the building. As he walked past the corridor, he saw two of his neighbors, Drake Williams and Matthew Washington - nice guys, Joseph and Karen had been invited - and attended their wedding. They created each other with smiles and small chuckles at off-remarks.

As he turned the corridor, he got an eerie feeling. The door was open to their apartment, just a little bit. Karen never left the door unlocked when she got home - and certainly not open. His hand instinctively on his holstered gun, he opened the door calmly, peering inside - nothing really off the ordinary.

As he took a few more steps inside, he saw the picture that was usually on the dresser in the hallway by the door smashed onto the ground, pieces of glass was all around it and even a small stain of blood. Drawing his gun he cleared the living room, moving into the kitchen - empty, though, more blood. "Karen?!" He shouted, twice. No response. Next, he heard a footstep behind him and he turned around, aiming his gun - his dark haired wife standing there, earbuds in her ears and a gauze and a compressor on her foot, she stopped dead in her tracks and looked confused and terrified when she saw Joseph with his gun out at her, he recoiled and put the gun away, taking a long sigh and chuckling "Oh my god. You scared me to death!" He shouted, Karen, whom had instinctively put her hands up pulled them down and realized what had happened "Wait, you thought? Oh my god. I'm sorry for scaring you, honey. I accidentally hit the picture while cleaning and stepped on it. I was in the bathroom putting on a bandage since it wouldn't stop bleeding."

The image turned blurry for Joseph and he saw a shadowy picture pull up behind Karen - and as he tried to tell her to watch out -he tried to pull his gun, he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. Four loud bangs rang out, and Karen was struck with four red spots on her chest and neck. She fell to the ground, lifeless.

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He woke up, heart pounding and his body full of sweat. That wasn't like any of the dreams he had had before - that felt like a memory. And in part, it was. He just knew that the story hadn't ended with Karen getting shot - it had ended with her showing him the Divorce papers and them fighting about it until he eventually left the apartment.

_{Location Casey Cassidy's Home - Árido Valley}

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3.41 A.M | Today

The floorboards were creaking as the shadowy figure stalked the home of the former FBI Agent Casey Cassidy. The moon was having a soft glow into the windows, not enough to see really anything inside. Each step the combat boots-clad figure took was filled with anticipation. He was sneaky, as sneaky as he could be. Yet, a man's home is his castle and nobody knows a home better than the one who lives there, for soon, the hunter would become the hunted.

As if out of the shadows themselves a baseball bat swung at the legs of the intruder, he caught himself as he was falling face first, but couldn't get up, turning around onto his back to get standing, but found the equally as big man on top of him, one knee to his chest, the bat pushed against his windpipe.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?!" The former agent spat out, and the man under him chuckled, softly. A chuckle that sent a creep down Casey's spine, loosening his grip slightly, enough for the pinned down man to break free, tapping the bat against Casey's forehead and switching positions with him, pinning Casey to the ground and the intruder hunching over the floor, his forearm to Casey's throat as the moonlight struck the man in the face, revealing his heavily scared face, his softly glowing eyes and his undeniable grin.

"Joseph?!" Casey asked, confused

"Hiya, Cass." The cyborg responded, getting off him and helping his old friend up from the floor.

Santa Celia: A Superhuman Vigilante RP

I am a co GM and I'm bored. Feed me sheets.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

<Snipped quote by JunkMail>

NAIL HIM TO THE SPANK PLANK

@SepticGentleman

That, probably.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

Disappointing RPG users since March 2013!

@Inkarnate

Hey, man. Don't put yourself down. People have been disap

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>
No that's on all iterations of guild. I joined classic RPG in March 2013. Guildfall happened December 2013.

@Inkarnate

Newbie.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

In other news, Luciana has just a few bells and whistles until completion. Would've been done before holidays but a lot of shit came up -- roommate squabbles I was forced [as landlord] to mediate, going out to dinner with friends, etc. I sincerely apologize for the lack of timeliness. Gonna go right to working on the CS now.

@Inkarnate

<Snipped quote by Inkarnate>

You’re THE WORST

@JunkMail

PUT IT ON A SHIRT

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

@Lord WraithI could debate this entire concept with you all day because the criticism you’re giving is more of a misunderstanding and not being able to grasp what was presented with the philosophies explained to you. You have not only wasted your time, but you have wasted mine. I created this character because I saw the doctor role was open, and I was going to use Victor as a support role. If a character needed to go to him personally rather than make themselves vulnerable in a hospital, he would have been that lifeline. The fact that you’re asking me to write a novel for your enjoyment is ridiculous and frankly just stupid, and I refuse. There are other games that I intend to burn my creative energy on and this is not one of them. I came here, gave your game a shot, and now I’m leaving with indifference and without surprise. Happy Holidays.

@Holy Soldier

Peace out.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

There was obviously something to see before it got CENSORED.

@Inkarnate

Hm. guess Someone wants an appointment with the Ministry of Truth and a field trip into Room 101..

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

_{In the minds of}
C R O S S R O A D

^AWAKENING

_{Location Doctor Faust's Manor - Outskirts of the city}

Part IV / Finale

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18:45 PM - The Next Day

Joseph was having nightmares. Fragmented, fractured and broken, like he was looking at them through the shards of a broken mirror, but everytime he tried to peer into a shard, he was flung into another dream. It was exhausting and terrifying. The only things he could comprehend were darkness and evil, a unimaginable amount of evil. Hatred, rage, anger, vengeance and self-vindication. And the voice. That god damned voice. Murmuring in the darkness, as if from the abyss below, howling at him and mocking his despair, his confusion and his pain deep down into his subconcious. He woke up with a turn, twisting in the bed, looking over to his side. He was in a different room now, on the other side of the building after the break-in the previous night.

Before him sat a shadow on the edge of the bed. Well, not quite a shadow. It was hard to tell what it was. It looked like the silhouette of a man, arms, legs, torso, head. But there were no features on the man, only a distorted outline that looked a almost fuzzy kind of red in the darkness. "What the fuc-" He exclaimed, as the shadow quickly put it's finger to it's mouth and shushed him, and for some reason he did it, almost instinctively. Like a dog following the orders of it's master.

"You've been asleep for far too long, child. It is time for you to awaken. There is much work to be done. The voice spoke, the same one he had heard before. But this time it was so much clearer, almost unbearable. It felt like it was coming both out of the man itself, but also from the very room itself, echoing like the most expensive home cinema in the world. At some point it would've hit Joseph that the voice was also coming from inside of him, it was echoing inside of his head and all around him. There was no escape. Yet, the old detective wasn't scared. No, he was terrified. But he wasn't going to try to run away, not at all. He was oddly calm in his terror, almost rational and this was the first bit of clarity he had felt since he had woken up for the first time two weeks ago.

"Who are you?.. What are you?" Joseph spoke, carefully and the man shifted on the edge of the bed, and then he smiled, a red streak appeared in the almost void-like blackness on his face.
"You got balls, kid." The voice said with a chuckle that almost shattered the windows.

"An all mighty lord of hell - King of Demons shows up at your bedside, and you ask me for my badgenumber? I'm impressed. The voice admitted coyly, a playful smirk on his face.

"A.. a demon? Hell?"

"What do you think those visions you've been having are? It's your feeble human brain trying to grasp what the big oven's really like. Well, what's left of your brain after I pieced it all back together for you. Was quite the mess, it being spilled all over the road after you got killed."

"I.. Died? Bullet, right? Joseph fumbled, feeling the scar on the back of his head.

"You didn't just die, Joseph. You got destroyed. Executed like a dog in the street. No one came for you. No one to help you. No one but me."

"But it's a miracle that I'm alive." Joseph tried to protest and the voice laughed at him - not with him this time.

"It wasn't a miracle that brought you back to life and pieced you back together. No miracle could do that. Me, however? Not even a sweat. That's our deal, after all. The demon taunted him as Joseph got vertigo and felt like he was shot out of a cannon and into a brick wall, a falling sensation as he woke up - this time for real. Drenched in sweat, his new hand had pierced the mattress and tore the bed almost in half. His heart was racing and he felt like he was about to fall apart. A sense of terror he had never felt before, an adrenaline rush than he had ever felt during his times in a war zone. He was quivering, freezing and sweating like a pig. His jaw hurt from clenching his teeth too hard. amongst the visions he had seen in his dream one thing remained constant, the pressence of the woman. The woman who's name is forever etched onto his wrist.

Karen.

He had to get out of here.

Let's Gush!

I just wanted to take some time to appreciate the following folks who have ensured that my latest roleplay, Santa Celia: A Superhuman Story, has gotten off to a strong, solid start. These players have taken to each other in a way I haven't seen in a long time and have taken what little guidance I've given them and run off to create something beautiful. Characters have just organically clicked in the IC and you can see the plot threads hanging there, just waiting to unfold. So thank you to all of you:

@Star Lord
@SepticGentleman
@DC the Dragon
@The Bork Lazer
@Skai
@Silver Carrot
@chukklehed
@baraquiel
@Dusksong
@Hour Error

I want to give an extra special thanks to my Co-GM, @Hillan who is also my oldest friend on the Guild, our shenanigans having survived even the infamous Guildfall. As well as my other Co-GM and newest friend, @JunkMail who has been very insightful and overall joy to work with.

I am very much looking forward to watching our stories continue to unfold as we build and shape the world of Santa Celia together and with whomever else might join in later.

Once again, thank you guys for such a great GMing experience already. Here's looking at 40 and looking towards 400!

@Lord Wraith

I basically second everything this man said about Santa Celia. A happy surprise, for sure.