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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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I'm thinking this might need a reboot...
Okies, Dalipose, I hope that message clarified some things for you. If you need any more assistance, you know who to ask ^^
Residencial Los Angeles
9:00am
Unwavering, the side of Leonard's mouth just twitched at the mention of his son. Combined with his haggard face, he looked more dead than alive, but still somehow managed to gather his senses enough to show in the PI with a simple hand motion. They both entered the house, and he silently clicked the door shut. It was a humble home, with knickknacks and simple furniture doting the place. They both sat at the table in the kitchen, with Leonard looking down at his hands, sitting calmly in his lap. After a long silence, he finally spoke, still watching his hands.
"My son had never been like this before. He was just an ordinary kid. He chased girls, tried to get into college, and hung out with his friends. Just a normal kid, like anyone else. Then, a few days ago..." Leonard clenched his jaws, and his hands became fists, balled white. "He left his computer on, that morning. Was in a rush to get to school, for some reason. I went into his room, when I saw it on, to turn it off. He'd left it on a game called Synapse Surge. Some sort of racing game, from what Adrian told me. On the screen, there were chat messages, from a friend called DreyerTofu322. They were discussing some sort of forum, about hacking. Needed Adrian to do something..."
The grieving father ran his hands over his face, tired and extremely agitated. "Then, I got a call. said I need to go to the high school right away. My son was in danger, apparently. Then... Well, you read the news, right? People still do that? You know the rest of the story." Leonard looked up, his eyes red and wet. "I want you to find out what drove my son to do what he did that morning. He'd never do anything like that. I don't know if he was on drugs, or in a gang, whatever. I just need to know. Please."
9:00am
Unwavering, the side of Leonard's mouth just twitched at the mention of his son. Combined with his haggard face, he looked more dead than alive, but still somehow managed to gather his senses enough to show in the PI with a simple hand motion. They both entered the house, and he silently clicked the door shut. It was a humble home, with knickknacks and simple furniture doting the place. They both sat at the table in the kitchen, with Leonard looking down at his hands, sitting calmly in his lap. After a long silence, he finally spoke, still watching his hands.
"My son had never been like this before. He was just an ordinary kid. He chased girls, tried to get into college, and hung out with his friends. Just a normal kid, like anyone else. Then, a few days ago..." Leonard clenched his jaws, and his hands became fists, balled white. "He left his computer on, that morning. Was in a rush to get to school, for some reason. I went into his room, when I saw it on, to turn it off. He'd left it on a game called Synapse Surge. Some sort of racing game, from what Adrian told me. On the screen, there were chat messages, from a friend called DreyerTofu322. They were discussing some sort of forum, about hacking. Needed Adrian to do something..."
The grieving father ran his hands over his face, tired and extremely agitated. "Then, I got a call. said I need to go to the high school right away. My son was in danger, apparently. Then... Well, you read the news, right? People still do that? You know the rest of the story." Leonard looked up, his eyes red and wet. "I want you to find out what drove my son to do what he did that morning. He'd never do anything like that. I don't know if he was on drugs, or in a gang, whatever. I just need to know. Please."
Alternatively Crim and I can PM the conversation, if you want.
@Athos
Sure thing, you guys don't have to wait for me to post, take your time
@Unseen Shade
THat's alright. If you have any troubles or questions, let me know
Okies, I'm going to have a post up responding to those talking to NPCs (Mainly Crim). Good work everybody, nice posts from everyone so far.
Sure thing, you guys don't have to wait for me to post, take your time
@Unseen Shade
THat's alright. If you have any troubles or questions, let me know
Okies, I'm going to have a post up responding to those talking to NPCs (Mainly Crim). Good work everybody, nice posts from everyone so far.
Also, all events will take place two days after Adrian's death. This marks the final constraint on the start. After this, you are free to explore and investigate to your heart's content (barring any cruel traps I lay down as GM, hehe). Remember: Be careful, especially with whom you trust. I'll occasionally post a large post with further material to expand on leads, as well as critical NPCs and other tid bits, but this narrative is largely created by you guys and your interactions. Good luck to you all, and have fun. Feel free to ask me anything you're not sure about.
Btw, Athos, your character is accepted. Plot point inbound to you now.
July 23rd, Williams Public Secondary School, Cafeteria
“No, no, no, this is all wrong. I was promised-“
Adrian had been running for a while now. Everything had gone wrong. He needed to find her, quickly. Before they caught him, he needed to reach Essan, and give her the note. The school had been on lockdown for half an hour now, and SWAT teams had set up barricades, evacuating those who weren’t already taking shelter in the class rooms. To them, Adrian Harvey was a dangerous individual, compounded by the fact that he now possessed an officer’s fire arm. The sleek 9mm pistol was heavy in his hands, and was unnaturally foreign to him, a simple high school student who now held the world upon his shoulders. He hadn’t fired it yet, but it was enough to know that he could kill someone.
As he ran through the hallways, he feverishly searched, to complete his final task. To pass on the torch, so to speak. It was after running around a corner that he saw her, hiding under a desk in the main holo presentation room. Essan. He ran up, and crouched, pointing the gun at her, and trembling. “You, out of there. Now.” As she stood up, he reached into his pockets, and placed the note in her hands, and sighed with relief. “Don’t let them know I gave you this. I know who you are, and you have to do this, later. You are the only one who can do this. Now get back down, befo-“ There was a bang, and a smash, as a small canister smashed through the large wall window, and yellowish smoke filled the room. The stinging gas caused tears to well up in both their eyes, and Adrian sprinted out of the room, coughing and wheezing as he barged through the fire escape door, and ran up the stairs to the roof. In hot pursuit behind him, lower down the staircase, was three SWAT officers, who quickly gave chase.
Moments later, he was out in the hot air of summer, wind whistling through his hair as the early morning sun beat down on him. He ran to the ledge, and looked down the six floors, onto the car park below, where a small crowd had gathered in a safety zone. They looked up, and pointed, yelling and scattering from what they perceived a crazed gun man. Except for a small group, who watched on, in horror. One of those individuals was Leonard, his father. As Adrian looked down, the officers busted onto the roof, and formed a line, aiming their weapons at him. Adrian whirled around, and responded by doing the same. They now stood off against each other, and the officers approached slowly. “You don’t have to do this, kid. We can help you, just put down the gun. You can walk away from this, boy.”
Tears sprang into Adrian’s eyes again, and he sobbed heavily, lowering the gun slightly. He knew it was too late for him. His life flashed before his eyes, and a million thoughts screamed into his head, wracking his body with grief. “There’s only one way to make you understand.” He raised his gun, and clicked off the safety, a loud audible snap. The officers raised their weapons, and froze. “It’s not worth it. Kid. Put the gun down. Now”
“I…I know…. All I need… Is one.” With lightning fast speed, the kid brought the gun up to his head, and closed his eyes, crying hard and tears streaming down his face. And with a deafening crack through the still air, it was all over.
“No, no, no, this is all wrong. I was promised-“
Adrian had been running for a while now. Everything had gone wrong. He needed to find her, quickly. Before they caught him, he needed to reach Essan, and give her the note. The school had been on lockdown for half an hour now, and SWAT teams had set up barricades, evacuating those who weren’t already taking shelter in the class rooms. To them, Adrian Harvey was a dangerous individual, compounded by the fact that he now possessed an officer’s fire arm. The sleek 9mm pistol was heavy in his hands, and was unnaturally foreign to him, a simple high school student who now held the world upon his shoulders. He hadn’t fired it yet, but it was enough to know that he could kill someone.
As he ran through the hallways, he feverishly searched, to complete his final task. To pass on the torch, so to speak. It was after running around a corner that he saw her, hiding under a desk in the main holo presentation room. Essan. He ran up, and crouched, pointing the gun at her, and trembling. “You, out of there. Now.” As she stood up, he reached into his pockets, and placed the note in her hands, and sighed with relief. “Don’t let them know I gave you this. I know who you are, and you have to do this, later. You are the only one who can do this. Now get back down, befo-“ There was a bang, and a smash, as a small canister smashed through the large wall window, and yellowish smoke filled the room. The stinging gas caused tears to well up in both their eyes, and Adrian sprinted out of the room, coughing and wheezing as he barged through the fire escape door, and ran up the stairs to the roof. In hot pursuit behind him, lower down the staircase, was three SWAT officers, who quickly gave chase.
Moments later, he was out in the hot air of summer, wind whistling through his hair as the early morning sun beat down on him. He ran to the ledge, and looked down the six floors, onto the car park below, where a small crowd had gathered in a safety zone. They looked up, and pointed, yelling and scattering from what they perceived a crazed gun man. Except for a small group, who watched on, in horror. One of those individuals was Leonard, his father. As Adrian looked down, the officers busted onto the roof, and formed a line, aiming their weapons at him. Adrian whirled around, and responded by doing the same. They now stood off against each other, and the officers approached slowly. “You don’t have to do this, kid. We can help you, just put down the gun. You can walk away from this, boy.”
Tears sprang into Adrian’s eyes again, and he sobbed heavily, lowering the gun slightly. He knew it was too late for him. His life flashed before his eyes, and a million thoughts screamed into his head, wracking his body with grief. “There’s only one way to make you understand.” He raised his gun, and clicked off the safety, a loud audible snap. The officers raised their weapons, and froze. “It’s not worth it. Kid. Put the gun down. Now”
“I…I know…. All I need… Is one.” With lightning fast speed, the kid brought the gun up to his head, and closed his eyes, crying hard and tears streaming down his face. And with a deafening crack through the still air, it was all over.
Hullo guys. To be honest, I was hungover as yesterday, so I didn't bother. But the first post will be up in a few minutes, promise.
Ok, the first IC post should be up tomorrow. As well as this, you will receive your starting points, and then be free to start. Wait until you receive a message from me though, before you begin. Also, this information is secret, and any findings you make based off of it can only be shared in IC, through meeting characters via any means you can, or want, to use. This may sound confusing, so please, voice your concerns if you have any. I will do my best to help you where I can.
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