Lord Wraith

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

_{'Cause when you lie like, the devil himself, no angels gonna hear your…}

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C R Y F O R H E L P
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Status: URGENT
Time of Day: Night
Weather: Rain

As the elevator opened to the penthouse floor, Antonio's radio crackled.

"Antonio." A voice said over the radio. "Uh boss, we may have a small problem."

"What is it?" Antonio responded.

"CCPD Detective poking around, Priya somethingmiddleeastern." Came the reply. "She asked us a couple questions, we answered them. Don't think she was convinced."

"Then shoot on sight and dispose of her quickly." Antonio stated coldly. "Use a silenced weapon if you got one, if not grab a pillow. There's enough panic on the street as is without weapons' fire." His expression soured as his eyes rolled at the incompetence of these men. Turning his attention back to the penthouse in front of him, Antonio nodded to the two guards standing outside as he approached.

"So what's this big surprise?" He asked, "Who exactly did we find in here?"

"Of all the gin joints." The gangster said with a smile. "Brucie, why don't we just show him."

"One of you had best show me before me I take it personally." Antonio answered, his hand on his gun as he pushed his blazer aside.

"Easy, easy." Bruce replied as he pushed the door open. "Dante del Fierro, fucking hookers and snorting coke in this fine establishment."

"The nerve of some people's children." Antonio mockingly chided as he looked around the room, Dante was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a pair of red panties stuffed in his mouth while a silk tie was wrapped over his eyes. Handcuffs held him to the chair while the hookers sat terrified on the bed.

"Call the Russian and move Dante downstairs, Francesca will be so happy to hear what her boy has gotten into." Antonio said with a smile as he moved to leave the room. "Oh and good job boys," He said looking towards the girls. "Why don't you treat yourself to some fun."

Chuckling darkly, Antonio entered the elevator punching the button for the lobby. Despite the hiccup with the detective, this night could turn out positive yet.

Crestwood Hollow

@FantasyChic Happy to hear it!

Crestwood Hollow

Alright, that should stir the pot some.

Crestwood Hollow

S E B A S T I A N S C O T T:

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^{Monday September 26TH - 1:57 PM | Mather Memorial High School}

Fists clenched beneath the desk as the 'substitute' teach hurled his barbs across the room. Either Jonas kept very detailed accounts on all his students or this 'Kit' individual had been following them for quite some time.

Following them...

The thought echoed through Sebastian's head for a few seconds as he began to connect the dots. All the class had was Kit's words that Jonas had asked him to replace them. With everything that Kit seemed to know about the various members of the group, he could have been the one who orchestrated Jonas' arrest, perhaps even the individual who took Elroy in the first place. Theories began to quickly form in Sebastian's head as his hyper-speed formulated ideas faster and faster. The hackles on the back of Sebastian's neck began to rise as something primal stirred in his chest, the scratch marks burning as Kit's smell made itself known to Sebastian's nose. A feral unhinged feeling unleashed itself within Sebastian as the need to defend his territory arose. Shooting up from his seat, Sebastian flipped his desk over as he pointed a long fingernail towards Kit.

"I've got a fuckin' interesting question for you!" He snarled. "Are you a Draoi?" Sebastian's tone was accusatory as his body language became defensive, kicking over another desk as if trying to build an impromptu barricade between the class and Renard.

"Where's Jonas?" Sebastian asked as he added a chair to his barricade. "What have you done with him? If he's dead, then so hope me, I will rip you limb from fuckin' limb."

"If he makes any sudden movements, Evander freeze his ass to the wall." Sebastian ordered as he raised his other hand to point towards Aiden, the finger showing the same long hooked nail as his accusatory hand. "You be ready to fry his ass in the event ice doesn't fuckin' work." To the rest of the class, Sebastian didn't issue any orders but he moved himself to a more central location, looking towards Winter as he did. Moving to put himself in a protective position in front of the girl, any doubts about Sebastian's true feelings were immediately resolved.

"You got the best look at the Draoi the night of the dance, Winter." He stated, "Does this guy look anything like the one that attacked us." He asked, the tension hanging in the room.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

And I posted. I'm leaving some room in in case @Lord Wraith or @SgtEasy want to step inside as well.

@FantasyChic

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

God Wraith, you had to throw the posting order off. Acting like you own the place.

@BlackSam3091

Actually I just bought it.

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<Snipped quote by FantasyChic>

Okie dokie ^^ I'll let you post before me then cause we're in sort of a post order right now XD

@SgtEasy

Sort of :P

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

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^{Friday, April 07, 2017 - 9:53 PM | Rhodes Lighthouse - New Alexandria}

Rain hammered on the windshield of the large Dodge Durango as Joseph guided it down the empty main street of New Alexandria. While he called the Pointe Bordeaux home, something had always drawn him to New Alexandria. Grimm had been among his top picks for post secondary education but unfortunately it didn’t offer the courses he needed and Joseph had been forced to settle for Slater in Larissa. Still, he had spent some time on the island while dating a girl from Grimm and something about New Alexandria called to him.

What was her name?

The name seemed to escape Joseph, shrugging he decided it was best not to dwell on it, the relationship had ended for a reason and he had moved on. The road transitioned from well maintained pavement abruptly into rough gravel as Joseph felt the vehicle’s tires sink slightly as the softened mud sank under the weight of the vehicle. Climbing the hill to the Rhodes Lighthouse, Joseph was forced to reduce speed as the soft road threatened to give way, sending both him and the Durango spiralling down into the crashing pacific as the echo of the waves slapping against eroded stone could be heard over the rain. Tire tracks were all over the road indicating that more than just the victim had been out here recently. Finally coming to a stop in front of the abandoned lighthouse, Joseph noticed a black Bentley with its rear windshield smashed. Climbing out of the large SUV, Joseph pulled out a utility flashlight as he tried to illuminate the dim area.

“Paramedic!” He called, as he approached the car. Glass littered the backseat indicating the window had been smashed in while a ring of tire tracks surrounded the car. The driver’s side door hung open, but the occupant was gone. Walking over to the side of the car, Joseph couldn’t see any evidence of blood but the rain could have very well have washed it away.

“Who even called me?” He muttered as he slicked back his wet hair, pulling the bangs from his eyes.

“I did.” A feminine voice answered from inside the car. Shining the flashlight inside the car, Joseph looked around confused by the lack of a person.

“Who’s talking?” He asked continuing to shine the flashlight inside the car.

“I am.” A faint glow came from the car’s dashboard before suddenly the projection of an attractive young woman appeared in the passenger seat. “My name is Serenity, I work for Mr. Charles Michaels.”

“Nice…” Joseph took a step back. The whole situation was rather odd. “Nice to meet you Serenity. In the emergency call, you mentioned an older man who was injured, where would he be?”

“Charles is inside the lighthouse. He asked me not to call for any emergency services but that was a direct contradiction of my programming. Charles had programmed me to ensure the safety of my riders and to contact the appropriate emergency services in the event of an accident.” Serenity continued.

Half listening to the prattling A.I., Joseph turned his flashlight towards the lighthouse. The Rhodes Lighthouse had stood on the edge of Crescent City since World War II. Disguised as a lighthouse, it had been constructed for use as a watchtower after the attack on Pearl Harbor. Following the war it fell out of use, although rumors certainly circulated the abandoned tower. When Michaels’ Industries purchased it, many assumed they would be restoring it but no action had come from the company yet.

“How do I get in the lighthouse?” Joseph asked, turning back towards the car.

“You don’t.” Came a gruff reply as Joseph turned to see a man limping towards him, leaning heavily on a cane. His features were hidden behind unkempt hair and a scraggly beard, silver with streaks of black throughout, the man pushed past Joseph before scolding the car.

“I told you not to call for the emergency services. I can take care of myself.”

“Your heart can not handle that kind of strain.” Came Serenity’s reply as Joseph studied the man. His knuckles were bloody, so whatever had happened had obviously resulted in some kind of alteration, and it had been messy. A blood stain took up the majority of the man’s right thigh, Joseph noted until he realized that it wasn’t a stain but a wound.

“You’ve been shot.” Joseph exclaimed, swinging his bag around for use.

“It went clean through, it’ll be fine.” The older man said dismissively as he tried to close the door to the car only for Joseph to hang onto it.

“I need to treat that wound Sir.” Joseph argued back.

“I have a legal right to decline treatment.” Came the other male’s response as thunder boomed overhead, lightning illuminating the dark night sky.

“And you’d be an idiot to do it right now.” Joseph snapped right back. “Why won’t you let me help you?” Joseph said as he dropped his paramedic bag in frustration, the name on his jacket becoming visible to the other man for the first time.

“Thoreau?” The older man questioned. “As in D.A. Silas Thoreau?” He asked.

“The one and the same,” Joseph replied not bothering to hide his annoyance. “He’s my old man.”

Faking a wince, the older man suddenly moved to get out of the car. Allowing himself to stumble to the ground without making it apparent to the younger man, looking up, he forced a sheepish expression on to his face as he addressed Joseph.

“Well Mr. Thoreau, it looks like I may have let my stubbornness get the better of me. Perhaps you should take a look at my leg.”

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

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^{A Night in April 1985 | New Lilith}

The shadow of darkness coated the entire city. Not a single light shone for miles around as the blackout took its toll on the city. The city was quiet, almost eerily so as the general population had opted to stay inside rather than risk the streets of the crime-ridden city. Hanging suspended from a lamp post, the blood rushed to the head of one Mister Luke Bard as he tried to reach for the bindings around his ankles only for the masked man to suddenly push him, spinning the former high school jock before he came to a sudden stop, face to face with his captor.

“What's a burnout like you doing here? Little far from the Wharves for a King.” The masked man growled, his voice low and gravelly like someone doing a bad Clint Eastwood impression.

“Go fuck yourself.” The other man grunted as his face began to turn purple. Luke was dizzy, disoriented even. He had been minding his own business, waiting for pick up when his feet had been swept out from underneath him. Now he was upside down, face to face with a psycho whose wardrobe choices resembled Mad Max crossed with a ninja.

“You’re not that tough.” The mask growled as he cracked his fingers and delivered a blow to Luke’s abdomen. "Eventually, you're all cowards."

“Won't tell you nothing, I can’t… tell you!” The man protested only for the vigilante to hit him again. "They'll fucking kill me!" He protested as the masked man delivered another blow. A wave passed through Luke's body, a sensation like his organs were rupturing before he started coughing and spat blood towards the ground.

"Not if I kill you first." Came another growl as the vigilante drew his fist back.

“New Lilith National, fuck!” Luke yelled as the vigilante held his fist and released the gangbanger to the ground. "It's the damn bank! The Kings are going to hit New Lilith National."

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” The vigilante replied slapping Luke's face lightly, a smirk crossing his face beneath the masked around the upper half of his head. Pulling a grappling device from his belt, the vigilante ascended the nearby building, headed towards the bank.

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^{Friday, April 07, 2017 - 9:41 PM | Club Nevermind - Milk Street}

The pounding bass helped the block the thoughts haunting Joseph Thoreau as he sipped on a strong drink. Lights flashed from the dance floor as numerous people threw everything they had into the beat of the music. There was something about living in a state of emergency that made people connect to themselves on a deeper level, they suddenly made time for fun. Carpe diem, seize the day. If death was going to stare you in the face, then it was best to ensure you died with no regrets. Fulfil your every desire, live out every whim.

The city’s main routes had been blocked in the storm, therefore everyone in this club were just as trapped in the city as Joseph was. Not that Joseph considered himself trapped per say, he felt a duty to stay behind. The city needed as many trained professionals now as they ever had. More importantly however was his mother’s murder.

Son of Crescent City’s District Attorney, it wasn’t like it didn’t make sense for the family to have enemies. Silas Thoreau had been as hard on crime as the Mavericks themselves except unlike the vigilantes, Joseph’s father was limited by the law. During a political rally to gain support behind mayoral candidate Emilie Blake, one of the local crime lords ordered a hit on Silas, a hit that went south and resulted in the death of Joseph’s mother Samantha. Since then, Crescent City’s police force had proved to be rather incompetent in solving the murder, their forces stretched far too thin by the increased crime brought on by the city’s state of emergency.

The city had a strict anti-vigilante by-law, Joseph of all people should have known that, his father had passed it after all. But the dead could not cry out for justice, it was his job to do so for his mother. As such, Joseph had begun his own investigation into the shooting, tracking down gangbangers and any other manner of scum in the Larissa area to find out what they knew. When you had access to medical grade sedatives, it wasn’t hard to subdue a target and put them into a vulnerable position.

“I kind of feel like I’m carrying this whole conversation.” The voice of Ellara Valentine brought Joseph’s attention back to his surroundings as he ran a hand sheepishly through his hair before giving his date a broad smile.

“Sorry, I was lost in your eyes.” Joseph replied as Ellara rolled her eyes and playfully punched him in the arm.

“Well if you could come back to me, I’d like some actual company.” She said with a bat of her eyelashes. “I didn’t get out of the hospital for a night of talking to myself.” The resident added with a raised drink.

“I mean, we’re both on call so don’t count yourself out yet.” Joseph added toasting her raised drink with his own.

“And you just jinxed it.” Ellara pouted as Joseph’s cellphone began to ring. “Way to go, Joey.”

“Sorry, El.” He muttered as he quickly slid his thumb across the screen and put the phone up to his ear while covering the other to block out the noise from the club. “Rhodes, got it.” He stated as he climbed off the bar stool and grabbed the paramedic jacket off the back of the chair.

“We should do this again…” He began to say as Ellara’s cell began to go off. “When the world isn’t ending.” He added with a slight smirk. Reaching over, he kissed the girl on the cheek as she quietly waved goodbye while listening to her own call. Placing a twenty on the counter, Joseph headed for the door.

Rain hit his face almost immediately as he exited the club. Cold and blowing off the coast, it was the kind of wet that would chill you to the bones if you weren’t careful. Walking briskly, Joseph climbed into the large paramedic SUV before starting the engine and turning on the interior heat. Putting the vehicle into gear, Joseph guided the vehicle out of Club Nevermind’s parking lot before turning the sirens on and taking the main route towards New Alexandria.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

Great posts everyone! Hoping to get one done myself later today.