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= The Young Director = Blue Stripe

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Agents of H.E.L.P. - Per Angusta Ad Augusta

Registering interest.

If places fly off the shelves please be understanding that i will become available on a permenant basis within the next week.

Working on character sheet now.

H.A.R.M.O.N.Y

Hope you guys plan to play a raccoon city angle.

(((( Hero Complex ))))

Interested.

The Neighborhood Watch

Happy Easter!!

Nina Simone
youtube.com/watch?v=DtJzr1Wcy_s

Just to let you know what Carl is feeling.

If anyone wants to pick up his phone number and send him a contact request we can meet behind Graces'.

The Neighborhood Watch

There was a dark flash before Carls eyes,

Where did i go just now? He saw his father and grandpa, their backs were to him.

Stillness…

Reality seemed fuzzy…

They were abandoned… now… no… for-saken… forsaken… Forsaken! GOD Jesus god NO!

What has forsaken them? This is not of this earth! What in gods name has forsaken them. It better not be ME… Itd better not be me… i have not forsaken them! I HAVE NOT!

Then as if escaping through a tunnel he emerged back in study room C.

Tears rolled down his cheek.

I’D NOT FORSAKE THEM
I’D NOT DO IT.
I’D NOT.

He was raising his voice.
He lept up out of his seat bumping the table forward an inch, startling the group back to wakefulness. Then grabbed his phone from his pocket.

The small screen illuminated.
Ti-tick-ti-tick

“Dad, Grandpa, i just need to check in with you… make sure your safe… please respond as soon as you get this text.”
SEND

He took out a pen and scrawled down his phone number on the table itself.
I… i gotta go. Change of plans.

He rose from his seat.
All of the water droplets slid off as ice from his windbreaker. The ice droplets settled on the floor noiselessly.

With that he was out into the hall and out into the rain.

The rain had worsened and was coming down in sheets like slate. The pounding curtains of rain washed over the windscreens of cars and a van parked outside.

Not bothering to even walk on the sidewalk he squelched down the middle of the road. Passing by the power lines on one side he checked his phone again. Rain pattering off the screen.

-No reply-

Carl felt a rising fear and thunder let out a low rumble. Turning the corner he assured himself hed made the right decision, putting his families safety first. Coming to the junction that was mainstreet he felt himself start to pound the ground with his feet.

Crossing the garden diagonally he saw his dads car out front.
Please please please let him be safe. Please god please!!

Fumbling for his keys in the rain he opened the front door, headed across the hall and through the secret door to the sound recording studio. The door opened with a hush on the carpeted floor to the secret den.

Nothing. Dark.

Rain dripping off his red windbreaker Carl could hear a small repeating noise coming from the corner.

Thum…

He walked over to where it was coming from… the record players disk was spinning, but it had long since finished playing…

Thum… thump… thump…

Carls eyes narrowed… and he lifted its arm off of the record thread…

“Dad…”

His finger twitched as he placed the needle back down on the thread. The speakers came to life.

“And what have i got?? Am i alive anyway… what have i got, that no-one can take away!!!”
He recognised it, nina simone. -one of his dads favourites

He stopped the recording.

There was a buzzing and a light lit up from his pocket.

Rapidly he flipped out his phone.

“Yeah-son, im alright, just had some motor trouble out on the side of the road. Everything alright with you… ?” It was grandpa Donald.

Within a few seconds Carl tried to focus his mind. He tried to reach out to sense his fathers heat-point. Carl expected a hand to slowly come to him with a finger, pointing his location. But what happened instead was breathing. Slow and regular.
Carl barrelled out of the room to the den. The door creaked open, slowly… the tv was on…. revealing the sleeping form of his father. Carl felt all the blood in his body hit his feet. Oh thank-god.

He just stood there, rain dripping onto the floor. Watching for several seconds. Just listening to his father sigh with sleep.

Thats it.
He was not letting this off the hook.

He took out his cellphone, the screen lit up.

tick-ti-tick-ti

“Yeah im fine…” he texted his grandpa again
then his mind poised on a thought…
“Ill be out back behind Graces-Grotto” … he mused at what hed just written…
It would only take a few more minutes for him to head back over there on his bike.
“Could you pick me up… when your trucks working again?”
SEND

Slowly closing the door to the den. Carl moved with quiet determination out to the side passage where his bike was.
Mounting the saddle he pushed off in the direction of Graces’ Grotto.

His mind sped through a few conclusions.
“Lets say that wasn't a hallucination… lets say that it wasn't brought on by heatstroke… which it wasnt… because he can detect his fathers breathing… we still gotta get to the bottom of this.

What is it Cahill had said? Time was a factor? And that other thing he said, did she seem like a bad actor, NO! Well... no... you didnt know... moveing onward there has to be a clear deliniation between things we think and things we know... but did Cahill say he can detect magnetic fields... what does that mean about my own ability, can i detect heat? And he said he causes the lights to fritz... is that like what happened to me with the refrigerator? Carl abandoned this line of questioning, the real burning question was what was putting his father and grandfather in danger... for a matter of fact... the men of the household... what could he do about it? WEAREWATCHING... yeah well now im watching... watching YOU!” He grunted.

He pulled his bicycle down the side street by Redstone Hardware. Dismounted and walked the bike out behind the dumpsters behind Graces’.

Pulling out his phone he tried to see if he had any contact requests. His phone showed just one.
He approved it and opened the text tab.
Pacing backwards and forwards not sure what to say he simply tapped out:

“Out behind Graces’ dumpsters. Backup?”

Orst — Official Roleplay Starter Thread

Yes! I love your writing thus far. I'd like to join as a magi-tech diesel-punk civilisation with a character based off of Sisyphus and ancient Corinth.

I dont have access to discord, so ill present a charsheet here for gms' endorsement, perusal and approval!

The Neighborhood Watch

Carl Knight

---- One Week Earlier ----

Carl flips through the notifications on his phone while trudging down mainstreet. Turning the corner where the hardware store was the sun was particularly high in the sky. It was 12 and he was just heading back from the GYM. Still wet from the shower he thought he'd dry in the sun. He was headed to the Diner for his usual lunch. Except he noticed the new cafe, Graces Grotto. Far from being surprised given the towns history for the paranormal he didnt blink an eyelid and headed in, probably for something like pumpkin-spiced soup.
There was a chime as he entered through the glass front door and shuffled passed the busy tables. Scanning the chalk sign for something like a burger.
"Hello young gentleman"
Uhm hi, i'd like aaah...
“I know just what you need” Said Grace
“A menu” Grace pushes the menu into Carls hand.
ah-o id like an uuuhm...
Carl scanned the menu, it was filled with the typical hocus-pocus themed lunch menu. Lets see here...
Oh, wow, waffle-sausage burger!
Ill take one please?
"Home-made Ketchup?"
Oh you bet.
"Any Coffee"
With a warm smile Carl returns "How did you know?"

Within a second Carl shuffled sideways into one of the stall seats and was shovelling his burger into his mouth. The ketchup was fantastic!! Tasted of fried zucchini, paprika, both sweet and salty.
Taking a drag from his Coffee in between mouthfulls he began to shuffle through his checklist in his mind.
Got my course work, professor gave us a week to complete the first design for the shirt... wait...
Something didnt seem right...
"There you go, cav"
Had she called him cav? That wasnt his name. Did she really call him that? He mused as he took another mouthfull.
Finishing the last of his coffee including the dregs which trickled down, it was a beautiful coffee. Perfect temperature and the flavour was smooth with a slight clawing at the back of your throat. The smell was something in between java and amazonian with a hint of some herb. He scrunched up his frown. I hope people arnt gonna start calling me ‘cav’, maybe she had misheard his name was Carl… both started with a ‘C’ anyhow. But how did she even know his name atall? With little more thought he brushed it off, grabbing his GYM bag he headed off in the direction of the college.

Later that day Carl was the worse for wear. He kicked his shoes off as he entered into his room. Stretching to undo his shirt he winced, the heat of the day was unbearable. What was going on? He felt like he was covered from head to toe in sunburn. Only worse. The heat travelled up and down in waves like an ocean. What could be happening? Reluctantly he thought he might be suffering from an illness and crawl under his prestine cotton bedsheet. Closing his eyes there was a flash and smoke. He could hear the booming in the distance. What in the hells? He tightened his fatigue shirt. There was a tinkle of metal. "If we dont get out of here they'll swing around" The orders were plain and their importance bode a slowly dawning terror. "Listen if we dont make it, someones gotta check in on my darlin'", "Shhhh!" whistled Knight. "All we gotta do is keep our heads down and they'll pass right by us". There was a crack from over by the treeline and all-at-once Carl woke up drenched in sweat.

How long had he been asleep? Had he slept through 5th period? No matter… he was just exhausted.
Trying to close his eyes he could feel something moving on his skin. No, it felt more like a heat signature. Slowly it moved around to his ribs.
There was a creek of the door and his mom poked her head in. With intuition she had known something was wrong with her son.
“What is it? You didn't even come in for dinner?”
Sorry mom, just tired from gym.
“Ok, well ive left you some steak in the fridge”
A moment passed.
Im up. Im up.
A steak is something he couldn't afford to pass up, no matter how much courage it took to fight his way through the sun stroke.
Trudging through to the kitchen he opened the refrigerator. There she was, all gleaming with fried-goodness.
But the refrigerator revealed something else. The heat of his heat stroke retracted instantaneously to a gleaming point over his heartspace and his body absorbed the cold weather of the appliance, all that was left was a prick of heat, the size of a finger… He could feel everyone in the house as they were moving. More so with the quiet crackling of the fridge, he could hear his breathing. But there was something more, he could feel the breaths of everyone in the household, as though they were breathing on his skin, his arm hairs pricked up.
Well… this is new. I seem to have ESP… he said drowsily. Hope it isn't always this exhausting…

---- 19:00 Study Room C ----
Carls trainers squelched in the gutter as he mounted the pavement. Maddeningly, not much had changed since he’d discovered he had super powers. He hadn't been contacted by some secret order of heroes, or kidnapped by black ops. What HAD changed was his approach to life. There was something about knowing you had super powers which brought a tremendous restructuring of his priorities. Carl felt it was only a matter of time before someone else figured it out.
Tucking down his red windbreakers’ hood that was covering his jacket, shirt and jeans, he was covered in the residue of rain. Waving at Mrs.Winters he proceeded to the study room corridor passing by a display textbook shelf.

Stopping at study room C he turned the aluminum handle and went in. A few moments passed shyly he stood there blinking, then sat down at the table with the group that was already there.

Are you the group thats about Graces Grotto? Ive been having these weird side effects, something in the coffee, been keeping me out of the shower for days, even walking in the rain’s about all i can stand, you guys have been affected too right?
I need this to go away because ive got studies but i kinda wanna get to the bottom of this…

A few moments passed the flustered bodybuilder proffered out a hand to all of those sat at the table. Though he was broader in the shoulders than most of the other occupants of the tiny room there was nothing off-putting about him.

Sorry, where’s my manners. -Its like I've got fingers running up and down my arms!- The names’ Carl Knight!

Carl tried to force a congenial smile but it was hard with a group of students he didn’t know. He thought he recognised some of them on campus but couldn't be sure. Thinking he’d better put his best side on show was one thing, doing it was another. The trickling of finger nails, each one denoting a position of an occupant in the building was beginning to fray his nerves. It was always more unbearable in the rain. Somehow the temperature differential…

"Cian Cahill. I put up the flyers about Grace’s."
Cahill was about what you’d expect of a nerdish type. He wouldn't look very out of place with a lab-coat on. For a matter of fact if you let your vision blur his white hoody sorta resembled a lab-coat.

"That's me! This is where I haunt!" said Watkins with a typical display of the cripple kids gumption. He lent over the table with a jaunty movement, though Carl could see that his condition must be improving as he was visibly in less pain.

Olive was already sitting, she seemed to be wearing allot of skater attire. So Carl assumed she would be easy to find down by the skater park. Though he did note a few band name bracelets hung from her wrist.

Carl noted that Dasher closely resembled Gordon Freeman from the games. He hoped that between him and Cahill they’d get some answers to what was happening to them. Hopefully before one of them had to visit the hospital.

Jacob was playing his cards close to his chest. Carl tried to guess what he studied but his outward demeanour displayed very little.

Serena was sitting listening to everything that was going on. Her mind was clearly processing, if it was social anxiety it didn't show, instead a beam of healthy zeal radiated off-of her. Carl noted the juxtaposition between Serena and Olive. One was clearly dark one was clearly light. Carl briefly compared them to the game pokemon, if Serena was Vulpix then Olive was probably an Absol.

In a moment the conversation had run on.

"Could you guys, I dunno, keep it down? I'm trying to think here."
"You guys might call me crazy, but I think that place, Grace's or Gertrude's or something, might have messed me up a little.” said Jacob
“You’re not crazy.” Cahill responded.

Carl let out a big exhalation WHOOT. Finally. I was beginning to think i was the only one.

He let it hang there and hoped it sounded more confident than he felt. “That feeling you have. I have it too. That's why I put up the flyers. That's why we're all here.”

Gathering himself Carl tried to show composure, though it was getting easier. So when you say feelings… you couldn't possibly be talking about… conspiracies, we couldn't be talking about something thats only… skin-deep He let his witticism shimmy its way though the air. The smile peeking from the edges of his face.

Within a second Cahill started scratching with a marker into the board

WHERE IS GRACE?

WHY NO RECORDS?

Carl had hoped there was more to go on. Could it be that she had blown into town, was she working for some shady chemical factory searching for human test subjects. What did the government know? And if he did go to Uncle Sam would he end up in some secret research lab? Quest as he might Carl couldn't push the possibility out of his mind, “could this really be a supernatural occurrence” if it did it was the first genuine experience he’d had in Redstone.

If we havent got any records, maybe someone could find one of the coffee cups, or better yet a coffee filter? It was a good idea, as good as any. These were the first steps in building a case. However the trail was about cold being over a week ago. The only way to get the disposable coffee cups would be to raid the dumpster behind the old set of buildings where Graces Grotto was placed. Either that or they'd have to approach it from another angle.

The Neighborhood Watch

Carl Knight

Carl Knight

Jacket

Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Design Student & Bodybuilder.

Appearance: Hight 6ft, Eyes blue, Hair Black,

Tattoo

Background:
Sometimes you just need a Knight.

Carls family lives out of a grand old bricks and mortar townhouse just next to mainstreet. The property is highly desired but has remained in the family since the 1950s when the family patriarch moved to Redstone as returning victors from world war 2. The house has five rooms and is famed for its period decor, mythical extra room, and for its denizens being almost 3rd generation Redstonians.
The families Patriarch Stanley Knight works as a machine tool engineer and salesman, and is in high demand all around Arizona. Though his chief passion is classical music. Having forked out enough money for his own sound mixing and recording desk in the extra room, Carls father sometimes returns home from buisness trips with rare records of both classical and country music from the 20s and has been in the local newspaper on occassion and hosted extremely rare recordings at public gatherings of unknown musicians from the 1800 and so on.

Carls cramped room gives host to his bodybuilding equipment, though hes been at it for a little over 4 years he has great gainz and explosive power. He spends most of his income on supplements to keep his physique growing. His wardrobe is host to a number of old Army jackets, which he swaps out on laundry day, as-well as genes. Set a little to the side is his laptop and consol along with a quaint old whicker chair which he bought himself from a flea market. Next to his plasma screen the entire series of X files is proudly displayed along with a plastic halloween jack-o-lantern.

In the drive way is his fathers vehicle of choice, a Ford Crown Victoria and in the garden out back is Carls bicycle. Having a bicycle allows Carl to ride back and forth from campus and the GYM. It also isnt too bad for building his lower-body strength.

Personality: (how does your character behave? what are their strengths and flaws?)
Carls personality can be best described as joking but not a jock. Carl Knight always saw the other students as someone deserving of his protection, never his scorn. No matter how bad a day you were having you couldnt take it out on someone else, thats just lacking in courage!
Carl studies design, mostly the professors are starting him on chicken feed; t-shirts and posters, but soon he hopes to be designing keyboards and mouses and other electronics. He was enthusiastic when he leant the amount of detail that goes into a shopping cart, not to mention the new dock for the scanner. Such things fill his mind with dreams of redesigning his entire world!!! A place where big people dont need to be afraid.
Carl has known a few lunks in his time and mostly doesnt have time for the self-actualisation of making smaller kids lifes harder.
Carls favourite passtime, aside form the GYM, is his console and his figurine collection. He just recently completed Killzone 2 and is a prolific online team death match player. When it comes to his preferred role he always picks the Tactician. His KDR (Kill Death Ratio) is around 1 in 20 and usually in the top 3 leaderboards online.

Connections: (family, friends, rivals, or any notable ties to the town or other characters. collaboration with other interested parties is encouraged)

Father: Stanley Knight
Mother: Leesa Knight
Sisters: Francis and Winter Knight
Brother: Ross Knight
Grandfather: Donald Knight (Open for collaboration with anyone who might know the old timer Donald.)

Emerging Power: Ever since the event at Graces cafe, Carl has been able to sense the slightest breath on his skin, the slightest tinge of currents of air, the ever so subtle heat change of a person standing 7 or 8 meters away. For the first 3 days he couldnt even tolerate the heat change of going into a shower. After about a week he had it under control. Carl has the ability to detect the presence of persons or animals anywhere nearby him by their bodyheat alone, or the subtlety of their breathing. From this he can determine how hot the creature is, or weather it is breathing because it is exhausted or very big.

Personal Motivations:
Apart from Carls obsession with the X files box set. He doesnt attach much significance to paranormal. Seeing it mostly as a diversion.
What does grind his gears is bullies. Ever since he witnessed someone gossiping behind someones back at his highschool about the cripple kid Watkins he has detested those who strike at each other from the shadows. They don't know how hard Watkins worked before he tore himself a new one. In Knights view that makes him even more of a hero and those who criticise him merely feared standing in his shadow.

Additional Notes:
Carls Grandfather Donald Knight used to take him trail walking out by the Pine forest. Even promised to show him the old shack by the jeep trail. [New location suggested, old jeep trail shack].

Personal Hex Code: FFF8DC Cream