CYOA: Eagle Eye

[GrayOldFart]

"CYOA: "Eagle Eye"
An Experimental "Hybrid"
Between
"Choose Your Own Adventure"
And
A Standard Role Play​

This is extremely experimental and will likely be a bust, particularly when you consider how few people post in the Online Role Play forum to begin with. But, still, I want to give it a shot.

The concept is this:

• Our story is inspired by the movie "Eagle Eye". (If you don't know the movie, check it out on IMDB.com.) This is Literotica, of course, so there will be opportunities for sexual situations. And, CYOA style, where these situations go will be of the writer(s)' choosing ...and the consequences will be of their own decisions.
• I will introduce a situation.
• After having PM'd me with your character idea, you will introduce your character, "role play reply" style.
• I will update the situation and your character will have 4 choices, each of which will have consequences. (Only 3 choices will actually be given, with the 4th one being of your own making.)
• After you make your choice and post your reply -- sometimes just the choice, other times a role play reply -- I will update the situation ...and we move forward, repeating another round of what we just did, ultimately achieving our mission ...or, tragically, not.
• New writers may join in at any time, either as a companion character to those already being written -- working closely with or against them as part of their replies -- or in a separate location, meaning little or no connection between their choices and/or replies yet still being part of the story.

So ...let's give this a shot, shall we?

 

[GrayOldFart]

SITUATION:

You awake in a seedy hotel, staring at barred windows, walls of peeling paint, and furniture you wouldn't let your dog sleep on, let alone sit your own ass upon. You can't remember how you got here ...and you certainly don't remember the naked person lying atop the blankets next to you.

You hear a groan and look to the nasty stained carpet, where you find another semi-nude figure stretched out ...atop yet another unknown figure. And, was that a groan coming from the bathroom...? You look around and find AT LEAST six different pairs of shoes scattered about the room. What the hell?

ACTION

• PM me your character idea. The first person to PM interest is the person awaking above, the second is the person asleep, and so on. (There's no telling which characters will be which genders. This could be interesting. Remember, you recall nothing at this moment so if you're not the "same sex" type of writer, don't be turned off, because you may not have done anything intimate with these people.)
• Once you get your approval to play, you may post a brief -- shorter than this post -- introduction of your character and his/her background. (This post will serve as the character's profile for the future, so put some thought into it and please make it brief and to the point.)
• Once we have the first character, the CYOA portion will begin. (The other characters do not need writers for you, the first writer, to begin you CYOA.)

 

[pjt7611]

Name: Shane Willims
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 185-190lbs
Description: Short crew cut brown hair, green eyes, prior military, not built but toned and in shape
Background: Since leaving the military, he has been unable to find steady work which has led to frequent bar visits and developing into pretty much more of a loner type.

I wake up in this seedy room, still groggy trying to figure out what has happened. Even with my life the way it has been, this is a place I would never find myself. My vision begins to clear and I look around seeing other guys and girls laying around the room. I drop my head into my hands rubbing my head trying to jog some kind of memory as to where the hell I am and what has happened.

The last thing I can vaguely remember was going to the bar yesterday evening for a few drinks and a strange guy coming over and sitting next to me at the bar and a conversation starting up. I can't remember what he looked like or anything else about him. I think out loud..."What the hell were we talking about?"

 

[GrayOldFart]

SITUATION

Shane Williams' cell phone rings atop the beer can covered night table across the room.

OPTIONS:

• Answer the phone. Post a short reply.
• Ignore the call and rise, looking for your clothes. The phone will go silent when it goes to voice mail ...and ring again. Post a short reply.
• CYOR: Choose your own response, but read the "Specifics" below. Post a short reply.

SPECIFICS:

• Do not advance the story more than 1 minute.
• Do not leave the bedroom. An action will occur before you are able.
• You may post that others are beginning to stir if you wish. You may post that others converse with you, but no significant conversation.

 

[pjt7611]

As I sit on the bed, my cell rings from across the room. I look at it ringing but ignore it to get up and begin finding my clothes. It eventually stops but then rings again. Again I ignore it finishing putting on my pants and shirt. By this time, some of the other people are beginning to stir but are only mumbling to themselves. I'm guessing they are waking in the same daze I was. My phone rings a third time and I snatch it up off the table. The caller ID says unknown caller. I raise it to my ear...."Hello? Shane speaking."

 

[GrayOldFart]

SITUATION:

A steady, almost monotone female voice replies, "Shane Williams, you have been activated. Proceed to the news stand at South West 14th Avenue and Jefferson. Tell the vendor your name. He will give you a package. Get on the northbound number 44 city bus. You have six minutes."

The line goes silent.

OPTIONS:

• Do as you're told. Post it. Feel free to describe the motel, city, etc.
• Talk to the others, a few of whom stirred to the annoying cell ringer. Post 30 seconds.
• Ignore "The Voice" and the others and continue preparing to depart. Post 30 seconds.
• CYOR. Post 30 seconds. You may bead for the door but don't leave.

 

[pjt7611]

Still holding the phone I begin screaming into the mouthpiece not even thinking about the others in the room..."Hello? Who the hell are you? And where the fuck am I?" I realize the line has went dead. "Fuck this." I turn and begin walking towards the door looking at the others in the room but I never say a word to them.

 

[GrayOldFart]

SITUATION:

Another cell phone rings, then another, and another; soon, bodies are sitting up pulling phones from pockets and purses, answering them with groggy minds and all responding with variations of the same theme:

"Shane who...?"
"You got the wrong number. No Shane here."
"Never heard of a Shane ...Shane, who?"

A moment later, faces are turning your way and hands are reaching out with phones ...offering them to you.

OPTIONS:

• Take a phone, answer it. Post it.
• Ignore this turn of events and, if you wish, flee. You are on the 4th floor and only make it to the 2nd before something happens. Post it.
• CYOR. Post 30 seconds.

 

[pjt7611]

I look at all of them holding their phones to me and my mind is a complete blur....."Son of a bitch. What the fuck is this?" I snatch the door open and run out onto the landing. In such a state of shock trying to figure out what is going on, it's more of a stumbling down the steps than running. I make it down two flights of stairs until I lose my balance and crash into the wall of the 2nd floor landing. I land against the wall on my side on the floor and I begin slowly picking myself back up.

 

[Virgininneed]

(Can I join?)

 

[GrayOldFart]

(Can I join?)

Yes, but please do such communications as this via PM. Thanks.

Send me a PM with a very basic profile. (If you look above, you will see Shane's. It's right on.) After I accept it, you'll be "activated".

 

[GrayOldFart]

SITUATION:

Shane struggles to rise to his feet but finds himself being shoved to the floor by a young man holding a Saturday Night Special in his face.

"Are you Shane Williams?" the man was practically screaming at him. He repeated the question twice more, but Shane was either shocked at the verbal assault or by the pistol aimed between his eyes. The man moved closer and -- with a tone that was almost begging -- said, "Do what she says! You can't stop her! The bitch is every where."

He shoved the pistol into Shane's chest, turned and ran back into his apartment, slamming the door behind him. Almost simultaneously as the young, panicked man was disappearing, a second, older man calmly opened his apartment door and asked, "Are you Shane Williams...?" He held a cell phone out, adding, "There's a woman asking for you."

OPTIONS:

• Concerning the gun, take it or leave it.
• Take the call. Post.
• Flee to the street where you hear approaching sirens. Post.
• CYOR. Post.

 

[pjt7611]

It had been a long time since I had held a firearm in my hands and swore I would never again but the man seemed so desperate. I pick myself up off the floor and tuck the gun in the back of my pants. I look and see the old man holding the phone and then look down the steps thinking about the phone call I received earlier. I go to the old man and take the phone holding it to my ear...."Who the hell are you?"

 

[GrayOldFart]

OOC Note: If there is a link following an Option, DO NOT click on it if you do not choose that option, for you will ruin later surprises. (Most links are provided to speed up the role play or clarify situations but should not be viewed if not applicable.)


SITUATION:

The same, steady female voice answers, "Shane Williams, you have been activated. Your country needs you. Proceed to the news stand at South West 14th Avenue and Jefferson. Tell the vendor your name. He will give you a package. Cross the street. A blue towncar, license plate HHR459 will be waiting. You have four minutes."

The line goes silent.

The old man looks confused, asking, "Are you a friend of Elea?"

OPTIONS:

• Do as you're told. Post it. Feel free to describe the city, streets, newstand, etc. A woman will be in the car; do not describe her as her profile is pending.
• Ask the man about Elea. (If and only if you select this option, Click here)
• CYOR. Post up to 2 minutes.

 

[Virgininneed]

Jenna Thompson
20 years old
Height: 5'0
Weight: 110 lbs
Description: slim figure, dark brown hair and green eyes, very pale skin
Background: College student with an older brother in the hospital with an unknown illness; wants to become a professional dancer; very social; friendly; always smiling and happy

Jenna sat in her car on the street corner looking through her texts. Nothing new. She sighed, sitting back, wishing her life was going the way she had planned. She'd been doing auditions for two years now, at several ballet companies. She was really good, but she hadn't been able to get a job yet.

So far, all she had gotten were a few music videos, but not much more than that. And she needed to help pay her brother's hospital bills. God knows what was wrong with him. Then there was also her college loans. It was a rough time in her life. Nothing seemed to be going right.

If only something interesting would happen to her. Something different. Something new.

 

[pjt7611]

The line again goes dead after the same instructions and I still don't have any clarification on who the voice is. I pull the phone down and look at it then back at the old man. "I'm sorry sir but I have no fucking idea who Elea is unless that's the voice that was on the phone. I have to go" I hand the phone back to him and run down the last two flights of stairs and out the front door of the building.

This part of the city looks as if all the shops have been closed down along the way. Papers are blown all over the streets. Doors and windows have been boarded up. All I can think is I am being recalled somehow by my old unit from hearing my country needs me from the voice. "Where the hell is the god damn news stand?" I turn and see a small stand two blocks up and break out running. I notice no one is around as I get closer and I pull the gun out of the back of my pants as I get closer and point it at the vendor. "Is it you? Is it you on the fucking phone?" He gives me a blank stare. "I'm Shane Williams. I'm Shane fucking Williams. You have a package. I need it." He reaches down and hands me what he has.

I turn and see the car. I run over and jump into the front seat behind the wheel. As I get in I notice a woman in the passenger seat and I point the gun at her. "Who the fuck are you? Is it you calling me on the phone?"

 

[GrayOldFart]

SITUATION: 7:23am

The cell phone sitting in the console of Jenna's dash rang and then -- without her even answering -- a woman's steady, monotone voice said, "Jenna Thompson, you have been activated."

The passenger door flies open and Shane jumps in. "Who the fuck are you? Is it you calling me on the phone?"

[No CYO for a few posts; have a role play discussion. When you're ready for me to jump back in, post an OOC at the bottom of the post.]

 

[Virgininneed]

Jenna looked down as her phone rang, excited, hoping it was a callback for an audition. But then she heard the voice. "Jenna Thompson, you have been activated."

"What the hell?"

She looked up alarmed as a man suddenly threw the door to her car open, jumped in and pointed a gun at her face. "Who the fuck are you? Is it you calling me on the phone?"

Jenna stared up at him, confused and frightened. "What do you want? I don't know what you're talking about! Please just leave me alone!" She stared at the gun, shaking. "Are you going to shoot me? Take my keys and the car. I... I have a little bit of money. Just take it and leave me alone!"

 

[pjt7611]

I lower my voice so as I'm not screaming but I keep the gun leveled at you.

"Ma'am I will ask you again. Have you been calling me telling me to go to the news stand and to enter this car?" I turn my head and look out the windows all around us and see no one else walking around anywhere. There is only us in the car and the man at the news stand.

"Listen to me. This is your one chance. Someone is fucking with me and it had better not be you for your sake. I woke up in a seedy hotel room surrounded by other people I did not know. My phone rang telling me I have been activated and that my country needs me. I was told to pick up a package and get into this car. Is it you? Have you been the one calling me?"

 

[Virgininneed]

"Ma'am I will ask you again. Have you been calling me telling me to go to the news stand and to enter this car?" Jenna shook her head indicating no, shutting her eyes and trembling.

"Listen to me. This is your one chance. Someone is fucking with me and it had better not be you for your sake. I woke up in a seedy hotel room surrounded by other people I did not know. My phone rang telling me I have been activated and that my country needs me. I was told to pick up a package and get into this car. Is it you? Have you been the one calling me?"

She opened her eyes, surprised. "Is this some kind of sick joke or something? Because it's really not funny. Did you call me? Because I just got a phone call saying I'd been 'activated' or whatever the hell that means. And stop sticking that gun in my face!" She glared at him angrily. "And since you're the one who just jumped into my car, maybe I should be asking 'Who the fuck are you?'"

 

[pjt7611]

I lower the gun slightly and reach my other hand up and rub over my head. "Wait. What? You received a phone call saying you've been activated. Are you military? Have you ever been?"

I look down at the unopened package I picked up from the news stand and say out loud but mainly to myself. "What the hell is this?" Then I look back up at you. "OK. I don't know what's going on. We are both getting the same call saying the same thing. My name is Shane. Shane Williams. Someone put this gun in my hand and told me that I have to do whatever the voice says because she is everywhere. I was told to get into your car and that was it. What did they tell you?"

 

[GrayOldFart]

SITUATION:

The female voice -- which Shane was told belonged to a woman named Elea -- sounds again on Jenna's phone. "Shane Williams and Jenna Thompson. Proceed north on Baker Avenue to North West 23rd Street immediately. You will be met by a City Police Officer. Shane Williams, open the package now."

OPTIONS:

• Shane first please:
  • Do as you're told; open the package. (Click here.) Post it.
  • CYOR. Post it.
• Jenna next:
  • Do as you're told and drive. Post it.
  • CYOR. Post it.

 

[pjt7611]

I listen to the voice speak as it gives instructions to both of us. I rip open the package and dump it out onto my lap. Once everything falls out I look down and hold up a 9mm semi automatic pistol and a silencer. "What the hell is this for?" Not even thinking about the issue of fingerprints I pick up both and screw the silencer into the barrel of the 9mm.

I lay it on the seat next to me and slide the other pistol into the bank of my pants again.

 

[Virgininneed]

Jenna relaxed a little as he lowered the gun, but not much. "Wait. What? You received a phone call saying you've been activated. Are you military? Have you ever been?"

"What do you think? No, I'm not military. I'm a college student. Dancer. I have nothing to do with the military!"

"What the hell is this? OK. I don't know what's going on. We are both getting the same call saying the same thing. My name is Shane. Shane Williams. Someone put this gun in my hand and told me that I have to do whatever the voice says because she is everywhere. I was told to get into your car and that was it. What did they tell you?"

"Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all! Just 'you've been activated', whatever the hell that means. And my name's Jenna Thompson since you asked so nicely."

"Shane Williams and Jenna Thompson. Proceed north on Baker Avenue to North West 23rd Street immediately. You will be met by a City Police Officer. Shane Williams, open the package now."

Jenna's eyes widened as he opened the package and pulled out the gun. "What the hell is this for?"

She began to drive, following the directions. "What the hell is going on? Who the hell is doing this? This is insane!"

 

[pjt7611]

"I don't know what to think...uhhh...Jenna was it? But apprently we are thrown into this together so we need to make the best of it."

I toss the 9mm back and forth from hand to hand as you drive. Then I stop and just hold it in my right hand laying across my lap.

"Listen. I'm sorry about earlier. I've been trying to figure out what's going on. I just don't know. All I knew was I'm getting a woman's voice telling me things to do and you're the first one I've run across that seemed to have anything else to do with it."

He watches out the window as they go through lights seemingly towards the destination given by the voice.

"One thing we can agree on though. This is definitely insane and I don't know who's doing it but I'm damn sure going to find out one way or another."