Mayhem in a smalltown

[Jagged]

OOC:
(setting) Nothing much to do in Farmington a typical small town in upstate New York. The town of 1,000 mostly farm and drink beer and seem to far from anything. On the East side of town there is an old Air Force base which is still in use though at least a third of it appears empty. On the western side of town there is an extensive series of under ground caves where after Vietnam the military dumped hundreds of drums of toxic waste and other harmful martials from the whole region. The caves were sealed with concrete, and it was thought would never seep out(they were wrong). Plant and animal mutations have been seen by the locals, and Air Force personnel have witnessed similar things. To the North of town past the Sheriff's is the Highway and a few hours of a long and lonely drive you will be in Buffalo. To the South you will mostly find woods and most of the town farms. The Toxic waste has also has a few other unpleasant effects. Namely zombies. Also the Sheriff's office has been looking to a cult of an unknown size made up of area high school seniors. They are rumored to have been buy weapons, selling drugs, and committing strange rituals including sex acts.

As for me I just moved into town. I have setup a new gunshop (though there are others even though the town is small) which also carries some hunting equipment. After an injury to my knee in the line of duty I am no longer fit to be state troop so I am here in Farmington. I have a PI's license, and a degree in criminal just and paranormal investigations. My traier is behind the sjop. I am always looking for new employees and other like minded individuals to look into these strange problems. So drop by Hank's Guns or I am regular at the Recloud Diner 5 nights of the week. The other night probably a the StoneHill pub in the middle of town.


The game is affoot.....

 

[kamalw1]

Is it okay if I play the sheriff?

 

[Evil Attorney]

I have an intresting character for you.

A guy who is a security consultant, who moonlights as a hitman very ocasionaly for his former employers, and has come to town to purchace a small plot out in the country under a false name as a little hideaway for times when he wants to disapear from everyone.

Late 40's, doesn't look fit or tough, but thats cause he keeps 10 extra pounds on his frame on purpose.

He is Ex-Naval Inteligence and worked during the dying days of the cold war, but has since officialy retired and started his own buisness.

Thanks to some bribery, favors and field craft, he has perfect ID for his second persona.

This area is supposed to somewere were he can come, relax, and worry about absolutely nothing.

How wrong he will be...

 

[Jagged]

IC:Hey boys good ideas thus far....


First not the Sheriff should be an NPC, but feel free to join the police or fire department.



The "security consultant" character sounds great. Perhaps your plot is not far from the cave system. The old chain link blocking off the area has long since fallen apart.



Oh and my oops. I can spell shop and the Diner is Redcloud Diner. Have to remember to proof read.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Well, I don't want him that close.

Someone like him would have a little "kit" in his hummer, and that kit would have some chemical detectors, so that would make things too easy to find.

(Spend over a decade in inteligence and you get a little paranoid too...)

Better let events lead him into realising that some weird shit is occuring, and have him decide if its worth looking into (or he could just leave...) and if he decides to look into things, make him search for things instead of noticing the sealed off caves in his backyard with the warning signs on it that used to be part of an AF base.


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Merryl Pope (or so his ID said) drove up to the house he had seen a month ago with the real estate agent.

It was a little run down, and a bit out of the way, but everything worked, had a finished basement, a sturdy barn, and a clear line of sight for his satelight dish so he could get pay per view.

The best part of the town was the location.

Nowere. Absolutely nowere.

Ok, he was near an Air Force base, but he never served their, never served with anyone who was currently their, and besides, none of the Air Force people knew who he was now.

Besides, it was the Air Force, and what could they ever do right?

As much as he liked his place in Arlington, VA, which was his home and were his main offices were, this place was off the beaten track and perfect for him to use as his refuge from the hussle and bussle of life, and an even better place to hide for those rare times after he did a little work on the side (unofficial side, to be sure...) for Uncle Shugar.

Like now.

He smiled at the perfect job he had just done. An Ensign working at the NSA had been turned, and had sold codes to the Russians.

Fucking traitor, he thought, as he admired the moxie of the Russian Intel Services. Even after the cold war, they still tried so hard...

They followed the Ensign, found his contact, and found other traitors as well, but it was time to have cleaned up the house and take out the rats.

Quietly.

Too bad the Ensign and the Russian chose a meeting place in the bad side of D.C. to exchange the info for the money.

Its a bitch when "gang members" gun down "robbery victims".... but DC is a nasty place...

But that was last night, and now, after a 12 hour drive and lots of coffee, here he was.

After Merryl brought his suitcase into the house, and wandered upstairs to set up a cot, he fell asleap wondering, "Does this town have a strip club?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hiya.

Any chance The RedCloud could use a waitress -- or the Stonehill Pub a bartender? I'm cool with either.

Kind of eccentric, lives on the edge of town. A little flirty, a little curious -- she hears all the local gossip. The Diner is the next best place after the local tavern for picking up... the latest news.

You have a PM, Jagged.

 

[Jagged]

OOC

Fair enough on the house location. Only thing you have noticed is trucks are going back and forth between the dirt road and the highway torwards the Air Force base. Kinda odd considering the base is always supposed to have been on the verge of being closed for years. But strangely enough trucks come and go all hours through the post's front gate. Not a whole lot but damn steady. Another odd thing is you have seen alot of Blue Beret BDU Air Force personnel in the woods around your house. Often well armed and you have seen them with farmer machinary and even a Bradly or two. Most of your neighbors older farmers are welcoming to you and wonder what your going to do with the land. Other that friendly and they have noticed the same stuff you have.


The RedCloud a 24hour operaton can always use help. The fried chicken and biscuit special is always a favorite, and the coffee is great. American Revolution pictures and art are all over the place, and on the menu is the story of how local residents and native Americans numbering just 200 fought off 500 British and Canadian troops nearby. The StoneHill pub has full time people but there is always a few bucks to make during Footballs season especially Monday night serving wings and pitchers of beer. The pub and dinner are across from each other with apartments behind the pub (plenty of housing choices though in town). Let me know where you apply and I promise lots of gossip and interesting facts will be pmed.


Only peice of new though that has been of interest to the whole town is that someone tried to break into the post office and even exchanged shots with the night guard.

 

[Evil Attorney]

OOC

Fair enough on the house location. Only thing you have noticed is trucks are going back and forth between the dirt road and the highway torwards the Air Force base. Kinda odd considering the base is always supposed to have been on the verge of being closed for years. But strangely enough trucks come and go all hours through the post's front gate. Not a whole lot but damn steady.

Another odd thing is you have seen alot of Blue Beret BDU Air Force personnel in the woods around your house. Often well armed and you have seen them with farmer machinary and even a Bradly or two. Most of your neighbors older farmers are welcoming to you and wonder what your going to do with the land. Other that friendly and they have noticed the same stuff you have.

The trucks I assume I will see, but the AF-BB's? Are they making any attempt to be covert, or are they just trying to opperate without anyone noticing, but not being conserned if anyone does, because its "just an excercise..."?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I like the idea of the waitress in the diner despite the fact that "loose lips sink ships" -- have another drink, big boy.

So meet Liberty "call me Libby, won't you?" Cathcart. She's no Sophia Loren, but she has bright eyes and an infectious smile. Smarter than the average gal, she doesn't let many see that side of her. She's fiercely independent and not easily won over, though rumors about her abound. (Fear what you don't know.)

Her home is simple, except for books which line the walls and tables in most of the rooms, topics ranging from non-fiction to history and even sci-fi. Her tastes are eclectic at best, eccentric at well... who ever said eccentric is a bad thing? It keeps the ones you need to keep at a distance just where you like them.

I'm assuming this has become the OOC for the thread since it is now filled with our plotting and scheming? Will you start another one to keep the continuity of the storyline more fluent?

Have you figured out how to access PM's? There is a click on where you see UserCP that will direct you to your Private Messages -- there and at the bottom of the main forum page.

Til soon...
~Maid

 

[Jagged]

OOC:
Operations are not covert, but seem far from the normal exercises chiefly because they are not being done on the post's land. BDU's my oops...battle dress uniforms. Woodland camoflague which I am sure you have seen. Your military experience does not help you in identifing what is going on either. Oh do you have an account with the local bank?


Libby you find your new days waitressing to be busy ones with a steady stream of locals coming in to the place and a favorite off truckers and Air Force personel. Your uniform is jeans and sneakers and a white t-shirt with Redcloud on it in black your given three fo these.
IC:
The latest gossip is manly about the election of the sherriff this year. The new chainsaws are in at the hardware store and all books are half price at the general store. The odd bit of news it a well above size brown bear has been sited and there are two missing hikers.

 

[Jagged]

Stop reading start PLAYING!!!!

Come on guys you like the idea...you have read so far become part of the adventure. Just post your first day in town and we can start from there.....

 

[Evil Attorney]

OOC:
Oh do you have an account with the local bank?

"Merryl's" money comes from acounts in Chase Manhattan Bank set up through attorneys and offshore trust accounts.

As long as the bills are paid, does it matter?

IC:

I opened my eyes, saw the clock's display, rolled over and got out of bed.

6:00 AM

Mornings...I hate mornings...Morning means running...

I trudged downstairs, made my coffee and ran back upstairs to get into my shorts and T-shirt.

Being in Upstate New York, I didn't feel any danger floating around, but ya never know, so I threw a Kahr micro polymer .40 pistol into my right pocket and 2 magazines into my left pocket.

Hearing the machine buzz, I ran downstairs to get my fix.

After my fix, I limbered up and decided to do 6 miles, then come back and go to town, as I needed groceries.
...

About 1/2 way through his run, just as he was deciding to turn around and come back, suddenly 3 deuce and a halt trucks riding low passed him on the road followed by 3 armed humvees.

Merryl stopped and jogged in place for a moment thinking.

"Thats Dam odd. The .50's on the hummers...they had belts of ammo in them and a gunner at the ready...the Air Farce commander must be a cock, cause thats against safety regs...and why the hell weren't they wearing unit flashes on their uniforms?..."

He continued his run and went home. He had shoping to do.

Maybe he would hit the bar tonight as well.

 

[Jagged]

the game begins....

OOC no but if you use the local bank there is always a chance for gossip is all.


Still a mile out from the house you pass the far of Hank Chapel local farmer and part time trucker the large black big rig is parked next to the barn as it was when you passed on the way out. Hank was splitting would out fron and gave you a wave.

He had his ax of coarse, a hatch and a chainsaw. The only thing that looked out of line was the .357 on his belt. Coming back by the farm at this time though one of the two pickup trucks in the homemade garadge. His wife's you think. Now though the only thing to look out of place is that the holster is empty and this hardy man is fighting with a smaller ninja clad attacked. Dressed completely in black include boots the sword glances off the ax handle. A skilled warrior would have snapped right through it with a good blade. The struggle on and don't seem to notice you at all.


What option do you take???

 

[Evil Attorney]

Merryl swore under his breath like the sailor he used to be.

"Mornings...it fucking has to turn out weird, it just fucking has to...and me without my M4...nooo, couldn't take a fucking bigger gun running this morning...next time I go running I'm taking more firepower...no, i'm getting a treadmill and running with my M4 Beside it...yeah...run at home watching playboy...thats it...fucking ninja fucker....now lets see if this asshole has friends before I kill him"

Drawing his .40 Kahr, he switched magazines to one of the larger ones he put in his left pocket giving him 6 shots in the mag, plus one in the chamber.

Replacing the 5 shot mag in his pocket, and keeping his second 6 round magazine in his left hand, he approached the garage, keeping to the ninja's back.

Merryl didn't know what was up, but fuck it, he'd take the farmer's side over the ninja till he knew what was up...

As Merryl closed to within 30 feet, he scaned his suroundings for enemy #2 or #3. His blood sang through his veins, adrenaline pumping from the run and from the action.

He smiled slightly and breathed slowly and steadily preventing tunnel vission and loss of hearing.

Looking around, he saw no others around, and no cover for an enemy to be hiding behind.

He was clear. Well, except for the ninja.

When Merryl was 30 feet away, he shouted "Freeze!!!"

( I assume the guy fighting the ninja is Hank or another neighborhood person? And by the way, are you trying to say that I passed him going out, and thats when he waved at me, and now that I'm coming home, I am supposed to see him fighting the ninja?

You need to be more clear in your descriptions...)

 

[Jagged]

Another fucking morning....

OOC yes he waved to you and on the return trip you find him fighting. Sorry that was not more clear.


IC: Hank gives a look of relief as he looks over the shoulder of his attacker. "Phew, good timing neighbor. Feel free to shoot this puke..." The sword is dropped down on the ground and Hank quickly kicks it away and retrieves his own weapon a .357 pistol. It would seem he is surrending as his hands go up and turns towards you. The ninja clad individual's eyes are blood red and filled with rage and hate. His fists tighting looking right at you unphased. Hank clocks back the hammer on his weapon and the man in black doesn't even flinch. The rage builds and he moves like lighting goes at you in a full run. He screams, "DDDDDIIIIEEE!!!!!!!"

 

[Evil Attorney]

Without flinching Merryl fired 3 double-taps right into the ninja's head.

BANGBANG, BANGBANG, BANGBANG.

(Double taps are a pair of rapid shots, fired as a single shot. Instead of BANG, then BANG again, its BANGBANG. )

Mostly decapitated, the ninja fell to the ground after only making it 5 feet toward Merryl.

As fast as he shot, he ejected the spent magazine, replacing it with the one in his left hand.

Merryl approached the body, ready to fire again, but when someone takes 6 rounds of .40 calibur Black Tallon in the face, well...further gunfire is usualy unnecessary...

"Fuck me, what the fucking fuck is going on?" Merryl asked. "Its 6:45 am, I haven't even eaten breakfast and I'm shooting a fucking ninja!!! Are you ok? ... What the fuck?..."

Merryl looked at the farmer then looked around for more hostiles, wondering what the hell was going on, and what ninja were doing in upstate New York?

 

[Jagged]

A great morning in the country.

The farmer just nods vaguely nods a yes to your question and lean against a nearby tree and pulls out a whiskey bottle. " Bastard didn't even ask for anything."

Since the attacker's face is remove you can't tell much except for the red pentagram on a black base on a leather band necklace. Animal teeth also cover a second chain. The sword on the floor also has has a red pentagram.




OOC And you moved up here for the quite life? Pm with any problems or questions.

 

[Evil Attorney]

"For fuck's sake, I come out her for peace and quiet, and I run into the ninja clan?...Hi, I'm Merryl Pope. I moved in down the road a little while ago.

Is this a common thing around here, or did I just get lucky today wandering by as the man in black here happened by?" Merryl asked.

He crouched down near the body, careful not to touch it, or any of the blood on the ground. Blood was a dangerous thing that can contaminate you. That was drilled into him at the Naval Academy all those years ago in his early days...

Well what have we here, he though. A pentagram and a necklace of teeth...

"Well, are you going to call the police and have them deal with it, or do you just want to cook the body and have a breakfast of Long Pig?" Merryl asked.

"By they way, do you have any .40 calibur ammo on hand, you owe me 6 rounds..." he said with a smile.

 

[Jagged]

Taking a shot of whiskey Hank the farmer reaches his hand out to you with the flask. "Howdy neighbor I am Hank Chapel. No these guys have been kinda new to the area. Vandals, drug, running stealing and slaughtering livestock. Rituals in the woods all kinda ah strange stuff. I reckon we should call the Sheriff though. Clean shoot an all. That thing is register ah right??"

Hank walks over by you and leans into you. " I don't think I can spare a box of shells but I can trade you something for what you spent and helping me out back there. Little bastard got the jump on me while I was spliting wood."

 

[Evil Attorney]

Suddenly, the corpse twitched.

Merryl turned around and put 2 more shots into its chest.

"I was kidding about the ammo. I'll settle for an explination, but lets do that later, cause I'd like to be gone if that...thing...wakes up."

 

[Jagged]

a strange morning

"Well neighbor that is a little harder. I reckon we should call the sheriff now. You saved I will tell them that friend. This is odd though aye it?"

He looks in your eyes. "Been strange in these woods. Fires going late at night. Out before the sheriff can get a man over. Troops and dump trucks in the woods. I tell you I served this country in Korea and well I can tell when they keep something quite. Thing is it doesn't seem like they are. Lot of young people gone missing too. You rnew here but this summer well. There was a camp. Over 20 kids and young staffers went missing. Never found much of anything. Place closed down." You want a shot? He holds out the flask to you.