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Monsters, Magic, and Modern Times (Closed)
The City of Plainville
Plainville was just another bustling city that grew up around the local University, Plainville State University, or as most liked to simply call it, PU. No doubt if it hadn't been for the college the city would have been nothing but a little hick town in the middle of nowhere. As it stood, it was still in the middle of nowhere, but the city had a large population that continued to steadily grow with each passing year. Some called it luck, others called it divine guidance, still others said it was some kind of black magic, at least those old enough to remember the city's real roots.
Despite its otherwise boring name, Plainville was a rather attractive destination for college goers and others looking for a place to settle down and grow some roots of their own. Despite the University, the city boosted a whole host of companies and corporations situated in the gleaming towers the middle of downtown Plainville. Big business had sunk its claws into the city in only the recent decade or two, but they had made a sudden and drastic change to what had once be a rather quiet life in the city. With the corporations came money, and lots of it, which also brought a fair number of jobs as well. The city continued to grow and for the most part everyone seemed content.
That was how life was supposed to be, wasn't it? People grew up, went to school, learned a trade or skill, got a job, got married, squeezed out a few kids, bought a house, got those white picket fences and watched their spawn grow, mature, and follow in their footsteps. That's the way it had been for some time, for some people it had been all they had ever known. Few could remember a world without the multitude of modern conveniences, cellphones, the Internet, cable TV and fast food.
Few people ever thought about how things should be, they just went along with the way things were, the way things had been, the way things were suppose to be. Like little sheep they were led along by their Sheppard, blindly following along on the predestined path.
People said ignorance was bliss. Sometimes, they were right.
The Party District
It was just another normal night in Plainville. The night life varied depending on where one was in the city, the farther one got from the downtown districts the quieter and more reserved one would find it. One district in particular was more active than most, the Claymore district was its real name, though most just called it the 'Party' district. There the streets were lined with all kinds of bars and clubs, from the typical dive to an Irish pub to unst unst unst clubs, the Party district had it all and more.
Yet there was one thing different tonight that most of the more intoxicated ravers and party goers might not catch. The police presence had increased recently, more than a few cars patrolled the streets and even a few officers on foot prowled through the crowded walkways. A police presence was to be expected in such a place as this, but on a Tuesday night? Many people would simply dismiss the thought, they weren't here to worry. The booze flowed freely in the Party district, as did more illicit goods, mostly behind closed doors.
At least one pair of eyes took note of the wandering patrols a midst the scantily clad college girls, of course, they might have also lingered on a few of those skirts and pondered if they weren't grounds for an indecent exposure ticket. Those eyes were a cool and steely gray, like the clouds just before a storm. They were sharp and bright, even at this late hour they easily shifted to and fro and took in the assembled masses as they marched up and down the streets. Partially hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, even at in the dark they didn't stick out too much. Their owner wasn't trying to anyway; he was more than content to be just another face in the crowd. Yet he wasn't moving in any particular direction, nor did he seem under the influence. He didn't even seem to be with anyone, though that in itself wasn't really caused for concern.
The man with those gray eyes was in his early twenties, much like many in the crowds about him. He had sharp, angular visage, clean shaven and undeniably handsome, with a strong jaw and a rounded chin. His hair was a deep mahogany, short and with just enough style to it to keep from appearing messy. Still, a few strands fell about his brow and temples, fluttering lightly in the cool breeze. On a good day with boots he topped out a five foot eleven inches, his frame was toned and athletic, more like that of a runner or a dancer than overly muscular. Still, there was no denying the taut and toned muscles of his arms when they moved, the simple black T-shirt left them bare and exposed below the biceps. His fingers were long and flexible, that much he displayed holding the thin tablet within in his right hand, the other lazily dragging its index finger over the smooth, gleaming surface. His long legs were covered by a pair of jeans, held in place by a thick leather belt over his sleek hips.
That frame leaned back against a crumbling wall of one of the stout, square buildings that dominated this particular stretch of the district. It was a causal tilt that let his shoulders rest against the rough stone texture, painted over and peeling in several places. It was a nonchalant pose, all the while busily scrolling through screen after screen on his hand held device. The particular website he had up was the local cities newspaper, one story in particular seemed to interest him. In a dramatic headline the bold letters read about the latest gruesome murder to take place in the fair city of Plainville.
The local police department was baffled by the recent string of murders that had taken place over the span of several weeks. A total of seven in all so far, each one more brutal than the next. The details were not spoken off, though the police chief did say that they seemed unrelated. Some citizens were calling the murders bear attacks, though a bear hadn't been seen in the Plainville hinterlands since the turn of the last century. Others claimed there was a serial killer on the loose, more than a few panic stricken parent had phoned the police station in hysteria. As far as the police went, they seemed to have no leads, though the website was sketchy on any real details. Anyone with information was asked to contact the authorities immediately. That little bit brought out a smile and a small huff of sardonic laughter.
“Right,” The man said in a light, airy tone, as if speaking louder might be too much of an effort. The tablet was switched off and slid easily into a back pocket, which caused the clip containing several keys and other odd trinkets to jingle wildly. A single gleaming silver ring also adorned his left middle finger, engraved in some language that appeared more like runes than a known alphabet. The hint of a black cord showed from time to time around his neck as well, depending upon how he moved his head. All in all he made for an alluring package; more than a few gave him a second look as they passed. Except for the occasional sidelong glance though, he didn't seemed all that interested in anyone though. He had the demeanor of someone who was waiting for someone or perhaps something.
The City of Plainville
Plainville was just another bustling city that grew up around the local University, Plainville State University, or as most liked to simply call it, PU. No doubt if it hadn't been for the college the city would have been nothing but a little hick town in the middle of nowhere. As it stood, it was still in the middle of nowhere, but the city had a large population that continued to steadily grow with each passing year. Some called it luck, others called it divine guidance, still others said it was some kind of black magic, at least those old enough to remember the city's real roots.
Despite its otherwise boring name, Plainville was a rather attractive destination for college goers and others looking for a place to settle down and grow some roots of their own. Despite the University, the city boosted a whole host of companies and corporations situated in the gleaming towers the middle of downtown Plainville. Big business had sunk its claws into the city in only the recent decade or two, but they had made a sudden and drastic change to what had once be a rather quiet life in the city. With the corporations came money, and lots of it, which also brought a fair number of jobs as well. The city continued to grow and for the most part everyone seemed content.
That was how life was supposed to be, wasn't it? People grew up, went to school, learned a trade or skill, got a job, got married, squeezed out a few kids, bought a house, got those white picket fences and watched their spawn grow, mature, and follow in their footsteps. That's the way it had been for some time, for some people it had been all they had ever known. Few could remember a world without the multitude of modern conveniences, cellphones, the Internet, cable TV and fast food.
Few people ever thought about how things should be, they just went along with the way things were, the way things had been, the way things were suppose to be. Like little sheep they were led along by their Sheppard, blindly following along on the predestined path.
People said ignorance was bliss. Sometimes, they were right.
The Party District
It was just another normal night in Plainville. The night life varied depending on where one was in the city, the farther one got from the downtown districts the quieter and more reserved one would find it. One district in particular was more active than most, the Claymore district was its real name, though most just called it the 'Party' district. There the streets were lined with all kinds of bars and clubs, from the typical dive to an Irish pub to unst unst unst clubs, the Party district had it all and more.
Yet there was one thing different tonight that most of the more intoxicated ravers and party goers might not catch. The police presence had increased recently, more than a few cars patrolled the streets and even a few officers on foot prowled through the crowded walkways. A police presence was to be expected in such a place as this, but on a Tuesday night? Many people would simply dismiss the thought, they weren't here to worry. The booze flowed freely in the Party district, as did more illicit goods, mostly behind closed doors.
At least one pair of eyes took note of the wandering patrols a midst the scantily clad college girls, of course, they might have also lingered on a few of those skirts and pondered if they weren't grounds for an indecent exposure ticket. Those eyes were a cool and steely gray, like the clouds just before a storm. They were sharp and bright, even at this late hour they easily shifted to and fro and took in the assembled masses as they marched up and down the streets. Partially hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, even at in the dark they didn't stick out too much. Their owner wasn't trying to anyway; he was more than content to be just another face in the crowd. Yet he wasn't moving in any particular direction, nor did he seem under the influence. He didn't even seem to be with anyone, though that in itself wasn't really caused for concern.
The man with those gray eyes was in his early twenties, much like many in the crowds about him. He had sharp, angular visage, clean shaven and undeniably handsome, with a strong jaw and a rounded chin. His hair was a deep mahogany, short and with just enough style to it to keep from appearing messy. Still, a few strands fell about his brow and temples, fluttering lightly in the cool breeze. On a good day with boots he topped out a five foot eleven inches, his frame was toned and athletic, more like that of a runner or a dancer than overly muscular. Still, there was no denying the taut and toned muscles of his arms when they moved, the simple black T-shirt left them bare and exposed below the biceps. His fingers were long and flexible, that much he displayed holding the thin tablet within in his right hand, the other lazily dragging its index finger over the smooth, gleaming surface. His long legs were covered by a pair of jeans, held in place by a thick leather belt over his sleek hips.
That frame leaned back against a crumbling wall of one of the stout, square buildings that dominated this particular stretch of the district. It was a causal tilt that let his shoulders rest against the rough stone texture, painted over and peeling in several places. It was a nonchalant pose, all the while busily scrolling through screen after screen on his hand held device. The particular website he had up was the local cities newspaper, one story in particular seemed to interest him. In a dramatic headline the bold letters read about the latest gruesome murder to take place in the fair city of Plainville.
The local police department was baffled by the recent string of murders that had taken place over the span of several weeks. A total of seven in all so far, each one more brutal than the next. The details were not spoken off, though the police chief did say that they seemed unrelated. Some citizens were calling the murders bear attacks, though a bear hadn't been seen in the Plainville hinterlands since the turn of the last century. Others claimed there was a serial killer on the loose, more than a few panic stricken parent had phoned the police station in hysteria. As far as the police went, they seemed to have no leads, though the website was sketchy on any real details. Anyone with information was asked to contact the authorities immediately. That little bit brought out a smile and a small huff of sardonic laughter.
“Right,” The man said in a light, airy tone, as if speaking louder might be too much of an effort. The tablet was switched off and slid easily into a back pocket, which caused the clip containing several keys and other odd trinkets to jingle wildly. A single gleaming silver ring also adorned his left middle finger, engraved in some language that appeared more like runes than a known alphabet. The hint of a black cord showed from time to time around his neck as well, depending upon how he moved his head. All in all he made for an alluring package; more than a few gave him a second look as they passed. Except for the occasional sidelong glance though, he didn't seemed all that interested in anyone though. He had the demeanor of someone who was waiting for someone or perhaps something.
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