OOC: The Train to Endsville

[Mystical Avalon]

OKey so Im gonna give it a try here. This is just the OOC to actually see if anyone is interested. Hope anyone will join and have fun. Please take a character, give it a name, a job title, anything you like. Below is a brief description of what I have in mind. Come on Come All to ENDSVILLE


The forrest is a dark place and in that things live and breath that no one knows of. Fairies, demons, sprites, werewolves, vampires, well you get the idea. How they co-exist is a mystery to even the oldest of the old. They walk about seemingly unnoticed by our unsuspecting eye and they do exist. Oh boy you can bet the farm on that. They do exist. We do not see them because we do not know what to see.

Somewhere deep within the confines of the forrest is a town, just beyond the darkest places. In that town, these creatures exist just as we do outside the forrest. They work, they have families. They only bother us when we intrude. But, wouldnt you like to know how that town lives? Isnt your curiosity so strong that you would for one day like to witness a werewolf treating a vampire for a broken arm? These and more you will see if you just take the train. What train you ask? The Train to Endville

 

[Jagged]

Okay I will bite if only to give an interesting idea a bump........Who would the writers/players be? SOme rail road employees who hijack a train and head down the line and explore a mystical place?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

I like the idea of hijacking the train. Railroad employees, creatures, writers and players may choose what characters they want to portray. I would like to have all manners of creatures and humans playing along. Like falling asleep on the subway and waking up in another place all together. Im a visionary writer of sorts. I like to develop my initial story line and plot as we write along. If your still interested, please come aboard.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Dunno yet, but I'm watching this one.

Q_C

 

[LadyAria]

This sounds interesting. I'd love to play a shapeshifting witch when you get the thread up. Would that work?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Thats fine. I am putting off the main thread until I get some more takers.. But bear with me and as soon as I get a couple more, we are off.

 

[AmenRa]

Oh yeah, I'm there.

This is too good to pass up.

I've an idea for a character, especially if we hijack the train. An ex-army spec ops type guy, private investigator now, hired to track down a missing daughter for some millionaire. The trail leads to Endsville.

Whatcha think?

If, of course, you don't mind me jumping in.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

You know I have no objections to you jumping in!! What a silly question

That sounds great. Im working on the main thread now and hope to have it up and posted at least by weeks end.

 

[KokopelliRises]

Cross-dressing vampire hunter (female). Do you think that would fit in? I would love to be involved with this.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Okey, Instead of creating another thread, lets just do this here. Yall still interested post bios and lets get started. My character idea will evolve as the story unfolds just remember my first initial post and now the game is afoot.

 

[AmenRa]

The bio, as requested by M'Lady.


Name: James M. O'Neil
Age: 41
Hgt: 6'02" Wgt: 195

Served US Army Special Forces, primary operational specialty was counter-intelligence, cross trained in explosives. Considered an expert in hand-to-hand combat and firearms. Honorable discharge at E-8 (Master Sergeant). Speaks four languages. Worked with various private security firms with government contracts in the Middle East, Africa, and Haiti. Works as a private investigator for high-profile clients.

(Yeah, he's kinda of a bad-ass, but I figure if you're gonna have a character.....)

 

[KokopelliRises]

Bio

Name: Naomi Swift
Age: 26
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair color: Dark reddish brown
Eye color: Blue

Naomi is the granddaughter of author Jonathan Swift. She got into vampire hunting after witnessing her cousin's rapid death after she got involved with a vampire. She only hunts rogue vampires, but has no gripe with others. Naomi hates guns and instead carries on her at all times a silver dagger with the Star of David on the top, not because she is profoundly Jewish, but simply because of her fairly recent disillusionment with Christianity and her search for religion (and she thinks the star is beautiful). After working at a whole bunch of short-term dead end-jobs after graduating from college, she is looking for adventure.

(I can't think of anything else I should include.)

 

[Vixandra]

I'd like to join. Maybe as a resident of Endsville that went out on a supply run or something?

 

[papillon24]

Alora Lumens
Age:?? no one really asks. Looks about 24
sex: Female
race:Vampire
Looks:about 5'9" with a overly slender frame,green eyes and sliver blond hair.

Background: Alora rund the local tavern and hotel in the heart of Endsville. the tavern havs been there for as long as the village can remember and Alora has always run it.

She is peaceful and relys on the bloodof animals when she truely is desparate for blood unless it is offered which many of the townfolk will from time to time.

Withing the tavern food and ale is served as well as an assortment of other more exotic drink.

Potions and brews for the warlocks and witches. Blood wine for other vampires, you get the picture

I hope this is ok

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Felina

Felina sat on the train. It was a long haul from the outer world to Endsville. She worked among the humans and they never suspected. She had no friends in the Outer world. She watched the scenery go by maddeningly slow. She wanted to get home, take a bath, get some sleep. Dawn was peaking over the mountains and within the cabin, the self tinting windows began to darken. She was a vampire. She could however, take sunlight. Early mornings and evenings. When the sun was weakest. Yet to much made her ill.

Her job, third shift data entry clerk for a local hospital allowed her all the material amenities she could afford after all, Endsville was just that. Ends. The others on the train bustled about making little if no noise. As the train began to accelerate from the station, she siddled back against the plush seat and closed her eyes. It was a long journey from Outer World to Endsville and she would enjoy the peaceful silence and sleep the last remnants of her long nights work off. At least she thought so when she closed her eyes.



We can start posting our charactes and the story. All others wiling to join may jump in. Any questions may be posed in Pm to me. Thank you all that have posted characters. Lets get this train rolling!!!

 

[AmenRa]

James O'Neil sat quietly. The others on the train seemed to be doing the same, though there was the occasional bump or "excuse me" as someone made their way down the center aisle. He reclined back a bit in the seat, though he never fully relaxed. He was alert, eyes open, ears wary. This was a state he was usually in, all the time. It had kept him alive on the battlefield, in the cover of darkness, when the enemy was less than an arm's reach away.

O'Neil made a quick glance around. He noticed as the sun began to peak over the distant hills, the windows on the train automatically darkened. Interesting, he thought, that must be why the ticket he bought was so expensive. He had taken a few train rides, and the cars were not quite apportioned like this one was. This one was plush and comfortable. And quiet.

Just a few hours ago, James had handed a man $50,000 in US currency in a brown envelope to get on this train. The man, or really a drawn up, aged shell of a man, had warned him that no one returns from Endsville.

An internet search on Endsville gave several references to "vampires" and "folklore". Every town had a superstition, a mystery. One thing the internet didn't tell him was where exactly Endsville was located. It had taken bribes, threats, and a few instances of actual brutality for him to find the old man. And then, even the story he told the old man did little to get the answer of the train station. That answer itself required money.

An old friend, a general, and in fact one of O'Neil's commanding officers during the Gulf War had made millions advising various aerospace companies. That man, whom O'Neil admired and respected, had a daughter. She was a beautiful young girl, barely 21 years old. The General figured she had fallen in with the wrong crowd. Drugs, rock and roll, that kind of thing. She went missing. So, the General called O'Neil, who was known throughout the SpecOps community as a contract intelligence specialist. That was just a fancy term for a very expensive private investigator. So the General financed O'Neil to find his missing daughter. And that was exactly what O'Neil was going to do. Which is why he was here, now, on this train to Endsville.

There was a woman sitting across the aisle from him. She was quite beautiful, he noticed, with her head reclining on the seat cushion and her eyes closed. If this had been another place, another time, he would have spoken to her. However, the cold metal of the .45 Glock tucked into his waistband holster reminded him that he was on a mission. He glanced up at the attache' case in the overhead. More weapons were in there. He looked at his watch. Then he realized he was doing exactly what he was not supposed to do. They had taught him in Special Forces Operational Detachment Delta to "blend in...don't look at your watch, don't worry about your suitcases, just remember where everything is when you need it." O'Neil gave himself a mental berating and picked up a copy of the morning paper he had purchased at the station.

 

[KokopelliRises]

Naomi had her head propped up on her hand, trying to stay awake after the clocks chimed 8 o'clock. She had just flown in from Juneau, Alaska on a red-eye flight that morning and had been busy trying to find a train that would take her any place but home. The ticket seller at the train station had been a damn nuisance, telling her that there was only one train leaving the station that wasn't jam-packed, and then having the gall to tell her that she might want to just go home. That was the one place Naomi would not go. Too many bad memories. So she bought the ticket, to a place she had never even heard of, hoping to escape the boredom of her everyday life.

She surveyed the car, looking around for anyone still awake. The only normal looking person she could find was a man in his late thirties or early forties who had military bearing, right down to his meticulously tied footwear. Every other person in the car looked like they knew something that she didn't, perhaps something about the place they were going, Endsville it said on the ticket.

After resisting the urge to sleep for the millionth time, she leaned up against her seat cushion, flipped around a couple times to get comfortable, and dozed off, oblivious to the other people in the car, awakening slowly, but comfortably out of unconsciousness.

 

[LadyAria]

Gretchen Gables

After boarding the train, she slipped into the bathroom and changed into a form more amusing. Her young firm form melted into a blue hazy cloud before reshaping into the hunched over hag half her previous height. She looked into the mirror not quite satisfied with her face. Digging in with her fingers, she pushed down her left brow and then, stretched out her nose and chin hideously long. With a little extra thought, her violet eyes shaded over with a grey film. Her black hair faded to a dull course grey.

"Ahh, perfect," she said with a high pitched cackle.

Reaching into a faded black bag, she pulled out a tattered brown cloak and put it over her gnarled shoulders. It was so much easier to travel when you become invisible.

She hobbled back out of the bathroom and found a seat on the train next to a sleeping young woman with shiny auburn hair. As she sat down, she leaned over the dozing form and inhaled deeply. She was human. This train stank of an unusual amount of natural meat. Fucking dinner for vampires and soup for witches, she cackled thinking to herself. Reaching into the bag that now sit on her lap, she pulled out candies wrapped in brightly colored foiled papers.

"Such a pretty young girl, yes, yes," she spoke into the woman's ear. "Not safe to travel alone, no, no. Oh, I bet your parents must be so worried, yes, yes. I am sure, yes. Oh, dear, do you want a candy, child, yes, yes? So, sweet and tasty, yes?"

Her eyes rolled about her head as disconnected from the sockets as she rocked back and forth over the natural. Her tongue dry and purple fell out of her mouth as she finished speaking. Then, it flapped around her crusty lips before disappearing back into her head. The only pleasant thing about her was the smell of fresh baked cinammon apples that no amount of perfume or magick could cover.

 

[papillon24]

Alora Lumens

Alora wandered thought the tables that sat within th Inn. They were speckled with the stains of the night before. Slowy as if almost floating, she made her way around to each one wiping it till it shone. She stepped back and took a look at her work admireing the deep color of the mahogany tables and chairs lined with red velvet. This was her place andhad always been since she arrived in Endsville some...oh well it had been a while shince she first steped foot within the city limits.

She knew the dawn had just broken outside and the train was due to arrive soon. She pulled the shade as to not let any of the sunlight in for it would make her very ill and cause her to crave living blood which she was determined to stay off unless it was offered.

This place was a safe house for those needing refuge and sanctuary. No fights or clan wars were allowed inside.

From upstains she could hear the creaking footsteps of those too restless to sleep in their beds. Each room was made special to each visitor. There were luxurious opulant rooms with tinted vindow for other vampires such as herself. Bare wood rooms lined with silver allowed wearwolfs to change safely with no harm to them or others. Each room followed suit and if a new species came in for a stay then a room would be prepared as such.

The drinks here were specially craftedfor each as well. Alora carried blood wine an ales. There were potions and concoctions of all forms. She also carried all the human norms for the occasional stargler. The finest wine and mead,ales and liquers. Especially all the hard alcohol to numb the brain of the place they had arrived with no chance of leaving.

Alora straightened her dress smoothing all the wrinkles from it before heading behind the bar. she sat on the stool she had place there and poured herself a chalice of blood wine, waiting for her fisrt customers of the day to arrive

 

[AmenRa]

O'Neil opened his eyes. He realized he had been dozing on the train. Not exactly sleep, but not exactly fully awake. He looked around carefully.

Many years ago, he had conditioned himself to sleep this way, and something had awakened him. He heard the train whistle, and realized that was what had caused him to wake. What he didn't hear was the tell-tale sounds of the train wheels moving over a railroad crossing at grade. He then figured the whistle was being blown to move some animal out of the train's path.

O'Neil glanced at the woman in the seat across from him. She was leaning against her seat cushion, apparently sleeping. She appeared to be like him, at first impression. Someone who was also on the train to Endsville, but really had no clue where Endsville was.

O'Neil noticed a strange looking woman sitting nearby. No, she wasn't a woman at all. She was a hag. Yeah, right out of Hansel and Gretel.

O'Neil checked the Sub Mariner on his left wrist. Just how long was this damn train ride anyway?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Felina was aware of the sudden urge to pee. She did not want to get up and wander through the train as most occupants would be changing into their riteful selves as they were near the station but her need was overwhelming.

She sighed, standing and stretching, opening the door to her cabin, she walked the isle towards the bathroom. Her eyes caught movement and she turned to see the hag and almost fell over the outstretched arm of the man on her right.

"Oh shit" she cried as she began to wobble. Catching herself just inches from the floor, she looked back at the man with a pissed look on her face.


"I think you need to watch where you put your arm Mr?" she said asking the question. He was human, of that she was certain. If he were indeed on his way to Endsville, he would be in for a suprise of his life/.

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy MacIntosh

Jesus H Christ, why did he take this gig? Why oh why?

Oh, right. They had paid him well. And he had already spent the money. And of course, this morning, his drummer and bassist fell ill and were rushed to the hospital. Turns out they had mono and were totally incapable of surviving the long train ride, much less putting on a rockin' show afterward.

He was at the very back of the caboose. He had been totally shocked when he saw the train pull into the station. Most trains were sleek and modern, super-hi-speed affairs. This thing looked like an antique! But it was bright and shiny, almost as if it were brand new. It had a goddamn caboose! With a small space to stand at the back! He slung his acoustic guitar over his shoulder and hopped on the train.

It was now the middle of the night. He had slept for quite a ways, and needed a cigarette in a bad way. he went to the caboose to have his smoke.

stats:
Name: Tommy MacIntosh
Age: 24
Physical Characteristics: 5'11" tall, an athletic build, maybe 180 lbs, long curly brown hair tumbling down his head and around his face, chocolate brown eyes, a good tan, days of stubble close to turning into a thick beard on his face.
Occupation: Lead guitar for the Guardians, a bar band in San Francisco.
Perfectly human, though not oblivious to the existence, at least, of vampires. Just a few weeks ago, after a gig he had, one of the girls at the bar had been flirting with him pretty strongly, and when he fucked her in the bar bathroom, she had been kissing his neck, and he felt her teeth, and then a sharp pain, and this bitch was SUCKING HIS BLOOD OUT OF HIS NECK!

She hadn't killed him, though. She had taken her cigarette, when she had had her fill of him, and closed the wounds on his neck. He was noticably paler for the rest of the night. It had been a fucked-up experience.

And now he was on the Train to Endsville, totally oblivious as to the nature of the crowd at the bar where he was scheduled to play tonight.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Neil regarded the woman who had fallen over his arms. It wasn't often women fell around him. He'd made them swoon, sure, but never outright fall down.

He raised an eyebrow, but did not smile at her. "James," he said, then moved to help her stand. "These train cars can be a little wobbly sometimes."

Then he smiled.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

His cold nature revealed nothing. She looked into his eyes, searching for some shred of information about him, but this man was hidden from her probing. Yet, there was something about him.

"Please, James, forgive me for my snottyness. I am a bit tired and want only to gather my thoughts in a warm tub of water and them crawl beneath the cool sheets of my bed and sleep until the world ends" she said. A laugh escaped her lips.

Extending her hand now that she had gotten herself right, she spoke.

"I am Felina Morales. I, should have been paying better attention. I apologize. Now, if you would excuse me, I am in need of a little girls room or we will have another accident here in the isle" she said and this time a smile traced her full lips along with another laugh. Still no emotion, no recognition, nothing, This man was a hardass she though. Oh well, he would probably not last long in Ends.

 

[LadyAria]

Gretchen Gables

The girl shifted, but did not make. Even her delicious smelling candies had not stirred her. A snarl like smile crack her face as she shuffled through the pockets with swift fingers. Nothing remarkable, a few dollars, wrinkled reciept and her train ticket. Gretchen put them all in her pocket before working the ring loose from her hand. The smell of natural was sickenly strong making her hurry. They always smell better cooked, she thought dropping the girl's hand. The dozing beauty curled it under her chin and leaned toward the window.

Flashing a yellowed smile at an onlooker, she rose from the seat and hobbled down the aisle. The back car always had the drunks. A fortune to be had to today, a fortune indeed. As she passed a beautiful vampire lady talking to a meat puppet, her left eye rolled loose inside her skull as her right one focused.

"A tasty snack, oh, crunchy on the outside, yes yes, squishing on the inside, yes yes. Better when it isn't raw, no no. Not for your type, oh no," she muttered under her breath as she stepped around. Laughter bubbled up from her throat as she reached the door. Her gnarled claw grasped the handle and turned. Her pack made her sway under the weight. Her other hand appeared with a gold watch and some coins. She deposited the loot.

"Love the sleeper, yes yes. So kind...every so kind, yes yes."