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Some background to tie threads between the characters currently present:
Trish's friend's name was Phyl, a hardcore punk lesbian. The circumstances around her death were somewhat mysterious. Trish found her in an alley near where they hung out, deathly pale, and unconscious. She couldn't rouse Phyll at all, so she called Jeremy, who is pretty much the only person at Juvie in whom Trish has any trust. Jeremy came out in his car, took one look at Phyl, and dialed 911. Trish was too scared at that point to protest.
Later that evening, Phyl was pronounced dead at the hospital. The cause of death was explained to Trish and Jeremy as acute leukemia... sort of. The doctor seemed a bit nervous, and wouldn't explain very much of anything, retreating behind a screen of serious medico-babble technical jargon. Jeremy has taken Trish to a coffeeshop, and they are sitting down, trying to understand what the hell just happened.
Johnny Fourfingers has been contacted by a 'fixer,' a go-between for people who want things done, and the people who actually get their hands dirty. Without naming names, the fixer, known to Johnny as Mule, tells him that a certain party will pay him $10,000 to retrieve a body from the hospital morgue, but it must go down immediately, before the corpse makes it to the autopsy table, tomorrow.
Alex, Jason, Ian... these gentlemen, in the loosest conceivable sense of the word, are roomates. Their rent is paid by the college, which is highly grateful to Ian for consenting to play for them. The trio have been friends for a very, very long time, and frequently cruise the streets looking for amusement.
Trish's friend's name was Phyl, a hardcore punk lesbian. The circumstances around her death were somewhat mysterious. Trish found her in an alley near where they hung out, deathly pale, and unconscious. She couldn't rouse Phyll at all, so she called Jeremy, who is pretty much the only person at Juvie in whom Trish has any trust. Jeremy came out in his car, took one look at Phyl, and dialed 911. Trish was too scared at that point to protest.
Later that evening, Phyl was pronounced dead at the hospital. The cause of death was explained to Trish and Jeremy as acute leukemia... sort of. The doctor seemed a bit nervous, and wouldn't explain very much of anything, retreating behind a screen of serious medico-babble technical jargon. Jeremy has taken Trish to a coffeeshop, and they are sitting down, trying to understand what the hell just happened.
Johnny Fourfingers has been contacted by a 'fixer,' a go-between for people who want things done, and the people who actually get their hands dirty. Without naming names, the fixer, known to Johnny as Mule, tells him that a certain party will pay him $10,000 to retrieve a body from the hospital morgue, but it must go down immediately, before the corpse makes it to the autopsy table, tomorrow.
Alex, Jason, Ian... these gentlemen, in the loosest conceivable sense of the word, are roomates. Their rent is paid by the college, which is highly grateful to Ian for consenting to play for them. The trio have been friends for a very, very long time, and frequently cruise the streets looking for amusement.
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Trish
Trish shook her head almost violently. "I don't believe it," She said raising her coffee in shaking hands but not drinking, just staring into it's depths as if it would yeild the answer she was looking for like a crystal ball. "It doesn't make sense. Leukemia? She never showed any symptoms. Never! For someone to die from it, they have to look like they are sick,right?"
Her eyes turned to Jeremy, tears building up and threatening to overflow. Looking away she chastises herself for looking weak in front of anyone but especially a cop. "I mean, she was happy, healthy and on the go just the day before yesterday. How can something hit that fast?"
Trish shook her head almost violently. "I don't believe it," She said raising her coffee in shaking hands but not drinking, just staring into it's depths as if it would yeild the answer she was looking for like a crystal ball. "It doesn't make sense. Leukemia? She never showed any symptoms. Never! For someone to die from it, they have to look like they are sick,right?"
Her eyes turned to Jeremy, tears building up and threatening to overflow. Looking away she chastises herself for looking weak in front of anyone but especially a cop. "I mean, she was happy, healthy and on the go just the day before yesterday. How can something hit that fast?"
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Jeremy
"Trish," I say, trying to sound caring, a tone I seldom use, even in cases like these, when i truly do care. "In times like these, we ask a lot of questions, but they're not real questions. What we really want to know is why someone is taken away, and we seldom find the answers to that. Nothing can bring her back, so its best for us to remember them as they were, at their best."
I see that she is about to cry, though she hates to show it. This I understand. I was her age once, and though i didn't share her background, I had felt the alienation that often sets in in hard times, like those this girl has known (if she's known other times at all).
"It's okay to cry," I tell her. "It's natural. It's part of the healing process. It takes time, but the important things is that you heal. Some people will tell you that she is in a better place now. It's you that is hurting. I know that's not much of a consolation, but if she is in a better place, she feels no pain, and no fear."
"Trish," I say, trying to sound caring, a tone I seldom use, even in cases like these, when i truly do care. "In times like these, we ask a lot of questions, but they're not real questions. What we really want to know is why someone is taken away, and we seldom find the answers to that. Nothing can bring her back, so its best for us to remember them as they were, at their best."
I see that she is about to cry, though she hates to show it. This I understand. I was her age once, and though i didn't share her background, I had felt the alienation that often sets in in hard times, like those this girl has known (if she's known other times at all).
"It's okay to cry," I tell her. "It's natural. It's part of the healing process. It takes time, but the important things is that you heal. Some people will tell you that she is in a better place now. It's you that is hurting. I know that's not much of a consolation, but if she is in a better place, she feels no pain, and no fear."
Johnny watched as the mortician left the morgue after a hard day of work. "Shouldn't be too tough," Johnny thought to himself, "almost no security just some old guard and as long as I switch the nameplates, no one will notice a thing until it's time to identify the body. I'll just do what I have to do, meet this Mule guy, and get back to the fish market before my probation officer notices anything." The mortician's buick left the parking lot and rolled down the highway.
Johnny rolled the ski mask over his face as he hopped out of his Nissan and ran behind the garbage dumpster. He peeked over the dumpster to see a security camera keeping a careful watch over the backdoor. "Fuck, why didn't I see that! Why didn't that ass (OOC: No pun intended) tell me about it." Johnny retreated back to his car to rethink his approach.
He sat in the car and started punching his steering wheel. "Fuck! Can't get my face on that damn camera." Suddenly a set of headlights beamed through the windshield. Johnny slouched under the below the console peeking over the dashboard to see an ambulance pull up. Two of paramedics brought a body inside the morgue while the driver jumped out of the ambulance and enjoyed a cigarette. "Bingo!" Johnny grabbed the sock full of quarters he prepared for this job and walked out of his car.
Johnny hid the sock as he approached the smoking man, an overweight man in his mid-30's with short red hair. "Excuse me sir, do you know how to get to Patterson St.?" As the man turned around to point out his directions Johnny hit him over the head with the sock full of quarters, knocking the man out. Johnny dragged the man behind the dumpster and stripped him. He put the clothing on, "Fit's like a goddamn blanket!" Johnny attempted to lift the man up to put him in the dumpster in case he woke up while Johnny was still inside but he wouldn't budge. "You fat fuck. Christ."
Johnny managed to lean the man up against the dumpster so that his upper body slouched toward the opening. Johnny got on his knees and put his head between the man's legs, trying to push him up using his shoulders. He pushed the up enough to get the man inisde the dumpster but not without hurting his back. "Oh Jesus Christ!!!" Johnny kicked the side of the dumpster in frustration. "If I didn't knock you out already I'd kick your ass!!" He took a minute to cool down before entering the morgue.
Johnny heard the paramedics in the main office, apparently they decided to take a coffee break before going back on duty. He ran past the office and headed toward the kadavar room. Johnny looked at the drawers, "Fuck I though they were supposed to be labeled. All they got is a bunch of fucking numbers on them." Johnny saw a clipboard lying on a table, next to a scalpel on the otherside of the room, "Must have the names there." Johnny grabbed the clip board but knocked the metal scalpel off the table. The scalpel clanged against the tile floor. Johnny then heard a voice from outside, "What was that?" Johnny scampered around the room looking for a hiding space as he heard footsteps coming toward the door.
The security guard opened the door and flicked on the lightswitch to find an empty room. "Could have swared I heard something." The guard flicked the lights backed off and shut the door. As soon as he heard the door shut Johnny kicked open the cabinet door and climed off the Cadavier he was here to steal. "Hello Phyl, I'm Johnny nice to meet you." Johnny grabbed a metal cart and placed the body on top of it, after zipping a body bag over it. He kept his head down as he rolled the cart down the hall and out the door.
Johnny opened his trunk and threw the body bag into the trunk. He wheeled the cart next to the dumpster, which began to rattle as the driver woke up. Johnny knocked the man over the head again and switched his clothing back. Suddenly an idea struck him. He ran over to his car and pulled the bottle of JD he ahd just picked up out of it's brown bag. He ran back over to the uncounsiouss man, leaning against the dumpster, and forced the bottle into the man's mouth. He placed the now half empty bottle in the man's hand and ran back to his car speeding off to meet Mule. Minutes later the two paramedics exited the hospital to see thier driver passed out with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand and the smell of alchol on his clothing. One of them spoke, "Oh Jesus Kyle!! That's the third time this week!!! C'mon get him in the back, I'll drive."
Johnny rolled the ski mask over his face as he hopped out of his Nissan and ran behind the garbage dumpster. He peeked over the dumpster to see a security camera keeping a careful watch over the backdoor. "Fuck, why didn't I see that! Why didn't that ass (OOC: No pun intended) tell me about it." Johnny retreated back to his car to rethink his approach.
He sat in the car and started punching his steering wheel. "Fuck! Can't get my face on that damn camera." Suddenly a set of headlights beamed through the windshield. Johnny slouched under the below the console peeking over the dashboard to see an ambulance pull up. Two of paramedics brought a body inside the morgue while the driver jumped out of the ambulance and enjoyed a cigarette. "Bingo!" Johnny grabbed the sock full of quarters he prepared for this job and walked out of his car.
Johnny hid the sock as he approached the smoking man, an overweight man in his mid-30's with short red hair. "Excuse me sir, do you know how to get to Patterson St.?" As the man turned around to point out his directions Johnny hit him over the head with the sock full of quarters, knocking the man out. Johnny dragged the man behind the dumpster and stripped him. He put the clothing on, "Fit's like a goddamn blanket!" Johnny attempted to lift the man up to put him in the dumpster in case he woke up while Johnny was still inside but he wouldn't budge. "You fat fuck. Christ."
Johnny managed to lean the man up against the dumpster so that his upper body slouched toward the opening. Johnny got on his knees and put his head between the man's legs, trying to push him up using his shoulders. He pushed the up enough to get the man inisde the dumpster but not without hurting his back. "Oh Jesus Christ!!!" Johnny kicked the side of the dumpster in frustration. "If I didn't knock you out already I'd kick your ass!!" He took a minute to cool down before entering the morgue.
Johnny heard the paramedics in the main office, apparently they decided to take a coffee break before going back on duty. He ran past the office and headed toward the kadavar room. Johnny looked at the drawers, "Fuck I though they were supposed to be labeled. All they got is a bunch of fucking numbers on them." Johnny saw a clipboard lying on a table, next to a scalpel on the otherside of the room, "Must have the names there." Johnny grabbed the clip board but knocked the metal scalpel off the table. The scalpel clanged against the tile floor. Johnny then heard a voice from outside, "What was that?" Johnny scampered around the room looking for a hiding space as he heard footsteps coming toward the door.
The security guard opened the door and flicked on the lightswitch to find an empty room. "Could have swared I heard something." The guard flicked the lights backed off and shut the door. As soon as he heard the door shut Johnny kicked open the cabinet door and climed off the Cadavier he was here to steal. "Hello Phyl, I'm Johnny nice to meet you." Johnny grabbed a metal cart and placed the body on top of it, after zipping a body bag over it. He kept his head down as he rolled the cart down the hall and out the door.
Johnny opened his trunk and threw the body bag into the trunk. He wheeled the cart next to the dumpster, which began to rattle as the driver woke up. Johnny knocked the man over the head again and switched his clothing back. Suddenly an idea struck him. He ran over to his car and pulled the bottle of JD he ahd just picked up out of it's brown bag. He ran back over to the uncounsiouss man, leaning against the dumpster, and forced the bottle into the man's mouth. He placed the now half empty bottle in the man's hand and ran back to his car speeding off to meet Mule. Minutes later the two paramedics exited the hospital to see thier driver passed out with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand and the smell of alchol on his clothing. One of them spoke, "Oh Jesus Kyle!! That's the third time this week!!! C'mon get him in the back, I'll drive."
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"Hey dudes, we out of smokes o' what? Coulda fucking swore I seen a pack lyin..." Alex got no further than that before the wall rushed over and hit him in the face. Well, the wall didn't actually move at all, but Alex was in no condition to argue over the fine points. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" He clutched at his throbbing nose, missed, and poked himself in the eye instead. The nearly empty bottle of vodka, momentarily forgotten, escaped his fingers and headed for the floor. "Fuck it all to hell!" This was going to be tricky... Lowering his fat ass to its knees, Alex reached out for the bottle. Just a little more... THUMP! His fat ass hit the floor, bouncing slightly from the impact. "S..h..i..tttt." Unable to get back up, and deciding that the floor was as good a place to sleep as any, he immediately passed out. Ahhhh - this was the life!
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Mule
Johnny had been told to meet his employer behind an abandoned meat-packing plant. In his beat-up old van, Mule waited patiently for Johnny Fourfingers to arrive. It wasn't exactly warm outside, but the van's heater, and the thought of the payoff for this connection, was keeping him plenty comfy. A set of headlights came up in his rearview mirror. For a second, Mule was worried that it might be some nosy copper, but he relaxed immediately. His client had assured him that NO cop would be in the area at that time, and he had had plenty of reasons in the past to trust this client completely in these matters. "Hell," he thought to himself, "even if the fix won't in, ain't no cop gonna come around behind this fucking dump."
Sure enough, when the car pulled up beside the van, Mule looked over to see Johnny's smiling face. "Any problems?" Mule called out through his rolled-down window.
Johnny had been told to meet his employer behind an abandoned meat-packing plant. In his beat-up old van, Mule waited patiently for Johnny Fourfingers to arrive. It wasn't exactly warm outside, but the van's heater, and the thought of the payoff for this connection, was keeping him plenty comfy. A set of headlights came up in his rearview mirror. For a second, Mule was worried that it might be some nosy copper, but he relaxed immediately. His client had assured him that NO cop would be in the area at that time, and he had had plenty of reasons in the past to trust this client completely in these matters. "Hell," he thought to himself, "even if the fix won't in, ain't no cop gonna come around behind this fucking dump."
Sure enough, when the car pulled up beside the van, Mule looked over to see Johnny's smiling face. "Any problems?" Mule called out through his rolled-down window.
Johnny pulled up behind the meat packing plant where Mule had told him to meet him after the job. He rolled his window down and smiled at the ugly bastard. "Any problems?" "Nothing I couldn't handle." Johnny got out of the car and opened the trunk, pulling the body bag out. Johnny crawled into the back of the van, pulling the body with him. "So you got the cash?"
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Mule grinned back, "Hell, yeah. I got yer cash, Johnny. "Gimme a hand with this bitch, will ya?" Together, the two men got the corpse tossed in the back of the van. Mule unzipped the bag, compared the face of the nude, dead girl with a photo he took out of his pocket, and nodded to himself. Then, he pulled a thick envelope from his coat pocket. "Ten grand, as promised. Mr. Smith said he might have some more work in the near future, so keep in touch." Johnny knew that 'Mr. Smith' was what Mule always called each person that he fronted for.
The burly go-between started to zip the body bag back up, then stopped. "Hey, Johnny..." Mule grinned evilly, "ever done it with a corpse?"
The burly go-between started to zip the body bag back up, then stopped. "Hey, Johnny..." Mule grinned evilly, "ever done it with a corpse?"
OOC: Where did everyone else go?
Johnny raised an eyebrow in astonishment. Why would anyone want to "do it" with a corpse or for that matter admit to it. "I prefer my women to be a little move lively. Is that what you want the corpse for?" Johnny lit a cigarette and took a drag. "I have to get back to my job before they notice I'm gone and alert my parol officer. I'd be happy to do more jobs, just gotta cover my ass." Johnny jumped in his car and began to start it.
Johnny raised an eyebrow in astonishment. Why would anyone want to "do it" with a corpse or for that matter admit to it. "I prefer my women to be a little move lively. Is that what you want the corpse for?" Johnny lit a cigarette and took a drag. "I have to get back to my job before they notice I'm gone and alert my parol officer. I'd be happy to do more jobs, just gotta cover my ass." Johnny jumped in his car and began to start it.
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OOC: Well, geri is having evil computer probs, and is out of action until Wednesday or Thursday.
"Your loss, buddy..," the burly go-between muttered. Johnny watched in mild disgust as Mule climbed in the back of the van, then the sometime thief started his car. Faintly, over the sound of the engine, Johnny heard what sounded like the start of a scream, which was abruptly cut off. Whipping his head to look at the van, he saw it rock violently, then still.
OOC: Well, geri is having evil computer probs, and is out of action until Wednesday or Thursday.
"Your loss, buddy..," the burly go-between muttered. Johnny watched in mild disgust as Mule climbed in the back of the van, then the sometime thief started his car. Faintly, over the sound of the engine, Johnny heard what sounded like the start of a scream, which was abruptly cut off. Whipping his head to look at the van, he saw it rock violently, then still.
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Ian walked slowly into his home and the first thing he noticed was the mess that was on the floor. He looked around and shook his head and said, "What the fuck have you guys been up to. This place looks like a disaster area!"
He walked up to the closest pile and began to pick it up, noticing all the smells that were coming from it. He felt like he was going to choke with the smell as he walked to the trash bag and threw it in. He walked into the main room and saw Alex laying on the floor, obviously asleep. He walked over to where he lay and kicked him slightly, just enough to wake him up.
Alex looked up at him with a slight smile and Ian said, "This place is a mess.... what have you been up to?"
Ian walked slowly into his home and the first thing he noticed was the mess that was on the floor. He looked around and shook his head and said, "What the fuck have you guys been up to. This place looks like a disaster area!"
He walked up to the closest pile and began to pick it up, noticing all the smells that were coming from it. He felt like he was going to choke with the smell as he walked to the trash bag and threw it in. He walked into the main room and saw Alex laying on the floor, obviously asleep. He walked over to where he lay and kicked him slightly, just enough to wake him up.
Alex looked up at him with a slight smile and Ian said, "This place is a mess.... what have you been up to?"
Johnny felt sick but he kept himself from vomiting all over his car. He decided he would drive back to the liquor store for more JD before going to work. He pulled up to Joe's Liquors and opened up the envelope Mule gave him, to get cash for the JD.
In the envelope was a note, a locker key, and a hundread bucks, $9,900 less than he was supposed to have. The note read:
Johnny,
Here is a partial payment, if you want the rest use the key to open locker 8A at the airport. Be careful there's feds all over the place.
"FUCK, that goddamn bastard!!"
Johnny payed for his liquor and went back to the meat plant to find that Mule was gone. He decided he'd deal with it later and went back to work.
In the envelope was a note, a locker key, and a hundread bucks, $9,900 less than he was supposed to have. The note read:
Johnny,
Here is a partial payment, if you want the rest use the key to open locker 8A at the airport. Be careful there's feds all over the place.
"FUCK, that goddamn bastard!!"
Johnny payed for his liquor and went back to the meat plant to find that Mule was gone. He decided he'd deal with it later and went back to work.
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As Johnny pulled away, he realized that he had come to the wrong side of the meat plant. He drove around the block, to where Mule had parked the van, and saw the van, still sitting there... surrounded by police cars. From his vantage point, he could see a body bag being wheeled into an ambulance, but the body looked a whole lot bigger than the one he had stolen from the morgue...
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"Wha... oh, shit." Alex rubbed his throbbing head. Damn, another fine nap prematurely cut short by his roomate. "Hey man, what'd you have to wake me up for? I was just having a well-deserved rest down here, and you had to come along... ah, fuck it." Sitting up, Alex fished around in his pockets. He was in luck - his hand encountered a nearly empty pack of cigs. He lit one, sighing with pleasure as the smoke worked its way through his lungs. He really wasn't supposed to smoke in the appartment, but what the hell, the smoke alarms hadn't worked in years anyway. "Hey, dude, know what?" He spoke between puffs. "I was having this real weird dream just now. One of those real fucking weird dreams, you know? See, there was this body in the morgue, and this one asshole that was hired to steal it..."
Johnny sat in the airport terminal for hours. He was too scared to get the rest of the cash from the locker, "What if some feds were staking in out just like in Get Shorty?", he thought "Only one way to find out.". Johnny went to the bookstore and picked up a thick collection of Elmore Lenord stories. He walked up to the front counter and rented out a locker right next to the one with the money in it.
Johnny went up to the locker and unlocked it. Within minutes two men, one dressed in khakis and a red polo shirt the other wearing a plain blue t-shirt and jeans, approached Johnny flashing badges, "Excuse me Sir, let me sir your bag." Johnny showed them the book. "Problem officers?" "No sir, random spot check, carry on."
Johnny looked calm but inside he was a ball of nerves, "Damn it the locker is staked out. Fuckin' Mule!!" Johnny glanced inside the locker, examining the screws. He placed the book insided the locker and exited the terminal to figure out what to do next.
Johnny went up to the locker and unlocked it. Within minutes two men, one dressed in khakis and a red polo shirt the other wearing a plain blue t-shirt and jeans, approached Johnny flashing badges, "Excuse me Sir, let me sir your bag." Johnny showed them the book. "Problem officers?" "No sir, random spot check, carry on."
Johnny looked calm but inside he was a ball of nerves, "Damn it the locker is staked out. Fuckin' Mule!!" Johnny glanced inside the locker, examining the screws. He placed the book insided the locker and exited the terminal to figure out what to do next.
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Trish
OOC: Sorry about being gone so long. QC I hope you are still here.
IC: Trish listened to Jeremy's well meant condolences but something inside her told her that they were both missing something here.
"Fuck that!" She said angrily not meaning being angry at him but at the whole situation as well as her own helplessness. "The only way I am going to 'heal' is to find some answers and that is what I am going to do right now. Don't worry about getting any more involved in this and putting your job on the line. You've done enough. Going it alone is better anyway. I learned that the hard way."
Standing up she walked out of the booth and out into the street only to be confronted by the sight of several police cars as well as a meat wagon across the street at some building.
"What the fuck," She said pushing through the gathering crowd. She had no idea it had anything to do with her friend and she usually headed the opposite way whenever she saw a cop but something drew her to this scene. Muscling her way through she finally stood at the barrier watching what was going on and wishing she could get some answers about exactly what that was."
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OOC: Sorry about being gone so long. QC I hope you are still here.
IC: Trish listened to Jeremy's well meant condolences but something inside her told her that they were both missing something here.
"Fuck that!" She said angrily not meaning being angry at him but at the whole situation as well as her own helplessness. "The only way I am going to 'heal' is to find some answers and that is what I am going to do right now. Don't worry about getting any more involved in this and putting your job on the line. You've done enough. Going it alone is better anyway. I learned that the hard way."
Standing up she walked out of the booth and out into the street only to be confronted by the sight of several police cars as well as a meat wagon across the street at some building.
"What the fuck," She said pushing through the gathering crowd. She had no idea it had anything to do with her friend and she usually headed the opposite way whenever she saw a cop but something drew her to this scene. Muscling her way through she finally stood at the barrier watching what was going on and wishing she could get some answers about exactly what that was."
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Trish made her way through the crowd, close enough to see some of what had caused such a gathering of people and media. She saw the back end of a van which had had one of its back doors nearly ripped off its hinges. At first, she thought there had been a wreck, but the van looked otherwise unharmed. She got there just in time to see the back of the ambulance being closed, and then watched as it pulled away, without sirens.
When a TV camera was pushed toward the van, Trish noticed something else... the inside of the van was covered in something wet, slick... and blood-red!
Trish made her way through the crowd, close enough to see some of what had caused such a gathering of people and media. She saw the back end of a van which had had one of its back doors nearly ripped off its hinges. At first, she thought there had been a wreck, but the van looked otherwise unharmed. She got there just in time to see the back of the ambulance being closed, and then watched as it pulled away, without sirens.
When a TV camera was pushed toward the van, Trish noticed something else... the inside of the van was covered in something wet, slick... and blood-red!
Johnny returned to the airport after work, with a small electric screw driver and a smoke bomb. Walking toward the locker he noticed a stainless steel trashcan down the hall from his destination. He fished into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette, camel reds. He implaed the camel red on the end of the smoke bomb and lit the cigarette. He dropped the smoke bomb into the trashcan and casully headed toward the locker.
He unlocked the locker he had rented out, ajacent to the one that held his pay. Suddenly there was a scream and people began evacuting the terminal as smoke erupted from the trashcan. Johnny jumped into the locker and shut the door, as phase one of his plan was complete.
Phase two: While everyone was exiting the airport, Johnny began to unscrew the metal wall of the locker, enabaling him to get into the other locker and retrieve the envelope containing the rest of his cash. Johnny counted the cash, "All here, good." He quickly rescrewed the metal wall back on and exited is locker, heading outside with the rest of the people.
OOC: Magister can I bring a second character in to keep things moving?
He unlocked the locker he had rented out, ajacent to the one that held his pay. Suddenly there was a scream and people began evacuting the terminal as smoke erupted from the trashcan. Johnny jumped into the locker and shut the door, as phase one of his plan was complete.
Phase two: While everyone was exiting the airport, Johnny began to unscrew the metal wall of the locker, enabaling him to get into the other locker and retrieve the envelope containing the rest of his cash. Johnny counted the cash, "All here, good." He quickly rescrewed the metal wall back on and exited is locker, heading outside with the rest of the people.
OOC: Magister can I bring a second character in to keep things moving?
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Jeremy
"You've done enough."
That's what she'd said.
But, done enough?
I thought about that. She wasn't under my supervision anymore, and I couldn't reuly help her in most cases. In that sense she was right. But can I leave her to do this alone? To dig herself into a hole that I can't get her out of?
I thought about that, wondering at what point my responsibilities to the state ended. They ended at eighteen. And she was twenty.
But was that it?
I thought it should be, that I should gather myself together and wait to see if she calls or stops by to see me. My responsibilites were done here. In fact, I didn't really even need to talk to her as I had today did I?
I got up, deciding to head back to the office and see if I could talk Colleen Petricel to go out with me tonight. We hadn't seen each other in a while, and it'd gone pretty well last time, given we'd been kicked out of the Last Cry Saloon for improper use of the men's room (I hear they still can't get rid of the smell). I grabbed my briefcase--I still can't believe I carry this damn thing!-- from beside the booth and start for the door.
When I get outside, I see the ambulance speeding off. There's no sign of Trish, at least from where I'm standing, and I'm certain she would have gone, seeing the police cars. I work my way toward the scene in front of me, telling people I'm involved with the police, an indirect statement, but no one asked for credentials. When I get near the scene, I see Trish standing near the barriers that were set up. There's a van with the back door open, and inside I thought I could see...
"Trish, you okay?"
I place a hand on her shoulder.
"Maybe you shouldn't see this. You've had a long couple days," I said.
I looked at the scen, then at Trish, and thought, okay, maybe my responsibility to the state has been realized, but what about my responsibility to her? She'd called me when she needed help, not the other way around. And that meant that she trusted me, almost as though I were her friend. I couldn't turn my back on that. Someone who'd had the life she'd had needed friends. Especially in times like these.
OOC: Nice to see you geri, welcome back...
"You've done enough."
That's what she'd said.
But, done enough?
I thought about that. She wasn't under my supervision anymore, and I couldn't reuly help her in most cases. In that sense she was right. But can I leave her to do this alone? To dig herself into a hole that I can't get her out of?
I thought about that, wondering at what point my responsibilities to the state ended. They ended at eighteen. And she was twenty.
But was that it?
I thought it should be, that I should gather myself together and wait to see if she calls or stops by to see me. My responsibilites were done here. In fact, I didn't really even need to talk to her as I had today did I?
I got up, deciding to head back to the office and see if I could talk Colleen Petricel to go out with me tonight. We hadn't seen each other in a while, and it'd gone pretty well last time, given we'd been kicked out of the Last Cry Saloon for improper use of the men's room (I hear they still can't get rid of the smell). I grabbed my briefcase--I still can't believe I carry this damn thing!-- from beside the booth and start for the door.
When I get outside, I see the ambulance speeding off. There's no sign of Trish, at least from where I'm standing, and I'm certain she would have gone, seeing the police cars. I work my way toward the scene in front of me, telling people I'm involved with the police, an indirect statement, but no one asked for credentials. When I get near the scene, I see Trish standing near the barriers that were set up. There's a van with the back door open, and inside I thought I could see...
"Trish, you okay?"
I place a hand on her shoulder.
"Maybe you shouldn't see this. You've had a long couple days," I said.
I looked at the scen, then at Trish, and thought, okay, maybe my responsibility to the state has been realized, but what about my responsibility to her? She'd called me when she needed help, not the other way around. And that meant that she trusted me, almost as though I were her friend. I couldn't turn my back on that. Someone who'd had the life she'd had needed friends. Especially in times like these.
OOC: Nice to see you geri, welcome back...
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geri
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Trish
OOC: Thanks QC nice to be back.
IC: Blood! I had dealt with it enough in my life to know I was looking at a van covered in blood. You would think that I would be hardened to the sight but I had never seen so much in one place at one time and I could feel my stomach begin to roil. I was staring at the sight as if I could not pull my eyes from it and it was true. I felt almost hypnotized by the scene before me even as I felt as if I would throw up at the very sight.
Jeremy's hand on my shoulder made me jump and whirl around my eyes wide. I rushed over to a semi private corner and finally gave into my stomach's urgings and emptied it on the pavement. Too much. It was all too much in too short of a time. I could feel Jeremy come up behind me and I asked the question to myself, "Why? Why is he here? Why does he even care about what happens to me? And why did I even call him this afternoon when Phyl died? I didn't know the answers but I did know that he was here now, right behind me and for whatever reason he was concerned about me. I wasn't alone.
Wiping my mouth on my sleeve I turned around and surprised myself by wrapping my arms around Jeremy's waist and burying my head in his chest. At that moment I didn't care about being tough or making it on my own. He was there and I needed him to be there. I was going to regret this later but right now the sorrow and horror of the day was too much for me and I began to cry gently against his chest.
I don't know how long I stay like that but I do know it was a long time before I was able to say in a harsh whisper, "I...I don't want to go home and be alone. I don't think I could take it right now."
OOC: Thanks QC nice to be back.
IC: Blood! I had dealt with it enough in my life to know I was looking at a van covered in blood. You would think that I would be hardened to the sight but I had never seen so much in one place at one time and I could feel my stomach begin to roil. I was staring at the sight as if I could not pull my eyes from it and it was true. I felt almost hypnotized by the scene before me even as I felt as if I would throw up at the very sight.
Jeremy's hand on my shoulder made me jump and whirl around my eyes wide. I rushed over to a semi private corner and finally gave into my stomach's urgings and emptied it on the pavement. Too much. It was all too much in too short of a time. I could feel Jeremy come up behind me and I asked the question to myself, "Why? Why is he here? Why does he even care about what happens to me? And why did I even call him this afternoon when Phyl died? I didn't know the answers but I did know that he was here now, right behind me and for whatever reason he was concerned about me. I wasn't alone.
Wiping my mouth on my sleeve I turned around and surprised myself by wrapping my arms around Jeremy's waist and burying my head in his chest. At that moment I didn't care about being tough or making it on my own. He was there and I needed him to be there. I was going to regret this later but right now the sorrow and horror of the day was too much for me and I began to cry gently against his chest.
I don't know how long I stay like that but I do know it was a long time before I was able to say in a harsh whisper, "I...I don't want to go home and be alone. I don't think I could take it right now."
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Jeremy
When she started to cry, I was amazed. I knew it'd been wearing her down, but I'd never thought I'd see her breaking down like this.
I hugged her back, letting her cry until she was ready to speak.
"I...I don't want to go home and be alone. I don't think I could take it right now," she whispered, her voice weak from crying.
Was I going to actually say this? I thought about the repercussions in terms of my job, wondering fi there was some technicality that prevented me from doing this.
"Why don't you stay with me for a couple days?" I asked, looking down at her. "I have that empty house anyway. It isn't big but, company would be nice."
When she started to cry, I was amazed. I knew it'd been wearing her down, but I'd never thought I'd see her breaking down like this.
I hugged her back, letting her cry until she was ready to speak.
"I...I don't want to go home and be alone. I don't think I could take it right now," she whispered, her voice weak from crying.
Was I going to actually say this? I thought about the repercussions in terms of my job, wondering fi there was some technicality that prevented me from doing this.
"Why don't you stay with me for a couple days?" I asked, looking down at her. "I have that empty house anyway. It isn't big but, company would be nice."
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Trish
I fought to control my emotions. This was very unlike me and I was already regretting my outburst but something deep inside me was grateful I would not have to be alone with my thoughts tonight.
I looked up at Jeremy and nodded letting go of his waist and folding my arms against my chest as I followed him to his car. Sliding into the passenger seat I crouched down and stared out the window wishing, not for the first time in her life, that either she or the world would vanish never to return.
I fought to control my emotions. This was very unlike me and I was already regretting my outburst but something deep inside me was grateful I would not have to be alone with my thoughts tonight.
I looked up at Jeremy and nodded letting go of his waist and folding my arms against my chest as I followed him to his car. Sliding into the passenger seat I crouched down and stared out the window wishing, not for the first time in her life, that either she or the world would vanish never to return.
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Ian
Ian began to pick the stuff up off the floor but stopped when he heard about Alex's dream. He looked at his room mate as if he was crazy and said, "You have been smoking too much man. You need to lay off the booze or something."
He started to pick all the stuff up off the floor again and sighed. What the hell had he done to get stuck with room mates like this? Was he being punished for something in a previous life?
Ian began to pick the stuff up off the floor but stopped when he heard about Alex's dream. He looked at his room mate as if he was crazy and said, "You have been smoking too much man. You need to lay off the booze or something."
He started to pick all the stuff up off the floor again and sighed. What the hell had he done to get stuck with room mates like this? Was he being punished for something in a previous life?
