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Post by citizenmike on Dec 26, 2009 14:18:02 GMT -5
Verdi Cries Presents Episode One Players & Pawns: An Introduction To Fate
All those who have crossed path's with an Object are fated to intersect. Welcome to Verdi Cries. This is where you're story begins. At the very moment you read this, there many across the world who are in connection with an object. For some, virgins, it is their first taste. For others, it is an awaited goal or a lost dream. Whoever they may be, what reasons they have, their all fated to converge in the great state of Arizona.
This is the road they cross. This is the beginning of their journey. Instructions & Goals:*Players are to start in various locations, giving a description of who their characters are, where they are from, their encounter with an Object or an Individual, and their reasons for searching. *By a player's fourth post, their character must cross path's and intersect with another. *The ultimate goal is to reach Andreas de Mesa, Arizona... Alive. *Standard play-by-post rules apply. Posts must not be longer than four paragraphs, excluding dialogue.
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Post by citizenmike on Dec 26, 2009 14:36:02 GMT -5
Cambridge, Massachusetts...
Early in the darkness of the morning, Emma and Veronica Roth immerse themselves in their father's notebooks. It was barely hours ago when Emma and Veronica discovered their inherited Objects, powerful heirlooms left to them by their recently deceased father.
"It doesn't make sense.", Veronica said as she pulled herself away from one of her father's notebooks, rubbing the tire from her eyes.
Emma rose and placed the cigarette away from her lips as she approached her sister. "Take a break.", Emma said. "A nap or something. I will wake you up when something turns up.".
Looking at the books around her, Veronica replied. "It's going to take awhile, you know?".
"I know.", Emma replied following a drag off the cigarette. "But I figure we have all the time in the world.".
"Alright.", Veronica nodded as she rose from the arm chair and walked to the couch.
In turn, Emma took her place and starting looking through the book as Veronica slowly fell to the arms of sleep.
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Post by Trace on Dec 26, 2009 15:09:41 GMT -5
Jacob Toma didn't care why they were here, he just cared about how much money he would make once they carried this out. It was simple, get in, clear out the library and get out. Why they had sent four armed men with him was still a mystery to Jacob, he could have done this himself and saved them the manpower. But he knew better than to question his current employers, he wasn't stupid, he knew far too well what they were capable of doing.
"Alright boys, this one is simple. We all know what we're looking for, how about we get this done quick so I can go and spend the vast amount of money I'm getting for this job."
The armed men nodded. None of them wanted to be here, they all knew what Jacob was like, how much of a psychopath he could be. But they too knew better than to question their employers. On his order the armed men burst down the door to the Roth household, and begin their search.
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Post by citizenmike on Dec 26, 2009 15:16:26 GMT -5
Emma's eyes widened as she heard the crash downstairs. On the other end of the room, Veronica awoke and asked, "What was that?".
"I have no idea.", Emma replied.
Emma's heart raced as she lit another cigarette to gain back her composure. Emma took a long drag before placing it on the ashtray and moving close to the door. Slowly, she opened it and crept close to the staircase to find armed men coming into the house. Turning back to Veronica, she said, "Get up. I think we have to leave.".
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Post by childofthehunt on Dec 27, 2009 2:29:29 GMT -5
"Thanks Grandma." Veruca mumbled to herself with a weak smile.
She was standing in the middle of her deceased grand mother's living room, holding a small black rectangular box that contained a red satin ribbon. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, remembering her grand mother. Aside from the mysterious ribbon, she also gave her an outrageously large amount of money, deposited in her bank account.
Veruca looked around for the last time, turned around and stepped out of the front door, heading back to Grayling proper. Meanwhile, back in the city Tristan thought it would be best to get out of his apartment, again, and head to the Hartwick State Park to kill time, before lunch. He figured he could play chess with the old geezers hanging out in the park or something.
Tristan grabbed his faded blue jacket and head out to the street. There was something different in the air today that somehow excited him. He just doesn't know what exactly.
As he came around the bend he heard screaming. Looking up he saw a man running towards his direction, holding a woman's bag. Behind the man was a girl running after the man screaming for help. Tristan purposely bumped hard into the man, and it sent the bastard falling down on the pavement.
He gave the man a look and that was enough to send the man running away, leaving the contents of the bag scattered everywhere.
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Post by tommytyrant on Dec 27, 2009 14:42:38 GMT -5
Vinnie groaned as the rays of morning's first light shone through his window and pierced his eyes. Rolling around, the sheets were all tangled. He rolled to his side to look at the clock on his bedside cabinet, it was 8:30am. Too bloody early yet.. Vinnie though could not get back to sleep. It had been a hot restless night, sweat glistened off his body. Lifting an arm to smell underneath he quickly pulled his head back and peeled his underwear off throwing them into a wash basket. He strode naked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, picking his flask up out of the sink and taking it in the shower with him. ________________________________
Another day another dollar.. That is if you have a farcking job to go to. Vinnie hopped down the steps leading from his apartment down to the street below, he breathed deep of the 'American' air he had dreamed of so lovingly before. "First things first," Vinnie said quietly to himself making a mental note "Off to the pub" A smirk slid along his face as he walked the well known route to the closest bar, stroking his ring.
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Post by childofthehunt on Dec 28, 2009 9:43:11 GMT -5
"Thank you." Veruca uttered, trying to catch her breath as she bent down picking up her things on the pavement.
The moment she got off the bus from her Grandma's house, some crazy homeless guy snatched her bag from her. Fortunately a divine creature of light, for Veruca, appeared out of nowhere and rescued her.
"Aren't you gonna ask me if I'm okay?" The pale skinned guy asked casually.
"What?" Veruca stopped what she was doing, looked up and saw his beautiful face and his glorious blueish gray eyes were looking down at her. The truth is she heard him clearly, but she just found it weird that he would say something like that.
"Are you okay?" She asked anyway, as she picked up the rectangular black box that contained the satin red ribbon, Grandma Alice passed on to her.
The guy didn't answer, hands on his pockets, not even bothering to help her. Then he saw a photo on the ground near where he stood. Finally, he bent over and picked it up. He was looking at it.
"Alice Hemsworth..." He stated with a hint of surprise in his steady but casual voice.
"She's my grandmother." Veruca replied, shielding her eyes from the sun with the black rectangular box. "How did you know..."
"How is she?" The mysterious guy inquired, cutting her.
"Dead." She answered, trying to sound casual and probably amusing.
The creature of light, for Veruca that is, held on to the photo and crossed the street. He moved so gracefully that he almost seemed to be floating. He entered an ice cream parlor, while Veruca struggled to keep up with him.
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Post by Trace on Dec 28, 2009 15:24:39 GMT -5
Jacob watched as the armed men searched through the house. He didn't bother getting his hands dirty when he didn't need too, he preferred to bark orders and get the job done quickly. He walked around the lower floor, watching as the four armed men completely turned the place over.
"There's nothing down here sir." One of them said.
Jacob nodded as he looked around the house. He spotted the staircase and looked upwards.
"Upstairs then," Jacob said casually. "Find the library, and do it quickly."
The men nodded, and SMG's in hand charged upstairs, heading towards the area that Veronica and Emma were in.
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Post by citizenmike on Dec 28, 2009 15:46:59 GMT -5
"Were going to have to split up.", Veronica said as she paced around the room.
Emma lit a cigarette, she needed something to hold on to; something to calm her. Pacing as he sister did, she asked, "What do you think they want?".
Veronica replied, "What else?"
"You think they know about this?".
"I don't know, but whoever they are, their here for something.".
Veronica motioned close to Emma, took the cigarette from her hand, and had a drag herself. "We have to split up.".
"Are you insane?", Emma hissed as she drew herself closer to her sister.
"Right now, its the only option we have.". Veronica took another drag off the cigarette. "Stand by the door, and when you have the chance, use the watch and make a run for it. I'll hide somewhere here and when the coast is clear, I'll leave through the vine outside the window. We'll meet up at the car, have it ready, but keep everything off."
Emma nodded.
Veronica threw her arms around her sister and said, "We can do it.".
The sister's pulled away. Veronica kept herself beneath the large desk as Emma found her spot next to the door.
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Post by childofthehunt on Dec 29, 2009 5:33:56 GMT -5
When Veruca entered the ice cream shop, he spotted PC sitting at a corner table, looking back at her. It was as if he was waiting for her to sit down and join him. She had to fight her way through the kids and their parents inside the shop, to get to his table. Veruca placed her bag down on the table together with the black box that contained the red satin ribbon.
"Tristan." He introduced himself, not bothering to offer his hand for a hand shake.
"Veruca." She told him as soon as she sat down on the rather uncomfortable stainless chair.
"Veruca? As in Veruca Salt." Tristan queried, his face starting to light up, amused. "From Charlie and the Chocolate factory?"
She nodded, fascinated and offended at the same time. Then he chuckled ever so softly as he put down Grandma Alice's photo on the table. The black box resting on Veruca's bag caught his eye. There was something inscribed in it with a silver ink. He opened it without bothering to ask for her permission.
"How did you get this?" He asked, his velvety voice sounded concerned.
"Grandma Alice. My aunts said she wanted me to have it." Veruca answered plainly. "Why?"
Rather than replying, Tristan opened the box immediately. His beautiful face looked disappointed when all he saw was a lousy red ribbon inside. He removed the ribbon out of the box and noticed something else. The ribbon was laying on top of a cardboard paper. He peeled the cover off and found a stained ancient looking piece of paper folded underneath.
Tristan began unfolding the piece of paper and mumbled, "It's a map of something."
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Post by tommytyrant on Dec 30, 2009 1:43:48 GMT -5
It was not even lunch time when Vinnie swung himself out of the bar. Trashed off his rocker he was holding onto anything he could for balance, laughing at the odd stumble he would make as he nearly face planted into the ground. Vinnie took off his ring and hel it up to the sky looking through it. He smiled widely, like a child with a new toy.
Vinnie was hungry, he had started drinking on an empty stomach so was worse than usual. He had to find a small cafe or fast food restaraunt for a meal. As he swaggered clumsily along the street, his head swaying to a deaf song in his head a small nagging was in the back of his head. It sounded like it was saying, Arizona.
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Post by Trace on Dec 30, 2009 12:19:44 GMT -5
The armed men ran up the stairs to the top floor, while Jacob followed slowly behind, his mind focused on what he was going to spend his earnings on. Probably the same as usual - drink and women. The men searched through the floor, while Jacob settled his sights on the library. He grinned, this was where the prize was. He walked up to the door, pushing it open.
"This is the room." Jacob said with a smile.
< *** >
Somewhere outside of Massachusetts
"Piece of junk."
Kyle was standing on the side of some random dirt road on the way to Arizona. His ride, a classic 1967 Mustang, had broken down an hour after Massachusetts and having checked under the hood it was easy to see why. The engine was fried and pretty much unusable. Guess that's what happens when you drive for days in the heat without refilling the water tank.
"Guess I'm walking."
Grabbing his bag from the back seat of his car Kyle set off towards Arizona, his hitchhiking finger at the ready.
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Post by citizenmike on Dec 30, 2009 12:51:54 GMT -5
Emma could have sworn her heart stopped beating for a moment when the doors opened. She watched as slowly the men poured into the room. She had to wait.
She kept her eyes on the bottom of the desk, where Veronica hid. Why were they even doing this? There had to be a better way. God damn it, it was too late to turn back.
Emma took a deep breath, pressed the watch, and immersed herself in the distorted reality that held time for her. Quickly, she ran out of the room, made her way past the men and entered their old bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. As the door closed, reality snapped back as she found herself suffering from mild dizziness.
This was the plan, get her purse, the keys're in there, get Veronica's purse, and then make the run for the car.
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Post by childofthehunt on Dec 30, 2009 14:00:49 GMT -5
"I think your Grandmother wants you to travel to Arizona." Tristan advised softly, holding up the map into the light.
"It's all written in gibberish, how can you even read those?" Veruca couldn't help but ask, leaning over the table to get a glimpse of the map.
Again, Tristan didn't reply. But the language, and the letters, were all written in a text resembling latin. Growing up, he remembered his father collecting books and journals scribed in the same language. He never really knew his father's fascination about them. But he learned, thanks to him.
"Do you drive?" She inquired, all of a sudden. "You have a car?"
"Yes to both." He replied, eyes fixed on the map. "And No, I won't drive you. We just met."
"I'll pay you." Veruca informed, holding out her bank book to show the large amount of money her grandmother gave her. "How does $2000 sound?"
Tristan, finally, dropped the map on the table and looked her in the eyes with a smirk on his face.
"Get a plane ticket to Arizona, that would get you there faster." He suggested coldly. "And I barely know you."
"I thought of that, but you're the only one who can read that crap. Please, for Grandma Alice, help me." She pleaded, trying her best not to get lost in his blueish gray eyes.
He paused, examining her big pleading brown eyes. He drummed his fingers on the table, as if trying to reconsider.
"$4000." Tristan mumbled.
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Post by Trace on Dec 30, 2009 17:16:38 GMT -5
Jacob directed the men in pulling apart the library, taking every single book and notebook relating to their topic. Anything that looked mildly useful to their superiors was taken. None of them really knew what their superiors were going to use a bunch of books for, but it was in their better natures that to question.
"I wan't everything out in the truck boys," Jacob said, looking around the room as the men did their jobs. "I don't care whether it looks useful to us or not, but your bosses want everything that this old man has."
Jacob leant against the same desk that Veronica was hiding under, observing the situation. He caught sight of a picture on the desk, a man and two women. He recognised the man as the former occupant of the house, which meant to two women must have been his daughters. That's when something popped into his head.
"You sure we're alone in this house?" Jacob barked at the nearest man.
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