Skillfulness
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Dot, dot, dot, Baby
Just wait’ll this town sees what I got
Revenge tastes sweetest when you’ve got someone in mind
And boy to I have someone in mind
Someones, actually, but that’s beside the point
I’ll pain the town red, stir a little crazy
Kill for a bit of fun
And see how much I can get them to squirm
Get ready, cause the game’s about to start
Rated PG-13 for mild violence and language, if you so wish. There is a chance your character will die. Reflects plot points from the book Skin. Reserves and questions now being taken.
Just wait’ll this town sees what I got
Revenge tastes sweetest when you’ve got someone in mind
And boy to I have someone in mind
Someones, actually, but that’s beside the point
I’ll pain the town red, stir a little crazy
Kill for a bit of fun
And see how much I can get them to squirm
Get ready, cause the game’s about to start
Rated PG-13 for mild violence and language, if you so wish. There is a chance your character will die. Reflects plot points from the book Skin. Reserves and questions now being taken.
The Place:
Summer Hills has always been a quiet town, perched atop a North Dakota valley in the north. Redundant, yes, but true. There’s the gas station, the police department, and the hodgepodge of other stores along one main street. The two thousand odd citizens live in houses that branch off said road on winding streets. A few families even have some farms on the outskirts, adding to the hometown feel. The main road goes out of the town southbound and the valley slops down to the north. Mountains rise up in the distance on all sides, but the closest ones are clearly to the west. The nearest city is a good few miles southern of Summer Hills, maybe a half hour drive.
Some specific buildings come to mind. The police department is in the exact center of town, with a little lot, off the main road. A few stores like a comic store and grocery surround it before transforming into houses again. A few blocks away from the valley before the gas station and post office come to view. At the most upper right portion of town, the library sits proudly atop the crest of the valley along with a towing facility, at the very edge of Summer Hills. Around the entire town, ranches and farms are placed at varying distances, most a good mile or two apart. As the buildings spread from the main road, it becomes thinner. Most yards are healthily green while other land is scruffy and dry, even more so out by the farms. This is the gist of Summer Hills, a small, peaceful North Dakota town.
The Problem:
Not two days ago, the sun was shining beautifully. People were happily going about their business as usual. But yesterday, reports came in that a storm was on its way. Now this is really no problem in any normal circumstance, but this became far from normal far too quickly. On Tuesday evening, when the storms started, officials were shocked to discover the storms had become much fiercer than they first calculated. At first, they found a tornado heading in from the west. Then, another was on its way from the southeast. Finally, a third tornado had appeared from the valley, approaching the town from the north.
People were warned of the terrible conditions and nearly every citizen was housed and every visitor had left. Now that situation alone sounds bad. But that same night, two police officers came upon a vandal at the grocery store. When they engaged him, the vandal attacked and killed both officers. One of the workers in the store had hidden when she heard the first shots and after the man left, she called in the incident. A message was scrawled along the wall stating, ”Ruth’s dead, Officer Harding, but she’s just the first. Time for revenge, pigs. Ready or not, here I come.” The worker was found dead after more police forces arrived and the news was kept under wraps for the moment. Still, because of the harsh weather, investigations had to be postponed until morning. By then, things had taken a completely different turn for the worse.
You are an unfortunate soul who’s been caught up in this string of murders by Sterling Black. As Tuesday rolls into Wednesday, you find yourself at the library at the edge of town with a few others. The storm rages on and as the tornados close in, a sense of dread fills the building. You and the others flee to the basement and wait out the storm, awaking Wednesday morning to a terrifying game set up by none other than Sterling Black. How you play the game is up to you, but Black makes the rules. Make your move.
The Players:
NPCs
Officer Jerald Harding- Police, husband of Ruth Harding, officer in charge of investigations involving the killer, likes to play ‘good cop bad cop’, often tests a person’s character with harsh treatment, enjoys a good game of poker, strong looking and rugged, bears similarity to Han Solo, first to arrive after his wife called in the murders.
Ruth Harding- First victim of Sterling Black, wife of Jerald Harding, worked at the supermarket, kind and generous, not particularly handsome, maybe even ugly, involved in scientific experiments in the past, no known connection to the killer, knit with her friends and volunteered regularly.
Detective Markus- From the FBI, cold and calculating, eccentric, sent to help with the murder cases, appears late Wednesday morning, suspicious, questioning, curious but careful, not much is known about him besides his queer personality.
Sterling Black- Murderer, possibly connected to other murder cases out of state, past is unknown, appearance is unknown, personality is a puzzle, will slowly be revealed as days go on.
Summer Hills townsfolk and various others to be revealed as the game moves forward.
You
Name: We won’t require any fingerprints yet
Age: Between 20 and 30, sorry for the limits
Gender: If you have problems with this section, talk to a doctor
History: A two paragraph account. Also, one thing I will require is a minor (or major) form of trauma in your characters life. This (as with age) is important to the plot so stay with me and be creative with it. I’ll let you know about what kinds of changes need to be made, if any
Personality: Another two paragraph description of your characters character. How do they act and react, what makes them tick? See this thread for tips and help ~Character Questionnaire
Appearance: A two paragraph description of your character on day one. Actually, there’s a good chance we won’t be changing clothes even though the plot is over a few days. So stick with a physical description and one outfit
Other: Empty space, can be used for storage
RPG Sample: Yes they’re back! I know I hate them too but just give me a quick taste of your RPGing powers. Tell me why your character is in Summer Hills. Are they passing through? Visiting a friend? Do they live there? Also, give them a reason to meet in the library. First posts will bring everyone together in the library and then we’ll go from there. Sterling Black is waiting…
Accepted:
Skillfulness: Anastasia Kitson
Pending:
Vivian Bloom: Lauren Poltero
Reserved:
Raiden193
Universe Chaser
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My Character, who will be thown into this situation, will also lead you all along.
Name: Anastasia Kitson
Age: 23
Gender: Female
History: Anastasia grew up with a mother and father who were missionaries for the church. Born in England, her parents brought her along on their trips and showed her the world, from every angle. She saw the poverty and pain as well as the glory and joy. And all this as a child! Her parents also spoon fed her the story of God and Christianity. Life was good up until their trip to Saudi Arabia.
Anastasia was six and her parents were working to help build homes for the Saudis. Unfortunately, an extremist group of Muslims were enraged by their differing faith view and slaughtered the families there. Anastasia and one other young girl were taken as prizes and from there, life took a turn for the worse. The girls became slaves to neighboring families. Daily they were abused and given tough work for the enjoyment of their captors. Anastasia was stubborn, though, and would speak out, only to be beaten harder. Gradually, her resolve faded and she learned to silently obey.
At the age of twelve, the other girl, now Anastasia’s close friend, devised a plan of escape for them. She had access to the right tools and both could run away to America. Unfortunately, they were found out in the middle of execution and only Anastasia escaped, leaving her only friend to be murdered the next day. Still, following out the plan, she was able to escape to California and find work here and there. She waited tables, cleaned dishes, babysat, and eventually made enough money get a car at eighteen.
Anastasia slowly moved from state to state, finding she had a talent for music. She got schooling and soon taught music herself, and suddenly she was being called to Canada for not only her musical ability, but her background in faith. She had a fragile relationship with God, scarred from mistreatment in Saudi Arabia, but a good friend was encouraging her to go so she went, just as the storms hit Summer Hills.
Personality: Anastasia is a shy woman. She isn’t keen on making many friends or being popular, but she also doesn’t enjoy being honest and vulnerable. The few friends she has are very close and their bonds are strong, but she has trouble trusting strangers. She’s also nervous around strangers and not big on smiling or having a good time. She’s only happy when she’s in her type of environment.
What type would that be? Well, she prefers women to men and is intimidated by boldness. She likes calm and casual, unwilling to bring up serious or hurtful issues. Anastasia avoids negative topics, but this doesn’t mean she doesn’t care. On the contrary, she has a genuine compassion for the oppressed or mistreated. She just doesn’t like to talk about it.
Anastasia offers good advice for her friends’ problems and is very wise. She can make good decisions without batting any eyelash. Doing the right thing just comes naturally to her. Of course, she’s not above making mistakes. She’s a bit clumsy and detached from the social world. If she could, she would hole up and never deal with other people again. She was an innocent soul that was marred from the start.
But perhaps it’s made her stronger. Anastasia is not easily offended or made angry. Sure she’s not always very affectionate, but she does care. She’s loyal and not prone to lying and hates herself for hurting others, accident or not. She doesn’t want to impart any amount of pain to others due to her past experiences. All in all, she’s kind and considerate but withdrawn and socially awkward.
Appearance: Anastasia is around five and a half feet tall and weighs about one hundred and ten pounds. She has fair skin, nearly pale, and light freckles dot her cheeks and nose. Speaking of which, her nose is slightly larger and pointy than the average persons’. Her eyes are blue gray and are somewhat small, concealed in high cheekbones. She has hair that’s around shoulder length and wavy. She cuts if with lots of layers and often it looks a little messy. She has a few scars from her days in Saudi Arabia, namely along her back.
Anastasia is currently wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, fit perfect to her legs. She has a pair of black flip flops, made from especially comfortable foam. Up top, she’s wearing a plain green V-neck with a cream cami underneath, for modesty. She also has a brown long-sleeved jacket with warm lighter brown lining and two deep pockets. Her only accessories are a golden cross necklace, dangling on her chest, and a small navy purse, holding girly things.
Other: Anastasia’s encounter with the Saudi family was not a positive one and gave her some minor brain damage to her frontal lobe. At least she thinks so, but can’t quite remember her meeting with the doctor. Some things in her purse are a cell phone, lip chap, mints, a brush, and some money. She has never dated a guy (or girl) before. She’s very skilled in playing many instruments like the harp, piano, viola, trumpet, and nearly anything else she picks up.
RPG Sample: “No no no no no no NO!” Anastasia mumbled at the car. Her little green beetle had never let her down before, but with rainy conditions, it was on its last leg. Something must have overheated the engine when she tried going after that last light. The traction was close to none and wind was forcing the car into traffic. Or lack thereof.
Nearly the whole town was holed up in their homes for the coming storm. Since late afternoon, dark skies threatened with spurts of showers and high winds. Still, a few braved the empty streets. There were times when the weather let up and Anastasia was hoping for something like that to get her through. Pulling to the side and opening her car door, she exited into the gentle rain.
Okay, while it’s peaceful now, call a cab or something… Her thoughts halted as she saw a pair of headlights coming her way. She stepped out into the road more and started waving her arms. The light grew brighter and she heard brakes being applied.
“Hey! You know that there’re some real bad storms comin’, right?” a mand said from outside his cars window. Anastasia approached the driver’s side. She immediately saw his car was a tow truck and relief flooded her.
“Yes yes I know. I only needed to get across town quickly, but my car’s not working right. Do you think you can tow it to the garage or something? Please?” She looked into his green eyes and knew he would say yes before he did. With a sigh, he pulled around and got to work.
“You’ve got to be crazy- I’ve got to be crazy doin’ this. I’ll take you out to the garage but I can assure you no one’ll be workin’ on it till morning.” Anastasia frowned, but was willing to wait. This stroke of luck was good enough for her.
“But if you want somewhere to wait, the library practically across the street.” Finishing his work, the man opened the side door for Anastasia to enter. Plopping in the passenger seat, she began managing her mess of hair.
“I can’t thank you enough for your help. I think the library sounds like a good idea. What about you?”
“Oh I’ll be fine. Name’s Greg by the way. I’ll make sure you’re good and safe before this storm tears through.” Anastasia blushed. She wasn’t good friends with many men, but his kindness was enough to make her feel uncomfortable, yet cared for. She continued talking with him until they made it to the garage. From there, she walked herself to the library to wait for the morning.
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