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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 22:41:35 GMT -5
That sounds good. Parents names sound good, I don't really mind what they are called x3 if you could write a starter post, I would be eternally grateful along with my deep-friend brain oh heavens please help me
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Sept 5, 2016 17:25:34 GMT -5
(Sorry! >< I got preoccupied yesterday and couldn't start us up. Here is the starter post!)
The small city of Rifter, North Carolina was generally a quiet, uneventful place. Which was why it came as a shock when portly little banker Jeremiah Stokes was arrested for the murder of three little girls, one of which was his own daughter. Mr. Stokes had always been known as a friendly, good-natured man who refused to even lay out mousetraps. He cherished his daughter greatly and did his best as a single father. The news rocked the town, and eventually reached the ears of Triage. On the surface, Triage was a prive investigation firm that specialized in strange cases. What most didn't know was that the organization also housed a very peculiar group of people, who could perceive the truth behind the Jeremiah Stokes case.
It was Ms. Sandin, the housekeeper, who first noticed the crawlspace. She had been cleaning the house, when she noticed a thin, plaster covering on the wall. It seemed much thinner than the rest of the wall. Curious, she poked through it. The covering came off easily, revealing a small, pitch black hole. Almost immediately, a hideous stench seemed to emanate from the dark, dank crawlspace. Terrified, the poor woman refused to investigate any further, and reported the hole to the police. The chief of police instantly recognized the hole for what it was. He had been on the force for a long time, and had come across this many times before. He didn't fully understand it, but he knew that he needed to take action quickly. So he contacted a friend, who had knowledge of the field, and that friend contacted Triage, who deployed two field agents to take the job.
It was a hot afternoon only a few days later when the red car pulled up in front of the police station, and the dark haired young man stepped out of the driver's seat. He looked serious and dutiful, almost brooding, although it could have just been the pallor of someone who had spent too much time in the dark. Which was the truth, but who didn't, in their line of work? His clothing was simple - a plaid shirt and light blue jean jacket with the Triage logo on the back - a black crown with a green eye in the middle. He sported baggy black jeans with multiple pockets, and a holster with a Beretta M9 securely in place. Although his overall appearance was that of a rather tired person, despite his young age, his intelligent blue eyes proved otherwise behind round glasses, flitting observantly around the area to take in the building, and he gave off an aura of energy and commitment. "What do you make of this place?" He asked the female who accompanied him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 13:01:13 GMT -5
[ Sorry for the absence. I've got a class coming up and a meeting afterwards but I'll try to get a couple posts in when I get everything sorted. ]
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