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Mr. Smith

The uncanny gunman

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a character in “Asheville”, originally authored by LiberalGamer, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Class: Killer

Physical description: Almost everything about him looks unnatural. He is too tall at 7'8" and he is almost bone thin. His movement is too strong and firm for his frail frame. He has perfect blonde hair that never seems to get messy and his two piece suit is never ruffled.

Personality: He comes across as creepily friendly and carefree. To the other Killers he comes off as arrogant and over confident.

Equipment and Abilities: He has a pair of pistols and a sawed off shotgun he uses. He can produce these three weapons seemingly out of no where. He as one supernatural ability. He can apply forces to his own body. This makes his movement look eerie.

So begins...

Mr. Smith's Story

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Mr. Smith walks up to the front of the church, singing a song quietly to himself. He seems too intent on what he is doing to notice anyone else. He pushes open the door and strolls inside. He glaces around with a slightly too wide smile.

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Checker noticed the eerily tall man walk into the church seemingly out of nowhere. He stopped, startled. He was almost impossible to sneak up on, something of which he was immensely proud of. Yet this man had literally walked right by him, without him noticing. He frowned, and tilted his head when he noticed how the man was walking. He was walking in...strange, jerky movements. He was sure that this guy was a Killer, just like him. He considered leaving, but then mentally shook his head, and followed after the man into the church, intent on finishing his ritual. Who knows? He might talk to him. He might end up killing him, or vice versa. He checked over his shoulder, checking for Civilians. There were too many Killers in Civ territory right now, and he was concerned about a Civ seeing them all. Looking back, he continued up towards the church.

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Reverend Arin Hears the doors of the church creak open. He beings to stroll down the stairs the church main hall. The doors opening didn't surprise him in the slightest he almost never locked the church, because the house of god should never be denied to anyone that seeks it.

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Mr. Smith's smile some how grows wider. He sits in the second row of pews and glances back at Checker. He waves and returns his focus to the Reverend. "Nice night. How are you folks?"

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"Welcome all what brings you to the house of the father." Reverand began almost as if this was normal gathering for mass.

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"I was just in the neighborhood and decided that this place looked nice. So I'm going to make it mine." He props his feet up on the pew in front of him.

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"Ah, your welcome to stay as long as you like. But none can own a house of God, anyone can call this place home, but none can claim it as theirs."

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He chuckles and stands. "So, Father. I must ask. Are you a Killer or a dier?" His right hand moves out of sight behind his back. "I'd like to move on to some harder prey if you will make this quick."

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Checker nodded to the Reverend, wondering when he started working in the Church, and whether he was a Civilian or a Killer. If he was a Civilian, he wondered if he knew they were Killers. According to ancient tradition, they should be at each other’s throats right now. He didn’t care to uphold that law right now, as he was here for only one purpose, and besides, the Reverend did seem a little...off. He didn’t like the tall guy’s arrogance, especially in this place. He smirked and continued down the center aisle, sitting down on the far end of the pews, in the front.
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Upon hearing the tall man's words, Checker cautiously stood up and turned. He now knew for sure that the tall guy was a Killer, and although he too wanted to know whether or not the Reverend was a Killer too, he did not want the him to be hurt. He was right in saying that the house of God belonged to no one but God, and now it seemed that the tall man was going to kill him. Checker did not agree with the direction this was going.
He spoke calmly. "You." Nodding in the direction of the tall man, he continued, "Don't hurt him. He was nice enough to accept us here and you probably know how few other places will let people like us in." Although he spoke peaceably, his eyes were scanning the man, preparing for a fight if the need came. The man had his hand behind his back, and although Checker hadn't seen any weapons there earlier, that didn't mean crap in Asheville.

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Mr. Smith sits back down. He pulls a pistol from behind his back. "I suppose I can leave it...What about you? You don't look too special. What are you?" He start playing with the pistol, spinning it on his finger.

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Reverend smiles happly at Checker. "Thank you you want is your name my child." His smile seem as though he was told the best knew as he calm and politely ask "Why would people like you be denied entrance to anywhere?" He places gentle behind his back standing up straight with an almost ignorant smile as though he didn't even really notice he was just threatened or didn't care.

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Checker looked from the tall guy to the Reverend and back.
"My name is Checker." He said. He tilted his head. "I don't think myself particularly special either, but at least I know my bounds." He spoke the last part with a low voice. He watched as the man played with a pistol that he had grabbed seemingly out of nowhere. "And you, what's your name?" He gestured to the tall man. He asked the Reverend the same question. He paused. "Also, Reverend, are you a Civilian?"

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"My name is Mr. Smith. I guess I won't need this." He stops spinning the pistol and drops it behind the pew he is sitting on. It clatters on the floor.

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Mr. Smith eyes them both as he hums lowly to himself, ignoring the Reverend's question. The tune he hums is creepy and unsettling.

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Checker eyed Mr. Miles. Wasn't this a Protestant Church? He shrugged. "I don't believe I have any sins that I haven't already confessed, Mr. Miles. And, personally, I don't think I need to sit inside a box for my sins to be heard. I'm also a bit claustrophobic."
He leaned back on the pew, crossing his arms. "But thank you. I'm here for a tradition that I uphold every month. It's very parental." He smirked.

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Mr. Smith stands and sighs. "Well this has been fun, but I must leave." He turns and heads for the door, singing to himself. "I could save your life, but I'd rather watch you die. All the people say I'm crazy, but I'm just..." The door swings shut behind him, cutting him off.

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Checker tilted his head slightly. "Like I said, I don't have any sins that I can't confess myself. But thanks for the offer, Reverend. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay here a little longer. I need to finish my...ritual.” He smiled at the word. “Goodnight, Reverend.” He watched the Reverend carefully. There was something off about him, something he couldn’t quite place.

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"Ritual, you say for what if i may ask." He says cheerful as he wraps a rosary around his hand and placing it to his heart. "I might be able to help I have performed a few... rituals (he says it slowly soft tone almost erie when put against normal happy tone) in my day"

The setting changes from Silent Church to Fletcher's Bar.

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The front door opens and Mr. Smith ducks in. He is humming a tune to himself. He walks up to the bar and sits on one of the stools. The way he is sitting would look comical if his appearance wasn't so off putting.

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Fletcher glanced up at the tall man. Despite the unsettling appearance of the man, he was glad to have another customer.
"What can I get for you?" He asked.

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Mr. Smith's smile falters for a second. It seems he was taken aback by the question. "Ummm..." He regains his smile. "I'm looking more for flavor over kick. So whatever would fall under that. I'm not picky. Just something that doesn't taste like piss, or I'll have to put you out of business."

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Fletcher snorted and walked over to his blender. "Whatever you say." He picked up a couple of ingredients and mixed them together to form one of the bar's classics, a Snakebite.
He stepped back over to the tall man and placed the drink in front of him. "A Snakebite should do it." He said, wiping his hands on a towel.

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Mr. Smith watches him with a rather greedy look. When the drink is set in front of him he picks it up and sniffs. "Snakebite..." He mutters in a low voice. "What an interesting name." He drinks it down.

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Fletcher nodded. "Anything else, sir?" He asked in a indifferent tone, cleaning another glass.

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"No." He pulls out a bloodstained wallet. He opens it and begins looking through it's contents. "Let's see...ah good. He had enough to cover my drink. What a good man...Pity..." He sets sets down a few bills and stuffs the wallet back in his pocket. He then stands and heads out the door.