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Mason Adams

The Idealistic Young Cop Who Wants to Change the World

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a character in “My Soul To Keep”, as played by AshtKerr

Description




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"My name is Mason Adams, it is my business to find out secrets."



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Name
Mason Adams

Age
20

Role
The Young Cop




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Build
Mason is well built, being very muscular and strong. His strength pays off in his chosen profession since being a cop can be physically strenuous sometimes.

Hair/Eyes
Brown hair and hazel eyes

In Depth
Still being young he walks with a little strut in his step. He stands at about 5'8" and weights bout 161 lbs. He is a Gemini.




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Personality
Kind and compassionate, Mason really has a heart to take care of people and make people feel safe. That's why he became a cop, to keep people safe.

Likes/Dislikes
Likes: Sandwiches, working out, doing his job
Dislikes: Chocolate, doing nothing, the internet

Habits/Flukes
Mason taps his feet when he's nervous, and he sometimes flicks his tongue when he's thinking.




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History
There was once a time when Mason was depressed and became an alcoholic, it was around this time that he also started sleeping around, he did anything just to feel. That was when his parents had an intervention with him, and sent to him a rehabilitation centre. While there, he opened up and was honest about his depression, he got real help and left a changed man. Now he wants to share that same help with everyone else.




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Face Claim
Gregg Sulkin

Dialogue Color Code
#336644

Role Player
AshtKerr.

So begins...

Mason Adams's Story

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Character Portrait: Hope Caldwell Character Portrait: Mason Adams Character Portrait: Elijah McCloud Character Portrait: Robin Foss Character Portrait: Leah Larson
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Btw, please go check OOC if you haven't already to see what we decided to do about the last roommate.
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Hope tried to close her eyes and tell herself that it would be over soon, that it was necessary for survival, that without this T would beat her again, but she couldn't get the feeling of the man's lips all over her chest to go away. Every now and then she could feel the cool metal of a wedding ring pass across the skin below her waist and it made her nauseous. What a pig. She thought to herself. Shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling of the nice hotel he had rented for this made her wonder what his wife would think he was spending the money on. A night in a place like this was surely close to $500-$600 and he had only rented it for an hour or so, depending on how long he could last. That thought made Hope shiver a little more, a sign the man took as him pleasuring her.

Ever so gently, she turned her head to look at the clock that lay on the nightstand beside the bed, they had been here doing this and the like for about an hour so it should be over soon. Almost like clockwork, the man pulled away, running his hand completely up her body and making sure to take in every inch of it. He smirked a smile at her that, if it wasn't in this situation, would have made her blush because it truly was a great smile. Being that it was in this situation though, it only made her feel more disgusted at the sight of the man. "You are truly fantastic, my dear. The best I've ever had. I'll be sure to let T know that I want you, and only you, from now on." The man winked as he scooted out from under Hope, leaving her laying on the bed completely nude.

She knew he hadn't paid yet so, as sickening as it was, she rolled over and posed in a way that looked completely natural but she knew from past experience made them tip higher. She had her head propped up under one hand while the other hand was laying on the bed out in the direction of the man, a sign that made them think she wished it wasn't over and boosted their already cocky enough ego. Her legs were scissored over each other and she made her voice sound more like a purr as she spoke, "Thank you, you were quite enjoyable yourself." Gag. "Don't forget my money, please." Hope batted her eyeslashes and smiled ever so sweetly at the man who immediately reached into his wallet and threw a wad of cash at her. "Worth every penny."

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It was well past midnight when Hope returned back to the apartment. Her hair was a mess, as it always was after a job, and she was sure her lipstick was in places other than on her face. She was craving a shower, she couldn't wait to scrub the feeling of that man off of her skin. Unable to enter the apartment without a key, she stood outside the door and waited for T who she knew would show up soon to let her in. As Hope was standing there, she was past by a few people on the street who gave her judgmental looks, automatically knowing what she was. The problem was that they assumed she was there by choice. Yes, she was willingly standing outside the apartment waiting for T when she could run, but she knew what would happen if she tried that. She didn't know downtown Atlanta well, besides the hotels she did jobs at. He would find her before she could get very far and it would be hell after that.

"Hey there, sweetheart." T said as he rounded a corner. "Got my money?" Hope set the wad in his hand and took a small step back, knowing that he could get handsy late at night. He stood there and flipped through the wad for a moment, counting it. "That's my girl. Okay, before I let you in I want you to pass this along to your roomates. Tomorrow night all three of you will be doing a really important job for me. It's with two business men, from what I heard one is just a bit older than you, but the other is in his 40s so I'll let you girls decide who wants to try and get it up for him." T snickered at his own joke. "I'll be here tomorrow to pick you ladies up and take you to the place around 8. Be ready when I get here or else." His voice was menacing as he finally turned the key and let her in.

As Hope shut the door, she heard him darkly say goodnight but she didn't turn back around. Another job tomorrow night... She thought to herself, and she'd done jobs with men in their 40s, but a young face would definitely be refreshing, maybe she could convince her friends to let her take the young one. As she walked deeper into the apartment, she went to go check if anyone was awake.

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ImageImageLeah sat on her bed sitting there worrying about Rose she had usually always gotten the creeps on the street and Rose was a nice girl and didn't deserve this but what could she do T was the one who did this to all of them.
Leah sometimes wonders if her parents ever thought about what happened to her like if she died or ran away she thought about them everyday imagining what they would say if they saw her again if they would be even happy to see her what if they were glad that she was gone and ever time she thought these bad thoughts she started crying because she was scared that they might be true in some weird and unlikely way.



ImageImageWhile Leah was waiting up for Rose to get home she started hearing an alarm go off across the street it seemed to be a cop going by for just a second she sat there knowing right now if she said something these police could take her away all she had to do was say something Say something, anything, yell scream you have to get out of here you don't want this say something she thought as she kept on thinking this the cop drove pass and she knew she again had missed her chance of getting out of here but she didn't know what to do she knew if she did escape she wouldn't get far with her being so tried and T might come after her parents at least like this she knew they were alright.



ImageImageWhile Leah was waiting she remembered closing her eyes being so tried not to be able to resit sleep so she feel into a sleep, a dream state of sleep. As Leah was sleeping she heard a jingle of keys and suddenly sat up hearing some talking in the halls then the door opened and she saw Rose standing there looking extremely tried and ready probably for a shower. She looked at Rose and got up out of bed saying "Are you okay I was worried about you." pulling out a chair for Rose to sit down on.

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"Eight-thirty tonight? That'll do just fine," the bearded man drawled. "I trust they'll be in the best condition." He lifted the slat of the blinds with a finger and peered through it as he half-listened to the man on the other end ramble his assurances. Of course they'd be in perfect condition, for what you paid only the best, what do you take me for, et cetera et cetera. Hooey. They wouldn't be. Not by his standards. The best condition for those girls would be not being there at all. The best condition for those girls would be safe at home with their families. That simple.

"Good, good," he said absentmindedly into the phone. "Until next time, then." And the line went dead. The bearded man kept his gaze on the gap in the window slats, looking out in silence.

The view from this new room wasn't nearly as nice as the view from his old apartment. From there he had a perfect view of the apartment across the street and the church steeple above it. Whenever he was angry, he looked out that window, and saw the cross high above everything, and he remembered who had the power in the end. In ev'ry age, O God, you have been our refuge, you have been our hope.

Instead he was here, in a fake home for a fake man, for Edward Shaw the mysterious gentleman caller. According to the history he had memorized (and helped create), he had made his fortune in business consultation, improving several businesses' inner workings through sociological analysis. It was simple, believable thanks to the crash course in sociology, and utterly false. Hopefully he would not need it for long: his accent was starting to irritate himself, and he had only been speaking in it for a few days of warming up so far. The beard, too, itched, reminding him why he hadn't grown one since Savannah.

He glanced at the clock. Eight AM. About time to head to Holy Spirit. He took a piece of paper from the desk and scrawled on it:



If you're reading this, I've gone for a walk. I should be back by 9:30. Don't worry, but don't do anything stupid. -E



And done. He took the black knotted cane from its resting place by the door and left, locking the door behind him.

Walking out in public as Edward Shaw felt weird, he realized. He felt like his limp was overdone, didn't look realistic. He wondered if the shillelagh was too obvious. He didn't want Shaw to be too ostentatious: after all, if Shaw were to be shot, Lije McCloud would be the one really shot. Fat lot of good the facade would do him then.

He arrived at the church a few minutes before half-past. He silenced his cell phone, then took a seat midway to the back, knelt, and prayed. Lord, he muttered, "I'm going to be walking in the shadow of perdition for the next few weeks. Maybe longer." He paused, sighed. "I just want to help them. That's what You'd do, right?"

The bell rang, and the ten others in the church stood. The bearded man stood with them. Was it Lije McCloud who was going to Mass, or Edward Shaw? He didn't want to think about it.

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The light turned green as Mason pressed on the gas. He was just driving around with no real destination in mind, mostly because he was feeling sick to his stomach. He didn't know how to handle it and he needed time to think, hence the driving. I need a beer He shakes his head, No, no not now. Not after I've been so good.

Mason had been sober for three months, and trying to get sober for much longer. It's true what they say; an addict never stops being an addict. At work, at home, anywhere really he still feels as though he needs to have a beer.

He glances at the clock, "Shit, it's already 10:30. I should get back to the house." The house was not really his, but it was rented by the department for the duration of the case they were on. They were entering the underground of Atlanta, a dark place filled with drugs, prostitutes, and pimps, a veritable hell on earth. The thought of it all made Mason sick to his stomach, he wanted to help them, he really did. However, something are just too hard to stare at. Nietzsche once said, "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares at you." And Mason was not impressed at the feeling of being watched, of being found out.

The reason for all this inner turmoil and tumultuous monologue? At 8:30 tonight, Mason and his partner, Elijah McCloud, were going to be "visiting" a small group of women held by a specter with no known identity. Tonight, they are going to gather evidence and hopefully to bring him down quickly. But they are stepping into a world they don't understand. A shadow world, where they must play by shadow rules.

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ImageImage Leah didn't know what to say she couldn't let her two friends go without her it wouldn't be fair and Hope just went with a guy she was speechless she wanted to say she would do it but she hated it a lot but both those girl didn't deserve the treatment "I can't let you guys do that for me especially you Hope you just came back take a shower and rest I can't let either of you do this for me." Leah knew both girls would deny her to come so to add "But I know you both will say no so before you leave is there anything I can do for you?" she asked to see if they wanted anything or needed anything.





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Leah looked at Robin and Hope and waited for them to reply but as she waited she went to the stove and grabbed the kettle. She poured in hot water and put it on medium and waited for it to boil.







ImageImageOnce it was done Leah took out the tea cups and poured the boiling hot water into the tea cups and set one in front of Robin and Hope. "Which flavor of tea would you like?" she asked. Grabbing herself a mango.

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Hope nodded at Leah's decision. "Alright then." She took a small sip at her tea, cringing backwards when the hot liquid burned her mouth. Standing up, she began to make her way back towards the bathroom, knowing that T would still have the water turned on since they had a big job later in the day. "I'm going to go take a shower. You girls should try to get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

After saying her goodnight's, she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, positioning the handle to spit out the hottest water it could. A few moments later, Hope dangled her hand under the water. It was lukewarm. Nothing to complain about, though. She'd been forced to bathe in ice cold water several times before so even a little bit of warmth was a gift. She stripped her body of the clothes she still had on and slipped into the water, closing her eyes and pretending she was back at her old home. That she was bathing in boiling hot water and scrubbing herself with something from Bath & Body Works instead of the generic, scentless stuff she was actually using. That once she was done, there would be steam in the room to keep her warm while she dried off and stepped into clean, untattered clothes. That after exiting the bathroom she would walk into her cozy bedroom and that her mother would come in and say goodnight as she had every night before Hope had been captured.

When she finished with her shower, though, none of that was true. The room was cold and the clothes she put on were barely clean and had holes all about them. Her room she walked into was dirty and bare, and the only person that would come in to say goodnight was Robin and that was only because they shared the room. Climbing into bed, she grabbed onto the blanket tightly and prayed that she wouldn't have that nightmare again. Not tonight. They had a big day ahead of them.