Introduction
In this game, the cops will try to capture me, and civilians will try to survive. The story will mostly take place on Manhatten Island, but it might move to the other parts of NYC. I am trying to kill all the players, because thats what serial killers do.
RULES
1.No Godmodding.
2. No superpowers. We are all just normal people.
3.No super weapons. Civilians, you can start with small weapons. Cops can start with a pistol and a shotgun.
4.No real censorship, but don't overdo the swearing.
5.I cannot (and will not) kill players left and right.
If i do kill you, you can start with a new character, or take over an NPC (If there are any).
6.Do not try and control other players.
7.If you stop posting for more than a week, your character goes NPC.
If you provide a reason I will reserve your person.
8.Be a good sport. If you have a beef with one of the people here, take it somewhere else (unless it is part of the story).
9.Feel free to insert your character into my characters past (We were old friends, I killed a relative/friend, ect.)
Now that we have the basics, feel free to join in whenever (but please try and keep up with the story). I will begin and you people can jump in. Just give me your character info before you begin.
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 7 authors
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"We're coming up on a red light, boys. Be ready! He might try something!" the driver yells back from the front of the bus.
The bus lurches to a halt and it sits there, waiting for the light to turn green. The guards are visibly sweating. one of them is shaking slightly. They all hear a quiet sound in the distance, steadily growing louder. All the sudden, everyone is thrown to the side as the speeding SUV crashes into them.
The prisoner quickly picks himself up off the ground, and lauches himself at the nearest guard. the other two open fire, but Marseuves uses the third as a human shield. grinning now, he pulls the guards pistol and puts three rounds into one of the remaining guards. He then shoots the last guard, emptying the clip into him. He drops the guard in his arms, and picks up his cuff keys. he unlocks his cuffs while he scans the bus for the driver. he see the driver halfway through the re-inforced windshield.
Quickly, Marseuves grabs a backpack hanging in the front of the bus and checks the contents. Inside is a flashlight and a first aid kit. He closes the bag and steps off the bus, seeing the driver of the SUV on the street, thrown from his vehicle. He checks himself for injuries, only finding a cut lip and a bruised shoulder. Marseuves Black takes a deep breath, and walks away from the wreck into a dark alley.
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I wonder what I can do tonight. Missy is working, but maybe I can stop by and chat. How busy could Kitty Kat's be? Her thoughts run through her head as Ana turns onto a dimly lit street. The smell of gasoline and blood fill her nostrils, a smell she never wanted to come in contact with again.
"Marsueves.." The name crosses her lips as a faint memory reappears in her mind. The love of her life, and she put him away forever. But he deserved it, after all he did murder her brother. God rest his soul, Erik.
"Eh, I need to stop opening old wounds." She says to herself, but the strength of the scent pushes her to another alley, and another. Now she is on a mission to find the source of whatever it is she keeps smelling.
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He looked out and saw a woman walking. She looked familiar. Suddenly he remembered. The trial. She was there for one of his victims. What was the man's name? Ethan, Allan... Whatever. he watched as the woman walked away. Slowly he began to follow her. He felt the old sensation rush through his veins.It felt amazing.
He was hunting again.
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Harry saw the man thrown from the SUV, most likely the cause of the accident. "And of course he didn't have his seat belt on..." The SUV had been crumpled up against the large bus, the metal warped, with pieces of the engine and shards of glass scattered everywhere. The bus didn't quite make it out either. The side that had crashed was indented horribly and the windows on that side were all shattered. The other side was relatively left unscathed, though since it was in the middle of the road, it was blocking traffic on all sides.
He enters the wrecked bus and checks for survivors. There were two dead guards on the floor, but there was one guard who was gasping weakly. He was bleeding profusely, from at least three or four gunshot wound. Harry just stood there frozen for a second, paralyzed by the sight of blood. But he reeled himself back. "H-hey! You alright?" Stupid question... He thought to himself. Of course he wasn't alright! He rushed over to the dying officer and knelt over him, checking his pulse. "You gotta tell me what happened!"
The officer, coughing up blood, could only whisper very weakly. He had to say it several times before Harry could comprehend what he was trying to say. "M...Mars...suev...es..."
Harry's face turned pale. "M-Marsueves...?" The police officer nodded. He couldn't believe it. They had just caught the man, and now one of New York's most infamous killers is back on the streets? He couldn't think. He was panicking at this point. C-call it in... The situation finally sinks in. "C-call it in! I gotta call this in!" Harry got out of the bus and made a dash over to his police car and picked up the com. "Th-this is Officer Shiraoka requesting backup! There are at least three officers down, Marsueves has escaped! I repeat, Marsueves Black, has escaped!"
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They must have realized I was gone.
Marseuves retreated into the alley. He could feel his blood boiling. His prey got away! He hurled the glass shard against a wall and watched as it exploded into hundreds of fragments. What infuriated him most was that he remembered her from somewhere. Somewhere from his past. He remembered her face, and seeing it frequently. The answer was there, but he couldn't remember. Not yet.
He stood there boiling, but then he suddenly felt a calm peace settle over himself as a thought entered his head.
I'm free again. I can hunt her later. She can't be that hard to find.
It still puzzled him who she was, though. He was starting to remember her, but she was still a mystery. He scanned the alleyway and saw a fire escape. Marseuves jumped and pulled himself up onto the ladder. As he began to climb, a small, almost serene smile came onto his face.
Yes, I can always hunt later.
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Upon entering the club, two drunken frat boys decided to hit on her. Trying to keep her cool, Ana blew them off and went to find Missy..
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Marseuves crept down the flight of stairs, listening for the softest sound. He reached the bottom of the staircase and tried the door knob. It was unlocked and he swung the door open. He looked around the room. It was a store room of some sort. By the jumble of odds and ends, it was most likely a thrift store. Marseuves walked around the room and began grabbing articles of clothing. A green long sleeve shirt, a pair of blue jeans, a gray jacket, a pair of work boots, and a blue ball cap.
Quickly changing, Marseuves walked around the room for some type of weapon. After digging around, he found and old buck knife with a worn leather sheathe. He smiled and drew the blade. It was about 8 inches long with a thin, shiny blade. He dragged it across his finger. It was slightly dull, but nothing he couldn't fix. He put the knife in his backpack and went back up the stairs, a slight grin upon his face.
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His superior Officer, Lieutenant Garret, had come to the scene in a most foul mood. He stood like a giant among his men, towering close to seven feet. He was also built like a tank, so much so he had to get his uniform specially fitted. "Just who the hell let this happen?!" He roared, making everyone else afraid to even breathe.
"N-no one sir..." Harry stuttered. "This was all an accident." He looked over to the SUV. "Apparently the man was drunk, and hadn't seen the red light. He uh...Black just used the opportunity to escape..."
Lieutenant Garret flared again. "So what?! Are you saying this was some kind of lame-ass prank from GOD!?!"
This time Harry just shut up. "Geez! You guys are all so...!!!" Garret took off his hat and rubbed his face. Harry could understand. If he could blow up right there he could. They had finally caught this man after so many years. Garret was there for the trial to make sure he got what he deserved. "Okay," Garret continued, once calming down. "We are not letting this bastard out of here a free man, we got that?!"
He shouted at the officers again. "Set up road blocks all across the damn island! Get every available officer onto patrol! Absolutely no one comes in, and no one comes out! We're gonna shut down Manhattan like it's martial law! We're not even letting a rat leave this place, understood?!"
Harry spoke up meekly. "B-but sir, there's procedures, red tape, politicians...it'll take time to even get permission..."
You could almost see a vein on Garret's forehead ready to burst. "Well then, GET IT DONE!!"
And with a shaky salute, he quickly rushed back to his car, getting everything ready.
Meanwhile Lieutenant Garret simply sat down, massaging his temples. This was going to be a long night.
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Marseuves stood at the corner of the sidewalk, in a crowd of ten to fifteen people. The light switched green, and he crossed the street. Marseuves casually glanced at the man who he was bumping shoulders with. It was a middle-aged man, wearing a brown suit with a rather ugly green tie. He felt his gut clenching. The need was coming back. That uncontrollable urge to kill, to end someone's life. He knew that if he didn't give in, the urge would tear at his brain and body until he couldn't control it.
So Marseuves Black choose this man, this random stranger. He was going to end this man's existence. He might have a family, but Marseuves didn't care. He was only thinking of the best way to lure this man away from the crowds, so he may commit his evil act.
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"Girl, shut up. I'm workin'. Go to the dressin' room, I get off in an hour." Missy snaps back, her feiry red hair rushing all over the place and her head turns around to face Ana. "You heard me, get!" The stripper says, but she can't help but smile. Ana is her bestfriend and no matter how much the "fight" and bitch at eachother, they'll always be there for the other.
"Fine you ginger." Ana shouts over the music. She turns to her heels and makes her way through crowd after crowd, behind a violet curtain, and up a hallway. Finally reaching the oak door, Ana doesn't hesitate to walk in. Since she knew everyone there, Ana would be welcomed with open arms and ciggarettes galore. "Hey bitches." Ana teases to the three girls doing their makeup in the room.
After what seemed like only 15 minutes of talking to the girls, the door slams shut from someone else walking in. "Ana!" is followed by a huge hug, squeazing the very life from her body.
"Ohh... k... Mis... can't... BREATHE!" Ana screams as she gasps for air. She spins around as soon as she was released to face her friend. "Damn Missy." She says, rubbing her neck. "I swear everytime I see you, you get stronger and stronger."
"Only to fight off those fuckin' beat necks" The stripper says, twirling her hair around her index finger, laughing as she does so.
"Well hey, can you do me a solid?" The expression on Ana's face turned a little more serious as she says this. "I need cash, now. Is there anyway you can hook me up?"
"Honey, Max has been waiting for you forever. He'll be thrilled when I tell him little Ana wants to shake her ass on his stage!" Missy replies, laughing then hugging her bestfriend again.
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Marseuves felt that evil urge go dormant again, but for how long? how long until he needed to kill again? Marseuves stood up andwalked over to the man's corpse. He bent over and cut off one of the man's ears, and put in the dead man's open mouth. It was Marseuves Black's calling card. He didn't know why he did it. He just did.
After ruffling through the man's pockets, Marseuves found the man's wallet. He opened it up to find a driver's lisense, a master card, and a family portait of the dead man, his wife, and two children. Marseuves trew the picture away and continued searching through the wallet. He found $50 and another picture of the man's children. Marseuves quickly dropped the wallet and stood up.
Without a second glance back, Marseuves Black walked out of the alley and mingled with the people walking down the street.
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Sure enough, the mayor himself walked through the door of the police station, followed by his body guards, outraged. "Just what is this?!" He said in a shrilly voice. "Who sent this in? WHO??" He waved the very papers that Harry himself delivered.
Harry meekly raised his hand. "I-I did sir, but it's only because we are in--"
The mayor cut him off. "What? Why are you raising your hand? Still haven't graduated from kindergarten?!" He moved up and threw the papers at Harry. "So your Shiraoky huh??"
Harry tried to stand firm. "I-it's Shiraoka si--"
"I don't care!" The mayor snapped. "You want me to close off Manhattan? For what?! This one stupid idiot who you morons couldn't even send to jail correctly?!"
Harry was a bit offended. "It wasn't our fault sir! The bus had been broadsided in an accident. And the murderer that escaped--"
"Yeah yeah, Marsuvs or something like that, I don't care!" Harry was about to correct him again but thought against it. "You know what will happen if I forbid people from leaving and entering this island? Mass hysteria!" The mayor shouted waving his arms. "How would we get any resources in here?"
"We have set it up so only authorized vehicles can come in. Once their in, they can't come out. And anyway, there should be enough here on this island already for us to last for a good month. More than enough time to hunt down Marsueves."
"And what am I supposed to tell the people when they found out that they're going to be stuck here with a complete lunatic?"
Harry stood resolute. "Then we as the police will do everything in our power to calm the populace. We will do everything in our power to--"
The mayor cut him off once more. "Enough! I couldn't trust you nitwits to watch my bread toast!"
Lieutenant Garret, just returning from his late night. "What seems to be the problem here?"
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"Damn! Missy you didn't tell me I'd get this much cash." Ana exclaims, walking backstage with a giant smile on her face.
"Yea girl, you did good. I'm impressed. Max loved you and I think he wants you to be a regular here." A wink came from Missy as she tried to presuede her friend to stay here and work with her.
"Nah girl. I mean it's cool how much I just made, but I don't think I can stay here. You know me, I never stay in one place long enough to settle." Ana said as she pulled her jacket over her costume.
"Iight." Missy replies looking up to the black box in the second floor looking over the dance floor, where her boss always watches his girls. "You know you can't stay on the move forever. He's gone Annie, you don't need to keep moving out of fear. I know you are, but he's gone. And he's not coming back."
"I know, I know." Ana whispers, her eyes hitting the floor to hide a tear forming. "Listen I gotta go, I'll see you later." And with that, Ana flew from the club, not waiting even for her friend to say goodbye.
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A bell jingled as the door opened, causing to clerk to glance up at the man walking into the store. Marseuves walked down one of the aisles, looking at the junk food that lines the shelves. He checked almost all the shelves, ending up with a Coke, a bag of chips, and a disposable razor. He approached the cashier, and put the items on the counter. As the man was ringing up his items, Marseuves looked at the t.v. behind the man. The news was on. He watched for a little bit before his name flashed up on the screen, along with the word escaped! Marseuves put twenty bucks on the counter and scooped up his items. The clerk picked up the money, complaining that he had left too much. Then the man turned around and saw Marseuves face on the screen. He spun around only to see the man in the ball cap walking out of the store.
The clerk picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1. "Yeah, hello? Police? You know that guy on the T.V.? Marsuvs Black, or whatever? He was just in my store..."
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A bell jingled as the door opened, causing to clerk to glance up at the man walking into the store. Marseuves walked down one of the aisles, looking at the junk food that lines the shelves. He checked almost all the shelves, ending up with a Coke, a bag of chips, and a disposable razor. He approached the cashier, and put the items on the counter. As the man was ringing up his items, Marseuves looked at the t.v. behind the man. The news was on. He watched for a little bit before his name flashed up on the screen, along with the word escaped! Marseuves put twenty bucks on the counter and scooped up his items. The clerk picked up the money, complaining that he had left too much. Then the man turned around and saw Marseuves face on the screen. He spun around only to see the man in the ball cap walking out of the store.
The clerk picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1. "Yeah, hello? Police? You know that guy on the T.V.? Marsuvs Black, or whatever? He was just in my store..."
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"Yeah, hello?... Police?..... Marsuvs Black... just in my store...."
Ana jaw drops. "No. No. No!" Memories flood to her head of Marsueves. How they met, how he "loved" her. The murder. The trial. The sentence. He's supposed to be in jail! Not passing me by on the streets! Oh god, please don't come looking for me! I'll kill him if he does. Ana flew from the entrance as her thoughts jumbled around her head. "God, why?!" She screams as she turns around a corner. Her back is flat against the brick wall. Trying to hold back tears, Ana slides down the wall to a squat. "No, no. Why? Him. No. Here? God why?" She sputters as tears flow down her cheeks. I'll never escape him, will I? The last thing on this Earth I'll see is his face. Damn him. Damn Marsueves Black She thinks to herself as she rests her head on her knees.
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Marseuves Black took a shower, grabbed a different set of clothes, and went to the kitchen and ate a bowl of cereal. He then sttod up and looked at himself in the mirror again. He couldn't look at his own eyes for very long. So what must other people see. He saw a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He changed into the the white tanktop, denim jeans, and an old, leather jacket. He put on a pair of black shoes and walked into the living room.
Before he left, he cut the man who owns the apartment ear off and shoved it into the man's mouth. He walked to the door and left the apartment with the door wide open. As he walked down the hallway, he saw a neighbor appoaching the door to his victim's apartment. He entered the elevator with a slight smirk as he heard the elderly lady scream.
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The mayor and Lieutenant Garret stopped yelling and simply stared at the poor officer with an annoyed look on their faces. "What is it?!" Garret yelled out.
"W-we got a 9-1-1 call sir! A clerk recognized Marsueves Black in his store." Harry replied.
The mayor seemed satisfied. "Great! Let's go over to the store, pick him up, case closed!"
"It-it's not that simple sir..."
"Well why not?!" The mayor screamed.
Harry tried to keep his composer. "H-h-h-he left! The clerk only recognized him after he left, and then saw Black's picture on TV!"
Garret sighed. "Well? What else?"
"The store clerk said he bought soda chips, and a razor..."
The mayor was still ticked. "And?! So?!"
Garret answered for Harry. "It means it's gotten harder to catch him now. The Marsueves Black we recognize has long hair and a beard." He turned to the TV screen, with Black's face flashing on the screen. "That photo their publicizing is no longer valid." Garret turned to an officer. "Get a sketch artist in here with several photos of Black! I want a composite sketch of the guy with a shaven head! Got that!?"
Harry piped up. "We should also make sure the public knows about Black's scar--"
The mayor scoffed again. "We know that, pipsqueak!"
Harry was about to say something when the man on the phone continued. He listened intently, his eyes widening. "Uh, sirs?"
The mayor was still irritable. "Now what!?!"
"Th-there were two victims found dead. In the past two hours. One in an alleyway, and one in an apartment building. Th..." Harry choked a bit. "Their ears were chopped off. And left in their mouths..." Garret had a grave look on his face. That was definitely Marsueves. "What should we do sir...?"
Garret looked at the mayor. "Do you see now how serious this is? It's all fine and well that the citizens rights come first, but if this man leaves the island, countless people are going to die, no matter what we do."
The mayor simply stared at hims ominously. "Fine! Fine fine fine! Go ahead! Seal off the island! But mark my words Garret, any deaths from here on out, are going to be on you!" And with that, the fat politician stormed out the station.
Garret turned around. "Well?! What are you shits waiting for!?!" He bellowed. "I want that sketch out by this afternoon! And the island closed off yesterday!"
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"Excuse me, ma'am?" Ana gestures to a dark haired mother standing in the crowd of bystanders surrounding the scene. "What happened?"
"Oh honey, it's terrable. The old man, Mr. Klienfeld, he lives on the 3rd floor. Honey he was murdered. Mrs. Wingledon found him. I heard his ear was cut off and shoved into his mouth!" The woman replied with a heavy southern accent.
"Oh dear. Well thank you." Ana says backing away. She'd rather not get in the cops view, especially when they're 15 feet from her house. As she turned to go in the other direction, the voice came to her head: Ear cut off? Shoved in his mouth? Marsueves! No! Did he come looking for me?... Her thoughts rush around as she bumped into a sergent who looked rather ticked off.
"Oh, sorry sir." With haist, Ana ducked her head away from the cop and made her way out of the crowd and onto 45th.
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Marseuves stood up from the bench and follow the woman as she began to quickly walk away. The cops didn't know what he looked like anymore, so he had at least eight hours before they made a complete list of possiblities. He could follow this girl for awhile. Inconspicously, of course. He had time to spare.
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Shit! Ana screamed in her head and she fell. A crack was all that was heard followed by the thud of her hitting the floor.
"Damnit!" She screams outloud this time as she looked to her left heel. A smooth break, clean, straight across the heel. The shoes were useless now, so Ana decided to limp off th sidewalk and into a nearby park to look at the damage..
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"Missy? Where are you, I could use a ride..."
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Replacing the book, she resumed pushing the cart, the stack of returns slowly diminishing. Her mind was wandering and she contemplated what she would have for dinner. Checking her watch, she frowned at the current time displayed. It would be too late to stop at the small Korean place down the street from her tiny studio apartment on her way home. She considered the contents of her refrigerator and cabinets and sighed heavily at the realization that she would probably have to settle for a packet of ramen noodles. Again.
Smiling to herself as she reshelved the final book, Emily allowed herself an exultant “Ta-dah!” before turning to return the cart. Suddenly, she felt strange. The hair on the back of her neck prickled suddenly and goosebumps rose once again on her bare arms. She stopped moving, listening intently to the silence. Biting her lip nervously, she turned in a full circle, searching for the source of her unease. As she turned, she saw him. The sight of the man leaning against the end of the row of shelving in front of her made her jump, a noise of surprise escaping her lips. She blinked as he grinned at her shock.
“Damnit, Bennett, you scared the crap out of me! What are you doing here?” she admonished as she gripped the cart and tried to regain her wits.
Bennett, a balding man in his late forties, gestured to the gleaming badge pinned to his shirt somewhere between his fleshy jowls and obnoxious paunch. “I’m supposed to be here, Miss Emily.” He took a step closer to her, grinning. “You’re supposed to be home… or with your boyfriend…?” The last part was clearly a question, an unsubtle attempt at fishing for information.
Emily didn’t bite. She grabbed the handle of the cart and began pushing it back toward her desk, brushing past him when he didn’t move out of her way. The sound he made in the back of his throat as her shoulder connected with his startled her. “I was actually just about to leave,” she said quietly, feeling his presence behind her as she moved to her desk.
“There’s a story on the news about a madman loose in the city,” he said from immediately behind her.
Emily stiffened her shoulders as she grabbed her purse from her desk drawer. “This is New York,” she said dismissively. “There’s always a madman on the loose.” She reached inside her purse to where her pager was blinking, indicating someone had paged her. She scrolled through her recent pages, vaguely aware of Bennett rambling on about an escaped serial killer in Manhattan. Fourteen pages, all from her father and her uncle Sam. She sighed, picking up the handset of the phone on her desk, dialing her father’s number from memory.
The call was answered on the first ring with a terse “Hello?”
“Hi Dad, I just…”
“Where have you been Emily?” There was a sigh of relief and a rustle as the mouthpiece was covered so he could speak to someone, probably his wife, Emily’s stepmother. “She’s okay.” When he spoke again, his voice was unmuffled. “I’ve been calling and paging you for hours! Where have you been?”
Emily sighed, not understanding her father’s panic. “I’ve been at work, Dad. Finishing up. I’m about to go home.” She frowned, annoyed. “Why? What’s up?”
“A serial killer escaped a prison transport a few hours ago, between your work and home. I was scared to death that he’d gotten you.”
Emily couldn’t help but smile. “No, Dad, I’m fine. No serial killers around here.” She furtively glanced at Bennett who was listening to every word she said. I hope, she thought.
“Take a cab home,” her father cautioned her. “And call me when you get in.” She rolled her eyes at his words. “Sam has been busy chasing this one. He’s killed at least two since he escaped.”
Sam, her uncle, was a homicide detective with NYPD. If Sam had been worried enough to check on her, it must be bad. She bit her lip. “I’ll be fine, Dad. I’ll call you when I get home. Love you!” She hung up before turning and looking at Bennett. “He’s probably long gone,” she said quietly, shouldering her purse.
“All the same, Miss Emily, you should take a cab home.” Bennett looked at her, his unfortunate face worried.
Emily frowned as she mentally calculated the cost. It was tight enough as it was without adding the extra expenditure. “I’ll be fine, Bennett,” she laughed.
“At least let me walk you home…” he offered, wiping his sweaty palms down the legs of his polyester uniform pants.
She shook her head. “You have to work. The library won’t guard itself.” She moved to the door and pushed herself out into the night. She stood for a moment on the steps, staring at one of the granite lions that flanked them, contemplating for a moment the wisdom of walking the sixteen blocks home. Shrugging, she moved down the steps, her hand digging into her purse to wrap around the canister of mace like a talisman. She’d be fine. He was most likely gone.
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Harry of course, was keeping up with everything on the radio in his car. He was making his rounds, patrolling the streets, telling people to head inside. We need to establish a curfew... He thought to himself. He'd have to make that suggestion to Lieutenant Garret when he saw him next. The night was silent and eerie. It probably wouldn't have made that much of a change in the first place. The only people he sent home were druggies and prostituetes, so most everyone else was inside out of fear. It was amazing. People can leave such strong and everlasting legacies. Black just happened to leave one of blood and fear. Now almost no one even dare takes a step outside for work.
He heard the radio crackle. It was Officer Garret. Here we go... Harry held his breath. "I have an announcement to all the people of Manhattan. As you all know by now, Marsueves Black has escaped and is on the loose. This man is a frightening and cunning serial killer, who has already killed at least fifteen people total. Two people just today. Now, we know this man is still here, which is why we are going to make sure he never escapes." He paused, then continued. "We have decided to close off the entire island. No one leaves. No one enters. Not without special permission." Harry could just imagine the uproar and maddening yells erupting in homes right now. "Now I know this is extreme, but this is the only solution we have right now that will allow us to capture him quickly. In addition, we are being sent reinforcements from outside, so the Manhattan Police Department is going to receive ample support tonight. Please, just cooperate and help us as much as possible, so that we may be able to take this man down as soon as we can."
And with that, Harry turned off the radio. It began to drizzle. Harry couldn't help but think that heaven was weeping. The police had basically just imprisoned the citizens with a madman who had no thought, no emotion, no remorse. But this time...when we meet...
Harry was coming up to the library, and he had noticed a woman standing out in the rain. He pulled up to her, and rolled down the window. "Uh, ma'am? I'm sorry but you need to head home..." He then realized that there were no cabs around, and he couldn't just leave her out here in the rain by herself. "Um...actually, how about you ride with me tonight? I could get you to where your going."
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Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!
Current Mobs
No mobs have been created yet.
Spawns
Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.
Events
You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Reflections of a Madman. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
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The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
Market DataMarket conditions are Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale) |
Open Stores
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Charles Gilmore
Technician in his fourties. Good with electric things.
Ariana Grace Astaroth
The 17 year old half-sister of Marsueves, known for her dealings with her Father's shady underground connections.
Emily Sanders
Quietly trying to get through life, Emily is working as an intern at the New York Public Library while she finishes her degree in library science. She keeps to herself, keeps her nose down and hates attention.
Harry Shiraoka
His family had immigrated from Japan, Harry had recently joined the police force as an officer.
India Cypress
A Sucessful Conartist
AnaMaria Castillo
Marsueves's old girlfriend and a relative to one of his victims
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Reflections of a Madman
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Also why do you insist on injuring my characters? EG. Shooting Munroe in the alley?
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Thanks
Ara ^.^
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sorry again guys
Xavier
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And idk, this is up to MadHatter since he's GM, but I was under the impression from his post that you were dead.
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If there are any arguement between people involved, please post it here. And if anyone has any suggestions, please post.