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Post by Darcy Valde on Mar 25, 2008 18:15:09 GMT -5
This was a bad idea...
Darcy squirmed uncomfortably; he was not a short kid. His spine began to ache, he shifted, his shoulder rubbed against the back seat audibly, he stopped, stopped breathing stopped moving. The woman had stopped singing now.
This was seriously a bad idea....
Darcy could feel the woman move in the seat in front of him, she stretched. He felt a delicate hand thud him gently on top of his skull, she screamed. Darcy screamed.
If he wasn’t so terrified of being killed in a car crash he would have laughed. He propped himself up, waving his hands in the air to show Diana he wasn’t a murderer.
‘Wait, its cool, don’t crash!’
She swerved off the road.
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!’
He pleaded with the screaming woman.
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((I did the stupidest thing... i accidently saved over my previouse post with my current post! OMG, so this will look really odd to anyone else... lol, my bad. Sorry it's so short Mori, didnt know what else to include!))
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Post by Zoe Sekhmet on Apr 4, 2008 22:34:30 GMT -5
Shit!
~*It was something she said often, for a variety of reasons and in all states of emotion. How one little word could pack so much meaning, Zoe would never know. She didn’t give it, didn’t take it, anyone else could talk it, eat it or dump it, and it was always good alone in moments of absolute crisis with nice bit of force behind it. The force was with her now as she watched their reason for being here, the corpse’s sister, enter a Jeep and take off. Given her usual tendency for distraction, she might have missed this entirely had it not been for the fact that the boy she’d just been harassing had ditched her to lurk in the back of this particular vehicle moments before Debbie’s or Darla’s or Dottie’s – whoever the hell she was’ - arrival. Preoccupied or not, it was too notable to miss.
Being blind and generally useless, Seth was missing the whole show and would prove no help. If the girl was truly their only lead, it wouldn’t do to lose her this early in the game. The kid was of interest as well and acting guilty of something, but all that amounted to so far was trespassing in an unoccupied vehicle and hitching a ride. If he was hiding out with the intention to kill, it would be his first from the looks of those squeaky clean vibes. Now the only two figures of any importance were driving off into the sunset together while she was left to prowl among the whiny mourners with an albino and a steadily growing headache. Shit.
It was only because he’d been distracted by small, dark and eerie that she ever pulled it off. While Seth pondered over an undoubtedly riveting conversation with Ms. Deetz, Zoe made a move that would surely cost her big. The cane went first, because she didn’t need him slapping at her with it, nor did she intend to trip over it and have them both end up in a pile. She also preferred touching it to him, if it came to it, first. Reaching almost entirely behind her to avoid having to turn all the way around and lose sight of the Jeep and going purely on instinct, she snatched the stick soundlessly from his grasp and had it folded in roughly a second and a half. Thanking the very special cow/s personally for the gloves she wore, as they would now protect her from physical contact with Seth, she opted not to give him any reaction time to thwart her next step and sprang into action.*~ We’re leaving. Hang onto the shades.
~*The words were accompanied by motion so fast even she was impressed. She slid to the side, kicked out at his ankles, smoothly knocking them out from under him. As he tipped forward she crouched and easily hefted him off his feet and over her shoulder in one fluid motion. If shock had ever sunk in, he’d be coming out of it any second so she wasted precious little time in goodbyes as she hurtled towards the road. His legs pinned with one arm and his cane in the other, she maintained balance and speed as she jumped a stone bench at the edge of the cemetery and bolted through the open gate. To any onlookers it would appear she was kidnapping an unwilling, blind businessman in a fog coat from a funeral of all places and, in reality, it was precisely what she was doing. She was counting on that scenario- reconsidered a few times by the nonbelievers- seeming so weird it was dismissed as not actually happening and quickly forgotten by what witnesses there were.*~ Heavier than you look, Twinkie boy.
~*Before he could puncture any major organs with a knee or cave her spine in with his fists, she dumped him unceremoniously onto the hood of a black Pontiac Grand Prix LE that had seen too many years and too few mechanics in its lifetime. It was locked but this was of little concern. Without a second thought or even much of a first one, she thrust her elbow through the driver side window with enough strength behind it to take the glass out all in one go. Ow. She reached through with the arm that didn’t feel as though it was going to fall off, unlocked and opened the door. Those to spot the albino-napping would now be trying to wipe this from their mind as well because she wasn’t done with Seth yet. Whatever he was up to, and it couldn’t be good as he was caneless and likely pissier than a soggy cat, she snatched the sleeve of his coat and hauled him close. If he fought, she suppressed it while shoving him across the driver’s side, painfully over the middle console, and with one final push into the passenger seat. His cane followed as she tossed it in after him. Her thoughts, a blur of frantic voices, hotwire instructions and the memorized numbers of the Jeep’s license plate, raced as she leapt in beside him and pulled the door shut behind her.*~Save your rant for a sec, I need to concentrate on something other than your puny, little threats of vengeance.
~*As she’d hoped, the Pontiac was old enough to function under the easier of starter systems. Tearing apart the entire ignition wasn’t scheduled into this plan. Her gloves came off before she began clawing almost hatefully at the lower dash panel. She tore it off and let it hang as she went to work on the wires beneath the steering column. The warm blood now smearing her fingers did not aid the process but she was adept enough in this line of work not to blow it in the homestretch. Using her fingernails, she pinched one wire until it snapped and started on the next. When they were twisted together, the next two were drawn out and split. A few taps and a few sparks later, the engine came to life. One hand on the gear shift, one on the wheel and a foot on the gas and they were off after the Jeep and the chance of a lead. Not because she felt he deserved to know, but because she hoped it might spare her some of his retaliation, she clued Seth in on the reason behind this spur-of-the-moment car theft.*~ She’s leaving with that idiot kid in the back. Doesn’t even know he’s there as far as I can tell. It smelled too weird to ignore and I thought you might like to tag along.
~*It was difficult to keep up conversation while swerving madly and, in most cases, illegally to catch up to the Jeep so she left it there. He’d attack now or he wouldn’t. There was always later. While she was capable of driving and even pretty good at it, it still took more effort than she liked to give any one thing. Attempting to skirt slower moving vehicles without having to face their attention-drawing horns, Zoe poured her focus into the task. It was only when the Jeep turned onto a street lined with more trees than people that they finally conquered the distance between. With no great knowledge of the area, they’d need to hug her tail for the whole trip or risk losing her with no idea of the destination. Had she not been so obsessed with the bumper of Diana’s ride, both she and Seth may have ended up in the back with Darcy as it careened sideways unexpectedly. The brake went to the floor and she managed to grab Seth’s shoulder before he exited through the windshield.*~
SHIT!
(I can't find a color that isn't obnoxious on every skin. Meh.)
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Post by Averill Thade on Apr 9, 2008 19:30:51 GMT -5
It happened so fast that Averill barely had time to notice it all.
The blind guy had been swept up by the auburn haired girl and the guy with the glowing tattoo had disappeared. Just her luck that everybody she needed was now gone. If she was going to even have a sliver hope in succeeding on her mission, she would need to follow them.
Way to help the damsel in distress here. What kind of person ignores a cry of help from a young girl?
Sighing, she pulled out her tracking device and looked for the highest congregation of red blips. The map had expanded in order to fit all of the dots on the same screen, and a cluster of them were riding down a highway some miles away. How much more complicated could it get?
Averill pulled over to the nearest phone booth, which just so happened to be near the door of the building. She rustled her pockets and found a quarter that she popped into the slot and dialed. The phone rang once.
"Check the parking lot," it said in monotone. "... there you will find your car." Sure enough, when she arrived at the parking lot, there sat her black and white hummer, already started and purring like an enormous cat. She opened the door and hopped in, hoping to god that any of the "targets" had sports cars fast enough to outrun her, if it came to that.
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Post by Seth Andras on Apr 22, 2008 9:40:25 GMT -5
The conversation with the newcomer hadn't yet gone anywhere interesting when the entire situation changed. The supernatural one had run, making his way off, that much Seth could tell, and from the huffing and puffing of the she-wolf, it was apparent she wasn't done with him. He smirked to himself, amused any time she was put out, but all that faded in a second when his cane disappeared. A sharp curse was on the tip of his tongue as he thought about what she was doing this time when she announced they were 'leaving'. Automatically, a hand shot to his shades. He'd be damned if he'd lose those again. He also braced his legs, expecting her to knock him down and drag him by his leg like some sort of caveman mating ritual. It wasn't the first time she'd attempted an undignified assistance role. He wasn't disappointed this time either.
She came on like a blur, but all he could appreciate was being swept off his feet and with nothing to show for it. His balance was worth about as much as a political commentary's surface thought, and he fell easily. Goddammit, I just got up not too long ago, was on his mind when she stooped and picked him up like he was a UPS delivery or a slab of meat.
"What the hell are you doing?" He barked instantly, but all she did was make a comment about his weight, which was ironic because he hadn't gained a pound in at least a month. He thought. Maybe. It's not like he can see the scale anyways.
She had him up and running, and the unnatural motion of being a parcel made him sick, his stomach bouncing while in contact with her shoulder, and most of his curses, retorts, and threats of imminent death were lost along with a good portion of his breath. She could be more gentle, he fumed, and he held on to her hair with a death grip out of sheer spite. She stopped then, the anti-motion making him sicker still. No more of this shit, and he writhed, trying to get free. Then came the crack of the window as she committed yet another crime in full view of the entire world. As if they didn't look stupid enough, apparently they had come to the cemetery to fight, talk to strangers, and then she made off with the white guy and the car.
"Now put me down dammit-"
He was being shoved into the car like shot into a cannon, with all the due ceremony and care. The middle console hurt like hell, and he made it an effort to kick her before being stuffed all the way in the passenger's seat. He clutched his cane like it was a newborn, and had to fight the urge to spit at her or something venomous, mostly because he would miss and then she'd bring it up later. He heard scratching at the dashboard, and the location suggested that little miss Daisy was hotwiring the car and making her getaway. If she hadn't been so busy playing cowgirl last time, they might still have a car to normally drive away in, but nooooo... He scowled, more so, which hurt because his face was already too tight in his rage.
She got the damn thing started, and he braced himself in the passenger's seat, exactly what you're not supposed to do, but he was scared shitless of her driving. His right hand grasped futilely for a Oh-shit-bar on the ceiling, but none was there. He resorted to clutching the door handle with a grip that could break steel in its panic. He glared in her general direction. "What the hell is your crisis?" An open-ended question. She had a lot going on, and he wanted her to have a springboard so he could blast her more specifically after she replied. He was sour and bitter at the moment, all element of sweetness gone, and if he could sink fangs into her and poison her, he'd give eternity for it. Next time she comes his way, he'll be all braced and Judo-chopping like a madman. He was just uh... tired this time and she was lucky.
His ego starting to mend, he focused on the current situation. She was driving hell-for-leather after the stranger. She had taken drastic measures, so either she wanted time to stop and get an ice coffee en route, or she thought that there was something odd about her targets. Either way, he was thankful for the respite from the sun.
"Might like to tag along? As if I had a choice. Well, maybe I did. Perhaps some nice lady with a genuinely-owned car and soft hands would have picked me up. I could be like Ted Bundy. Of course, the only girls who pick me up in the cemetery are the demented types I shouldn't leave with in the first place." He sneered. "Watch out for that car." He said randomly, just to distract her, and then he began a series of slow whispers to torment her. With her flowing voices, it would be a subtle, pleasant revenge. He might die in a car crash, by goddammit if she wasn't coming with him. "And that one. And the one over there. What are you doing? Don't you know how to drive? Be careful..." Each of these and more whispered in varying tones (For he was an expert on pitch), to meld and mix in with her own voices, a tactic he had used before while in a particularly bad mood to great effect.
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Post by Diana Herme on Apr 24, 2008 18:14:45 GMT -5
*Diana’s fingers flinched in shock, grasping a few stray strands in a tight enough grip to take them with her when she quickly pulled her hand away. She screamed again, in response to the scream that came from the head behind her seat, knocking the steering wheel even more as the car lurched to the right, into the path of oncoming traffic. Swearing under her breath, Diana turned her attention back to the road ahead of her as she jerked the steering wheel back, bringing the car onto the correct side of the road.
A look of confusion replaced the look of terror on her delicate features as she heard what appeared to be the voice of a boy apologising and saying he didn’t know what else to do. Taking a deep shaky breath to steady herself, Diana cast a quick glance in the rear-view mirror, barely registering the black Pontiac in the distance that was speeding towards them, as she indicated and pulled over to the side of the road.
Taking another shaky breath, Diana ran her fingers through her long blonde curls before turning around and peering into the back seat. She saw a boy who appeared to be in his early to late teens, a bit younger than Emily had been. At the thought of her sister, Diana’s mood softened slightly though she was still bewildered as to why this boy was in the back seat of her Jeep.
~We aren’t going to crash..~ she said softly. ~ Though we are lucky that we didn’t. You could’ve killed us both pulling a stunt like this!~ she took a deep breath as she felt her anger rising again. It had been a long, emotional day, and it didn’t appear that her dramas were about to end anytime soon. Once she was calm, she peered down at the boy who was still crouched behind her seat. ~Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the back seat and tell me who the hell you are and why you are hiding in the back seat of my Jeep?!~ *[/color][/b]
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Post by Darcy Valde on Apr 25, 2008 10:52:58 GMT -5
Darcy’s heart slowly stopped racing, he let himself drop into the back seat, his heart was still racing, but at a slower pace, maybe he wouldn’t die of a heart attack just yet
~Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the back seat and tell me who the hell you are and why you are hiding in the back seat of my Jeep?!~ *.
He thought for a second, he had to come up with a rational, good enough reason to be there or face a long walk back home.
‘It’s hard to explain...’
He said gently, scratching his head inadvertently.
‘I knew your sister... we used to speak often online’
He saw her expression and quickly put his hands up.
‘No, it wasn’t like that, we were friends, we used to RP together... write stories together, you know? We speak at least once a day, but then it stopped and I was worried, so I tracked you down for some answers...’
He said with a shrug, he heard the car behind them, but ignored it; he had to make things good with Emily’s sister.
‘It wasn’t suicide...’
He said gently.
‘It was something else... and I intend to find out what...’
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Post by Diana Herme on Apr 26, 2008 19:31:09 GMT -5
*Diana’s left eyebrow shot up in surprise as this kid who still hadn’t offered his name or any form of introduction mentioned that he and Emily had used to speak online. Once he clarified about the Roleplaying, she nodded slightly. Emily had let her read some of her stories sometimes, creative tomes that told of witches, vampires and zombies. Her favourite story had been one where Emily was playing a witch that was the Queen of her kingdom and had to defend it against a Dark Lord. There were demons, dragons, vampires and all kinds of ogres and supernatural beings. Diana had been fascinated by the fact that people from all over the world could get together via the World Wide Web to tell such a fascinating story.
Now, she looked at this kid with new eyes, feeling sorry for him as he spoke about missing her sister and deciding to track Diana down for some answers. She was about to speak when the kid said that her sister hadn’t died of a suicide. Her ears pricked up and she leaned forward expectantly as she hoped that this kid would be able to tell her something that she didn’t already know. She was disappointed however when the kid told her that he didn’t know what it was, but that he intended to find out.
~Yeah, well that makes two of us, kiddo. I know it wasn’t a suicide, though I’ll be damned if I know what it was..~ she sighed and ran her fingers through her blonde locks as she sat back in her seat. Without turning around to look at the kid, she said
~I’m on my way to her dorm to see if I can find out anything more. You might as well come with me, seeing as how you’re already in the car and all. ~ She turned the key in the ignition, and checked her rear-view mirror again, this time noticing that the black Pontiac had closed the distance between them and was now only a few metres behind the Jeep. Figuring she had enough room to merge back onto the road before the Pontiac was on her stretch of road, Diana pulled onto the road and accelerated so that her speed was matching the Pontiac. Once she was driving again, Diana turned around to look at the kid.
~You better buckle up back there…er… what did you say your name was?~*
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Post by Zoe Sekhmet on May 21, 2008 12:16:52 GMT -5
~*It wasn’t enough, she supposed, that she’d taken the time to bring him, had single handedly arranged to trail the victim’s sister, stolen the car to follow her, and then spared them both a fiery death by not crashing into an SUV obviously driven by someone worse off behind the wheel than Zoe herself. No, that wouldn’t be enough. Instead of showing some gratitude, he was adding to the roar in her head with ceaseless whispers of his own and making it even harder than usual to concentrate on the task at hand. Asshole. Jaw clenched so tight it was a wonder her teeth didn’t shatter, she flexed her gloved fingers on the steering wheel and glared pointedly at the retreating license plate of their target. She’d ignore him until he got bored, that’s all. She could handle that.
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They were a breath away from plowing into the back of the SUV yet again when Zoe returned from another round of mental onslaught to find her boot crushing the gas pedal into the floor. She pumped the brake and veered into an opening in the left lane to avoid the coming collision. Her right hand had fisted and abandoned the steering wheel before she even noticed it was moving to connect with Seth’s head and slam it into the passenger side window. She didn’t know if she’d get him- though most likely would- but felt if something wasn’t done now she’d lose control entirely, ditch the mission and kill his pasty, pale ass instead.
Head pounding and nerves wound tight, she snatched back her hand and grasped the wheel to keep it from shaking. Even if he couldn’t see the tremor, it stung to know it was there in his presence. She then hunched over the wheel as if Seth might suddenly decide to steal it and forced the car back down to the posted speed limit in order to get in behind the subject of this all-too-obvious tail.*~ If you don’t want me to stamp out your pathetic, little existence and shove your worthless corpse out at the next light, I suggest you shut your hole. It would serve you to remember that I’m driving because- oh yes, that’s right too- you can’t. If you don’t want me dragging your handicapped ass around, maybe you’d like to walk? About all you can do these days, isn’t it? Let’s see if the bus can get you where you want to go…that is, if you can find the stop. I’d just love to see who gets there first. Keep it up, Whitey, and I’ll break your stick and dump you in the most uninhabitable place I can find. The only thing missing with you gone would be the racket, as you’re no help with the damn map. I guess you do hold the drinks now and again though, don’t you? I’d miss that. So shut it.[/b][/font][/size]
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Post by Darcy Valde on May 31, 2008 10:31:07 GMT -5
‘Darcy, Darcy Valde’
He said with a groan as he managed to squeeze himself into the front seat. He grabbed his bag and sat it on his lap, he quickly fastened his set belt as they took off once again, he could help but notice the car, they had slimly avoided, it slowed down, Darcy squinted, but couldn’t make out the two figures. He opened his laptop bag and began to rummage through it.
‘I’m from New Storm City, you may have heard the rumors... maybe not, most haven’t, hell most people haven’t even heard of the place at all. We’re no strangers to the paranormal...’
He whipped out several pages of printed emails.
‘Don’t ask how...’
He flicked through the pages, several words were highlighted.
‘I hacked into your sisters email, managed to find my way to two of her best friends, Kate and Sarah? Something happened on the night, they didn’t tell the police, they didn’t tell anyone... But something scary happened and it wasn’t suicide, they mentioned here that she was screaming f-‘
He cut himself off and sunk into his chair, Emily’s sister didn’t want to hear the gruesome details, it was too much, she had been crying, he could tell.
‘The way they spoke, they were scared, too scared, they said that Emily was trying to get out of the bathroom, but she was being stopped from the inside...’
He stuffed the papers back into his bag.
‘Whatever happened they’re both incredibly guilty... when it happened... they were playing Bloody Mary’
He said coolly, he watched Diane from the corner of his eye to see her reaction.
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Post by Diana Herme on Jun 5, 2008 3:35:05 GMT -5
*Diana merely shrugged and glanced at the kid who had introduced himself as Darcy with a blank look as she shook her head in answer to his suggestion that she may have heard of New Storm City. A slender brow arched in surprise as he mentioned that he was no stranger to the paranormal. Whatever had happened to her sister, it clearly fell into this category and Diana marvelled at the coincidences that had brought this kid to the front seat of her car. Although she kept both eyes on the road in front of her as she drove, she saw out of the corner of her eye as he waved some papers before him.
As he spoke, she realised that these papers must be the hacked emails of Dianas two friends she had seen at the funeral. She had known when she had overheard their conversation that they hadn’t been entirely truthful with her and now Darcy was literally handing her proof of that. Ignoring the fact that this kid had performed an illegal and incredibly tricky act, Diana glanced at him sideways as she let out a long deep breath.
She was grateful that he seemed to edit what he about to say before it whatever it was, left his lips. Her emotions had been rubbed raw and she didn’t think she would be able to take too much more right now. Nodding, she pushed her right sleeve up with her left hand before tightening her grip on the steering wheel. She didn’t notice Agent Simmons business card fall to the floor beside her feet.
~Yeah, I knew those two were up to something. They had it written all over their faces. .. ~ she paused while she processed what he was saying. ~”stopped from the inside”…. ~ she shivered when he said they had been playing Bloody Mary.
~Sarah herself actually told me about the incident. She said they were playing Bloody Mary when Emily had died.. but.. I just can’t believe it. Kids all around the world have played that stupid game, and they haven’t all died. There would’ve been something on the news by now.. surely..~ she trailed off, her eyes flickering to the rear-view mirror and the Pontiac that still trailed behind them. ~Some bitch called Lucinda dared Em’s to do it. I think it’s too much of a coincidence that this girl also had her eye on Emily’s boyfriend Chris. That’s why I’m heading to the dorm.. to speak to this bitch and see if she had anything to do with Emily’s death.. besides daring her to play a stupid game that is. I don’t even know if the police have questioned her or not..~
She trailed off as her mind turned to Agent Simmons. She wondered if she should call him and ask if they had already spoken to Lucinda and if so, what she had said. Driving in silence, she decided to speak to Lucinda regardless and then call the agent with anything she might find out. Finally, they were at the University. Diana had been here more than a few times visiting Emily and drove straight to her dorm. Parking illegally, but not caring one way or the other, Diana turned off the ignition and looked at Darcy expectantly.
~Well, come on then.. you might as well come with me. You can check out Emily’s room while I look for this Lucinda.. I know the police have already had their grubby little paws all over her shit, but maybe you can find something they didn’t?~
She closed the door, waited for him to do the same and locked up the jeep before she strode purposefully towards the building. Up two flights of stairs, and down a winding hall, Diana led Darcy to room 408. Surprised to find the room locked, Diana used her key that had belonged to Emily to open the door. Stepping into her sisters’ room, Diana had to take a deep breath to choke back her tears at the sight of her sisters personal belongings. Her mother had been nagging her to come and clean out Emily’s stuff, and she had been meaning to, she just hadn’t had the strength. Now, it looked like her lack of desire may have worked in her favour, as it gave Darcy a perfect opportunity to see if he could find out anything.
~I’ll leave you to it, ~ she said, hovering in the doorway. For now, it hurt too much to step a foot inside. ~Im going to go and look for this Lucinda. Meet you back here in a bit okay?~ she waved listlessly and closed the door behind her before stepping back out into the hall. Taking a deep breath to steady her shattered nerves, Diana set out to find the girl responsible for sending her sister to that bathroom of horror. *
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Post by Darcy Valde on Jun 11, 2008 1:57:45 GMT -5
I don’t even know if the police have questioned her or not...~
Darcy shook his head and pulled out more yellow envelopes.
‘There’s nothing in police records about Lucinda, not that they gave the case a proper look over, there’s not much investigating to be done after the death was classed as ‘suicide’.
They arrived at the University, it was nice. Darcy followed Diana up the flight of stairs to her sister’s room. Darcy sighed; he ran his finger over the number 408 before Diana let him in, he nodded grimly.
‘Be careful...’
Diana closed the door behind him. Darcy didn’t know where to start, searching the net, now that was his strong suite. But he’d seen enough episodes of SVU. Darcy dropped his bag on the floor and put on a pair of cotton gloves. The room was a typical girl room, it smelt like flowers and scented candles, it small and pink. The Cops had done quite a job on the place; everything looked searched and shuffled through. Darcy opened a closet, racks of coats and dressed hung on hangers, Darcy flitted through them. Something caught his eye, on the bottom of the closet. He got down on his hands and knees and made his way through a sea of shoes. A small bookcase was covered by discarded clothes, the bookshelf was small, it could only house a few books, and most of them were photo albums. He pulled each one out and had a quick look through it. The shelf was on an angel, a small book was shoved under the bookcase, Darcy freed the tiny black hardcover book, there was nothing on the front cover, he opened it. It was inscribed ‘Black Magic: Demons, Succubus and Incubi, using the otherworld to get what you want’. Darcy blood ran cold, he snarled at the book and turned the page, scratchy handwriting had been printed over the inside of the cover. ‘To Em, Never have to worry about mid-terms again! Lol, love always, Lu’.
Darcy threw the book on his bag, and resumed the search.
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Post by Averill Thade on Jun 13, 2008 1:26:48 GMT -5
Averill leaned heavily over the wheel , pushing the gas to the floor. Come on, come on. She looked at the tracking device again, only to sigh and take the familiar route back to the dorm.
It was like a wild goose chase. When was she going to get these people together? Things had to be done, and fast. What if something else were to happen to someone else? Then she'd be in some deep trouble.
Arriving at the dorm, she took the keys out of the ignition and slammed the door shut when she got out. The tracking device beeped. There were two dots in the building, and another two coming up behind her. How she had passed them in that hummer she didn't know.
She slid into the dorm and made her way up to Emily's room, on the lookout for one of her marks. When she arrived outside the door, she heard a shuffling coming from inside. Peeking in, she witnessed the pale supernatural one looking through drawers and bags.
She cleared her throat. "Ughmm. You're Darcy Valde, am I right?"
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Post by Sebastian Marlin on Nov 9, 2008 23:18:42 GMT -5
Sebastian had stopped for lunch, and watched with some amusement from the comfort of the Burger Queen drive-thru as three cars went hurdling down the street after each other.
His amusement turned to disappointment as sour as the mayonnaise of his sandwich when he arrived at the dorm parking lot to see all three cars in the vicinity. None of the drivers had looked like rowdy college kids prone to street racing in broad daylight.
He decided to wait this one out. Nothing worse than too many chefs in the pot, and the last thing he wanted was too many people asking questions. He parked the tank around the corner, carefully out of plain sight but where he could watch the front door of the dormitory.
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Post by Diana Herme on Dec 29, 2008 18:44:34 GMT -5
*Diana stalked the halls of the dorm, stopping kids here and there and asking them if anyone knew where Lucinda might be. Finally, a spotty faced boy told her that Lucinda was the star of the swim team and would likely be in the pool training for the meet next weekend. Diana thanked him and asked him where the pool was. He told her it was off campus, just around the corner and that if she followed the road around she would find it.
She considered stopping and telling Darcy where she was going, but she figured he would need more time to search the room and besides, she didn’t want to waste any time. She wanted to find this bitch and find out what had happened to Emily.
With her heels clicking on the linoleum floor, Diana quickly made her way out of the dorm and out the front door. Her feet found the driveway, which connected to the road, and she started following it around the corner. She was so intent on finding Lucinda and the questions she would ask her that she was almost on top of the large black Humvee before she realised it was the same car from the Funeral Parlour. Closer inspection inside showed her “Agent Simmons” was sitting inside.
Marching over to the car, Diana motioned for him to wind down the window, and once it was done, she leaned in through his window.
~What, are you following me or something?~
She flicked her long blonde curls over her shoulder in a sign of frustration, before she pulled her head out of the Humvee and looked down the road. Poking her head back in the car, she rested her arms on the door frame.
~Well, since you are here, you might as well come and help me question this bitch Lucinda. Since last we spoke, I’ve found out a bit about her.. turns out she’s the reason my sister died!~
Diana bit her lip, hesitating with how much she should tell this man about what she had just found out. She herself had thought the whole notion of “Bloody Mary” was just some superstitious hogwash. How would this FBI agent fare any better? Deciding that it was worth a shot, she took a deep breath and looked in straight in the eye.
~Have you heard of the game “Bloody Mary” agent Simmons? Well apparently my sister was playing it when she died, and she tried to get out of the bathroom but was stopped… from the inside… ~ *
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Post by Sebastian Marlin on Dec 30, 2008 4:34:54 GMT -5
Still happily enjoying his triple beef burger and cheese with the fancy barbeque sauce and no lettuce or tomato (but a strange hint of pickle juice like some dopey teenager was about to get the order wrong and fixed it), he was startled by the sudden rapping at the side of his vehicle. He rolled down the window and was surprised to see Diana. He was further surprised when she practically vaulted into his car to throw rude remarks at him. When she finally seemed to get a hold of her senses and talk to him rationally, he only wished he could see her legs from outside, since she had to be standing on her tip-toes to be leaning into his window. Mm, he loved legs as much as he loved cheeseburgers. He swallowed the last bit of his sandwich and smirked at her.
"You don't say? And I suppose next a fairy is going to come flying out of my ass and tell us who the killer is?" Just because he dealt with supernatural stuff all the time didn't mean he had to act like it.
But, she had a valid point. Before she could go storming off, he held up a hand, "Sorry, I didn't mean that. Can I give you a lift to wherever this Lucinda is? I'll talk to her if you want. The badge usually gets some answers out of people better than a beating does."
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