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April 30th, 2010

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Name: Josephina “UNKNOWN” Stanley Breed: Homid Pack: ---
Player: DSM Auspice: Galliard Pack Totem: --
Chronicle: -- Tribe: None (Lost cub) Concept: Comic book Shop Owner


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Mental (Primary: 7)

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Gifts

Persuasion (Homid level 1)
Mindspeak (Gilliard Level 1)
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Renown

Glory 0.0

Wisdom 0.0

Honor 0.0



RANK: ?
Tempers

RAGE : 4

GNOSIS : 1

WILLPOWER : 3
Health Levels

Bruised (-)

Hurt (-1)

Injured (-1)

Wounded (-2)

Mauled (-2)

Crippled (-5)

Incapacitated







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Merits

Gall (2)

Occult Library (2)

Luck (3)

Guardian Angel (3)

Flaws

Curiosity (2)

Shy (1)

Phobia (Bug and Heights: 3)

Outsider (2)
Gear and Possessions

Sketch Book

Camera

Pencil and ink pen set

Grandfather’s sketch Pen –fetish, holds a spirit of creativity allowing her to sketch what others can’t see.
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Form Bonuses Worksheet
Homid: Shift Difficulty 6

All stats as written on your sheet.
Glabro: Shift Difficulty 7

Strength +2 = ?

Stamina +2 = ?

Appearance -1 = ?

Manipulation -1= ?
Crinos: Shift Difficulty 6

Strength +4 = ?

Dexterity +1 = ?

Stamina +3 = ?

Manipulation -3= ?

Appearance 0

Incites Delirium in Humans
Hispo: Shift Difficulty 7

Strength +3 = ?

Dexterity +2 = ?

Stamina +3 = ?

Manipulation -3 = ?

+1 die to bite damage
Lupus: Shift Difficulty 6

Strength +1 = ?

Dexterity +2 = ?

Stamina +2 = ?

Manipulation -3 = ?

-2 difficulty to all perception rolls.

March 5th, 2010

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November 24th, 2009

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November 23rd, 2009

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October 6th, 2009

Short Panel scripting to show how I script.

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Page 1

Panel 1: Setting is inside a bar, there are chairs knocked over and two men face each other with guns drawn. Both men are wearing westen gear, and snarling at one another. The first is younger with blonde hair and dark brown eyes, he's clearly not seen a lot of action, could only be about 19 at oldest. The second is older like in his early 30s, with a mustchace and a 5' oclock shadow. His face is cragy and there's a thick scar right under his left eye. Think of him as doc Holiday. The kid is wearing brown, the older man is in black with a flat style hat, vs the kid in a cowboy hat.

SFX: Click! Click! (guns drawn)

Kid: I knew I would find you soon enough you slimy damn snake in the grass. You're gonna pay for what you did to my sister, you bastard.

Man: Your sister was asking for it, kid. Your father owed me, so I took what was mine.


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Page one, Panel two

The two men square off against each other. Both start to circle like vultures over a recently dead corpse. Neither wants to give the other the right of way and both know that one is not going to make it out alive. The Kid, is licking his lips as he moves slowly, trying to keep up with what the other man is thinking. He's nevervos, or so the reader can see. He's going to try to attack this guy but it's going to be a hard fight and he's thinking about his sister.

"Anna, I'm sorry I got you into this mess. I didn't mean it, honest. I hope you're watching over me. Just try to protect me." The kid thought as he pictured his lovely elder sister in his mind. This man, this vile man, was going to pay for what he did to his family one way or another.

"You ready you brat," shouts the Man as he snarls at him.

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Panel 3: View: Long shot of the bar, then two close up shots of the two fighters. Think of the camera as if it's sitting on the shoulder of a man that's watchin this from behind a table and seeing these two figures dueling it out. The two smaller shots are quick edits of the two men. Kid is on the left, Man is on the right.
Situation: Kid is going to be the faster draw, so he fires off first, hitting the Man square in the chest.


SFX: BANG!!! BANG!!!!

Kid: Ahhh!

Man: (In pain) Ugh!

July 13th, 2009

Well Here's The Tweaked RP idea. Wonder if it's any good on not.

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Plot Ideas for RPs


Tweak

Basic Premise: Gillani Marconi is the descendent of the famed Noble prize winner of the wireless telegraph, Guglielmo Marconi, though one of his brothers. A scientist like his ancestor Gillani was a man that wanted to create something that the world could use. A smart man with a desire to save lives and help others with problems, he worked tirelessly to create various cures for illness, like for example Cancer. A father and husband, all seemed well when he founded the Marconi institute for higher learning. A non profit group that specialized in the studies of various genetic illness and ailments that came about through injuries to the body, such as stroke victims.

Things were going good for Marconi and the research center flourished. Then his son, the light of his life, wound up in a jet ski accident breaking his spin in various locations in his lower back and causing him to loose use of his legs. Marconi was devastated as there was no cure at the time, namely this time period, to help others who were injured like his son. Marconi became like a mad man and started working on a cure. Realizing that his son would age over time and eventually die before he could cure him, Marconi decided to drug the boy and test a new procedure on him that put the boy in suspended animation for a long period of time, hoping that, in the future they could wake him.

Realizing her husband had lost his mind and caused the “death’ of their son, his wife left him and insisted that he was mentally unfit. Marconi was convicted of murder after being arrested and the Institute was taken over by two research groups. He eventually died in jail a broken man.

Fast forward three hundred years to 2310. The Marconi institute has been taken over by a different group. On the outset it appears to still be working for the greater good by creating cures for illness, genetic disorders, and mental and physical disabilities. Hidden from view though is the fact that the group has been contracted by various unknown organizations to produce genetically altered soldiers that will be used on the battle field. These Soldiers are, “Tweaked” as they call it. A process where the person is modified in a specified set way to allow for a greater advantage on the field during fighting. For example, a sharp shooter will be modified to gain what they call, “Sniper Sight” where the person can see at one hundred times the distance that a normal human can see.

These soldiers are the products of finalized experiments that are run on people who can’t afford normal procedures to cure their illness. So in order to save their lives they contract themselves, or their family member, to the Institute to be used as test subjects for newer tweaking procedures before being used in the solider program. Soldiers who also get injured in battle are called back, and depending on their injury, are either repaired and reinstated into the fight or are used also as testing subjects.

It’s during this time that the son of Gillani is found, woken, and promptly vanishes from the institute not to be found. Along with his disappearance is the man whose family has been watching over the body for centuries, and a test subject ex solider. The young man decided, after discovering the true nature of what had happened to his father’s pride and joy, that the corrupt system had to be dealt with and removed. To this end he created a group simply called the Liberty Front, LiFt for short. LiFt’s activities center around the surrender of the Marconi institute back to the son of Gillani and to inform the public of the schemes and dark actions that the Institute was profiting in.

Characters

Tom Marconi – The son of Gillani that was set in suspended animation. He is the ring leader of LiFt. Choosing to forgo the Tweaking after seeing what had been done to his father’s facility. He’s a noble man with moral goals and is not willing to go to certain lengths to get the job done. He heads the main body of LiFt as well as the computer intelligence center that filters all activities of LiFt members, and the members of the Marconi institute. He does not see his actions as terrorist in nature, and tends to use smart bombs (non lethal bombs such as sound, smoke, flash, etc) as a way to deal with people and will resort to destruction of property only after the area has been fully evacuated of civilians. He’s a decent sort of charming person, but very serious and refuses to comprises his ethics for the sake of winning.

Henry Walker – Henry’s family has been watching over Tom for eons. As the latest in the long line, Henry was there when Tom woke up. At fifty years old young, he is spry for an elderly man, and contributes his youthful nature to the fact that he’s unwilling to give up no matter what. He is one of the minorities of humans now in the country that has not bee Tweaked. He treats Tom as if he is his own son, and assists Tom in learning about the new world. He’s a caring man but stubborn and believes in his Master’s cause. He is the head of the Ground Tactical unit of LiFt. As such he acts as the main unit to deal with large all out attacks and defense around the mansion. He is close with a boy named Matthias who is the head of the intelligence retrieval unit. (I was thinking of using Old Walter Dollnez for him)


Matthias –This boy’s full name is unknown. At fourteen years old he is the youngest of this crew and also the most skilled in gathering information. He runs an underground group of information gatherers, all kids his age, who listen in on conversations. Matthias was found by Henry when he was twelve, after having been Tweaked in his ears to allow him to hear all sorts of sounds from the very soft at far distances, to the smallest whistle close up. He’s good at memorizing things and is very much a tease when not working. He likes to think of himself as Tom’s brother, though Tom is unsure exactly where the boy stands. Matthias is head of the Information Brokerage and Intelligence Unit of LiFt. (I was thinking of using Young Walter Dollnez for him)

</i>SABER</i> –or more precisely S43ER, Solider 43 –Experimental Retinas, was given the code name Saber after he could not remember his real name. Saber is in his twenties and was tweaked in his eyes allowing him what is called Sniper Sight, allowing him to see at owl like distances in exact detail. Along with this they tweaked him so that he had the ability to jump at least two stories with ease, and also they tweaked his smelling to allow him to smell and identify various things the same way a blood hound can. When wounded the Institute took him back in and set it up that he was used as an experiment for leg tweaks as well as scent tweaks. They have also more recently adjusted his vision to being better then it was. Saber must take medication to keep his Tweaks from being rejected by his body. He chooses to take a cocktail that is not the normal medication as he gives this to the other members of LiFt that they have saved. Saber is the head of the Stealth unit, the elite group that acts as the precursor to any attack. He is also the head of the Rescue unit. The one thing he knows about himself is that he has a sister out there somewhere.

October 24th, 2008

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*The first thing Robert heard that afternoon was the sound of the shouts of his secretary. The older woman was yelling at someone in hushed tones about not distrubing Robert. The only reply he heard from the other person was a loud bang, a scream, and someone running down the hall. The door was pushed open, calmly, as if someone was just being invited in as a guest, and a woman with green hair wearing a gold dress walked in.

*He'd seen her before. Julia O'Brian. Or as she had been going there, Erin Conner. She smirked at Robert in a coy way as he started to rise. The small gun was pointing at him and she grinned.*


Ahh ahh ahh...Mr. Westonbirt, I don't think that's a good idea to make any sudden moves. You'll end up like the guards out there. Real shame they don't know much about poison candy. Now...you and I are going to have a nice chat, calm, collected, or I can just blow your head off right now and splatter your brains everywhere.

October 23rd, 2008

Street Scene

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*Evan Taylor walked quickly down the street. He was dressed in his suit as all gentlemen would wear. It was part of of looking like a dignified watch and piano repair man. Sedona had grown in the years and he'd moved his business from a smaller town to the larger one on the recomendation of one of his friends. He held his hat on his head, and carried the repair kit under his arms.*

*He smiled some as he headed down the street and thought about the whole idea of tunning the grand piano at the Westonbirt arboretum. It was a task he was going to undertake and the walk there would do him some good. Evan always liked the outdoors and the feeling of the wind on his face. Not that he minded offices, but he didn't see how people could work in the back of that shop, or at least the old man he purchased it from. He grinned as he turned the corner and ran smack into a little girl and her father. The girl pouted some and Evan blushed some.*


Oh I'm sorry! I didn't see you there sir.

October 22nd, 2008

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*Evan Taylor gazed up at the Westonbirt Aboretum. He gazed in awe of the building and the surounding gardens. The place was a mansion compared to what he'd seen before. Not that Mr. Augustus was going to say anything about it, it was smaller then the Bhrom mansion, but still insanely impressive. He swallowed some. He'd been asked by Mr. Bhrom to act as a second to Mr. Westonbirt. As Mr. Bhrom was getting older he waned Robert to take over the company, this ment someone would have to take over the Arboretum running it's day to day opperations so that Mr. Westonbirt could focus on other matters.*

*Even felt a bit nervous. He was farther from home then he'd ever been before. Not that he hadn't traveled. His father was a composer who had made an impression on one of the VC's more elite members. It had allowed Even to become a perfumer himself and work his way up to the spot he was at now. He was 34 years old and this was really his first major test.*

*He fixed his hat, and picked up his suitcase, he would be staying at the house until a suitable home could be aquired for him. He walked up the long pathway to the door, and rang the bell, and knocked once with his cane. Jones answered and he smiled, cheerfully. Tipping his hat in the process.*


Good afternoon, is Mrs. Westonbirt, or Mr. Westonbirt home by chance?

October 21st, 2008

Meeting of the Aristocrats

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*Samuel fixed his jacket after Jones removed his coat. He was attending a party held by Mr. and Mrs. Westonbirt while they were visiting her father back east. He fixed his gloves and looked over at his compaion, Jane Winchester, as her frock was removed from her shoulders. He had to smile, she did look rather good in the dress he'd gotten her for this occasion. Red Satin that curved around her body holding her slim waist tightly, and showing just the right amount of cleavage.*

*Jane seemed a bit embarssed by it, worried it was showing off too much, but he'd assured her she looked lovely. He insisted that half her hair be left down, with rose decorations for the hair peice, and used his mother's more expensive necklace and earings for her. She seemed more nervous then he felt she should be, and to make her blush more, just before they walked in he nibbled her ear some.*


Come now, Jane. Don't look like that, you'd think you were unhappy to be with me.

*He purposely put an arm around her waist and lead her down the stairs greeting people he knew and those he didn't. Jane nodded some, not sure what to say. She'd been away from this sort of thing for a long time and it was hard to just get backinto the swing of things, as Samuel had said.*

*Samuel though, if he did notice this, made no indication that he cared. This was the place he wanted to be. Normally Mary, his wife, would have easily glided off by now to talk with friends, leaving him to flirt with the ladies as he pleased. Jane though wasn't the sort, he knew that from a long time ago, and he knew she would stay by him, timdly, which was okay with him as he could tease her all he liked then and she could nothing really about it.*

*As he guided her though the crowd he paused when he spotted a familar red head and grinned.*


This way my Jane.

*Jane followed him puzzled and he smirked some when he found the woman. The look on her face showed that she was both suprised and charmed to see him. He bowed some, as Jane gave a nod, and took the woman's hand in his.*

Agatha, it's been a long time. How are you my dear?

*Samuel graciously kissed her hand and his eyes glanced over at Robert who stood nearby.*

October 20th, 2008

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*Jane looked at her hands. They were covered in blood from holding her skirt to the wound. Julia had rushed out the window, not even once glancing back. She had wanted to pull her gun and shoot at the running woman, but she left it back at home, as Jane didn't think that such a thing could happen.*

*Jones had been a great help, making sure Robert was secured, and having two servents take off after Julia. Jane gripped onto Robert's hand forcing her nails into his palm some of the time to keep him awake. She knew it added to the pain, but if it kept him alive.*

*Memories of her father's death flashed in her mind as she stared at Robert.*


Jones went for the doctor, you don't get to die on me Robert Westonbirt. You're too stubborn of a man for that.

October 13th, 2008

Hotel Delorum...Sara's Room.

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*Sara lay in bed. She had a bandage around it and she was trying to read. Her head still hurt but the doctor said she would be better in a few days. Her mother had been so worried, but she had not cared. The last thing she remembered was Virgil's comment about hating her. She didn't understand. She couldn't think of anything that she had done to him to upset him. She wanted to know why he was so angry with her, with her mother.*

*Sara leaned back in the bed and sighed. She wished she could talk to him. It wasnt' fair, why did she have to be cooped up like this.*

The Sound of Thunder

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"Pa...Pa..." Jane shouted as she rushed down the stairs dressed in her blue gingham dress. Her blonde hair wisked back and forth as she took the steps two at a time, her new shoes clacking on the wooden boards. She smiled broadly as she came into the kitchen and spun around for the two men sitting there.

Her father Jack was leaning on the back of a wooden kitchen chair, his hat covering his brown eyes, and his feet crossed out infront of him. Beside him, sitting properly in his own chair, was Jane's uncle Mitchell. He was sipping some coffee and watching Jack with anticipation, knowing the sheriff would make a big to do about his daughter being all dressed up. And sure as the sun rises, Jack tipped up his hat, and let out a long low whistle thumbing up his hat

"Now who is this pretty lady that's come into my kichen? Mitch, I do think a princess just stepped out of a book on me," Jack smiled brightly as he pulled in his legs to look at her better. He sat up and smiled as his daughter blushed brightly. She looked so much like her mother. Her blue eyes were more hazel then perfectly blue, and she had his blonde hair over her mother's dirty blonde hair.

"Papa, don't tease me like that," Jane smiled and spun around as her Uncle nodded.

"That's right Papa, don't tease the little goddess."

Jack laughed some as Jane stuck her tongue out at Michell who smirked some, sipping his drink.

"What you don't like being called a goddess?"

"No, I'm a lady there's a difference." Jane said with certainty. "A goddess is selfish, a lady is polite and tries to help others."

"Oh I thought that was a knight...." Mitchell said with a chuckle and Jane smirked some.

"Yes well a lady can be as strong as a knight too, when she wants to."

"But in diffent ways," Jack said as he got up and took his daughter by the hand and started to dance with her around the room some. Jane grinned brightly at her father as she asked.

"So I can wear this to the festival Papa?"

"Of course, I'll just have to shoo the boys off with a big stick." he teased and she laughed.

"Pa!"

Jack chuckled and let her go to grab his gun and smiled to the duo as Jane sat down to eat some lunch. She ficked some paper at her uncle who returned in kind.

"Alright you two. No getting into trouble while I'm out." Jack smiled at them as he buckled up his belt. "You know the rules."

"Yes I know Pa, don't go out without Uncle Mitchell with you. Make sure that I say hello to eveyone, and if I'm going to visit Mama, get lillies. I remember." Jane smiled and her father tossled her hair some. She grinned as he looked over at Mitchell.

"Mitch,about what we talked about last night?"

Mitchell gave a short nod, "Don't say another word Jack...I'll handle it."

"Thanks," Jack nodded and gave Jane a kiss on the head. "Now behave for Uncle Mitchell, okay. I'll be back by six tonight. I don't want to hear about funny stuff."

"Not even a joke?" she smiled sweetly and he poked her forehead some.

"You know what I mean young lady," He grinned and turned to head out the door. Jane followed him and gave him a hard hug.

"Have a good day at work Pa and be safe."

Jack laughed, "I'm always careful Jane. You know that."

She nodded and let him go, watching Jack walk out the door. She burned the image into her mind, feeling something in her stomache telling her to keep looking no matter what.

As the day rolled on, Jane and Mitchell explored the town together. The warm weather made it possible for them to wander about with little issue. Jane grinned showing her Uncle most of the town of Sedona, especially the Arboretum. She delighted in Mitchell smiling and noting how the various flowers were her mother's favorites.

"We should get some for your father," Mitchell suggested and Jane nodded in agreement. Buying some Blue caps, they headed out into the streets again. Jane racing along ahead of her Uncle in hopes of spotting her father. It was only when she was half way to the Jersy Lilly's Saloon, that she heard the shouting.

"Bryant, I'm telling you. This is no way to deal with things. Just put the gun down." her father's voice was clear and true. "We're friends Bryant, but I have a job to do. You can't go around waving that thing like that."

"Don't care...I just..." the man was saying as Jane listened quitly.

"Bryant, look I'm going to let you go. But you have to calm down..." Jack's voice was cool and collected. Jane heard the sound of money clinking in a hand. "Here, there's enough to get a room for the night, coffee and some good dinner. Now I'm gonna back away Bryant, and you do the same."

Jane heard her father's footsteps and she hurried forward to see him. As she rounded the corner, she heard a loud booming sound coming from opposite where she was. Turning she saw her father. His face was in shock and a second later he hit the ground, blood pouring from his back.

"Pa....PAPA!!!" Jane shreiked and rushed over to her bleeding father. She'd dropped the flowers and they scattered all over. A crowd gathered and the guy that had done the shooting slipped back some. Scared. Mitchell had come running when he heard the shot and stopped dead seeing his brother laying bleeing in his neice's arms.

Jack's eyes were looking gently into Jane's as he ran his fingers weakly over her cheek. "Jane...baby..."

"Pa...don't talk it'll be okay," she cried as Mitchell ordered a man to fetch the doctor. "Doc will come and fix you right up..."

"Be a good girl for your Uncle Jane."

"Pa don't say things like that. You're gonna be fine, just fine..." Jane felt tears slipping down her face. Blood had stained her dress and was now pooling up on the ground. Jack just smiled at her.

"I love you baby," he said softly before closing his eyes for the last time. His body became limp and he stopped breathing. Jane screamed his name over and over, shaking him, trying to get her father to wake up.

"Jane..." her uncle said softly, brushing the blood from her face. "He's not...he's not going to wake up."

Jane looked at him with tearfilled eyes and started to sob against her father's chest. Mitchell wasn't sure what to do so he reached out to hold her. Only then did he see Jane reach for her father's gun that was still at his side and pull it out. He reached to grasp it from her hand, but she turned it on the man that had shot her father and shouted.

"You monster! You killed him! He was trying to help you and you killed him!"

"Jane put the gun down," Mitchell insisted as his neice cried and blubbered over and over that the man killed her father. Mitchell hugged her tightly and pried the gun from her hands. "I know Jane...I know...but please...don't do this."

He thew the gun to the ground as the deputies grabbed Bryant who just gazed at them. He didn't even offer a word of explination as he was pulled away. Jane wailed clinging to her uncle tightly as hs stroked her hair. He wasn't sure what to do for her, but he knew that whatever happened he'd look after her no matter what happened.

October 9th, 2008

Long Wait at Home

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*Julia was watching out the window of her small house. It was a nice neighborhood. Quiet, peaceful. Time had not dimished her beauty all that much, although now she did look older. She was a mother, and had used the money she had stolen for all those years to buy a new life for her and her son in Anglen.*

*It wasn't like her old home with the dirty floors and window. No this one was covered in soft carpet and good furniture. She liked it, it was warm, inviting. He would have liked it. She thought to herself the day she bought it. He might not have appricated it, but he would have liked it. It was like a doll house. Toys littered the place. Dolls, toy soliders, tops, trains, stuffed bears and the like were places on shelves, couches and some on the floor.*

*Julia pulled back the curtians of her window and looked out on the cobbled streets. The lamp lighters had long since left and there were only a few stragglers coming home. She bit her lip. She should go out looking for him, but she didn't want to leave and him come home to an empty house.*

'God I wish James were here.' *She thought as she paced and looked at the old photo she had of them. Her fingers brushed over the face of the man with glasses and she kissed it once before putting it back up on the mantle. That's when she heard the dog, a bitch she had named Bella-Jane, start to bark. She hurried over to the window and saw the tall form wandering down the street. He walked just like his father had, and were it not for the fact that she knew he was dead...she would have thought that he was Richard.*

*Grabbing her shawl, Julia headed out into the slight cold and rushed up to the tall man, wrapping her arms around him then looking up at him with her green brown eyes.*


Where the hell have you been Virgil! I've been worried sick.

October 8th, 2008

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*Islington, a city defined by it's sharp wooden structures. Buildings from different walks of life dotted the large city centered around a river that flowed off into an expansive lake. Trade ships mored at the dockes on wooden posts, readying for cargo to be shipped off to different areas of Memphis and the rest of the world. The Lake lead to two other larger lakes which then trailed into a sea way that lead to the ocean.*

*The sounds of the city exploded the farther you went from the docks. Elegant tall structues of stone and wood stood as a monument to the archtices that designed the building. Wind rushed across wide windows of glass, shaking them some in the early spring weather. The occupents of these buildings were spending a normal day. Ladies dressed in prim long dresses paraded around with their fancy hats looking at window displays of the newest merchendise that shops were offering. Men in top hats and coats wandered around in the hopes of catching some woman's eye, or heading from lunch back to work.*

*Into this stillness came a man. Richard Micheal Applegate. The twenty nine year old wandered the streets as calm as could be. His ice blue hair blew against his face as he made his way for the center of town. He stood out like a sore thumb among the more elite that walked this area of the city streets.*

*Richard looked at the men and women there. Worthless, the lot of them, only good to be used and discarded, much like a cheap toy that a child breaks after using it a few dozen times. He pushed up his glasses. These people, they lived their lives so pleasently, not understanding or caring about what was really going on. They were like pigs to be sent to the slaughter.*

*He ignored the stares he had as he got farther in and found himself near a church. He looked up and paused. It wasn't like Richard was scared of God. His mother had always told him to look up to men of the cloth. Well, here he was, and he gave a curt nod to the tall cathedral like sturcture. He thought of how many mourners would come to such a place to visit the dead. It was a comforting thought seeing them all dead like that, in pine boxes, caskets to be lowerd into the ground where the worms and bugs could crawl into their skin and devour their flesh. That was all humans were good for, food for the bugs.*

*The center of town was a large square that housed four magnificent buildings. The tall elegent gold topped courthouse with it's proud Memphis flag flying over head. The soft and serious looking theater where the finest musicans were practicing their music. Richard could hear the faint sounds of the orchestra from where he stood in the center and closed his eyes to calm his mind some. Across from the cultural center was the city's town hall, with it's sturdy outter casing. The red color reminded Richard of a large red ant. He wondered what might happen if it were to burn down? Would it shirival like an ant would. The last building, the one he was facing, was a Huge monolith of power and force. The Victorian companies elite building in Islington was brick and stood like some god forsaken prison. While on the outside to most it seemed a box with frilles of elegance, harking back to Greek or romanesque types of structures, to Richard it was a mosolium where the dead would lay.*

*He strolled forward, not paying mind to the guard that was at the door, in fact as he walked in he fired at him. The guard's head shelepped apart like a cantalope being hit by a hammer. Brain and blood matter spatterd the marble floor, as Richard just kept walking. The ladies screamed, as some were hit and killed. Their chest being hit with bullets and blood blossoming flowers from the wounds. Seeds of death, as some might call it. Guards fired upon him but Richard just smirked. He hated toys that fought back, and these were like annoying tin soliders that he would melt in the heat of his mother's oven.*


"Open Fire!" *The cry sounded and Richard ducked behind a large case. He knocked it over onto the guards as others were fleeing. Bang bang bang! Explosive shots ripped through the air, felling people left and right, leaving a long trail of blood down the hall from the enterence. He walked over to the guards. Two of which begged for their lives. He shoved the muzzle of the gun into their mouths one at a time before pulling the trigger and blowing the back of their heads off. The other he pushed the case so far onto him that he snapped his back and the man choked on his own puncured lung.*

*Richard made his way up the stairs, killing those who got in the way. No one was safe. Those that were were the ones that hid when they heard the shots and dared not to look. The ice blue demon of hell made his way farther down the halls into the cavern that was to become a tomb. He slaughted the guards and those of their ilk, throwing kives and fireing into their brain casing. Blood spattered the walls, floors and windows, painting a macabe pictures of life and death. Some were still breathing so he would stop and snap their necks. The cracking sound was satifying to him as he hurried up to the main office.*

*Here the minons and the manger of the VC were waiting. The manager held his gun in the ready as the door shook. Suddenly it blew off it's hindges and two men were crushed by the falling oak door. Their screams sileced by two well placed shots through the door by Richard. He took off his glasses and cleanded the blood from them. Putting them back on the Mangager shouted at him for a name. He didn't compley and just smiled.*

*Shouldn't he know him? After all he executed his parents, this man didn't understand anything. This wasn't about revenge, this was simply for fun. When the men shouted at him to get out, that they would kill him, she just shrugged and took another three out. They hit the floor dead before they could fully end their sentences. It was then that the men opened up on Richard, and he grabbed one minion to act as a sheild before firing off several rounds. The men were shocked enough that they let down their guards. One lost his head in the ensuing barrage of bullets from Richard. Another got it through the chest then through the temple as Richard jumped up onto the table.*

*The manager fired openly at Richard, who took the hits but kept walking. He knew what he wanted and came up to the man face to face when his bullets had run out. The large gun was pressed to the manager's forehead and Richard grinned.*


"Do you fear God?"
"No..." *the man choaked out as Richard saw he was shitting himself. He chuckled and then cocked the gun back.*
"Pity."

*He fired blowing the Manger's head in between the eyes. The man fell from the chair and Richard picked out a packet of candy from the dead man's pocket. He walked back towards the exit and put the food in his mouth as he slipped out the side door and down another flight of stairs out back. Here he wandered into an alleyway and washed some of the blood off. It had started to rain, so he just walked in mud to cover the more visible blood on his clothing. People were running to the center of town to see what the problem was. But Richard didn't care. It was such a nice day, perhapse he would go to the park and read for a bit.*

October 7th, 2008

Hidden in the Arborutem

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*In the silence of the fall night Jane nodded politely to a guard that wached her pass near the arborutem. He was being kind enough to let her slip by, and hopefully not get into any trouble. Her long blonde hair was tied back with a blue ribbon, and she was wearing a simple blue top with a long navey skirt.*

*Tucked under her arm was a telescope that she had recived as a gift that summer for her birthday. She silently set it up among the blue caps and started to look up at the stars. She was hoping to spot the meteor shower and the best view was from this spot of property. She was standing in the outdoor garden area near the greenhouse where the yellow caps were kept.*

*Of course she knew she was some what breaking her own law in doing this. But it wasn't going to hurt anyone, and surely Robert wouldn't fire the man. She paused thinking this, and decided the best bet was to explain fully that if anyone was to be in trouble it was her. She owed the guard one.*


Wonder if I'm going to see anything tonight.

October 6th, 2008

Broken Switch

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*The bodies lay embedded in the dirt and Jane stared softly at the remains of the wreckage from teh train. In total fifteen people were dead, and she was grateful for just that. Her mind was tired and she wanted to just go to her office and try to wash the disgust she was feeling off her.*

*Someone, she wasn't sure who, had changed the switch in the tracks, causing one of the trains to crash into the closed off section. The cars derailed and people were hurt and bleeding. The only clue she had to go on was that someone had left their hat on the side of the line.*

*She walked over and picked it up, wondering what to do with it or how to start looking. There had to be some sort of clues more then this. That's when she spotted them. The green haired singer from the saloon and Applegate. What were they doing together?*

*She hurried up an embankment as the workers tried to help victims. If they were witeness...*


Hold it both of you.

October 1st, 2008

Things about jane I have discovered.

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Okay regarding the question of the moral issues here are the things I have discovered.

1. Philosophy in Jane.

A. "A sheriff's duty is to protect the town and it's people first then herself." Jane tends to follow the rule that the lives of many are worth more then the life of one person. While she doesn't like killing persay, if it's to protect the town and it's people she will do it. 

B. "A sheriff needs to understand the laws." In her mind things are never black and white they're always gray because of how she's lived up till then. What one man might see as directly wrong, she might see as ambigous. IE, is stealing stealing no matter what? In her mind, no, it's not. If it's for a reason and the greater good then somethings need to be broken so that they can be fixed. 

C. "My pa always told me, Jane, the laws are important, but when the laws become unlawful, when they start to favor one side over the other, then you know it's time to leave the law behind you and do what's right. Doing the right thing, is what matters most." To Jane justice and doing the right thing is what matters to her. Right being the key word here. It doesn't always mean doing the lawful thing it just means standing up for what you believe is right, vs. following orders that you feel is wrong. 

2. Regarding Killing. 

A. When it comes to shooting someone, it's a mix of things for Jane. She doesn't enjoy killing, it's not something that she wants to do all the time. But yet there are times when she feels it needs to be done. For example, if someone were to call her out, she might fire a warning shot at him to wound or scare him, if the person persists and shoots at her, she'll probably shoot back. Normally its to wound, but if they're fireing to kill she'll fire to kill too. 

B. If the death is the only way to keep the town safe she'll kill. It's part of her issue with protection. 

C. If being attacked, and there's no real choice, she'll kill. 

D. She is vengful at times, and will kill someone who hurt or injured someone dear to her. So for example, if she found out that someone framed someone she cared about, she'd probably be gunning for them. She'd probably turn in her badge first, but knowing her she would probably hold a gun up to them and ask them to tell her the truth. Depending if they feel sorry for it, she'd probably take them to jail. In other cases she'd probably just shoot them if she was mad enough. 

How far would she go to protect someone. Pretty far I would say. 

Morally she sees the world in gray and looks at things for the greater good. She's not selfish, but she wants to help an protect those that she loves, and if that means harming someone to protect someone that she loves then she'll go that far. She knows what she's doing. 

As for the man that died. The way I see it is that she found him while she was out east before she became a sheriff. While wandering around one night to find him and bring him in, she met with him and found out that it had been him, but the shot wasn't supposed to hit him. Jane basically couldn't forgive him because he was her father's friend and was going to leave. In his drunken state he attacked her, she turned and shot the man in the chest. After that she's pretty much shot to wound but men that she feels are dangerous she tends to want to put down.

September 24th, 2008

What a strange man

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Today I met a curious fellow, a treasure hunter, that's what he called himself. I'm not sure what to make of him. He's quiet and polite at times, then at moments I can see anger burning in those eyes of his. It really makes me worried that somehow he'll wind up hurting someone. But the sheriff I know can handle him. She's one of the best I've seen, and rather cute as well. I just hope nothing bad happens. She's been down lately.
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