*I haven’t been able to roleplay much here yet but I hope to do so this week. A lot seems to have happened, is there anything I should be aware of?*
There is a small, rundown playground just outside of town, called Hyde Park. It’s one of the old playgrounds from a time when designers favored fun over safety. There is a jungle gym of thick iron pipes woven together in a cage, a tall and extremely steep, shining aluminum slide that would could be used to cook and omelet on a sunny day, a merry go round that lets out a prehistoric scream when spun, and sitting on the swing set is guy with wild pink hair, torn clothes, and a generally rebellious mien. His car is parked just outside the short, chain link fence and the sun burns high in the sky.
The extremely conspicuous figure of a man in a filthy yellow hazmat suit can be seen nearby. He is carrying a hunting rifle
The punk notices the hazmat man and pushes himself backwards on the swing. He begins to sway low and slow, up and down, on the swing. The chains suspending him from the ground screech with each swing. Then he leaps of the swing, his ragged boots bite the hard earth on the landing. He sticks his hands in his pockets and approaches you. “Poison! Should I stop breathing? You afraid I’ve gone nuclear?”
The extremely conspicuous figure of a man in a filthy yellow hazmat suit can be seen nearby. He is carrying a hunting rifle
The punk notices the hazmat man and pushes himself backwards on the swing. He begins to sway low and slow, up and down, on the swing. The chains suspending him from the ground screech with each swing. Then he leaps of the swing, his ragged boots bite the hard earth on the landing. He sticks his hands in his pockets and approaches you. “Poison! Should I stop breathing? You afraid I’ve gone nuclear?”
'Poison? Hopefully not here. It's just a precaution. I'm a paranormalist, you see. Iago Hexton, from New York.'
A sticker on his near-opaque visor reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago', with a small doodle of a smiling devil face
The extremely conspicuous figure of a man in a filthy yellow hazmat suit can be seen nearby. He is carrying a hunting rifle
The punk notices the hazmat man and pushes himself backwards on the swing. He begins to sway low and slow, up and down, on the swing. The chains suspending him from the ground screech with each swing. Then he leaps of the swing, his ragged boots bite the hard earth on the landing. He sticks his hands in his pockets and approaches you. “Poison! Should I stop breathing? You afraid I’ve gone nuclear?”
'Poison? Hopefully not here. It's just a precaution. I'm a paranormalist, you see. Iago Hexton, from New York.'
A sticker on his near-opaque visor reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago', with a small doodle of a smiling devil face
“Sup Iago, you can call me Charlie. What’s a paranormalist like you doing in a small town like this?”
The extremely conspicuous figure of a man in a filthy yellow hazmat suit can be seen nearby. He is carrying a hunting rifle
The punk notices the hazmat man and pushes himself backwards on the swing. He begins to sway low and slow, up and down, on the swing. The chains suspending him from the ground screech with each swing. Then he leaps of the swing, his ragged boots bite the hard earth on the landing. He sticks his hands in his pockets and approaches you. “Poison! Should I stop breathing? You afraid I’ve gone nuclear?”
'Poison? Hopefully not here. It's just a precaution. I'm a paranormalist, you see. Iago Hexton, from New York.'
A sticker on his near-opaque visor reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago', with a small doodle of a smiling devil face
“Sup Iago, you can call me Charlie. What’s a paranormalist like you doing in a small town like this?”
'I'm doing a spot of research. You heard of the disappearance of Ozzy Snare?'
The extremely conspicuous figure of a man in a filthy yellow hazmat suit can be seen nearby. He is carrying a hunting rifle
The punk notices the hazmat man and pushes himself backwards on the swing. He begins to sway low and slow, up and down, on the swing. The chains suspending him from the ground screech with each swing. Then he leaps of the swing, his ragged boots bite the hard earth on the landing. He sticks his hands in his pockets and approaches you. “Poison! Should I stop breathing? You afraid I’ve gone nuclear?”
'Poison? Hopefully not here. It's just a precaution. I'm a paranormalist, you see. Iago Hexton, from New York.'
A sticker on his near-opaque visor reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago', with a small doodle of a smiling devil face
“Sup Iago, you can call me Charlie. What’s a paranormalist like you doing in a small town like this?”
'I'm doing a spot of research. You heard of the disappearance of Ozzy Snare?'
“Ozzy Snare?” He runs his fingers through his pink hair, “Dunno. What happened to the dude?”
The extremely conspicuous figure of a man in a filthy yellow hazmat suit can be seen nearby. He is carrying a hunting rifle
The punk notices the hazmat man and pushes himself backwards on the swing. He begins to sway low and slow, up and down, on the swing. The chains suspending him from the ground screech with each swing. Then he leaps of the swing, his ragged boots bite the hard earth on the landing. He sticks his hands in his pockets and approaches you. “Poison! Should I stop breathing? You afraid I’ve gone nuclear?”
'Poison? Hopefully not here. It's just a precaution. I'm a paranormalist, you see. Iago Hexton, from New York.'
A sticker on his near-opaque visor reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago', with a small doodle of a smiling devil face
“Sup Iago, you can call me Charlie. What’s a paranormalist like you doing in a small town like this?”
'I'm doing a spot of research. You heard of the disappearance of Ozzy Snare?'
“Ozzy Snare?” He runs his fingers through his pink hair, “Dunno. What happened to the dude?”
'Officially, nobody knows. But, for those who are in the know, it was a cryptid now known as the Slink. Lured him away underground, to feast on his flesh. Poor kiddo. Didn't happen too far from here, only over by the Red Wednesday bridge'
*Cut for Dutch* He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
*Cut for Dutch* He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
“Well, if it was so conclusive, then why doesn’t everybody believe in toasts and mules? It ain’t hard to fake something on a screen. Don’t trust the things. You can’t always believe what you see, now can you?” He says with a smile.
*Cut for Dutch* He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
“Well, if it was so conclusive, then why doesn’t everybody believe in toasts and mules? It ain’t hard to fake something on a screen. You can’t always believe what you see, now can you?” He says with a smile.
'Because the authorities want to suppress it, don't they? They want to control our understanding of reality. Wake up. Read between the lines, and you'll soon see the truth. Anyways, you been to this town long? Anywhere I can get a good coffee?'
*Cut for Dutch* He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
“Well, if it was so conclusive, then why doesn’t everybody believe in toasts and mules? It ain’t hard to fake something on a screen. You can’t always believe what you see, now can you?” He says with a smile.
'Because the authorities want to suppress it, don't they? They want to control our understanding of reality. Wake up. Read between the lines, and you'll soon see the truth. Anyways, you been to this town long? Anywhere I can get a good coffee?'
“Now that’s something I can believe. I betcha big brother just loves using the digital world to manipulate the real one.” He grins, “Nah, I ain’t been here long. Pretty fun place though, with all these hauntings. You know, if a place were to be haunted, this park would be a good spot. I heard tell that there was a shoot out here. You can still see the bullet holes in the slide.” He chuckles.
*Cut for Dutch* He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
“Well, if it was so conclusive, then why doesn’t everybody believe in toasts and mules? It ain’t hard to fake something on a screen. You can’t always believe what you see, now can you?” He says with a smile.
'Because the authorities want to suppress it, don't they? They want to control our understanding of reality. Wake up. Read between the lines, and you'll soon see the truth. Anyways, you been to this town long? Anywhere I can get a good coffee?'
“Now that’s something I can believe. I betcha big brother just loves using the digital world to manipulate the real one.” He grins, “Nah, I ain’t been here long. Pretty fun place though, with all these hauntings. You know, if a place were to be haunted, this park would be a good spot. I heard tell that there was a shoot out here. You can still see the bullet holes in the slide.” He chuckles.
'Ah, interesting. Glad to meet a fellow enjoyer of all things supernatural. Perhaps you'd like to join me on a monster hunt?'
*Cut for Dutch* He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
“Well, if it was so conclusive, then why doesn’t everybody believe in toasts and mules? It ain’t hard to fake something on a screen. You can’t always believe what you see, now can you?” He says with a smile.
'Because the authorities want to suppress it, don't they? They want to control our understanding of reality. Wake up. Read between the lines, and you'll soon see the truth. Anyways, you been to this town long? Anywhere I can get a good coffee?'
“Now that’s something I can believe. I betcha big brother just loves using the digital world to manipulate the real one.” He grins, “Nah, I ain’t been here long. Pretty fun place though, with all these hauntings. You know, if a place were to be haunted, this park would be a good spot. I heard tell that there was a shoot out here. You can still see the bullet holes in the slide.” He chuckles.
'Ah, interesting. Glad to meet a fellow enjoyer of all things supernatural. Perhaps you'd like to join me on a monster hunt?'
He crosses his arms, “I’m game. Sounds like fun. You got a monster in mind?”
*Cut for Dutch* He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
“Well, if it was so conclusive, then why doesn’t everybody believe in toasts and mules? It ain’t hard to fake something on a screen. You can’t always believe what you see, now can you?” He says with a smile.
'Because the authorities want to suppress it, don't they? They want to control our understanding of reality. Wake up. Read between the lines, and you'll soon see the truth. Anyways, you been to this town long? Anywhere I can get a good coffee?'
“Now that’s something I can believe. I betcha big brother just loves using the digital world to manipulate the real one.” He grins, “Nah, I ain’t been here long. Pretty fun place though, with all these hauntings. You know, if a place were to be haunted, this park would be a good spot. I heard tell that there was a shoot out here. You can still see the bullet holes in the slide.” He chuckles.
'Ah, interesting. Glad to meet a fellow enjoyer of all things supernatural. Perhaps you'd like to join me on a monster hunt?'
He crosses his arms, “I’m game. Sounds like fun. You got a monster in mind?”
'I'm here for the Slink. And before you start thinking I'm some kind of do-gooder, nah. This is strictly for the kudos. I want to be the guy who gets to mount that monster's head on my living room wall'
*Cut for Dutch* ”Heh, alright, I’ll make sure not to think of you as a good person then. Where’d you say this Slink was to be found? I got a ride.” He pulls a key ring out of his pocket and points with his fingerless gloved hand at the red impala nearby.
*Cut for Dutch* ”Heh, alright, I’ll make sure not to think of you as a good person then. Where’d you say this Slink was to be found? I got a ride.” He pulls a key ring out of his pocket and points with his fingerless gloved hand at the red impala nearby.
'Oh, there's been a couple of places. The spot by the riverbank where Ozzy disappeared, the old abandoned chemical plant, St Luke's church, but only in the night there, and then just random sightings across Balios'
*Cut for Dutch* ”Heh, alright, I’ll make sure not to think of you as a good person then. Where’d you say this Slink was to be found? I got a ride.” He pulls a key ring out of his pocket and points with his fingerless gloved hand at the red impala nearby.
'Oh, there's been a couple of places. The spot by the riverbank where Ozzy disappeared, the old abandoned chemical plant, St Luke's church, but only in the night there, and then just random sightings across Balios'
He turns and walks over to his car. Emblazoned on the back of his black leather jacket are the words, Save Our above an anatomically correct flaming heart. Beneath the heart, the phrase is finished with the words, Sorry Souls. “I’m partial to the chemical plant, but that’s just cuz it sounds cool. Where do you think we should head to find this slinking thing?” He turns when he gets to his car, “Need a ride?”
*Cut for Dutch* ”Heh, alright, I’ll make sure not to think of you as a good person then. Where’d you say this Slink was to be found? I got a ride.” He pulls a key ring out of his pocket and points with his fingerless gloved hand at the red impala nearby.
'Oh, there's been a couple of places. The spot by the riverbank where Ozzy disappeared, the old abandoned chemical plant, St Luke's church, but only in the night there, and then just random sightings across Balios'
He turns and walks over to his car. Emblazoned on the back of his black leather jacket are the words, Save Our above an anatomically correct flaming heart. Beneath the heart, the phrase is finished with the words, Sorry Souls. “I’m partial to the chemical plant, but that’s just cuz it sounds cool. Where do you think we should head to find this slinking thing?” He turns when he gets to his car, “Need a ride?”
'Oh, I'd like a ride, all right. That is one hell of a car.' Iago tries to get into the car, his hazmat suit proving an awkward fit
*I haven’t been able to roleplay much here yet but I hope to do so this week. A lot seems to have happened, is there anything I should be aware of?*
There is a small, rundown playground just outside of town, called Hyde Park. It’s one of the old playgrounds from a time when designers favored fun over safety. There is a jungle gym of thick iron pipes woven together in a cage, a tall and extremely steep, shining aluminum slide that would could be used to cook and omelet on a sunny day, a merry go round that lets out a prehistoric scream when spun, and sitting on the swing set is guy with wild pink hair, torn clothes, and a generally rebellious mien. His car is parked just outside the short, chain link fence and the sun burns high in the sky.
The extremely conspicuous figure of a man in a filthy yellow hazmat suit can be seen nearby. He is carrying a hunting rifle
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The punk notices the hazmat man and pushes himself backwards on the swing. He begins to sway low and slow, up and down, on the swing. The chains suspending him from the ground screech with each swing. Then he leaps of the swing, his ragged boots bite the hard earth on the landing. He sticks his hands in his pockets and approaches you. “Poison! Should I stop breathing? You afraid I’ve gone nuclear?”
'Poison? Hopefully not here. It's just a precaution. I'm a paranormalist, you see. Iago Hexton, from New York.'
A sticker on his near-opaque visor reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago', with a small doodle of a smiling devil face
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“Sup Iago, you can call me Charlie. What’s a paranormalist like you doing in a small town like this?”
'I'm doing a spot of research. You heard of the disappearance of Ozzy Snare?'
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“Ozzy Snare?” He runs his fingers through his pink hair, “Dunno. What happened to the dude?”
'Officially, nobody knows. But, for those who are in the know, it was a cryptid now known as the Slink. Lured him away underground, to feast on his flesh. Poor kiddo. Didn't happen too far from here, only over by the Red Wednesday bridge'
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*Cut for Dutch*
He seems to have a bemused smile. “You sure the kid didn’t just run off? Sounds more probable to me then some Slinky.”
'Ah, but there's CCTV footage proving it. Before he went missing, Ozzy was recorded talking to a creepy figure by the water side. This had been going on for some time, and on the last recording, we see the kid disappearing off into a culvert, never to be seen again. I'd say that's pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?'
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“Well, if it was so conclusive, then why doesn’t everybody believe in toasts and mules? It ain’t hard to fake something on a screen. Don’t trust the things. You can’t always believe what you see, now can you?” He says with a smile.
'Because the authorities want to suppress it, don't they? They want to control our understanding of reality. Wake up. Read between the lines, and you'll soon see the truth. Anyways, you been to this town long? Anywhere I can get a good coffee?'
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“Now that’s something I can believe. I betcha big brother just loves using the digital world to manipulate the real one.” He grins, “Nah, I ain’t been here long. Pretty fun place though, with all these hauntings. You know, if a place were to be haunted, this park would be a good spot. I heard tell that there was a shoot out here. You can still see the bullet holes in the slide.” He chuckles.
'Ah, interesting. Glad to meet a fellow enjoyer of all things supernatural. Perhaps you'd like to join me on a monster hunt?'
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He crosses his arms, “I’m game. Sounds like fun. You got a monster in mind?”
'I'm here for the Slink. And before you start thinking I'm some kind of do-gooder, nah. This is strictly for the kudos. I want to be the guy who gets to mount that monster's head on my living room wall'
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*Cut for Dutch*
”Heh, alright, I’ll make sure not to think of you as a good person then. Where’d you say this Slink was to be found? I got a ride.” He pulls a key ring out of his pocket and points with his fingerless gloved hand at the red impala nearby.
'Oh, there's been a couple of places. The spot by the riverbank where Ozzy disappeared, the old abandoned chemical plant, St Luke's church, but only in the night there, and then just random sightings across Balios'
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He turns and walks over to his car. Emblazoned on the back of his black leather jacket are the words, Save Our above an anatomically correct flaming heart. Beneath the heart, the phrase is finished with the words, Sorry Souls. “I’m partial to the chemical plant, but that’s just cuz it sounds cool. Where do you think we should head to find this slinking thing?” He turns when he gets to his car, “Need a ride?”
'Oh, I'd like a ride, all right. That is one hell of a car.' Iago tries to get into the car, his hazmat suit proving an awkward fit
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