NationStates Jolt Archive

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He had made it down the steps of the subway station, nearly slipping and falling on some child's discarded beverage, after having sprinted eighteen blocks. He jogged over to the turnstiles, and inserted his pass.

TICKET REFUSED. The machine spit the shreds back out.

And they've now located me on the subways. They now know exactly where I am. There is a real problem with the Information Age.

Attempting to remain clam and blend in, he meandered over the the exit, and walked into a shop carrying sundries of no importance. Soon after that, about twelve officers jogged past, waistlines jiggling, in the general direction of the subway station. The storekeep seemed unphased. Things like this happened all the time. He walked out of the store, and fled in the other direction. After about four blocks, he evaluated his options.

Taxi? No. Boat? Never. There has to be an easier way out of Dripstone than this.

OOC: Be an officer, or someone he meets along the way. (You know, someone comes up to him...)

OOC: Could you give us an OOC backstory?

OOC: He's trying to escape from the city, from the local law enforcement authorities. I'd rather not give away too much about the crime OOC, but I can tell you about Dripstone, if you like.

OOC: He's trying to escape from the city, from the local law enforcement authorities. I'd rather not give away too much about the crime OOC, but I can tell you about Dripstone, if you like.

Please do so...I need a reason for my character to be there after all

OOC: Perhaps you misunderstood. I thought you would be playing some Imnsvalian Citizen, or a regular Steel Butterfly citizen, not anybody particularly important. but they can be.

Dripstone
Population: Approx. 7.6 million Citizens, Various Races, Vast Majority Human.

Costal, one of Imnsvale's main port towns, rather seedy in many parts, but has a very clean business district. Other than that, watch your purse and wallet.

Many taverns and local dives, a haven for many criminals.

Any specifics needed?

OOC: By character I simply meant some SB citizen that I could make up

So by your description...I assume a section of this town is rather scummy...?

OOC: Yeah, all but the very center part, and he is on the edge of that section.

OOC: Yeah, all but the very center part, and he is on the edge of that section.

Last OOC post: So can my character be a man who fled from Steel Butterfly because he is a criminal and is taking haven in this city?

OOC: Sure. Two criminals is better than one. :)

Leandro sipped at his whiskey while standing in the doorway before tossing the shot glass back into the bar. Ignoring the bartender's complains, Leandro strolled out and headed for the subway. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was his long day, but either way he was getting tired. He hoped distractions would not keep him from reaching his home quickly.

Leandro Heroth
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(Don't worry...I'll be using a smaller picture in later posts.)

He still stood there in the middle of the sidewalk. He never noticed the "Walk" sign go on and back off, and people began to wonder just what he was waiting for.

Rental car...no... Well, damn, I should at least get moving.

He walks through the crosswalk, and is close to getting hit by a car. The driver yells various obscenities, but he keeps walking, as if rather absent minded.

Leandro hears car horns, turning in time to see a man almost get hit.

"Stupid bastard," he mutters, reminding himself to keep walking.

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Leandro Heroth

"Over there!"

All of the police officers look, and immediately give chase.

He hears them, or rather, the pounding of their feet, and he bolts off, into the nearest entrance, in this case, a hotel.

"May I help you, sir?"

"Could I use your restrooms?"

"Of course, right this way."

She pointed, and he ran off, into the bathroom.

Wow, he must've really had to go., she mused.

He got into one of the stalls, feet on the toilet rim, head down, door open.

OOC: Their paths will keep crossing until they meet...which doesn't have to be soon if you don't want it to be...

IC:

Realizing the urges in his lower bowels, Leandro hurried into a hotel asking about restrooms.

"Uh...some guy just ran in there"

"Then he better make it fast," Leandro replied, slowly walking in. When he entered, he didn't see any guy, but heard the faint sound of breathing.

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Leandro Heroth

He huddled on the toilet seat, hearing Leandro walk in.

Oh, damn.

He continued to huddle, attempting to mask the sound of his breathing.

Well, if this was a police officer, there'd be more. I might be safe.

Suddenly, he slips off the seat and one foot lands in the bowl, splashing water everywhere. he twists around, and his head makes a good, solid contact with the stall walls after a good twist to the ankle. He lies limp on the floor, not quite unconscious, but certainly beat up.

Heathcliffe poked his head around the corner. If that weren't a man out of his element, I don't know what was. He took a few tentative steps toward the men's room and waited patiently by the door, attempting to listen for signs of activity.

He looked pretty young an' healthy. I bet They pay me a bloody fortune for 'im. That other fellow better not get in my way.

lol...immsvale... :roll:

lol...immsvale... :roll:

OOC: Hey, I like RPs that aren't overly serious. Serious at times can be for the best, but all work and no play...

He lifted his head off the floor, and attempted to stand.

Uuuuh...

Dizziness overcame him and he plopped back down onto the seat of the toilet. He regained his composure quickly enough, and he walked out in to the restroom, over to the sinks, and splashed water in his face.

That's a little better...

Heathcliffe opens the door and finds his prey standing at the sink splashing his face with water. A broad grin breaks out over his face. Pfantis is gonna like this one.

He reaches out with a broad, meaty hand. "You look like yer havin' some trouble, mate. Lemme help you."

"Gah!"

He leaps back, as if attacked.

"You, you don't want to help me! Nobody wants to help me! I didn't do anything wrong! And they keep chasing me!"

He backs up, and hides behind the trash can. He reaches in, and covers himself in discarded paper towels.

Heathcliffe frowns, looking around to see if anyone is coming. Seeing that the coast is clear, he shrugs and goes back to his original objective. "Hey there, don't be like that. I know you'se in trouble, an' I can help. I know just the place for you ta hide out. Jes' come with me an' everything'll be all right. I promise."

Dammit, you little squirt. Don't make me mash ya first. They don't like it when I deliver 'em bruised.

"That's exactly what they said before! Then they all came out with their needles, and flesh removing objects! Piercing my skin like I was no more than a pincushion! Stabbing me all over, more than once, sometimes with the same needles! Then they put these tubes in my stomach, and pumped my internal organs out! They put them in labeled jars, and put them on shelves!"

He began to convulse, and this caused his to beat his head repeatedly on the wall. He slumped over, and began to drool on the white tile floor.

Hmph. Loony. It figures. Still, I ought to get a pretty penny fer 'em. Heathcliffe cautiously steps forward and nudges the man with the toe of his boot. When he doesn't get any reaction, he bends down to hoist the fellow up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He grunts slightly with the effort, but manages the load with respectable ease.

He's got some meat on 'im. He'll still be good fer manual labour, or whatnot. I'll still get paid.

He opens the door and peeks outside to make sure no one is watching before stepping outside.

He lies limp, and is carried out. The random jostling of the trip must've awoken him, however, and this time, he spoke in a heavy accent.

"Pardon me, sah, but where are you tahking me? I will not stahnd for this! Sah! I demand you put me down!"

Heathcliffe frowns. "Jes you relax, sir. You had a bit of a bump, an I'm gonna take you to the doctor. It's best if you don't exert yourself, so I'm happy to carry you."

Keep quiet, ya loon. Don't make me put you down for real.

"Well, tats' mighty nice of you. How can I repay you?"

As he walks past the hotel front desk, he shouts.

"I'm okay! This kind gentleman has decided to help me up from a nahsty fall! Give him flowers!"

Heathcliffe grits his teeth and looks around to see if anyone noticed. Observing a few curious looks, he raises his hand to his head and circles his finger around his ear in that universal gesture of "he's nuts." He hurries off at a slightly less sedate pace.

"Sir, if you don't calm down and relax, I'm gonna have ta sedate you."

Just as soon as I find a big enough rock, anyway.

"Calm down? Relax? Why? It's a beautiful day! You tell me I have hurt myself, and then do the nihcest thing ever by helping me? How could I feel anything but happy? Happy at the kindness of strangers! You are a beautiful man, sah."

And he just kept on grinning.

As he watched the two men walk across the marble floor of the lobby, the hotel clerk smiled. "You just dont see people helping each other like that anymore" thought the clerk through his smile. Looking down at the public news terminal located on his desk, his smile vanished as the evening news was replaced by a slow moving stream of information and the face of man. A police APB. But it wasn't the APB that disturbed the clerk, it was the face that got him. A face that he felt he'd just seen. His eyes lifted back up and focused on the two men now walking out of the hotel through the revolving glass door. Reaching down next to him, his hands picked up the receiver of a black telephone, dialing a three digit number.

"Hello is this the police? This the front desk at the Santos Hotel...I'd like to report a sighting regarding your APB...."

"Yeah, yeah. Jes pipe down, okay? Some folks might not understand this selfless act of altruism I'm undertakin' here, ya know?"

Oh boy, I better get paid well for this.

As he watched the two men walk across the marble floor of the lobby, the hotel clerk smiled. "You just dont see people helping each other like that anymore" thought the clerk through his smile. Looking down at the public news terminal located on his desk, his smile vanished as the evening news was replaced by a slow moving stream of information and the face of man. A police APB. But it wasn't the APB that disturbed the clerk, it was the face that got him. A face that he felt he'd just seen. His eyes lifted back up and focused on the two men now walking out of the hotel through the revolving glass door. Reaching down next to him, his hands picked up the receiver of a black telephone, dialing a three digit number.

"Hello is this the police? This the front desk at the Santos Hotel...I'd like to report a sighting regarding your APB...."

"Yes, you'd like to report a sighting? I assume you have details..."

"Yeah, yeah. Jes pipe down, okay? Some folks might not understand this selfless act of altruism I'm undertakin' here, ya know?"

Oh boy, I better get paid well for this.

"What's to understahand? You are helping me more than anyone ever has! I love you!"

"I've got two men...just leaving the hotel now," spoke the desk clerk as he stared after the two men. "They've just exited the public bathrooms....one of them said that he'd fallen down and the other was..."

The officer at the other end cut him off quickly. "Can you get me a description? A physical description?"

Hesitating for a second, the desk clerk began trying to remember the face of the man he'd seen. "Umm...he was about medium height....came in really really out of breath, looked like he'd been running. He came from the direction of the train station..."

*click* The police officer on the other end disconnected.

"All right we've got our suspect in sight. Get three units over to the hotel's vicinity and set up a checkpoint. I don't want to lose this chance!"