NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Warning, graphic content!

Packwood, Washington

The small town of Packwood lay nestled at the edge of the Mt.Rainier National Park in Washington State. A massive 300 square mile national park with over two million visitors a year ranging from curious tourists to experienced outdoorsmen seeking a thrill. Packwood prospered from the existence of this park, with numerous small hotels and rental shops for visitors. Despite this economy, Packwood remained small in size. The people carried about their business as usual. Cars streamed down the streets and citizens bustled through the sidewalks during a normal working day with Mt.Rainier looming in the distance.

On Main Street, an unfamiliar blue El Camino rolled slowly down the street, windows rolled down, allowing the fall temperature into the inside. The occupant let his left arm rest on the seal with his fingers rapping against the door. The locals would cast glances upon this stranger who seemingly innocently drove the speed limit down the avenue. He turned off the main drag and parked in the parking lot of Sam's Diner, a local favorite diner which boasted Washington's best cheesecake. The Stranger stepped out, wearing suade steel-toed boots with fading jeans and a white shirt with a blue t-shirt overtop. His hair was thick black with handsome features with piercing blue eyes. He moved like a predator, confidently striding into the diner and slidding into a booth which overlooked the parking lot. His fingers continued to rap against the wooden counter. A young woman in her early twenties in a waitress outfit quickly weaved through the booths, notepad in hand and a mouthful of gum. The nametag on her shirt said Jessie. Jessie had short blonde hair with a curvy body which the outfit fit snuggly over herself. Her delicate fingers flipped open to a fresh page.
"Good afternoon, sir" Jessie greeted with a wide, white-teethed smile. "What can I get for you?" she asked, unknowingly sizing him up, agreeing that he was attractive.
"Well, Jessie" The Stranger smirked "I think I'll have some coffee and that famous cheesecake I saw on the billboard".
"Oh!" Her expression was animated "You're gonna love it. I had a slice earlier today, even though I'm on a diet. It's-"
"To die for?" he smiled again, the two began to laugh slightly. Good, she's starting to loosen up. Jessie fluttered her eyes, obviously beginning to blush. Her soft cheeks reddened and became a tantalizing rose color.
"What's your name, sir?" Jessie asked nonchalantly.
"Charlie Logan" Charlie answered without hesitation. It was a complete fabrication, false in every way. His real name was Jack Colley, but in order to survive and thrive, alternate identities wer sometimes needed.
"I'll get that cheesecake for you. Uh-what kind do you want?"
"Grape, I'll have grape" he emphasized. Jessie smiled quaintly and moved along. The cheesecake hardly interested Jack as he watched Jessie walk away, feeling that familiar urge overcome him. It was hard to fight and he was weak, often giving in. But he never regretted it, but instead lived for the thrill. Jessie returned a few minutes later with a cup of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Jack sliced into the cake and took a generous bite, grinding the cheesecake with his teeth visiously. Jessie loomed off the corner of the table, anticipating an answer or something.
"It's delicious!" Jack exclaimed, wide-eyed with delight. Jessie's face lite up as well, pleased with the answer. The traffic in the diner was light o she decided to hang around for a few moments nd exchange conversation with "Charlie Logan". After about fifteen minutes, Jack skillfully manipulated the situation to his advantage, tricking and lying. Jessie seemed to hang by his strings. Inside his mind, he was not listening to her aspiring college life and desire to become a teacher, buet merely examining her throat, face, wrists, and hands. She was an excellent specimen, an unfamiliar land which he eagerly wanted to explore.
"What time do you get off?" Jack asked innocently.
"Around six" she replied, looking at her slim watch. Jack examined his, an hour away.
"I'll meet you out back, do you drive?" Jack asked.
"Nope, my house is walking distance, but my parents are home." Jessie frowned.
"No worries, I'll take care of that." a smile curled his lips.

Two hours later at the Sunshine Motel, Jack combed his hair back in the mirror. The motel room was small and at the bare minimum, he paid in cash and showed them Charlie Logan's driver's license. Everything was in order. The room was dark with the curtains drawn over the window. The hum of the tv filled the backround. He wore a towel arounf his waist as he examined himself in the mirror, seeing through himself. He took great pains in maintaing his body which paid off sevenfold. He exited the bathroom and turned on the lamp next to the bed. Jessie lay on her stomach sprawled out naked atop the blankets, still. She was livily and eager in bed, yet inexperienced. Jck made sure to giver her the ride of her life, albeit a short life. He moved around the bed, a hand gliding across her milky skin. Jessie's eyes were blank and lifeless, a trail of blood from her rosy lips.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow" Jack quoted as he rested himself upon the bed. Jessie was so beautiful and young. The thrill increased when she begged for her life, crying and too scared to scream. It was a dreadful betrayal. Jack began to painstaking task of cleaning and wiping down the place, he was experienced and good at what he did. After a half hour of cleaning, he was dressed and walking out the door, blowing a kiss to sweet Jessie...

Park Ranger Marissa Gothart was at the entrance to the park today watching the eb and flow of the tourists checking to make sure no one brought anything illegal in our out of the park... it gave her a chance to mee some of the people staying for the weedend or week either camping in tents or bringing there RV's for a more comfortable stay

Richard Wilson sat on an ancient wooden chair in his hut, polishing his hunting rifle. It was a relic from better days: A hunting rifle special built for one of his relatives, taking massive .600 NitroExpress rounds.

It was designed to stop an elephant, but was still good enough for taking out deer. And bears. And intruders, for that matter.

He went over to the cupboard in the corner, removed the padlock, and removed 10 of the massive rounds it took. They would be good enough for the hunt he was on.

He managed to make a decent living in the park: he got his food from the forest, and got the money for the upkeep of the place from carving or selling deer antlers and bones.

He finished what he was doing, and checked the mechanism of the gun. Brilliant. It was still working perfectly.

He stepped out of the hut, locked up the door, and put up the no-intruder signs. He hoped he would bag a few deer today.

Phillup Granger was a proffesional outdoors survivalist teaching people how to survive in the wilderness for the classic situations a stranded hicker might face in a forest such as Washington State Park. His class just started to hike back to the hotel when Phillup opened a watercooler he had hidden behind a tree. He took out a beer and sat on a recliner facing Mt. Raineer. He was proud to live in this place, no matter what happens. He turned on a radio he was hiding in a tree stump and started to listen to some music. He looked at his clock and thought he would hike to his house in a couple of hours. Beans were in his mind. He took a deep breath starting to get into a mellow mood in this calming beautifull enviroment.

Special Agent Adam Rourke sat at his desk in the Seattle Federal Building. He was knee deep in paperwork with the possible cases just piling up.
What else is new he thought ruefully.
He was new to the Federal Bereau of Investigation and therefore relegated to desk duty. He was itching for field work. The excitement, risk and detective work were why he joined. It was then that the murder of a waitress in the town of Packwood came up in the stack, right underneath the file of an escaped killer.
"It's probably totally unrelated," he thought aloud, "But it'll give me a little taste of what the real stuff's like."

He opened the files and began reading.

For some odd reason, Jack decided against leaving Packwood...at least, extend his stay for the time being. The area grew on him. He always enjoyed the outdoors and skilled in such crafts. It was one of the few good things his father did for him. The view of Mt.Rainier took him in awe. It's magestic slopes, the outlying ridges covered in pine and other assorted trees. Small streams cut through the landscape. A week passed since his delightful encounter with Jessie and he felt compelled to rent an apartment on the other side of town. The town, was a buzz with the murder, the local police bumbled through the case to his amuzement. Watching their incompetence enticed him to act again but decided against that as well. For the time, he waited and watched for the next target...

Richard sat carving bone into trees, and mountains: souvernirs for tourists. Outisde, 2 deer were hanging upside down, bleeding into a bowl. That would be enough meat for the next few months.

He had heard about the atrocious murder in town, but took no interest except to make his home a litte more secure: he had stuck broken glass from some rubbish onto the top of his wall around his house, and had even ventured into the town to buy some new padlocks.

He had hated it. He prefered the woodlands and mountains. And he had used more money than he wanted. He would have to go and look in the woods for more bones and antlers.

His gun was loaded, safety on, in the corner. He knew it was a bit over the top, but some of these tourists were getting more and more nosey. It would break his heart to have one of them cutting themselves on the wall, and falling into the thick bramble patch.

Agent Rourke, now convinced he had something worth leaving his desk for, took the two files and walked upto the door of his supervisor's office. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Enter"

Adam stepped in and took an offered seat in front of the supervisor's desk. Kevin Skinner was the liason between the Bereau and local law enforcement agencies for the state of Washington. No doubt he would already have at least heard about the escape of the killer and the murder in Packwood. The trick would leading him down the path of logic to think that the murder and escape were connected.

"Sir, I have two files that I believe may be related," Adam said, mustering some confidence into his voice.

"Oh, do you now? Let me see...Jack Collier and the murder of a waitress from Sam's Diner in Packwood eh? I see where you're going, why should I believe they're related?"

"Sir, Collier escaped from the transport right near Mount Ranier National Park, which is also in the vicinity of Packwood. It would be the logical place to run. Further proof would be the town's previously clean murder record. No capital offenses have been committed it Packwood, letalone the handful of misdemeanors they've had in the past twenty years. It's a small town sir, everybody knows everybody. I have one more thing to solidify my point, but I'd need your permission to go down to the town to verify it. I'd like to interview people to see how many males in their twenties matching Collier's description have come through there within the past three weeks," Rourke finished, and wiated for Skinner's response.

"You do realize that that kind of investigation wouldn't be taken too kindly by the local police and I'd need to get the proper paperwork filled out and stamped. I don't see it as a major diversion of resources, but I'll get the papers started and if the killer isn't found in the next four days it'll take to process the papers I'll let you go. If nothing else, it'll be a good first field experience. I just hope you're willing to accept the fact that the murder and escape probably aren't connected," he sat back smiled, "But if nothing else you'll have a few days away from that desk of yours. That'll be all, agent."

Grinning, Adam stepped out of the office and walked back to his desk, eager to finish his work and clear his schedule.

the Lynde Family sat in there red Ford escape waiting in line for the admitions booth there vehicle was loaded down with there gear for the weekend.

"i still don't see why we couldnt stay in a hotel" Star complained she was not happy about this whole trip her sister gave her a disgusted look before returning to her conversation with there mother while her younger brother remained oblivous to the world around him his nose in a video game and would remain appy aslong as his suply of baterys held out

"because if we stayed in a hotel we wouldn't be camping now would we?" her father remarked to her "and since we're going camping thats exactly what we are going to do."

star sat back in her seat and sulked... no one ever asked her what she wanted Tiffany and Brock got everything but not Star... she hated being a middle child