+-- Charlene "Charlie" Tanner (Deep Waters) --+
"Oh! Sounds like fun!" Annie comments, grinning. She nudges you in the ribs, adding in a whisper and rolled-eyes,
"Even if it is bullshit."The old woman shuffles closer, and reaches out to take your hand, a silver bracelet dangling from her wrist. You notice several charms on the bracelet: A silver skull, flanked by two silver stars in a circle with a black gem fixed in the center, among others. The hair on the back of your neck raises, you feel a chill run down your spine.
"Ah..." the Old Woman comments as she takes your hand in hers. She looks not at your hand, or even at you, but at a spot beside you. In fact, you notice, she does not even bother to trace the lines of your palm, and makes no effort to hide this fact.
"...I see that someone...close to you has died recently."The Old Woman pauses, staring intently at the spot to your right (Annie is on your left).
"No...not close. But all the same...the name...there is an 'M'..." You begin to hear some sort of electronic hissing noise, not unlike the sort on the phone earlier.
+-- Robert Herriman (McClay) --+
Ricky frowns, and you notice a glint in his eyes.
"We ain't talking about no drugs, Rob. Mac, you got the ID?"Behind him, Little Mac finally produces the object from within his windbreaker. It isn't a gun, but what appears to be some sort of laminated card. He tosses it past Ricky, and onto the counter in front of you.
The corner of the card is red, and stained with blood. It's a driver's license. You recognize the face right away: It's one of Doc Hartford's assistants.
+-- Michael "Angel" Raguel (Filiusenox) --+
Health: /______
Duncan accompanies you on your rounds for the day, making idle chat and humorous observations while informing you about the residents of each room as you go. Several times, he's quick to liberate you from conversation with one of the other residents and other times he introduces you even before you get a chance to introduce yourself.
By the time Ms. Allen seeks you out, you've learned quite a bit about the Hillcrest Center for the Elderly as well as himself. He grew up, as you guessed, in Boston, the second generation of Irish immigrants. Like everyone in that time period who wasn't involved with the Law, he ran with a few criminal-types for some time, but usually worked the docks by day and got drunk at night (
"They say that sailor's can hold their liquor, huh?" he says,
"You should see the dock workers!"). Eventually he settled down with a fine young lady (
"Fine right up until she started to grow her behind. If y'catch my drift."), and had three children. One of whom eventually put him in here.
He seems to make a point not to ask you about your own past.
Miss Allen finds you as you're leaving one of the rooms, and weighing the cost-benefits of hiring prostitutes as Center Staff with Duncan (which side you take on the issue is up to you, but Duncan would be all for it). She bats her lashes, smiles, and says in her sweetest voice,
"Oh, Michael! I see you've met...Mister Fletcher. How...nice. Your shift is about up. Do you have a ride home? I'll be getting off of work in just a few minutes, so I can give you a ride if you'd like."Regardless of how you answer, she then hurries off to get something from the break-room. Duncan chuckles, and accuses you of being a canine of some sort.
+-- Noemi Schor (RogueArchivist) --+
(644019(2), 64248(1))
You walk a little faster, taking quick turns and stepping into crowds of workers, out on their lunch-break, and commuters, moving between jobs, as you make your way through the city, only occasionally casting furtive glances back.
For the most part, you begin to take a lead on them, but they still doggedly pursue you. At least they haven't seemed to realize that you're trying to lose them yet.
+-- Elizabeth "Liz" Karsten (Hailfire) --+
As you make a closer examination of the painting, you feel yourself drawn closer and closer to the canvas. It's only after standing up straight once more to ask your question that you realize that your nose had almost been pressed against it.
Mister Edwards looks between yourself and Terrence several times, before abruptly deciding to answer you both at once.
"Well, all of that information can be found in the paperwork, I assure you." he explains, producing several pieces of paper from a brief case he also brought with him.
"Many of the former owners did not own the painting for long, the longest was a year. Those who survived never really came to possess it- simply passing it along to someone else after their relative bequeathed it to them in their will. Some of them died of, apparently, starvation. Some committed suicide, others simply went raving mad before dying of some other cause shortly after."He shrugs, and affects a grim smile.
"As I said, whatever sort of haunting this is, it certainly is no-" He is interrupted as the bell above the door chimes once more, and in steps a Police Officer.
+-- Terrence Kennard (SingularByte) --+
Mister Edwards looks between yourself and Liz several times, before abruptly deciding to answer you both at once.
"Well, all of that information can be found in the paperwork, I assure you." he explains, producing several pieces of paper from a brief case he also brought with him.
"Many of the former owners did not own the painting for long, the longest was a year. Those who survived never really came to possess it- simply passing it along to someone else after their relative bequeathed it to them in their will. Some of them died of, apparently, starvation. Some committed suicide, others simply went raving mad before dying of some other cause shortly after."He shrugs, and affects a grim smile.
"As I said, whatever sort of haunting this is, it certainly is no-" He is interrupted as the bell above the door chimes once more, and in steps a Police Officer whom you immediately recognize.
Officer Joseph McKinnon, though those more familiar to him, such as yourself, simply call him Joe. He was the first responder to the armed robbery that took place when you first set-up shop, and since then has occasionally dropped by to pick up a book, some candles or incense, or a piece of new-age jewelry or crystal for his youngest Daughter who is "into this sort of stuff," but whom you have never met. He's a good guy, sociable if a tad cynical, and a family-man through-and-through. You half-suspect the reason the gang hasn't made a reappearance is because of his frequent patronage, but perhaps they just know now that you don't have anything they might want.
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