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[The Fool]

The sound of the alarm next to you jarred you from your slumber. Groggily you shook your head at the notion of getting up, but your alarm insisted, screaming it's blaring tones as you tossed, almost too tired to care. Almost. You slam your hand down on the alarm, shutting it up for today. You sit up from your fluffy otherwise empty queen-sized bed.

Looking up you notice your calender. Empty. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Absolutely nothing is happening this week. Your decision to be a private investigator is starting to be a bleak choice. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you push forward, stumbling out of the room in a bit of a daze. With a few short steps down the hall your in the kitchen, and you find yourself slamming your fist down onto the coffee maker, hitting the on button with the fury of a thousand sleeping monkeys, which is to say not all that hard. You grumble as you lean out the front door into the still dark morning and into the mailbox, pulling free the newspaper that the newsboy kindly wedged in there. You quickly swagger back to the dark kitchen, flick a light and start leafing through the pages like it was your job. The fact was that you didn't have a case... In fact you're starting to wonder who you are... What makes you special...

Geez. Getting all existential here.

Spoiler: Who are you? (click to show/hide)

Name:
Sex:
Job: Private Investigator
Traits:
Quirks: Mild tobacco addiction, and...

The newspaper oddly has the same headline as yesterday... Damn it, the paperboy pulled a fast one on you and put yesterdays paper in your box. What a dick. Does he have nothing better to do!? What was that headline anyways... 'Hospital Closed for Safety Reasons'. That's right, something about a gas leak... and a two block barricade. It doesn't sound right, but no one can get close.

Well, you read this yesterday... Nothing scheduled... What now?

Spoiler: Note on what this is (click to show/hide)

This is a text based suggestion game. Most if not all aspects of the character may change as this keeps going.

[~Neri]

Name: Cory
Sex: Male Trap.
Job: Private Investigator
Traits: Feminine mannerisms, adapt improvised weaponry user, adapt parkour practitioner, eccentric, slight masochist, extremely weak telepathy.
Quirks: Is a Trap, Chocolate Addiction, Looks and sounds like a girl until you get into his pants, finds being a Trap extremely amusing, Hug Addiction.

[3man75]

Name: Alex
Sex: Female
Job: Private Investigator
Traits: Feminine mannerisms, adapt improvised weaponry user, adapt parkour practitioner, eccentric, slight masochist, extremely weak telepathy, and body body builder.
Quirks: Hug Addiction, Moody, crabs, and wildly aggressive to chauvinist.

Liked some stuff but being a trap wasn't one.

[Playergamer]

Name: Alex
Sex: Female
Job: Private Investigator
Traits: Feminine mannerisms, adapt improvised weaponry user, adapt parkour practitioner, eccentric, slight masochist, extremely weak telepathy, and body body builder.
Quirks: Hug Addiction, Moody, crabs, and wildly aggressive to chauvinist.

Liked some stuff but being a trap wasn't one.

+1

The traps are starting to get kinda old.

[The Fool]

Spoiler: The winner is... (click to show/hide)

Name: Alex
Sex: Female
Job: Private Investigator
Traits: Feminine mannerisms, adapt improvised weaponry user, adapt parkour practitioner, eccentric, slight masochist, extremely weak telepathy, and body body builder.
Quirks: Hug Addiction, Moody, crabs, and wildly aggressive to chauvinist.

Alex gripped her stomach as she stared blankly at the newpaper. The coffee machine gave a particularly loud beep, cuing her to push back her chair with a creak, pour the bitter black liquid into a thermos mug before tossing a container of last night's crab stirfry into the microwave. Crab. One of her favorite foods, nearly borderline obsession. She sipped the coffee while the sweet, sweet scents of the crab filled the air. Practically as soon as it was ready she popped open the container and dug into it.

With no jobs on the go it was better to get a feel for the city and what was happening. To feel the pulse and try and get ahead. The police pay nicely if they think you could be an asset in an investigation.

She dressed quickly in her usual black shirt, jeans and a tan leather biker jacket, carting around her thermos as she grabbed her things and tossed them into her tan leather-flapped purse, pencil and paper, a small knife, a lockpick hidden in her wallet, a very small box of surgical gloves, plastic bags, and a full sized .44 special with the last 3 bullets in the house. She wanted to have more bullets, but she's been almost broke all week and bullets aren't exactly a priority when you're broke.

As she eased the pistol into her bag a thought donned on her, she still owes Sam, her police buddy/informant $20 from the last time they both went to the bar. She uttered a curse to herself under her breath at the poorly timed news. Could have used something instead of chasing day old news. She checked her phone, no texts... It wasn't like Sam to not bug her when she still owes money. Maybe she's just pissed that her brother is locked down in that hospital? Maybe she forgot, that'd be nice. Still... Been a couple days.

Alex hesitated as she considered dropping by the station. Could save herself $20 if she really did forget. She sipped her coffee as she weighed the pros and cons. Could find out something a little more recent and pony up $20, or chase a strange news story. Chances are that the barricades would still be there if she felt lucky about getting in.

What now?

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Purse
 - Pencil and Paper
 - Tiny Folding Knife
 - Lockpick (thin)
 - Surgical Gloves
 - Plastic Bags
 - Cigarettes and Lighter (x2)
 - Phone
 - .44 Special (3/6)
Hands
 - Thermos mug

[~Neri]

Chase down a strange news story.

[Lyeos]

Draw a nice picture of a woman standing on a ship, looking to the shore as the city she is leaving behind burns.

I can see this either being completely pointless or a vision of the future.

[3man75]

If she asks just be honest but say that were keen on paying her back when she completes a case.

[Lyeos]

If she asks just be honest but say that were keen on paying her back when she completes a case.

Who asks? I think we're alone and not on the phone.

[The Fool]

Alex downed the last of her coffee as she sketched a drawing with her notebook, still contemplating whether or not to pony up the $20 she owed. A lady on a ship with a burning city behind her. She got chills for a moment as she stared at what she drew, not that it was good or anything, but it made her uncomfortable for a moment. The city was connected to the ocean. She shook her head at the notion as she put the thermos in the sink and headed out the door, zipping up her leather jacket. Not wanting to forget the notebook she stuffed it back into her bag next to the .44.

She made up her mind as she walked into her somewhat rusted yet classy car, she was too broke to pay her back this week. She hopped over the door of the convertible, gracefully plopping down into the black leather seats of her old red Challenger and turned the key. The car roughly growled to life lurching forward towards the hospital.

Alex was about three blocks out from the hospital when she saw the barricades. She unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped her door again, taking a few steps towards the temporary metal fences, grinding the unswept dust and gravel of spring under her feet. She pulled out her phone, and sent Sam a text, 'Sorry, can't pay you back this week. Business is bad. Let's talk sometime.' As she got closer she saw that the top of the fence was lined with spiraling coils of barbed wire. Beyond the barricade she saw the hospital. It didn't look damaged or like anything was horribly out of place, but the sight of it was unnerving somehow. She leaned in, looking through the openings in the wire fence as someone on the other side called out to her in a slightly muffled voice. "Ma'am, there's been a gas leak at the hospital, I need you to clear out of this area." She turned her head to see the man approaching. He wore a full set of SWAT tactical armor and a gas mask, and in his hands was an assault rifle with a red dot on the top rail. He seemed out of place to guard a gas leak, but he didn't seem like a good idea to press too hard about that.

A quick glance to the sides of the barricade showed that it stopped at the side of the neighborring buildings, an apartment complex that screamed built in the 80's, and a small local butcher shop that appeared to have it's windows facing the hospital boarded up. Perhaps someone around here knows about what's happening?

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Purse
 - Pencil and Paper
 - Tiny Folding Knife
 - Lockpick (thin)
 - Surgical Gloves
 - Plastic Bags
 - Cigarettes and Lighter (x2)
 - Phone
 - .44 Special (3/6)

[Lyeos]

Offer him a cigarette.

If he refuses, go to the butcher's shop.

((If he just removes that mask, we can shoot him in the face and take his stuff! Mwuahahahah!))

[3man75]

Offer him a cigarette.

If he refuses, go to the butcher's shop.

((If he just removes that mask, we can shoot him in the face and take his stuff! Mwuahahahah!))

+1 but no shooting.

Let's hope a cigarette loosens his mouth on some details.

[~Neri]

Offer him the cigarette, try to coax out some details. Otherwise leave and go to the butchers shop. Apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused.

[3man75]

Offer him the cigarette, try to coax out some details. Otherwise leave and go to the butchers shop. Apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused.

What I was trying to say.

+1

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

Offer him the cigarette, try to coax out some details. Otherwise leave and go to the butchers shop. Apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused.

+1