x   x x  x x   xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | x NOTE: Hey there! I recently had someone drop out of the roleplay and am looking for 1-2 people to jump in. The story is still incredibly early in development, and you wouldn't be required to read every IC post. Just skim, and I can fill you in on the rest of it. Of course, if you'd like to read all of it, be my guest, but it won't be required. T H E S T A R T . . . Today is a normal day as any other: you wake up, eat breakfast, then go about your business as you usually do. Maybe you go to work, hoping for the 9 hours to pass quickly so you can relax. Maybe you're spending a day with family. Maybe you decide to head off campus and go exploring the city. Whatever your plans, there's nothing out of the ordinary worth your comment, and so you carry on as you normally do. It isn't until the evening that you notice something is different about today. Making your way to the front door, your eyes fall on the sleek black briefcase leaning against the adjacent wall. It's accompanied by an envelope with your name written in lilting cursive, and you immediately notice there is no return address. Even more strange is that you're the only one on your street/hallway to have received such a package. After a moment of indecision, the nagging curiosity in the back of your mind leads you to grab the case and haul it inside your home. Placing it on the kitchen counter, you first focus your attention on the letter addressed to you: Unable to help yourself, you anxiously open the briefcase and read the flight information hiding inside, letting you know that you have one week to prepare your belongings. You hurriedly skip past the key and the ticket until your eyes fall on what was really tugging at your interest: a thick manila envelope with a sticker lazily placed across the flap to hold it shut. Are there really 5,000 dollars inside? You pick it up and peek inside, and sure enough there are stacks of hundreds enclosed in rubber bands. And then your eyes wander to a folded piece of paper that you now realize you had missed. Spreading out the page in front of you, you're more than a little freaked out at the printed image on it. It's you, but caught in the act of your deepest secret. Maybe it's the the date you had with your coworker that your spouse doesn't know about. Perhaps it caught you at the shady park a few blocks down, where you had discreetly met with a dealer to fuel your addiction. Whatever it was, you're suddenly aware that someone has been watching you. Replacing the contents back in the briefcase, your heart thuds in the quiet of your home, but the question hovers in the silence around you: do you accept? x —⊱__𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞__𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗_____________________ 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 _____________________𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗__𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕. 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞__[ ᴅ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ɪ ɴ ɢ ]__𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎__[ ᴅ ᴇ ᴠ ɪ ʟ ] |
