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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

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The Webb Family Coffee House

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California was hot, even more so L.A.

It was wildfire season after all, the type of time people flee from their homes because one guy bummed a smoke in a park where one spark could start a fire. Leaving home for the last time in South Central made Erik feel like that as he looked around, he was still at the bottom of the food chain. After getting out of prison he couldn't really leave the Asian Boyz, a gang he cliqued up with when he did his time in Twins. Leaving his small abode he put on a wife beater and a pair of sweats, Stepping out he squinted as the sun hit him. He felt like the vampires he was hunting, skin burning and stunned by the sunlight after being underground for so long.

A familiar tune played out from a set of burned-out 808s on the block.

Outside in a beat up little van was Zach 'Chomp' Chang and Tommy 'Grease' Mei were stood outside, posted up as the two veteran and tattooed Asians. They were his betters, Erik feigned a smile as he went and shook it up with the pair.

[Foochow - Chomp] "Hey Cruiser, welcome back to the fold cousin. Wuz hard to find you man.. You P.I. types love duckin yo set?"

[Foochow - Erik] "Yeah, heard Grease has a good ear to the ground. I'm back tho."

Erik said looking to Mei who said nothing back besides staring with his mirror shades. Mei had been sent to find Erik (also known as Cruiser by his gang) after he fell off the map once he was released from twins. In prison, once you join a gang, you don't leave. Gang membership is for life, Erik recalled seeing a mere accountant being forced into PEN1 (Public Enemy #1) and fighting his way to the top as a shot-caller for the Aryan Brotherhood. He's a lifer now, down on a fraud charge all the murders he racked never got him out. He's in isolation, for life.

[Foochow - Chomp] "All is forgiven Cuzzo, we got some biz' to work out. You're coming to New Orleans, gotta make some amends. Make some green, don't fuck around or Grease will deal wit' you."

[Foochow - Erik] "Whatever dawg, I'm straight. Lissen, I got something going down in Louisana as well. Paranormal thing, small town on the way place called Quintin. Let me hit this job with y'all.. When we're done drop me off there gotta make amends as well. Once I'm done, we go back home."

[Foochow - Chomp] "Yeah, you wanna slide after our job huh?"

[Foochow - Grease] "Small town out there, lots of gators. Remembered a guy who used to live there. Eleanor Black did favors for us. Let him go, he will need us in the end. Besides, he is at the end of his leash." Mei finally said, speaking plainly. Erik held back asking about Eleanor, maybe this thing was global. The sighting, the experience but many people in Twins knew Eleanor or claimed they did.

[Foochow - Chomp] "All right cousin, I'll listen to Grease but if you dupe us. Spider will greenlight your ass, no saving this time."

[Foochow - Erik] "Don't worry chomp, have I ever let you down?"

Erik let out a nervous laugh dismissing the threat as Chomp gave him a hard, mean squeeze on the shoulder. He got into the back of the van, seeing five or six people of different ethnicities in the back. Scared, young, starving perhaps here for a better life, in debt, or worse. He didn't think about it as the other two Asian Boyz saddled up in the front. It was going to be a long and hot drive to Louisana. Leaving Los Angeles was always the easy part.

Details were sparse but the multi-day trip to New Orleans was a bummer, everything seemed to point towards Erik with a big fuck you. He couldn't duck the Asian Boyz, Eleanor had fucked up his life and he was complicit in human trafficking. He felt bad for the poor souls in the back of the van, a route to escape or to get revenge on Chomp and Grease was slim. If he had some breathing room in Quintin, maybe he could put something together but the thoughts of Eleanor and that night at the Port kept coming up.

He had to get closure, even if it meant the end of him. His life was already over, even if he didn't see it like that yet. Shaving once again in a shitty motel near New Orleans, the burden of the migrants was gone as they were led away to other hands in New Orleans a black gang or criminal org. He didn't ask for the particulars, Grease whistled at him as he signaled it was their time to head back and on the way drop him off at Quintin.

Stepping off near the mouth of the town, Erik got out with his things as he looked to this strange picturesque town. "Hey, Crusiah. A few days then we come for you." Grease said out the driver-side window with Chomp peering over, Erik could see the Glock he had to give up to Chomp before he left.

[Foochow - Chomp] "Call us when you're done cousin, we'll come. More work to be done, hope these white boys don't shoot you. This is a nice piece!"

Chomp said laughing at him dangling his gun around, Grease joined in before rolling up the windows and driving back up the way they came. In spite of rage, Erik shouted at the retreating car before kicking up the road some.

"Fuckers!" He felt defeated, like a piece of gum under a table. Stuck, fucked and forgotten.

Dragging his feet he eventually made his way to the Webb Coffee house, it wasn't a place he would ever find himself in but desperate times make logical men do strange things. He saw what looked like a support group to the side, he would come to find that these people were the guys online chatting about Eleanor like they knew her. He was at the same place, after getting a glass of water from the front he made his way over and sat down being one of the last people to join the group.

"Sup everybody, the name is Erik. You guys can call me E if that's easier, Eleanor Black was my girlfriend for many years before she ruined my life."

He just let it out, it couldn't get any worse than this. Maybe some people would just assume she broke his heart as in 'ruining' his life or they could catch on that Eleanor Black is a sick and evil woman setting up young men all over L.A. It didn't matter, there was a sense of safety here even if it was false and it comforted Erik especially right now.

"I'm an investigator, always have been even from a young age. Good eye for detail, can handle myself in a fight, and know how to speak to people. If you have any worries about questions, I can put it in a nicer way for these locals."

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

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Now Erik is an interesting character but my only gripe is the Lexicon of the Occult. My idea is that everyone is new or relatively oblivious to Magic and the Paranormal and learn about it through the ic (and the hard way). You can keep the book but maybe he doesn’t believe in it?

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I was going to say the book covers folk lore but nothing relating to recollections supernatural stuff?

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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Erik Setrakian

"Black cats are bad luck, don't you know?"

_______________________________________________ Erik Setrakian He/Him | 27 | Eurasian | 6'0 | 175LBs. _______________________________________________ Hurt. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents ___________________________________ [+] [Investigator] ⫻ Skilled with an eye for detail and leaving no rock unturned, Erik has excelled as an investigator. Having the grit, gusto and courage to look where others would turn a blind out. [Brusier] ⫻ Quick on his feet and heavy with his hands, Erik is a bruiser and one who doesn't pull his punches. [Lexicon of the Occult] ⫻ Erik has a collected knowledge of first-hand accounts, books, and other secrets about the 'occult' real or not he investigates the paranormal. Vampires, Ghosts, Zombies, if it exists Erik has heard of it.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "It's all about style, style kills and if you dress right nobody can oppose you." Erik stands at an easy six foot even, dressed in the latest clothing for any occasion it can make a statement in the room with his attire. It can bleak, stark blood red or full of grit, despair and hopelessness. Often seen sporting a signature leather jacket despite the climate along with jeans and black boots, Erik has his hair parted or gelled in a comb over fade. His face is denoted with tattoos of the time he spent with an Asian State Prison gang. Erik is of an athletic build and carries himself with an air of authority, he looks like a killer but some might get the vibes of a poet or someone in search of their past. Hurt, distraught, and untrusting all good traits of a paranormal investigator.

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"It all started with a girl named Eleanor Black."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Clear his name, Eleanor is the reason he did a five year stretch in state prison. Find Eleanor Black, and she will clear his name surely.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Death is not the end, there are things in this world that are unexplained. We live in the grace of gods, demons and giants. Insects on a mortal plane, everything below us is sleepimg. Do we awaken the sleeper or live above the ancients in bliss?

SECRETS ⫻ Erik is a convicted violent felon with a bad past and a distaste for law enforcement, all these issues are omitted when searching up this Private Detective.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual

FEARS ⫻ Fear of failing, or going back to jail. Never clearing his name.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor was Erik's boyfriend. E&E, because of her Erik ended up in jail for her.

FLAWS ⫻ Erik is a hot head, and a big mouth sometimes he can get himself into trouble without thinking. He is head strong, often acting on feelings rather than fact.

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"I was just trying to get out of East LA, make a name for myself..."

Growing up in East LA, everyone was just trying to get out. Not everyone was fortunate to make it out the streets and those who did often ended up in Twin Towers Correctional Facility or in a shallow. Erik ended up working the streets at a young age, running with various groups and outfits to make a quick buck. Almost failing high school, Erik's life was changed forever when he ran into Eleanor Black. She was smart, somewhat of a nerdy yet she took an interest in Erik. Somewhat of a tough guy, a shot caller of sorts she saw potential in someone who saw nothing in themself. They kicked it off, soon becoming good friends before they began dating in Senior year. It was Eleanor who helped him back off from that lifestyle for better or for worse.

They both started university together, UCLA he went for an undetermined major and Erik couldn't remember what she was taking truth be told. She was there, always together, the pair were always happy. Eventually, all good things come to an end, the light turns to dark or things just turn sour. It was at the end of their second year when Eleanor had Erik take her to a warehouse within the ports. It was a strange date, but she had framed it as important. A discovery of a lifetime, there was an artifact one worth taking and making a pretty penny for. While crime was generally off for the books Erik agreed, as long as no one got hurt. The night was a blur, one thing led to another and Erik was in the port authorities' custody for a break 'n enter amongst some other felonies.

Everyone laughed when he brought up Eleanor Black, no one knew who he was talking about. Nothing showed up on the CCTV besides Erik breaking into the warehouse, a security guard was injured and some cargo was missing. The case against him was serious, a flimsy public defender got him a decent plea deal of 5 years considering the circumstances. Sitting up in TTCF, others knew who were Eleanor Black was but in their own ways. Was she some kind of supernatural con woman? Doing his time, Erik fell back into his ways and cliqued up with one of the prison gangs to stay relevant and safe.

Upon getting out he left California, starting up the business of paranormal investigation Erik was never one to leave without answers. The incident with Black had him curious, and he wasn't going to leave empty-handed. Despite being a gruff, felonious investigator he got some work here and there. Though it always felt like it came back to her, one night while on the web scrubbing for evidence of a vampire cult he came across the post. Quintin, Louisina would this be where he would get his closure? Or was it just another closed door.

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"Woah."

Blind.

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"I'm always looking over my back."

Outstanding traffic warrant in California.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

People always ask me if I know TheGhostNote.... and suddenly I realized all this, the town, the spookiness and the supernatural has something to do with a girl named Eleanor Black.

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