Mao Mao

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Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

T H E P U N I S H E R
T H E P U N I S H E R

^{"All I wanted was to leave that life behind, but I am too valuable to be left alone."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ James McCall Pierce _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | Vigilante | Former ARGUS operative _________________________________________________________ Los Angeles | California | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ At the ripe age of eighteen, James Pierce was forced to join the United States Army or be forced to live in the streets of New York City. Boot camp was a breeze for him and that caught the attention of his superiors. It was only a year of being a private before he found himself enrolled as a test subject in a classified medical experiment. There were rumors, of course, that the government was attempting to perfect the long-lost super soldier serum. Regardless, Pierce survived the experiment and became a significant intel operator before being transferred over to ARGUS at the request of its director. But then, he fell in love and wanted an out. It was earned after months of sweat and blood conducting his final assignment with ARGUS. Amanda Waller upheld the promise and granted her operative a brand new life in Southern California. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? For a driving character, there should be enough of an outline present to interest other players along with specifications towards how many players you're looking to involve or available roles. For supporting characters, this should indicate either a plot you've arranged to be part of or the type of plot you're looking to be involved in. Roaming characters have the privilege of doing either or simply stating a roadmap for the character to exemplify how you'd ideally like them to move between plots.

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Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

CAPTAIN AMERICA — THE MAN OUT OF TIME

C A P T A I N A M E R I C A
C A P T A I N A M E R I C A

^{"All of you are here to ensure that liberty has a chance and I am damn proud to be standing by your side."
— Steven Rogers, March 1945}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Steven Grant Rogers (July 4, 1922 – April 18, 1945) _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | US Army | The Howling Commandos _________________________________________________________ New York City | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Deceased Johann Shmidt Chester Phillips Margaret Carter Aleksey Lebedev Timothy Dugan Gabriel Jones Jim Morita Robert Ralston Present Maria Hill Sharon Carter Samuel Wilson John Walker Brock Rumlow William Burnside Helmut Zemo Arnim Zola - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ "We have made instruments of God, gentlemen." Abraham Erskine allegedly spoke those words after the successful injection of the Super Soldier Serum and usage of the Vita-Ray Chamber upon a scrawny Steven Rogers. Unfortunately, his murder occurred shortly after the transformation, taking the serum's formula with him. Initially, the US Army cautioned against putting Rogers on the front lines at the risk of losing the formula entirely. However, while attempting to retrieve the serum from blood samples, he was assigned the role of "Captain America" to promote war bonds across allied territories. At one bond rally in England, Rogers uncovered and exposed a secret Hydra lair at the heart of London. His heroics and exploits garnered the support of civilians and some of the Allied powers calling for his immediate deployment. Under pressure, Steven Rogers was assigned to the United States Fifth Army to help with efforts in the Italian campaign. But he went AWOL upon learning that his friend, James "Bucky" Barnes, was captured along with his unit. They were subjected to forced labor and torture at a Hydra facility sponsored by Nazi Germany before their rescue. Captain America became a war hero and was designated an elite combat unit known as The Howling Commandos. It comprised several soldiers for the liberated unit, including Bucky Barnes, who was seen as the right-hand man. The unit conducted raids upon Hydra facilities and constantly joined forces with resistance movements across Western and Eastern Europe. By the summer of 1944, The Howling Commandos recruited several more combatants, including Agent 13 (formally known as Margaret Carter, a French resistance fighter) and the first Red Guardian, Aleksey Lebedev. Then, in spring 1945, the Strategic Scientific Reserve learned that Hydra relocated its headquarters to Nazi-occupied Norway. The Howling Commandos traveled there with the intent of capturing the remaining leadership, including Johann Shmidt (or known as The Red Skull). But then, Bucky was killed in action while pursuing Shmidt. Enraged and in mourning, Rogers followed Shmidt to a bomber plane before shortly crashing into the Norwegian Sea. Reports of Captain America's heroic sacrifice were held until the war's end to prevent a loss of morale among the Allied troops. Despite a month-long search of the Norwegian Sea, Steven Rogers' body was never found. And that remained so until now... P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I have always liked stories that heavily emphasize how Steven Rogers is handling the modern world, like the wonder of using a computer for the first time. Or how vehicles have changed so much in a century. Or coping with the fact that everyone he has known is most likely dead. So I want to be able to tell that story with a few surprises here and there. Specifically, I want to explore his relationship with SHIELD and its director. Have him travel around the world to learn more about this new world and his friends' fates. And even make new ones along the way. I don't want to necessarily have him wake up and pick up that iconic shield to kick ass in the name of freedom. Not right away. Rogers needs to get his bearings together—needs to come to terms with what has happened to him and the world—before even thinking about Captain America.

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CAPTAIN AMERICA

_{SPRING 1945}

THE AMERICAN AND THE RUSSIAN

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_{COLOGNE, GREATER GERMAN REICH}

Cologne, or whatever remained of the city, used to house nearly a million people before the war. However, it had essentially become a ghost town after the bombing raids either killed or forced its residents to flee elsewhere. German forces were pinned down near the Hohenzollern Bridge, ready for their possible last stand against the 104th Infantry and the 3rd Armored Division of the United States. Yet, even know they were in disarray and faced supply shortages, their spirits remained strong-willed—out of denial or fear was the foremost question on Steven Rogers' mind. After all, he understood what it was like to be driven by pure determination.

Steven Rogers, known as Captain America to many friends and foes alike, overlooked the ruined city to better understand the impending battle. He instantly noticed the tall spires of the Cologne Cathedral still standing while its surroundings were a war zone. It was quite an unforgettable sight to witness while smelling the smoking ruins from afar. Steven would've kept staring if it wasn't for his unit nearly finished with the preparations to cross the Rhine river by Hohenzollern Bridge. It still was one of the remaining bridges standing, but that could've easily changed with the upcoming assault. So, the Howling Commandos detached themselves from the VII Corps of the US Army and set up a temporary camp on the outskirts of town.

Aleksey Lebedev approached Steven with a mug of instant coffee freshly made by Margaret Carter. He was in his Red Guardian uniform, and the shield was strapped to his back, ready for use. It was admittedly still awkward to see that near-identical resemblance between both heroes. But after getting to know each other, both men came to appreciate the similarities and (some of) their differences. They were just representing their countries at the end of the day. Aleksey placed Steven's mug down beside him and then headed for the tree stump to sit on. The unnerving silence made it pretty oblivious that he didn't know how to initiate a conversation. But then, the words came out with a thick Russian accent. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, somewhat." Steven answered while still examining the ruined city, avoiding the mug of coffee on his side. "Been spending the last five minutes formatting a sound strategy for crossing that bridge."

"And?"

"A ton of Germans are still setting up defenses around the bridge—from both sides. So getting around them might be tricky but feasible if done correctly." Steven, still in deep thought, turned to look at Aleksey. "The best bet will be going out at night and using the darkness to our advantage."

"A sound plan." Aleksey nodded in agreement but felt somewhat unsatisfied. Now, he was the one looking out at the ruined city. "I only hope we get to shoot Nazis."

Steven was disappointed with the remark and appeared over Aleksey with arms crossed. "You know, this war will eventually end—along with the killing. I hope you're ready for that world."

"There will always be Nazi scum to kill." Aleksey responded without emotion in his voice, but his face was poorly concealing anger and shame. "You know that to be the truth, Captain."

Steven remained silent so as to not give him the satisfaction of being right. Then, fortunately, James Barnes interrupted both men to notify them that the American divisions were ready to advance to Cologne earlier than expected. Steven was clearly irritated at the sudden news, but the original plan wasn't jeopardized. But before he had the chance to follow James, Aleksey unexpectedly reached out to him in a rare moment of vulnerability.

"I don't like to kill, but that's what my orders are. I hope you understand." Aleksey didn't even wait for a reply before excusing himself out of embarrassment. All by his lonely self, Steven stared at the ruined city once more and whispered to himself—away from the prying ears of fellow squadmates and command—giving himself a moment of opportunity to be vulnerable in a long time too.

"Yeah... I do."

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Cyberpunk2077: 5th Corporate War

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BLUEJAY

_{Afterlife, Watson}

A Dreadful Joint

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Afterlife never honestly got the attention of Silvain because it was dreadfully tedious of a bar. And it had the ideal aesthetic—a morgue for the legends of Night City—but lacked the favour seen in other clubs and bars. There was only business and no excitement. Still, the client was waiting for her heavily edited braindance to be delivered. Silvain did not want to end up on the client's 'shit list' and be found lying in a ditch on the outskirts of town. Plus, it took unduly long to revise that BD for him to be a backstabber.

Making his way down the stairs and into the entrance of Afterlife, Silvain approaches the bouncer guarding the double doors. "Here to see a client that goes by 'Eddie.'"

"Another one?" the bouncer was surprised upon hearing the name but moved aside without hassle. "Go on down to the crypt and wait with the others."

Silvain made way inside the bar and instantly groaned at the soulless ambiance. So to fix that, he needed a goddamn drink. The bartender seemed friendly enough to take down orders and share a word or two. Then, she greeted him and asked for the order. A David Martinez with a dash of cinnamon to give it an extra kick. And after that, there wasn't much to do other than head on down to the crypt. It was your average meeting room with none of the exciting elements. Hell, it made him start missing the rest of Afterlife.

There were others in the room, just like the bouncer said earlier. But instead of engaging with them, Silvain went over to an empty spot on the long couch and sat down. He then pulled out his phone and sent a quick text over to Eddie's number before playing on it to avoid talking to the others. He took a sip of his drink on occasion without looking away from his phone. And there also was the sporadic chuckle upon reading something funny from one of his many social media accounts across the net.

arrived with the bd. waiting for you to explain the detes, ma'am.

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LUCAS WATSON — THE BLACK LAMB

█ LUCAS SANTANA WATSON

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Male ► Sexuality - Homosexual ► Nickname - The Black Lamb ► Occupation - Office receptionist ► Qualifications - Problem-solver & eager ► Residence - Boston, Massachusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Scars (some faded) on the right wrist for a ruler used by his parent as a form of punishment. ► Tattoos - Compass tattoo on right chest. ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Androgynous. Maintains his hair short and natural color. Often wears jackets and long sleeves whenever out in public. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Growing up as the youngest of two siblings that attended the same high school and excelled forced the spotlight onto a young Lucas Watson. Teachers were more than eager to teach the youngest child of a prestige family—hell, even some of the students were intrigued. He was under a lot of pressure from his school and home life for two years with no healthy way to cope with the stress. It was a recipe for disaster that came to a head in the tenth grade. That was when Lucas Watson failed all of his AP classes in quick succession. And overnight, he became the black sheep to the teachers and students of Ritman High and a disgrace to his family and residents of Delton. Being the disappointment in the town and his family caused Lucas to isolate from the outside world. He became increasingly unconcerned about high school as he received average grades and often ditched classes to take smoking breaks. Then, towards summer break of the same year, rumors of his sexuality started spreading after some of the students found his dating profile on a popular gay dating app. His religious parents were furious and sent him away to a religious camp for that summer. Of course, that "vacation" did not help at all. On the contrary, it made Lucas more depressed and anxious than ever before. During senior year another rumor quickly spread across the school to make matters worse. "Lucas Watson is a school shooter in the making" was one of the messages shared on social media. Of course, it didn't help that Lucas began wearing long sleeves and jackets to school every day regardless of the weather. And his disregard for his wellbeing (tired eyes, cigarette smell, etc.) caused the school to interfere by having a police officer escort him to the principal's office. However, the school offered him free counseling for the remaining senior year instead of being punished. Lucas accepted their offer and found it to be surprisingly valuable despite his parents being against the idea. Regardless, the counseling made such that Lucas received his diploma along with his fellow classmates. After graduation, many students and teachers assumed that Lucas would remain in Delton with his parents. That all changed when he was last seen standing alone at the bus station with a suitcase in one hand and another holding an envelope—emotionless. He departed for Massachusetts, and nobody heard from him until his sudden arrival in town years later for the class reunion event. PSYCHE Despite being a target of ridicule for fellow students, Lucas always liked being around people and wanted to have an active social life. He considered some to be friends before he isolated himself in the tenth grade. Being a loner in his school and home was already hard enough on a teenage boy dealing with hormones. Counseling was a huge help to someone like Lucas, whose well-being significantly improved during senior year. Being kicked out and leaving Delton temporarily worsened his mental state. But, Boston was what he needed to truly be his better self with a stable work environment and a welcoming climate. One significant problem Lucas still struggled with was his clinginess on relationships—romantically and platonically. He rarely received genuine attention and love from others, resulting in him clutching onto moments whenever he did. Moving out of Delton and seeing a therapist certainly addressed the clinginess but did not outright resolve it. Yet, it also highlighted another issue. Lucas became afraid of opening up, given how much emotional baggage there was to unwrap upon his friends and significant other. He wanted to resolve it for good, and going back to Delton was the only option on the table supported by his therapist. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Shapeshifting is thought to be nothing more than fiction—used as a literary device for books and superhero movies. That was until Lucas inherited such supernatural ability. However, his power isn't precisely shapeshifting and instead a form known as metamorphosis or metamorph for short. It means that the subject can alter one's own physical appearance to match another with ease, much like Camilo Madrigal, Mystique, and Double Trouble to name a few metamorphers. And like them, Lucas can also mimic a person's voice, appearance, and personality to near perfection. But it all comes at a cost. Every usage of said powers is slowly but surely, purging the mind and its memories. The outcome will be a total cleanse of Lucas Watson and his personality replaced by a husk waiting to shift into the next person or worst. And all of this will occur without Lucas' knowledge or if he were to discover the fatal flaw, treatment. The world might witness the possible next evolutionary step for humanity or something else entirely unexplainable. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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I might bring back Lucas then (I'm still debating on him still having metamorph or a different power entirely), if that's alright.

Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

LUCAS SANTANA WATSON — THE BLACK LAMB

█ LUCAS SANTANA WATSON

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Male ► Sexuality - Homosexual ► Nickname - The Black Lamb ► Occupation - Office receptionist ► Qualifications - Problem-solver & eager ► Residence - Boston, Massachusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Scars (some of them are faded) on the right wrist for a ruler used by his parent as a form of punishment until he got kicked out. ► Tattoos - Compass tattoo on right chest. ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Androgynous. Maintains his hair short and natural color. Often wears jackets and long sleeves whenever out in public. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Growing up as the youngest of two siblings that attended the same high school and excelled forced the spotlight onto a young Lucas Watson. Teachers were more than eager to teach the youngest child for a prestige family—hell, even some of the students were intrigued. For two years, he was under a lot of pressure from his school and home life with no healthy way to cope with the stress. It was a recipe for disaster that came to a head in the tenth grade. That was the year that Lucas Watson failed all of his AP classes in quick succession. And overnight, he became the black sheep to the teachers and students of Ritman High and a disgrace to his family and residents of Delton. Being the disappointment to the town and his family caused Lucas to isolate from the outside world. He became increasingly unconcerned of high school as he was receiving average grades and often ditching classes to take smoking breaks. Then, towards summer break of the same year, rumors of his sexuality started spreading after his dating profile was found on a popular gay dating app by some of the students. His religious parents were furious and sent him away to a religious camp for that summer. Of course, that "vacation" did not help at all. It made Lucas more depressed and anxious than ever before. To make matters worst, another rumor quickly spread across school (and town) during senior year. "Lucas Watson is a school shooter in the making" was one of the messages shared on social media. It didn't help that Lucas began wearing long sleeves and jackets to school every day regardless of weather. And his disregard for his wellbeing (tired eyes, cigarette smell, etc.) caused the school to interfere by having a police officer escort him to the principal's office. However, instead of being punished, the school offered him free counseling for the remaining senior year. Lucas accepted their offer and found it to be surprisingly valuable despite his parents being against the idea. Regardless, the counseling made such that Lucas received his diploma along with his fellow classmates. After graduation, many students and teachers assumed that Lucas was going to remain in Delton with his parents. That all changed when he was last seen standing alone at the bus station with a suitcase on one hand and another holding an envelope—emotionless. He departed for Massachusetts and nobody heard from him until his sudden arrival in town years later for the class reunion event. PSYCHE Despite being a target of ridicule for fellow students, Lucas always liked being around people and wanted to have an active social life. There were some that he considered to be friends before he isolated himself in the tenth grade. Being a loner in his school and home was already hard enough on a teenage boy dealing with hormones. Counseling was a huge help to someone like Lucas, whose well-being significantly improved during senior year. Being kicked out and leaving Delton temporarily worsen his mental state. But, Boston was what he needed to truly be his better self with a stable work environment and a welcoming climate. One notable problem Lucas still struggled with was his clinginess on relationships—romantically and platonically. He rarely received genuine attention and love from others, resulting in him clutching onto moments whenever he did. Moving out of Delton and seeing a therapist certainly addressed the clinginess, but not outright resolved it. Yet, it also highlighted another issue. Lucas started became afraid of opening up given how much emotional baggage there was to unwrap upon his friends and significant other. He wanted to resolve it for good and going back to Delton was the only option on the table supported by his therapist. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Shapeshifting is thought to be nothing more than fictionused—used as a literary device for books and superhero movies. That was until Lucas inherited such supernatural ability. However, his power isn't exactly shapeshifting and instead a form known as metamorphosis, or metamorph for short. It means that the subject can alter one's own physical appearance to match another with ease much like Camilo Madrigal, Mystique, and Double Trouble. And like them, Lucas can also mimic a person's voice, appearance, and personality to near perfection. But it all comes at a cost. Every usage of said powers is slowly, but surely, purging the mind and it's memories. The outcome will be a total cleanse of Lucas Watson and his personality replaced by a husk awaiting to shift into the next person or worst. And all of this will occur without Lucas' knowledge or, if he were to discover the fatal flaw, treatment. The world might witness the possible next evolutionary step for humanity or something else entirely unexplainable. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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<Snipped quote by Mao Mao>

You were in the last one homie

@Salsa Verde

oh my god. i just realized that lol (I'm a little embarrassed ngl)
man, its been three years already???

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I will try to put something together because this totally reminds me of Chronicle and I love the film.

Precipice Of War: The Reboot of a Reboot

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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

_{Summer 1955}

A Warm Welcome

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_{Frontier Service Station, Welch (WV)}

"Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein,
Schäfchen ruhn und Vögelein,
Garten und Wiese verstummt,
auch nicht ein Bienchen mehr summt..."

Emerson cherished his mother singing "Sleep, my little prince, fall asleep" even when her voice was not quite captivating. When he asked about it out of the blue, she told him that it was a prominent lullaby used throughout the German Empire during the Great War gifted by her dying grandmother, who encouraged her to flee to America as their home country was beginning to unravel. Even after Emerson got older, his mother still hummed the lullaby while preoccupied with chores around the house. It also bought her solace during the months of uncertainty in the wake of the failed coup in the nation's capital.

And now, the lullaby was etched into oblivion.

"...Luna mit silbernem Schein
gucket zum Fenster herein,
schlafe bei silbernem Schein,
schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein,
schlaf ein, schlaf ein!"

Gradually waking up from his unanticipated slumber, Emerson noticed his hands were bound against a metal pole of a large shelf. His attempts of breaking free only hurt with the rope rubbing against his skin. It wasn't that complicated to believe that the "kind" cashier did this to him. And considering that he came on to her too strong with the question, Emerson didn't hold any grudge against the cashier for protecting her brother—which seemed significant enough to harm someone. Suddenly, he heard the storefront door opening followed by an argument between two people. One of the voices was clearly the cashier's as the other was entirely unfamiliar to Emerson.

And then, in front of Emerson, the door slowly opened to reveal a much younger man still in his work uniform. It was clear the stranger worked for the nearby mining company since coal dust coated his uniform from head to toe. All of that dust made it nearly difficult for Emerson to notice the company patch on the miner's right shoulder confirming his assumption. It admittedly was intimidating to witness such a muscular man approaching but he didn't hide his concerned gaze—something that caught Emerson entirely off-guard. The miner got down on one knee and began untying the restraints while glancing at the head for any signs of injuries. "At least you aren't bleedin'. You alright?"

"Y-yes." Emerson responded as his hands were freed from the metal pole but still remained wary of the warm reception. It was how his family managed for so long.

The miner got up and then offered his hand to the now freed Emerson. "I wanna apologize for my sis and her... firm swing, Mr. Henzel."

"You know me?" Emerson asked directly. "Then, you must be Gilbert Hensley."

Gilbert nodded. "That yellow truck isn't exactly concealed in a town like this, sir. Just like an elephant walking down main street. But even then, I was told you were coming down sometime this week."

Emerson accepted the offer and got up from the cold wooden floor with some assistance. He quickly noticed the cashier from a distance, staring at both men, before walking away to the other side of the service station. She was still uneased by the whole circumstance even if she did a poor job of hiding it. But there wasn't time to explore the tension. Gilbert began making his way to the back exit and reached for the door handle. He opened the door and then turned to the truck driver. "We ought to leave for the area now. Pinkertons will begin their evening patrols soon as the sun's down for the day. And trust me, they're a fucking headache to deal with."

Gilbert and Emerson made their way outside of the building and turned to notice two Pinkertons leaning against their assigned 1949 Ford Fordor, which was parked in front of the moving truck. It had the insignia of the private security and detective agency—a navy blue simplification of an unblinking human eye staring straight with the bottom left slightly cut off to look like a searchlight beam—standing out against the cream white paint job. There was an audible sigh coming from Gilbert as he immediately recognized one of the officers. That officer stopped leaning against the car and approached them with a wide grin on his face.

"'They're a fucking headache to deal with.' Come on, boy, that isn't a way to treat an officer of the law—especially around a stranger."

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