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Guys, it's up! Sorry for the effing delay... >.>

EDIT: Here's the Scenario Information, nothing major really. No new plot points/penalties, just canonization and updates on the mysteries.
But wasn't it Harry not Henry?
Okay guys, please give me a day. My hands are going numb from writing T.T

Shoot Your Gun by 22-20s

Upstate – Police Department
Detective Michael Nash


The coffee machine trickled the last drop of espresso in Nash’s paper cup. Pulling an all-nighter for his age requires a great deal of caffeine. It was probably his eleventh for the day, or the first in a brand new day. He hasn’t check his watch recently, too preoccupied thinking about the possible drug bust and officer Harmsworth’s look and see. He found it unfortunate that he couldn’t sniff around the local church since he is expected in the department but there are other ways to gather clues asides from preforming a B’n’E. Nash waited for his local contact, a detective named Greg Johnson, to join him the staff lounge. He contacted him before arriving to talk about the church and its members. Detective Johnson was currently working on a case, grinding a suspect for a confession in the interrogation room. According to the officers in the department, he has been at it for four hours and the guy was singing like a canary. He would be done just about now and speaking of the devil here he comes. Johnson is in his mid-thirties with short trimmed blonde hair and a nose that has been broken more times than God can count.

“The birds always sing.” Detective Johnson quipped with a smile on his face as he prepare himself a cup of coffee.

“They always do. About my message?” Nash lit a cigarette and took a sip from his coffee.

“The church right? I don’t know what you’re really looking for but there isn’t much to it. The church and its members are active in the community. Most of the people around here attends, some even never missing a single Sunday since their born. The reverend and pastors are little too devout even for my taste but no issues ever pop up. If they have any dirt on them, it’s buried deep where I can’t reach. The community work they do are received well, mostly. Some of their demonstrations ended violently but nothing outside the norm. You know how it is, conservatives vs. liberals. It never ends until somebody threw a punch or two.”

“Were there any deaths associated to the church?”

“We’re a small community Nash. Maybe we’re not as small as a backwater county but we’re small enough that people know everybody here. There’ll always be deaths associated to the church since most of us attends the masses. There are only three churches within the area, the main one close by, its branch located north-west from here and another one further away south. Since we’re talking about deaths, I found something interesting. We’ve been getting a trend of suicides recently. On average we get five to eight a year and all with the same MO, depressants in their system and slit wrists. Their bodies are always found in some field or the other. It’s been going on for about three years now. And as I said, they were associated with the church in one way or the other.”

“Is there any investigation on-going regarding the suicides? It’s pretty obvious there’s a pattern. There might be something more to it.”

“Nope, there’s no investigation regarding the matter. I brought to the top brass but he just waved it off since it’s been ruled a suicide. I can sniff around and see if there is anything to but you’ll owe me one.”

“Deal.” Nash snuff his cigarette in his cup of coffee. An officer entered the lounge. He was looking for the older detective and informed him the Andrea Carter would like to talk to him regarding the possible drug bust happening tonight. She’s just making sure I say within her leash. He thought as he followed the officer. Too late though, I already got a man inside.
Upstate – The Manor
Officer Richard Harmsworth


The two off-duty officers arrived at the Manor all dressed as civilians. As the name suggest, the place was huge and the party has been going for at least a few hours with no signs of it ending soon. Despite the grape vine rumor of the party’s quality, security was lax and they were able to enter with their badge and gun, concealed under their clothing. Richard assumed that they were not the only ones with firearms in the party. Since this is just a look and see, he wasn’t expecting that there’ll be a need to draw their weapons but upon the request of detective Nash, he brought it anyways. As they say, better to have one and not need it than to need it and not have one.

It was easy to blend in with their looks and age. A couple of the women and men already shown an interest on the two officers. Sam was already taking advantage of the situation to hook them up with dates and a couple beers. Richard frowned upon it. Despite them being off-duty, this is still an official matter. His partner simply told him to lighten up and not to be a buzz kill. The detective forwarded a short list of PoIs earlier and Richard was keeping an eye out for any person of interests even though he would prefer to use both. Nash stress a few names, most of which were known drug dealers and a few local church members, all with a possible connection to Red Rum case.

A beer and a shot later, few interesting new arrivals appeared. A black short hair girl who he remembered seeing the crime scene. He excused himself from the group to tail her. Richard would have nudge Sam to follow but his partner was having too much of a good time. Besides, it’s best to have someone on the look-out for new arrivals. Sam’s rather light take to the whole thing seems to be a disadvantage but Sam is no push over. He still got wits and a reliable back-up when the need arises. The girl lurked about until she found someone, a guy who has a t-shirt for a dress. The music was too loud for him to eaves drop but at one moment he heard the girl say Lilith Adams. Both of them left the area and Richard loss tracked of them in the crowd. He cursed a few times and tried to pick them out from the crowd with no avail. The officer’s phone vibrated in the middle of search. It was a text message from Sam: “New arrival, possible PoI, following. Meet me in the entrance hallway.”
Sorry for the really really late and mediocre posts. My day was filled with checking and commenting on essays T.T My eyes were getting blurry and my hands numb T.T
Clinic (Physical Health) – Ground Floor, Residential Building
1:33 PM – Andrew Rhodes (Hope Daly)


After showing violent bruising on her arms, Hope broke into tears. She cried while Georgiana comforted her. Andrew gave the doctor a look of concern, asking her what’s wrong without words. Georgiana shook her head, telling him whatever it is it’s nothing good. They exchange few more glances, communicating in silence. Andrew sighed and waited for Hope to calm down before probing further. He reminisced on the time she arrived in the shelter two years ago. A quiet kid but beaming with a hidden sun. On her very first day she took up residency. Andrew thought she would have a hard time fitting in but it hasn’t been a problem. She even volunteered to buddy a couple of new residents, one even grew fond of her. Her studies and training are going great and there wasn’t anything concerning that pop up during her therapy sessions. Her past and reason for running remains vague but that’s usual. Open Roads don’t force the kids to reveal anything about themselves that they are not comfortable sharing.

When Hope finally calmed down enough, Andrew began: “Hope... You have to tell us what’s wrong so we can help you. Right now we’re in the blue and we’re worried. We can only expect the worst and the scares me and Georgiana here. Please Hope, tells us what’s wrong...”
Andrew Rhodes’ Office – Welcome Building
5:12 PM – Andrew Rhodes (Erika Sutherland)


Erika remained standing despite Andrew’s seat offer. He listened to her response which sounded more like a court statement than anything else. Erika was reminded him of his mother while she rehearsed her speech for the jury or while she tried to convince his principal/arresting officer during his teenage years. Andrew’s mother was the type never to back down. Andrew’s mother is also the type who’ll prove you wrong than right but that’s part of her job description, being a Prosecutor. It made her lethal in court but lousy as a mother. The senior case worker was accustomed to such speeches that he let her tone slide. He took mental notes while she spoke.

“On the matter of blatant favoritism, may I point out that your roommate, Jessica Hughes, have more noteworthy incidents than the new resident you’ve engage with this afternoon. Your ‘disapproval’ of her behavior has yet to show, this’ assuming that your morals agrees with the rules we impose in Open Roads. Unlike Jessica, the new resident has yet to give grounds for us to act upon. Anything asides clear violation of the rules impose in Open Roads are the guests’ and residents’ prerogative. And while we’re on the subject, we are more lenient with newer residents until they are accustomed to the rules since most of them come from unstable households. Rules to them are as foreign as French to me. You, on the other hand, have been with us for nearly a year hence we let her slide and gave you a warning. Before deeming Open Roads as incompetent, you should praise your opposition for taking the moral high ground, which you proudly think you’re standing on, and walked away. Security arrived just after the commotion and if anything would have happened, I can assure you, it would have been dealt with accordingly.

Regarding the confiscation your property, it may be returned to you under the conditions of personal improvement. Unless you reject residency in Open Roads, your laptop will remain in private storage until Mr. Harper and I decided you’ve achieved your goal. I find your sudden interest on the welfare of other residents and the shelter rather intriguing since during the time you had your laptop, you were apathetic towards both. Care to explain?”
Howard Brown’s Office – Welcome Building
5:34 PM – Howard Brown (Callie Evans)


The girl in front of him leaned forward, snuffed her cigarette on the ashtray, and then leaned back. Crossing her arms as if to protect herself. Howard waited patiently. He subtly check his watch and noted that their appointment was coming to a close. Callie began by looking at Howard’s eyes directly. Asides from the brief glances she gave, this was the first time she maintained eye contact. She spoke and the case worker listened. Howard was used to rough and violent kids. Rule breakers, bullies and gansta wannabies. Kids who much rather talk with their fists than their words. He knows how to handle them. He knows when to be strict and when to be lenient. This was his first meeting with Callie and from the way she talked and behave, Howard concluded that she wasn’t exactly like the usual kids he deals with.

“You must see Cal, that the kids here don’t belong either. The other residents feel exactly the same way you do, out of place. Some of them were homeless from birth or became homeless. Others run away from their homes due to neglect or abuse. Kids come to us from all walks of life, from riches to rags. All of them are lost and all of them bring their demons along. Honestly, can you blame them? They don’t know anything else and maybe it’s their old habits, may it be drugs, violence or any addictions that keeps them grounded. As they say ‘old habits die hard.’ A safe haven for such kids wouldn’t exactly be paradise.” Howard let his last sentence hang in the air for a moment.

“The girl you fought with this afternoon was Erika. As you have notice, she comes from a well off family. She has been with us for nearly a year. We don’t have that many kids who’re on the same status as her. She’s more likely to seclude herself than interact with other kids since, well, they can’t relate to her. You were just unfortunate to catch her in the wrong mood. She’s has a sharp tongue so it’s quite admirable that you showed restraint. But do you think she feels like she belong here?” Howard glanced his watch, 5:45 PM.

“I guess we should wrap things up. I’ll inform Sarah to print out your new schedule. And if you don’t mind any homework, I would like you to think about your goals in life and next week, let’s talk about it.” The case worker gave her a smile.


Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night,
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.


by Curt Siodmak
You better get ready Silent, depending on what the next post's content, Lilith will be in for a roller coaster of a Rider ;P
That settles it I guess, It's all up to you TheRider :)
Okay, I'm writing the posts now.

FiredSkye said Can we do a time-skip to when Levi's out of the clinic and becomes a resident? Or something?


So, I thought about it. I was originally planning a one week after we finish this RP day but you were limited (sorry about that, I didn't expect it would be a hassle for you :/). Anyways, you may make your character intractable within Rec-Time to Dinner but in a wheel-chair so that Levi is still going through detox and may not leave the premise. The other solution I thought about is for you to make another character so that you're not contrainted with just Levi or you can create a CPC or control one that's already been created. You're free to choose :)

P.S.: TheRider/Alister opened a possible plot for your character :)
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