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Fab, when it comes to portraying a character believably, you might be the best this site has.
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There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.
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Well, this was my account. Had my fair share of memories of the guild, both good and bad. I hope you all have a great time here and keep getting better at RPing and writing. Myself, I've fallen out of love with roleplaying in general, and this site in particular. There's still good people here, but I've learned enough and seen enough that I'm not confident this site is going good places. Tanderbolt's moving on. Where am I going after this? I don't know, but to quote Raymond Carver, "I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.". Good night, ladies, good night
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If I could play the character I made, or some similar role, I would be interested.
That might be a good idea. I think the interest check looks fine, people are just probably nervous to make multiple characters.
I'm still interested, hopefully this time people will come.
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A good sheriff always has to be aware of his surroundings, and Robert was no exception. While he waited for the clerk to look through the records, he peered out of the window in the hotel, and saw two people conversing next to the car he parked behind. Although he could harldy be described as a people person, he at least bothered to make eye contact when talking, causing him to get only glimpses of what was happening outside. When he looked out later, he only saw one person, who was holding something in their hands and walking away at a rapid pace.
Although he was not sure where Henry was, Robert was not particularly worried about him getting away, and he would like to deal with more pressing matters before searching his room. He followed after the person who he had seen walking away, and noticed that they were holding an envelope in their hands. While in pursuit, he passed Henry's car and noticed that the envelope had disappeared from the back seat, a fact which made him even more concerned about this stranger. As he grew closer, he could tell that he was not following Henry, but someone else, who had a more feminine appearance.
The mysterious woman was also aware of her surroundings. She had noticed that someone had left the building and was tailing her. She smirked as she kept on walking at a fast pace, getting the feeling that someone was coming closer. She thought to herself in complete silence as he drew near, with her back towards the man pursuing her, "Come and get me, big guy,"
Robert raised his voice and said. "Ma'am, could you please stop a moment? I'm the town sheriff, I'd just like to ask you a question or two. It'll only take a minute, and you could really help me out here."
The mysterious woman stopped after he spoke up, and she turned quickly to face him. She greeted Robert smoothly, "Hello, Sheriff. What is it you'd like to ask me?"
He hadn't seen this woman in town before, which was worrying. Visitors were exceptionally rare, and it was unheard of to have two in the same day. Robert had a feeling that something strange was going on in town. When the woman stopped, he continued to walk closer, and got a good glimpse of the envelope in her hands. It was thick and roughly the same size as the one in the car, raising further suspicions. "I was just looking into a matter tonight when I happened to notice you out here. I haven't seen you around here before, and it's awful late, do you need any help with directions? Also, would you happen to know anything about a man named Henry who just came to town? I need to find him, and I had a hunch you may have traveled here with him."
The woman answered calmly "No, but thank you for your offer, Sheriff. I've been in Storybrooke for as looong as I can remember, so I know my way around. As for this Henry person..." she shrugged, and answered, "I only just met him tonight,"
Her answers only made him more suspicious. He knew everyone that lived in Storybrooke, and there was no way that she was a long time resident. Robert walked closer, stopping only an arms reach away, and said "One more thing, ma'am. I'm going to need to do a brief search of your belongings, primarily that envelope in your hands." His tone of voice was firm and unfriendly, he was now acting as an officer investigating a crime, rather than a kindly sherriff looking to help a stranger.
The woman noticed how he looked suspicious, but she didn't say anything and listened as his tone switched to an unfriendly one. She wasn't the least bit intimidated, she simply handed the envelope to the officer and she commented "You can ask the people who go to the Rabbit Hole about me. I usually can be seen there,"
A brief glimpse inside the envelope confirmed his suspicion that it was the one from the car. Robert dropped it on the ground afterwards, so that he could have both hand free if he needed them. He said "I'm sorry, but I have to place you under arrest. This will all go peacefully and smoothly if you just go along with it." Robert kept one hand free and the other on his taser, just in case.
The mysterious woman pretended to be shock (with expert acting) and asked "What?! Why?!" When he placed his other hand on a taser, she raised her hands to show that she wasn't going to struggle against him, and she said "OK. OK..." She knew that she could fight him, but not if he had a taser. She said to him, "Aren't you at least going to tell me what the charge is and read my rights?"
Without hesitation, Robert got out his handcuffs and began to say "
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?” " He wanted everything to be admissable, so it was important to get that out of the way. After he finished reading the warning and handcuffing the woman, he said "A large amount of tax money has gone missing recently, last seen in the car owned by our visitor, Henry. I saw the envelope vanish when you had a conversation next to the car, and now I see that you have a very similar envelope" While he talked with her, he walked back to his patrol car.
The mysterious woman was silent as he read the Miranda Rights, and stated what he was charging her for. She commented as she walked to the patrol car with him, "That all seems circumstantial, doesn't it Sheriff?"
Robert made sure to bring the envelope with him, putting on the front seat after sitting the woman down in the back. He started the car, and said "Don't worry, I'll look into other possibilities later. For now, I just want to get to the station" At the station, he stored the envelope in the locker, and went through the usual booking procedures with the woman. She had no ID and refused to give a name, leaving Robert to simply fill it in as Jane Poe, because there was already a Jane Doe in the hospital. Her fingerprints turned up nothing, but at least they would have something if they needed it in the future. This was the first time months he'd actually had to arrest someone, usually the stations cell sat empty. He left her with the deputy on duty, instructing him to let her make a phonecall to get her attorney if needed. It had been a long day, but he had finally finished his duties for now. He sent Regina a copy of the arrest report, making it clear that the unidentified woman was not the same one in the hospital, and that he would still investigate Henry. Because he didn't have much better to do, Robert made his way to Regina's house.
A good sheriff always has to be aware of his surroundings, and Robert was no exception. While he waited for the clerk to look through the records, he peered out of the window in the hotel, and saw two people conversing next to the car he parked behind. Although he could harldy be described as a people person, he at least bothered to make eye contact when talking, causing him to get only glimpses of what was happening outside. When he looked out later, he only saw one person, who was holding something in their hands and walking away at a rapid pace.
Although he was not sure where Henry was, Robert was not particularly worried about him getting away, and he would like to deal with more pressing matters before searching his room. He followed after the person who he had seen walking away, and noticed that they were holding an envelope in their hands. While in pursuit, he passed Henry's car and noticed that the envelope had disappeared from the back seat, a fact which made him even more concerned about this stranger. As he grew closer, he could tell that he was not following Henry, but someone else, who had a more feminine appearance.
The mysterious woman was also aware of her surroundings. She had noticed that someone had left the building and was tailing her. She smirked as she kept on walking at a fast pace, getting the feeling that someone was coming closer. She thought to herself in complete silence as he drew near, with her back towards the man pursuing her, "Come and get me, big guy,"
Robert raised his voice and said. "Ma'am, could you please stop a moment? I'm the town sheriff, I'd just like to ask you a question or two. It'll only take a minute, and you could really help me out here."
The mysterious woman stopped after he spoke up, and she turned quickly to face him. She greeted Robert smoothly, "Hello, Sheriff. What is it you'd like to ask me?"
He hadn't seen this woman in town before, which was worrying. Visitors were exceptionally rare, and it was unheard of to have two in the same day. Robert had a feeling that something strange was going on in town. When the woman stopped, he continued to walk closer, and got a good glimpse of the envelope in her hands. It was thick and roughly the same size as the one in the car, raising further suspicions. "I was just looking into a matter tonight when I happened to notice you out here. I haven't seen you around here before, and it's awful late, do you need any help with directions? Also, would you happen to know anything about a man named Henry who just came to town? I need to find him, and I had a hunch you may have traveled here with him."
The woman answered calmly "No, but thank you for your offer, Sheriff. I've been in Storybrooke for as looong as I can remember, so I know my way around. As for this Henry person..." she shrugged, and answered, "I only just met him tonight,"
Her answers only made him more suspicious. He knew everyone that lived in Storybrooke, and there was no way that she was a long time resident. Robert walked closer, stopping only an arms reach away, and said "One more thing, ma'am. I'm going to need to do a brief search of your belongings, primarily that envelope in your hands." His tone of voice was firm and unfriendly, he was now acting as an officer investigating a crime, rather than a kindly sherriff looking to help a stranger.
The woman noticed how he looked suspicious, but she didn't say anything and listened as his tone switched to an unfriendly one. She wasn't the least bit intimidated, she simply handed the envelope to the officer and she commented "You can ask the people who go to the Rabbit Hole about me. I usually can be seen there,"
A brief glimpse inside the envelope confirmed his suspicion that it was the one from the car. Robert dropped it on the ground afterwards, so that he could have both hand free if he needed them. He said "I'm sorry, but I have to place you under arrest. This will all go peacefully and smoothly if you just go along with it." Robert kept one hand free and the other on his taser, just in case.
The mysterious woman pretended to be shock (with expert acting) and asked "What?! Why?!" When he placed his other hand on a taser, she raised her hands to show that she wasn't going to struggle against him, and she said "OK. OK..." She knew that she could fight him, but not if he had a taser. She said to him, "Aren't you at least going to tell me what the charge is and read my rights?"
Without hesitation, Robert got out his handcuffs and began to say "
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?” " He wanted everything to be admissable, so it was important to get that out of the way. After he finished reading the warning and handcuffing the woman, he said "A large amount of tax money has gone missing recently, last seen in the car owned by our visitor, Henry. I saw the envelope vanish when you had a conversation next to the car, and now I see that you have a very similar envelope" While he talked with her, he walked back to his patrol car.
The mysterious woman was silent as he read the Miranda Rights, and stated what he was charging her for. She commented as she walked to the patrol car with him, "That all seems circumstantial, doesn't it Sheriff?"
Robert made sure to bring the envelope with him, putting on the front seat after sitting the woman down in the back. He started the car, and said "Don't worry, I'll look into other possibilities later. For now, I just want to get to the station" At the station, he stored the envelope in the locker, and went through the usual booking procedures with the woman. She had no ID and refused to give a name, leaving Robert to simply fill it in as Jane Poe, because there was already a Jane Doe in the hospital. Her fingerprints turned up nothing, but at least they would have something if they needed it in the future. This was the first time months he'd actually had to arrest someone, usually the stations cell sat empty. He left her with the deputy on duty, instructing him to let her make a phonecall to get her attorney if needed. It had been a long day, but he had finally finished his duties for now. He sent Regina a copy of the arrest report, making it clear that the unidentified woman was not the same one in the hospital, and that he would still investigate Henry. Because he didn't have much better to do, Robert made his way to Regina's house.
Robert breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the visitor's car was still in parked outside of Granny's. To stop the man from getting away, Robert double parked behind Henry's car, even though there was plenty of open spaces. It was technically illegal, but Robert had left all of the wheel clamps at the station for the night, and he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. It's not like anyone would give him parking ticket, and with luck he wouldn't even have to be there long.
He found a thick envelope sitting on the right side of the back seat, just like Regina had said. It was thick but otherwise nondescript, there was nothing to mark it as tax money. He didn't bother to photograph it, because figured there'd be plenty of time for that after he'd arrested Henry. Not wanting to waste time, he went to interrogate the innkeeper and request a key to Henry's room. On his way in, he saw a female figure arrive in the parking lot, but he could not identify her in the darkness at this distance.
The conversation had taken longer than he hoped, but by the time it was over he'd gotten some valuable information about Henry, all of which he'd made sure to write down in his notes. The person behind the counter had also been kind enough to allow him to access Henry's room, there would be no need for a search warrant. Robert felt slightly satisfied with himself as he walked outside the hotel, hoping to secure the envelope and arrest Henry as soon as possible.
He found a thick envelope sitting on the right side of the back seat, just like Regina had said. It was thick but otherwise nondescript, there was nothing to mark it as tax money. He didn't bother to photograph it, because figured there'd be plenty of time for that after he'd arrested Henry. Not wanting to waste time, he went to interrogate the innkeeper and request a key to Henry's room. On his way in, he saw a female figure arrive in the parking lot, but he could not identify her in the darkness at this distance.
The conversation had taken longer than he hoped, but by the time it was over he'd gotten some valuable information about Henry, all of which he'd made sure to write down in his notes. The person behind the counter had also been kind enough to allow him to access Henry's room, there would be no need for a search warrant. Robert felt slightly satisfied with himself as he walked outside the hotel, hoping to secure the envelope and arrest Henry as soon as possible.
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"Robert, I got your message. I need you at my office ten minutes ago."
Regina hung up her phone and climbed into her Mercedes and gunned the car to life, driving hastily away from Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop to the Mayor's office. Aside from her own home, it was the only place in Storybrooke where she knew they could speak privately.
Robert had just finished paying his bill when his cellphone rang, still set on a generic bell sound. He picked up immediately, and heard what Regina said. Her voice was extremely serious and she left no time for him to answer, which told him that it was very important. Perhaps tonight wasn't the best night to go out for a drink, but he hadn't had enough to seriously impair his driving. He hurried to his patrol car and started it up. Though he was tempted to, Robert did not use the siren because it was not technically an emergency.
He'd made good time, the roads weren't crowded and he even exceeded the speed limit a little bit. As he walked into the building he took a moment to comb his hair and to straighten his collar, it was important to keep a professional appearence even for business after hours. He spotted Regina's car outside, so he knew that she was waiting for him. Robert opened the door to the lobby and walked up to Regina's office, knocking sharply on it twice.
Regina was already in her office by the time that Robert showed up. She was sitting in the large roller office chair in front of her desk which upon first looks, looked like an absolute mess; short of a tornado rolling through her office. This was unusual, as Regina always kept her office nice and neat. Her head snapped up from looking through pictures on her phone when he had arrived. Her eyes were dark and glaring, not at him though as he was close enough to Regina to know when he was mad at him or mad at something else entirely.
"
Our visitor...I need you to check him out." Regina demanded.
"His name is Henry, right? Don't know that much about him, saw him around town, and he's staying at-"
"ROBERT!" Regina interrupted him hotly, clearly on her last fuse. "I...don't..care...about all of that." She added on, making a slight attempt to control her temper. She then opened her arms wide, gesturing to the condition her office was in. "Clearly...I've been robbed." She stated and then pushed herself up from her chair, walking over to Robert.
"There was an envelope on my desk containing ten-thousand dollars of Storybrooke's tax money...and it's gone. Look into Henry, follow him, learn everything you can about him and search his car. I'm confident you will find what you are looking for."
Her rage-induced tone gradually eased into something more...pleasant, and by the time she had suggested that Robert check Henry's car, she was even smiling...clearly knowing something that no one else did.
Robert kept calm, though it was unusual to see Regina with demeanor that was anything less than saccharine. "Should I tail him a bit first, maybe even arrest him? We can hold him for 72 hours before charging him, that'd buy us some time. I saw his car parked at Granny's last, if I see something suspicious I could open it without a warrant. What was the envelope labeled? If I don't find it, I could always search it on a traffic stop." Robert always made sure to stick to the book, even if his policework was guided by local politics as much as pursuit of the truth.
Regina just stared at Robert blankly, however it could have easily been translated into a look of over-the-top annoyance.
"Robert..." She said again, eerily calmly this time. "All I need you to do is check his car. Back seat, right side. I want his ass in jail tonight.!"
He nodded, and said "Understood, I will be on my way immediately."
"Good." Regina approved and watched him turn to leave. "Oh and Robert..." She called. "Feel free to stop by my place once you've done your job. I just bought a bottle of wine I'm dying to try out." Robert smiled, and left without another word. He drove back to Granny's, this time using his siren, making the trip even faster.
"Robert, I got your message. I need you at my office ten minutes ago."
Regina hung up her phone and climbed into her Mercedes and gunned the car to life, driving hastily away from Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop to the Mayor's office. Aside from her own home, it was the only place in Storybrooke where she knew they could speak privately.
Robert had just finished paying his bill when his cellphone rang, still set on a generic bell sound. He picked up immediately, and heard what Regina said. Her voice was extremely serious and she left no time for him to answer, which told him that it was very important. Perhaps tonight wasn't the best night to go out for a drink, but he hadn't had enough to seriously impair his driving. He hurried to his patrol car and started it up. Though he was tempted to, Robert did not use the siren because it was not technically an emergency.
He'd made good time, the roads weren't crowded and he even exceeded the speed limit a little bit. As he walked into the building he took a moment to comb his hair and to straighten his collar, it was important to keep a professional appearence even for business after hours. He spotted Regina's car outside, so he knew that she was waiting for him. Robert opened the door to the lobby and walked up to Regina's office, knocking sharply on it twice.
Regina was already in her office by the time that Robert showed up. She was sitting in the large roller office chair in front of her desk which upon first looks, looked like an absolute mess; short of a tornado rolling through her office. This was unusual, as Regina always kept her office nice and neat. Her head snapped up from looking through pictures on her phone when he had arrived. Her eyes were dark and glaring, not at him though as he was close enough to Regina to know when he was mad at him or mad at something else entirely.
"
Our visitor...I need you to check him out." Regina demanded.
"His name is Henry, right? Don't know that much about him, saw him around town, and he's staying at-"
"ROBERT!" Regina interrupted him hotly, clearly on her last fuse. "I...don't..care...about all of that." She added on, making a slight attempt to control her temper. She then opened her arms wide, gesturing to the condition her office was in. "Clearly...I've been robbed." She stated and then pushed herself up from her chair, walking over to Robert.
"There was an envelope on my desk containing ten-thousand dollars of Storybrooke's tax money...and it's gone. Look into Henry, follow him, learn everything you can about him and search his car. I'm confident you will find what you are looking for."
Her rage-induced tone gradually eased into something more...pleasant, and by the time she had suggested that Robert check Henry's car, she was even smiling...clearly knowing something that no one else did.
Robert kept calm, though it was unusual to see Regina with demeanor that was anything less than saccharine. "Should I tail him a bit first, maybe even arrest him? We can hold him for 72 hours before charging him, that'd buy us some time. I saw his car parked at Granny's last, if I see something suspicious I could open it without a warrant. What was the envelope labeled? If I don't find it, I could always search it on a traffic stop." Robert always made sure to stick to the book, even if his policework was guided by local politics as much as pursuit of the truth.
Regina just stared at Robert blankly, however it could have easily been translated into a look of over-the-top annoyance.
"Robert..." She said again, eerily calmly this time. "All I need you to do is check his car. Back seat, right side. I want his ass in jail tonight.!"
He nodded, and said "Understood, I will be on my way immediately."
"Good." Regina approved and watched him turn to leave. "Oh and Robert..." She called. "Feel free to stop by my place once you've done your job. I just bought a bottle of wine I'm dying to try out." Robert smiled, and left without another word. He drove back to Granny's, this time using his siren, making the trip even faster.
Nate appreciated the fact that rat seemed to be able to speak english, so at least he wasn't a rabid animal biting the truck tire. In any case, a man biting a tire was a lot more inexplicable than a full truck leaving a warehouse. "All I got to go off of is your word, and I don't like to trust people who try to chew on tires. How would you know these guys are up to no good, have you looked at the shipping schedules or something?" He stepped in the path of truck, hoping to head it off in case anything else happened. It would've been useful to have MeChip in a situation like this to find out who this guy was, but he didn't want to pay for it or take on the risk involved in having a chip in your brain. Later he'd do an internet search for something like "who is this rat man millennia city weird guy bites tires" and hope to get some results.
Nate had been driving his hatchback around the waterfront, using his wits and his own two eyes to find criminals. There was usually shady stuff happening near the docks, if he stayed around long enough he'd be sure to catch someone. While on patrol, he heard some small explosions and the sound of tires squealing, a sure sign of trouble. He drove towards the disturbance, and came to a warehouse parking lot, and slowed down to survey the scene a bit. In the distance, he saw a hero that looked like a teenage girl fighting with some guy with claws. He didn't want to get into the mess, so he turned his attention to the other action on the scene. He saw a some kind of rat-man thing tearing up a delivery truck. That looked liked something he could help with, so he got out of the car and touched a small piece of steel he kept on his glove, transmuting his body to metal.
"Man, I knew the wholesale business was full of rats, but these day's they're getting a bit more brazen. If you can understand me, I think it would be a good idea to let the men make their delivery, and maybe even pay for some replacement tires. These guys are just trying average folks trying to get shipment from wherever to the good people of the city." He looked the rat straight in it's eyes, and folded his arms. This is probably the highest profile public appearance Allotrope has had so far, and only now did he realize that he didn't have a logo on his shirt. Hopefully the press wouldn't go around calling him "guy with A on his kneepads" or "metal man dressed in all black"
"Man, I knew the wholesale business was full of rats, but these day's they're getting a bit more brazen. If you can understand me, I think it would be a good idea to let the men make their delivery, and maybe even pay for some replacement tires. These guys are just trying average folks trying to get shipment from wherever to the good people of the city." He looked the rat straight in it's eyes, and folded his arms. This is probably the highest profile public appearance Allotrope has had so far, and only now did he realize that he didn't have a logo on his shirt. Hopefully the press wouldn't go around calling him "guy with A on his kneepads" or "metal man dressed in all black"
I've got some ideas for characters too, but I'm gonna think on them for a while and wait for a time when they may fit better. I like the dedication this RP has, even if the cast is small.
Robert had spent most of his day diligently patrolling the towns few streets, doing what he could to make sure the laws were followed. For now, he sat in his patrol car, finishing his notes for the day. He typed into a laptop that he in his car for recordkeeping "Crimes witnessed: no incidents. Reports of crime: Old lady complained of trash being rifled through last night, evidence points to raccoons. See attached for further details. Other: Littering is down, no incidents. Hospital reports all normal, usual guard took day off. New person in town, name is Henry, car was seen parked outside of Mr. Golds and Granny's at different times today. Will inquire further, can tail if you want." After adding a few more details, he emailed a copy to Regina, because he knew that she always liked to know what was going on around town.
Before heading home, Robert wanted to get a drink or two, not enough to seriously impede his driving abilities. He drove towards Granny's, because it was on the way to his house. He didn't care much about the atmosphere or have any particularly strong bonds with the regular patrons, but it was a cheap place to grab snack and a beer. After a short drive, he parked his car outside, noticing that the place was more busy than one would expect for this time of night. He also noticed the visitor's car was parked here, confirming that he was staying here.
After getting out of his car, Robert looked for a seat at the bar, and order a pint of a french beer that he liked, along with a plate of fries. While he waited for his food and sipped his beer, he looked around the room, seeing a few familiar faces. He wasn't friendly with these people or anyone in town regularly, but he didn't harbor any special dislike for them.
Before heading home, Robert wanted to get a drink or two, not enough to seriously impede his driving abilities. He drove towards Granny's, because it was on the way to his house. He didn't care much about the atmosphere or have any particularly strong bonds with the regular patrons, but it was a cheap place to grab snack and a beer. After a short drive, he parked his car outside, noticing that the place was more busy than one would expect for this time of night. He also noticed the visitor's car was parked here, confirming that he was staying here.
After getting out of his car, Robert looked for a seat at the bar, and order a pint of a french beer that he liked, along with a plate of fries. While he waited for his food and sipped his beer, he looked around the room, seeing a few familiar faces. He wasn't friendly with these people or anyone in town regularly, but he didn't harbor any special dislike for them.
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