(dama to confirm me don’t mind me I am drunk)
(AGHH sorry for inactivity it’s holiday and my family wants some gathering)
@Ami
(Let’s say that’s a bit weird. The only way your character can know that is you, as the player, telling your character. Using Out of Character information inside is not cool)
An ancient woman is sitting on a wheelchair. Despite her invalid condition, her face looks vibrant.
Interviewer: So, Mrs. Laurel. Can you tell us about your experience around the miraculous recovery?
Mrs. Laurel: It was all fleeting in my mind. You must know that my memory in the hospital is a bit hazy, and what’s with my old age and how my back sometimes-
The interviewer cuts in. No one wants to hear about her many ailments.
Interviewer: Your granddaughter told us earlier that you are saved by an angel. Can you tell us more about it?
Mrs. Laurel: Ah, you see, it was all still hazy and unclear, but I vaguely remember that the angel came in the form of a young man. He was handsome, and his appearance is hip. With a hoodie and a walkman. Then he walked over to my side and holds his hand above me. Grey light shone from his hand and as it reach me, I feel better suddenly. My mind becomes clear and I was hungry, so I pressed the button to call a nurse. And my bladder needs-
The Interviewer cuts in again
Interviewer: Thank you for your story, Mrs. Laurel. And now, we move to Linda Laurel, who…
The interviewer begins to talk with the granddaughter.
As Fade listens to the interview, he activates his Death Sight.
Her new lifeline still have time, but he can see clearly her death status. She was supposed to die on the day her family decides to pull the plug, but something, or someone revise it.
The graveyard is a quiet place at day, but the serenity is turned into fear at night. But Cal doesn’t care. No one would need a graveyard soon enough. He sits, impolitely, on a gravestone.
Cal: Hm… should I reveal myself now? No, I think it will be better to wait until they have built a myth around me. Yes, that would be better…
He’s muttering to himself. In a graveyard, above a tombstone. What a creep.
Hearing the voice, he jolts into a stand
Cal: Ah, sorry. It’s just so peaceful here. And I need somewhere quiet, so I decided to go here.
The sun is casting a crimson glow as it begins to set. A young red haired man can be seen leaving the New York University campus. As the sunset begins to dim and the night sets in the man arrives at a small two story apartment building. He heads up to the second floor, digging through his pockets for his keys. As Jacob looks at his front door he sees a package sitting neatly in his mailbox. Jacob grabs the package and pulls it into his run down apartment.
The front door opens into a small living room with a rickety couch and a small television sitting on a wooden coffee table. It connects to a tiny kitchen with a single counter, a rusty stove and a tiny refrigerator. Jacob plops onto his couch and begins to tear into the grey cardboard package. A label on the top reads “Olympus Group”. The sound of cardboard cracking can be heard as he tears into it.
(What does the inside of the box look like? And is there a letter as well? If so, what does it read? )
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