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Post by greypawn on Jul 11, 2015 14:10:42 GMT -5
Before you is a simple black book with a weathered red ribbon marking the last entry entered.
(do not read if you have issues with metagaming or 'R' rated type of content. )
(this is meant to function as a character log, communication with staff, and for the joy of story writing.)
(enjoy the read!)
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Post by greypawn on Jul 11, 2015 14:12:28 GMT -5
~ Entry One - Memories of Departure ~
The smell of incense, lavender. I smell it every time I think of the day I left the halls of my home. Farther laying yellow in his bed just waiting to embrace death. My brothers hovering over him, plotting and planning. I knew what they were thinking and I didn't give a damn. They were going to elect me to leave, to find our little sister. I wasn't like them, I didn't feint emotion, and I would of went after her even if they told me not to. It matters not, let them think it was by their will. Let them fight over the inheritance, rats fighting over stale bread.
Farther, second generation on the Emerald Isles. Such a good man, such a weak man. The business had been failing ever since mother died, it has to have been ten years by now. He looked terrified when I first approached him to say my good byes. A single kiss on his wrinkled forehead and I whispered a verse from the holy scrolls, he slipped me an amulet of St Mat. I remember him pulling me in hard as I took the amulet, it must of been all the strength he could muster, it was the strongest I've ever seen him. He mumbled nonsense, I just nodded like I understood. It seemed to comfort him some, least that's what I saw in his eyes. I wonder what the old coot said. Fuck, he smelled like shit even with the lavender in the air.
When you get to heaven, tell mother I think of her, old man.
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Post by greypawn on Jul 11, 2015 18:34:46 GMT -5
~ Entry Two - Air Delivery ~
Cheap tickets on an luxury air ship, my stomach swirled. "Too good to be true!" Some asshole said moments before the sound of explosions. Our ship came screaming down and hit the ocean hard. I made my way to the beach and so did some other unfortunate bastards. After I saw a man shot dead, point blank, I made a dash for cover. City of dreams? What a load of shit. I can't imagine my sister fell for that bull, she was smarter than that I thought. Why she would leave the isles for this hell hole is still a mystery to me. I might round up any other survivors of the crash and see if we can get our money back.
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Post by greypawn on Jul 11, 2015 23:42:47 GMT -5
~ Entry Three - Under the Skirt of Truth ~
I made my way to some horrible little under earth town. The Rusty Pipe, what a terrible little whore house that. But oddly enough, I seemed to fit in. It's ran by some brute named Big Bastard. After wetting my whiskers some, I made my way upstairs for some sleep and entertainment. Entertainment, damn. I couldn't enjoy anything while thinking this could be the life my little sister now lives. So I had another drink or two, the pain of thought dimmed. I'll be asking around about her tomorrow. Fuck, I should find work first.
~ Entry Four - Unholy Assassination ~
The minister of the local church had an assassination attempt made on him. Damn coppers. Never had I been in a church so heavily armed, protected, with so many incompetent officers. The mysterious figure just made her way in and out with ease. I openly told two strangers that it was probably an inside job because of that. So fucking stupid of me. Strangers. I'll probably end up dead for making mistakes like that, accusing coppers. The gnome seemed disconnected, making jokes after such an event. His friend on the other hand. I should watch my back more. I'll be praying for Minister Thorton's health tonight, that damn lush.
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Post by greypawn on Jul 12, 2015 12:47:52 GMT -5
~ Entry Five - Gambling Guns & Skinning Cats ~
I figured, what the hell. Do some gambling down at the docks. And by the good grace of Saint Mat, I doubled my money. What a great feeling to have destroyed as you walk out of the establishment right into a mugging. Held at gun point, I some how managed to convince the thug I lost it all at the tables. My luck was hot so I said yes to a lady of a night who lured me into an alley. Ambush by the Apple Crowders, damn. This time my luck ran out as several had guns drawn on me. They didn't want money though, they wanted something else.
Muscled into a building, the doors behind me locked and the dry blood on the stained wood floors seemed to sing the demonic hymn. My amulet of Saint Mat, I grasped it. Nothing. Nothing was here, as I looked around but the feeling of horror seemed to fill within. What have these thugs tossed me into, I looked for a drink in the haunting home. Then, as I turned to leave a room. He appeared. Thin lipped, yellow greasy hair, pale skin. Samuel the Skinner, a demon in human form. He spoke with confidence as the creepy fuck told me how he enjoys skinning men, women, and even god damn children. I wanted to put his unholy head into the oven, but something kept me. He had a strength about him, I did not care to be his new coat. Damn, bet islander skin would be a prize for him in this city of honky fucks.
I was saved by a knocking at the door. Peyton Pinkster, I didn't know who the hell he was and I was ready to pounce on him just to save my own ass from Samuel. He came in, gun drawn, and pushed me aside. If he was friends with Samuel then he was sure putting on a good act. We exchanged words, I guess Pinkster was hunting the creep. Either too noble or too stupid, think I might call him friend. Least for now. Met him up for drinks later but he was short with me, business to be had and all. Told me to seek out some asshole named Gio for work, damn I need to find something. Can't tell what sort of work Petyon does but I'm figuring him a copper who doesn't mind a pay day from time to time.
Oh, and those Apple Crowders. Told them I killed Samuel as I left. Man, I hope they walk right into a trap of his.
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Post by greypawn on Jul 12, 2015 14:36:04 GMT -5
~ Entry Six - Of Crowders & Crooks ~
I went to meet Gio, though it was less of the meeting I anticipated. Called a private party? More so a gathering of gangsters, thugs, and the morally flexible. They confirmed the death of Minister Thorton, laughed about it some and put a price on the head of assassin. Not sure if this is a joke though some dim elf thought so as she looked down the barrel of an Apple Crowder's rifle with glee. I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up dead. Either way, Gio had no work besides the open contract announced to the crowders. He seems to have a temper on him, got real short with me after I mentioned Peyton sent me his way for work. Peyton was there, still trying to figure out what his deal is. Maybe those two have a shitty history, maybe Peyton is messing with me. Doesn't seem like the type that would though.
Ended up joking with a fellow islander that I might put on a badge if this is the type of shit show they run down here. Can't imagine me as a copper, came from a family of business men. Coppers are always so damn poor, and I don't want that. I need to figure shit out. But first, I'm out of smokes.
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Post by greypawn on Jul 12, 2015 17:00:49 GMT -5
~ Entry Seven - Placing Faith in a Stranger ~
I don't know what it was. Her looks, her height, that hair. I'm probably just damn lonely. Or maybe I just liked how the rain made her clothes cling to her body. Yeah, lonely. Damn, Ziska. Told you too much about myself. The assassin, my sister, the Skinner. Shit, I think I even talked about farther. Trusting strangers is a vice in this city, only do you harm. She made me smile, truly smile. Haven't done that for far too long. Got to be smarter, cashing dolls and drinking gin ain't going to get me no where but dead. Or worst.
Lost all my money again, still have buckshot shells and a pack of smokes.
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Post by greypawn on Jul 14, 2015 8:22:30 GMT -5
~ Entry Eight - Gangs & Storms ~
Damn, I really need to cool it. The slightest things have been making me go off. Guess that shit is going to happen, times are hard. And they ain't getting any easier. Just what I need is to flip out and pull the trigger on some innocent fellow. Maybe I need something stronger than the booze and smokes to cool down, new drug going around.
Tensions seem high after the recent battle down at the docks, maybe its just me. Apples got it good, so did the side of my head. Fucking woke up and every downed Apple was looted. Suppose I should just be happy nobody picked my pockets while I was out. Shit, I might of if it were the other way around. But I got to side with something to survive in this hole of a city. Wolves seem promising, probably because I know the least about them. Assholes have yet to pay any of the crowders that showed to side with them. Everybody is in it for themselves out here, its hard.
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Post by greypawn on Jul 14, 2015 23:52:41 GMT -5
~ Entry Eight - Leah 6:17 ~The last few nights will forever haunt my dreams. Some psycho serial killer on the lose, hear they got him, great. But shit, he cut the hell up out of a youth. Didn't live, found her arm and made sure that got back to her family to be buried with the rest of her. Was working with a group including a Chester, but he ditched us. Asshole then bitched about us messing up the crime scene. Damn man, we would of worked together we would of saved that girl left it at the Triad with a note. Saint's bless. Got a job with Gio through a friend who likes to act a boss, has two goons. Guess that makes us a crew now. The job we had to do. . I don't feel like writing anymore. Tapped to the bottom of this entry is a small piece of paper, like one you'd find churches giving out at masses for a funeral. It reads:
And thus Leah spoke: 'Til all that Is, is Good, And all that is Good, Forever, I cannot rest, nor tire, For my Mother weeps, And my Heart lies heavy with Her sorrow. I grieve as She does, For the things I must do. - Leah 6:17
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