KINGTYPE AND JESSWRITE PRODUCTIONS PRESENT!!!!!! Story A Side The year is 2012 and tragedy has struck the United States of America. The new USA military air weapon known as the Devil Dove was used against its own country in a terrorist attack. The Devil Dove had been the new weapon of the USA in development for over ten years. The reveal of the machine had been broadcast on every news channel and military channel in America. The point of the Devil Dove was simple, a new type of military aircraft for the modern age. Its design was truly one to marvel at. The vehicle resembled an airship of sorts from the sci-fi fictions one would see. Not to mention its massive size that rivaled that of an RMS ship. The USA government and various companies from all over the world poured their money into making sure this machine was made available for the troops, and after years of hard work it was. --- The attack occurred on a peaceful summer day as most of these attacks tend to...bullets and missiles simply started raining down from the skies; buildings being destroyed, parks being wiped out and simply random attacks going around all throughout the states for hours. It took some time for what was transpiring to go public but once the news broke it BROKE big. A Devil Dove had been hijacked! Only two of them are in existence and some person or Terrorist group had stolen one right from under the noses of the military and was bombing the hell out of various states. What ensued was a battle to bring the thing down and after a grueling five hour sky battle the Airforce had managed to damage it. Yet instead of landing the terrorist piloting, the DD flew a little more ways before bringing down the Devil in Graves County Kentucky taking most of a city block with it. --- Seventeen year old Lacey Sanders is a girl of few wants. She likes a good time so she has a lot of boyfriends and she likes to party, so she can be very 'experimental'. She never asked to be cursed with being an heir to a fried chicken fortune or the daughter of a former pastor and current mayor. But alas she is cursed with such a fate and of course is one of the most well-known ladies in town. Yet the things in Lacey’s life are about to get a lot more .....interesting as is everyone in town. Graves County is a place where everyone seems to be hiding something while also trying to pry their ways into the lives of others. But besides their nosey nature the town is filled with many odd people ranging from conspiracy theorist to a Trailer park queen. Then of course there is the most feared man in town. A guy everyone wishes they had the pleasure not knowing a bully, criminal and all around general scum bag. Everybody knows the name Shep Nelson. He’s been running meth and cocaine out of Kentucky for years and most people who stand up him tend to go POOF! The police haven’t been able to pin much on him, but everybody is well aware of how dangerous this man is. If not for the Devil Dove crashing in the county, the news of a three year old taking a stray bullet to the chest fired by Shep's gang would have been front page news. And if terrorist attacks and drug dealers weren't enough Lacey's best friend is being stalked by a mysterious man in a trench coat. --- B Side The nation is still coming to terms with thousands dead and countless injured after the Devil Dove attack. Town's folk of Great Barrington MA thankfully managed to avoid being attacked by the monster in the sky. The days have been peaceful, everybody going about their daily lives and summer vacation leaving the streets filled with the playful laughter of children. Yet this town holds a dark secret as sixteen years ago many horrific events occurred in this quaint small town. A string of gruesome events occurred over August and September of 1996. Various bodies turned up and most had died from bullet wounds, some of them even children. Of course that was around the same time the famous bombing of Stickler High school took place as well. These things all seemed to have culminated when a little girl shot a man who matched the description of her parents murder in the face. After that she was taken to a mental hospital for treatment. But there are a handful of people who know the truth, the truth about the murders, about the girl and about the man who met with a terrible fate at the end of it all. And of course these handful remembered the corporation that had caused all the pain and misery. Those days were over, they’d been over for a long time and now it was time for Stickler High to throw its sixteen year reunion. But as the clichéd line goes things are not all as they seem, not at all. Various strangers have arrived at the reunion. Yet that's just the start, for at this reunion those were involved with the events of years gone by will be hunted by something called 'P.S' and stalked by figures in porcelain doll masks and nightmare visions of demons which seems to be haunting half the town are becoming all to real will kick off another chain of chaos. --- Setting The story will take place in two different settings during the blazing Summer of 2012. Graves County, Kentucky is located in the southern country, swallowed up by lush green foliage. Flat rural fields spread for miles, but traveling further into town, the area is more civilized (though it depends on your definition of civilized). Stores and restaurants line the sidewalks, until you round the corner of Neverwood St. where the evidence of disaster is clearly seen; a giant crater, crackled concrete, and the rubble of buildings that used to be the work places of the deceased. The military is still working to clean up the wreckage, so various army can be seen riding through the streets on occasion. Besides that, Graves County is your typical southern town that's home to the mansion rich and trailer park poor. Backwoods are prominent and Lake Clearwater runs through the county as the main water source. The east side of the lake is well-known by teens as a party haven during the Summer, you never quite know what kinds of crazy you'll see. Great Barrington, Massachusetts is small town, but what it lacks in size it makes up for in community and manageability. Instead of dealing with traffic, tall buildings and smog; the people get to enjoy flat roads, family farms, and close knit people. The town’s highlight is Main Street where all the magic happens. From the best restaurants, boutiques, clothing stores, art galleries and specialty stores. It is also home to Stickler High, that had to be rebuilt halfway after a nasty explosion sixteen years ago. In such a small town nosey neighbors frequent, along with an abundance of gossip. A good portion of the townsfolk made their place of residence in bed and breakfasts due to the rising price of homes. The technological advancements have increased over the years and its citizens are never without their fancy smartphones snapping selfies. --- Starting A-Side You'll start either at city hall listening to the meeting or you can start however you like to but city hall is a good place to start if you're looking for interactions right off the bat. B-Side You will start B side at the Stickler High reunion if you wanna start somewhere else that's fine to but we highly suggest you are there or around that area for the start of the B side. Character Sheet Your CS's can be the same for both sides there is no difference with the exception of which story they start in. Name: Age: Bio: Occupation: (Optional) Personality: Appearance: Other: RULES -Rule numba one!!! Is that ya gotta have fun!!! -No controlling other peoples characters. -No auto hitting (unless we say so or if the person....if its another player say its alright) -No God-Modding -No killing off others without the players permission. -GM's words are law -If you find yourself having a problem with another player then settle it in PM or PM one of your GM's -Be nice in OCC but in the IC feel free to be a jerk -Keep OCC in the discussion -Don't post till intro post is up. -Side stories are allowed just PM either GM first with the idea and we will make it work. -CS's must be Pmed to either of the GM's and be accepted before posting onto the OOC And, the #1 rule you must live by: Survive.......
Prologue “Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” Several voices shouted all at once, smiles beaming as a crowd of people exited Lakeside Market. One by one the little girls pushed and shoved, trying to grab the attention of passerby’s. A few jumped into the air, waving their skinny arms and singing at the top of their lungs. “Girl Scout Cookies! We’ve got yummy Girl Scout Cookies!” Of course, eye rolls and scowls filled with annoyance was all they got in return. “Stupid! They’re doing it all wrong!” One Girl Scout pouted as she leaned her elbows on the table, boxes of cookies scattered about. “What do ya mean?” Asked the friend beside her while she licked melted chocolate from her fingers. “They’re doin’ a bazillion times better than last year’s troop.” “But we’re Girl Scouts, not a bunch of preppy cheerleaders!” Her pigtails swung like a propeller as she shook her head. “C’mon, let’s show them how to do it the right way!” Swiping a stack of cookie boxes from the table, the two girls made their way across the parking lot and took cover behind a pick-up truck before any Girl Scout Leader could spot them. When the coast was clear, the Girl Scout darted into the sunshine and her pink converse hit the sidewalk. “Hey, wait up!” Her friend called, quickly falling into step with her. Five boxes of Thin Mints were in her hands and she stared at them in the hope they wouldn’t drop. “What’s the plan?” “Help me choose a person.” “What kinda person?” She picked up her pace. “A person who looks hungry.” “Like a hobo?” The Girl Scout giggled. “A hobo doesn’t have money for cookies, you dumby!” “Oh, yeah.” She cracked a sly smile. “We need to pick a person who looks hungry and easy to convince!” “Hmm.” Her friend’s brow crinkled deep in thought. “How about a really fat person?” “What the heck!” She squealed, right as a man in the distance caught her eye. He was dressed in a basic red t-shirt, blue jeans, and dark sunglasses; but all that the Girl Scout saw was big gold dollar signs. “It was just an idea, ya don’t gotta scream like a…HEY!” Her friend shouted as her arm was yanked and the Thin Mints boxes fell from her grasp. “Why’d ya do that for!” “Shh…we have our customer.” She whispered. As she bent down to help collect the cookies, she noticed the man’s dirty carpenter boots shift direction. The man fixed his sunglasses, the sun gleaming off them as he approached the two girls. A sincere smile formed on his lips as he studied their faces through his sunglasses. “Girl Scouts.” He chuckled. “Aren’t you two a bit far from your scoutmaster?” He asked leaning down to their level. "Get your facts straight, it's called a Scout Lead...OW!" The girl nudged her friend in the ribs before she could continue. Staring up at the man, she grinned back apologetically. "Sorry about that, she's cranky because she's been outside too long." She picked up another box and waved it in the air. "We've been trying to sell these all day and we're so tired...we just want to go home!" She wiped pretend sweat from her forehead as she sighed with pretend disappointment. "How come nobody likes cookies anymore?" "Hey, cheer up." The man said holding up his hands. "How many boxes do you need to get rid of? Cause I've got a bit of a sweet tooth today." She instantly brightened. "Great! As many as you want is fine with us! We've got Thin Mints that are minty, Lemonades that are lemony, Samoas that are caramelly, and Tagalongs that are peanut buttery! They're all good, but if you still can't decide, why not get one of each?" "My favorite are the Thin Mints!" The other girl scout piped up. "Yeah, but all of them, are good, right?" The girl said, raising her eyebrows at her friend. "Oh..." She nodded. "Yup, totally right!" He shrugged his shoulders. "Well if they are that good I guess I'll have to buy them all." He said casually. --- "Seventy fucking dollars." He muttered dropping two bag fulls of cookies on to the ground. That was the last time he was ever buying that many cookies off a girl scout. He reached down with his fingers and snapped open the cardboard box, coming up with one of his purchased delights. “Hm.” He mumbled as he crunched into it. Just as he had expected it was the best damn cookie he’d ever had. CHAPTER 1 The Mess Cecil’s white teeth flashed at the cameras snapping photos of him as microphones came at him from various directions. The outside of city hall was crowded as the hot summer sun came down with enough heat to fry an egg, news reporters and police surrounding the podium on which the mayor stood. Various citizens pushed and shoved passed each other trying to get a front row view to hear the mayor’s statement of the ‘incident’ that had occurred not but a week ago. Cecil Sanders was an older mayor at least pushing sixty and was a man in white in a very literal sense of the word. His hair paper sheet white as was his bushy mustache which he seemed to enjoy playing with as his tongue licked and poked at it as he prepped for his interview. His gray eyes soft as he scanned through the people lines on his face were defined but kind. “Ladies and gentlemen.” Cecil greeted into the mic. “I’m sure y'all have many questions and concerns so allow me to start this conference by addressin' the attack that occurred last week.” He sighed. “I can assure ya'll that the fine police folk of this county and the military are workin' round the clock to make sure you the people are secure. As most of you know the weapon that crashed here, The Devil Dove wasn't fully destroyed upon impact. Workers from both Laplace Enterprises and the Anzhën Group are dissemblin' what is left." "Now." He swallowed. "Lemme cut to the final issue, all the loss. Over fifty people died when the Dove hit and thousands more were killed and or injured before it was brought down. But it is times like these where we as a community must buckle down and have faith that God will provide us with the strength to carry on and not to forget those lost but to move on for them." It was not a particular breath taking speech but it’s what most of the crowd had wanted, reassurance that things were being taken care and they were. Even now various army jeeps rolled by them to scene of the crash. Cecil removed his glasses wiping a smudge as he continued. “And of course despite this tragedy we cannot forget about little Danny Tate who was gunned down in a feud between two rival gangs.” He placed his glasses back on his soft gray eyes had become fierce. "Gang violence is becomin' rampant here and we as a city ain't going to tolerate such things, most of all when children become involved. I am here today to declare that the FBI and myself will be crackin' down on the drugs and gang violence here." --- "It was so totally aliens." The Word rolled his eyes as he sat with his legs in pretzel position listening to the speech. "Why don't you ever tell your dad about my discoveries? Who else besides aliens could hijack a damn Devil Dove!?" "Well, why wouldn't aliens be content with their UFOs? Seems stupid for them to get their sticky hands on our measly equipment, we ain't smarter than aliens." Lacey said and snapped another pink bubble between her teeth. She could feel searing hot glances of disapproval aimed at her back, but she simply shrugged. "Sorry, but I gotta disagree with ya on this one, Word." The Word ran a hand through his curly hair. "Lacey, obviously aliens wouldn't use one of there UFO's for a direct attack that would just be too simple and when something is simple it's boring. An attack which leaves a lot of people dead is not simple." The Word nodded. "So it's aliens." She grinned as she slouched further down in her seat. "Alright ya make a good point, but I ain't gonna believe it 'till we got some proof." "You're being just like all the other norms." The Word said pulling his leather fingerless glove on tighter. "Blind to the truth." He paused as a thoughtful expression formed on his face. "By the way, did he find out yet?" He asked concerned. "Only that it's someone from Minefield High." Lacey said between her smacking gum chewing. "But I don't plan on him findin' out at all." "Shit." The Word muttered. "Well the fact he knows it someone from your school puts plenty of people at risk....shit if he finds out, you and her might as well start packing up to leave town." "He won't find out. Stop worryin' so much!" Lacey's voice dropped to a raspy whisper. "I'm doin' my best to distract him...it'll all blow over soon enough." The Word sighed. "Yeah blow over." He snorted. "Blow right through our heads is more like it."
"Aliens? Why am I not surprised. I wonder how humanity has survived this long what with our tendency to jump to such irrational assumptions." Anita shakes her head chuckling. She looks at the crowed gathered a mish mash of the ordinary, the mundane. She sighs and sinks back into her book. It was a record of ancient African civilizations that existed before colonization, sparse though the records were they held her interest and it helped to stem her boredom. “Amazing how little mainstream media acknowledge the history of other places outside the western world”. She turns the pages fascinated but her mind also races with theories questions, side tracked by the events of this week.. Giant flying war ship? Taken over and used to attack civilians for three whole days? "It's like 911 and the pearl harbor got together and had a baby." She mutters in disbelief. "I wonder what eastern nation we will invade this time? Knowing us we'll mistake indians for muslim extremists and invade Istanbul." She chuckles at her own jokes then sudden becomes aware that she is wearing her hijab. "Oh...right." Her eye's shift about to see if anyone was giving her odd looks. "Perhaps I should downplay the multiculturalism a bit, at least till this blows over. Then again, we've been in the middle east how many years now? Ten? that's a mighty long time to wait for something to blow over. And why the hell should I curtail my rights for a few arrogant red necks?" So she goes back to reading one of her many books, ignoring any looks she might recieve.
Kentucky – 2011, Winter. A small bell like sound reached the ears of a girl with who rested over a fence in the outsides of Kentucky. Although she knew the origin of the sound, she still turned to met with the source of the sound which increased with the time, this because the source was a couple of silver bracelet that ornamented the wrist of a woman who walked toward the girl. Once both were close enough they glances crossed, a dull empty one meeting a bored one, yet although the way both looked at each other was rare it was nothing compared to the appearance of the two women. The one who sat in the fence dressed like a casual teenager, nothing weird about it, yet her hair, long and shiny, was of an abnormal dark blue color that enhanced it’s beauty and to match it, the irises of her perfectly shaped eyes were of a golden color, that also enhanced the beauty of the girl in general who was hardly matched by any other around her age. On the opposite the woman who was older than her, although pretty had a more dead appearance. Despite being an adult she dressed in a more childlike white dress with pink ribbons that matched at least her short height, a few ornaments like bracelets and a necklace covered her wrists and necks, yet in general she looked like a neglected person, the kind of person who wouldn’t even worry to take of her pajamas if she weren’t to have someone to tell her to do it. Her light blonde hair was tied into two ponytails that enhanced her “childlike” look, yet despite that it was messy, poorly combed; and her blue eyes looked always dull and empty with dark circles under them. Yet neither of both made any commentary regarding the appearance of the other, being it positive or negative. The first to talk was the blonde woman who made it in a monotone tone that matched her eyes. “Are you…. The one from the Cocoon?” asked while playing with a ribbon on her clothing. The blue haired girl smiled and replied. “I expected a more… dignified way to ask that for someone of your position, but yes you’re talking with the right person” The blonde woman cocked her head and asked. “Uuum…. I’m not really good with these things…. But business is business. As you …. know, we expect your cooperation…. Can you prove me it’ll be satisfactory…” The golden eyed girl sighed and stated. “We can’t really guarantee that, we’re going to act according to what you asked us for and in proportion of the favor you offered us. But being honest, this is a real hard job.” The woman scratched her head looking at the best reply, but after a while surrendered and said “Anyway…. I’m not here to ask… we agreed on…. Doing part of the exchange personally using no intermediary…. Uuum so is here….” Then she snapped her fingers. Two men dressed in black suits appeared behind her, one carrying a strange looking case and deposited it in front of the girl. Despite she also being accompanied, the girl opened the case by herself and looked at the content. A smile grew on her face. “All is perfect… things are going to get exciting from now on!” exclaimed the blue haired girl who took the case for herself. Before turning around she spoke one more time. “I bet is not needed to say we had never ever met right?” “Uuum… sure…. This is like… not something I should be doing or whatever…” replied the woman while analyzing the fact that she truly wasn't made for these jobs. And then both departed on their own way. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The present year. Marie rested on a cheap chair on the city hall while scratching her dark blue hair and yawning. “Damn, does your father never shut up” said to the girl that sat in front of her, Lacey Sanders. For a moment the girl did not replied and Marie looked at her in a boring way with her elegant golden eyes while chomping a piece of a cookie she forcibly took from a few girls outside. “Heeey!!, is someone in there!!” exclaimed while knocking the head of Lacey. “I said, your father is boring me, let’s go to other place and do something interesting” said then sighed and mumbled. “This week had been hella boring, a kid got shot, so what?, that happens everyday.”
The Word’s eyes narrowed and almost on cue his feet shifted away from Lacey as she continued to chomp on her gum. He wiped his nose as he neared the one of the biggest normies he knew. Anita Narwhal had been one of his most persistent enemies her never ending ridicule of his brilliant findings was FOOLISH! She always doubted his words of truth. "Well if it isn't Miss Narwhal." The Word snorted putting himself in front of her. "Not her to compromise investigation I hope." Anita lowers her book and looks at him clearly annoyed. " I suspect Your inability to correctly utilize the english language, and thus say my name correctly is directly correlated to your low IQ, and more over lack of common sense. Or in simpler terms, hello dumbass.” "Yeah!" The Word snapped. "Well back at you and for the record I'm the only guy in this town who has concluded who is behind these attacks." “Pics or it didn’t happen.” She answers in a bored tone. "Your lame internet lines do not interest me." The Word sighed and pressed his hand against his face. "The answer is obvious, aliens manipulated someone or something into hijacking that thing. Who else could get through American military security besides aliens?" “A trader within the American military, a double agent for the russians, the Americans themselves? hell I am a more likely suspect than aliens, which I suspect you have no evidence for. Oh and please enlighten me on why an advanced civilization would travel millions of light years across the universe, hijack a much more primitive machine, attack humans for only three days, not take credit for it and then just leave? Why not just take over the planet with their own ships? It’s not like we could resist them, hell they took control our most powerful weapon with ease. Now imagine what weapons they would have. Just getting to earth from across the galaxy is god like feet considering they would have had to posses power enough to travel light speed no faster than, which by the way takes the energy of multiple suns and is more then enough to turn earth into a burning hell. So they ge here with their god like technology and hijack a ship? one ship? only one? Are they stupid or just lazy? or perhaps they forgot how to alien upon coming here? It’s stupid. But why am I saying this to you? My time would be better spent explaining this to a brick wall.” “Are you serious?” The Word rolled his eyes. “First off the aliens are already here they invaded in the 1960s and have been orchestrating some of the chaotic events in the world. They are doing this to perform a takeover of our weakened planet!" He shouted throwing his hands into the air. "Well ain't this an interesting conversation." An older man asked as he approached the red sunglasses covered his face and top of his head sat a white cowboy hat along with a tie which was colored like the American flag."Ya'll squirts talkin bout what happened?" "Not really. I'm talking about how stupid he is, and he's talking about some illogical fantasy about aliens invadeing in the 60's." She looks over at Word with a brow raised. " Because an adavance alien race capable of light speed travel really needs 50 years plus to take over a population of semi evolved apes am I right?" "Damn gal ya gotta sharp tongue." The man tipped his hat. The Word growled. "Who the hell are you anyway old timer?' "Hill." The man said nodding towards the two. "Hank Hill came to town to see the commotion and all that." He scratched his golden beard. "Is a damn shame this beautiful country has to suffer so." Anita notices his tie. "A real patriot, better ease up on the critisim Anita." "Well it's never good when innocent people die, American or not, so I do sympathise, and pray the guilty are found and brought to justice." "Justice of our mighty troops." Hank shrugged. "Damn terrorists....by the way who is the Danny boy?' He asked curiously. The Word's knows scrunched up and gave Anita an even look. "A victim of those damn government tools." He bit his lower lip. "Probably Shep and his stupid gang." Anita ignores him. "Those the Natzi's or the wannabe mafia gang? Either way I hope they kill each other off quickly, hurting kids, that's even lower then Word, and he's so low he's pretty much subterrianian." The Word clenched his fists. He was not low....she was the low one she was a damn normie, a stubborn one to. "If I was so low how do I know that the Nazis are really reptiles." She rolls her eye's. "You're a waste of breath." She looks back to the cow boy, "My names Anita, so whats your story Mr.Hill?" “Well Anita I ain't got much of a story just been breezing around from state to state for about ten years now, decided to come here after hearing about the attack and see if I could any help.” He snorted. "I was a marine in my younger days." "Oh, that's nice I guess. So what do think happened here?" "Simple gal." Hank said as he turned his head up to the sky. "Some middle east bastards got passed our defenses but the real question is how? Now that there is the mystery." He stretched. "Welp I must be going it was nice talkin to ya two." He waved as his cowboy boots crunched away. "You really need to learn to stop lying to people Anita." The Word suddenly pointed out. "Pardon?" Anita says as she about to walk away. "You keep telling people I'm so babbling idiot!" The Word huffed as he started to walk away. "It was the reptiles and I'll prove it!" "You're right, I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you somthing you're not. And idiot you certainly are not, to call you such would be a great offence to the genuine idiots, and I would not want to offend." She grins satisfied, then trotts off in search of a quiter place to read.
When Lacey got whacked in the head, she took the opportunity to look over her shoulder and smirk at all of the serious faces glaring back at her. If only they knew she didn't want to be here anymore than they did. She heard her father give speeches all the time at home, even this one while he was practicing...a couple times. While she scanned the crowd, the pestering voice behind her continued and she decided to finally give into its want for attention. Marie. The girl with the hair she envied. Blue hair had always been on her list to try, but since the older girl had moved to Graves, that was no longer an option. She'd be classified as a copycat. Or a wanna-be. Neither she wanted to be. Oh well, it still was quite the somethin'. Blue hair. "Yup, all them tragedies can really bore ya to death." Lacey rolled her eyes as she blew a bubble the size of a fist. Pop. "Seriously the kid were more like a baby, only three years old. Not the typical shootin' victim." For an instant her expression softened, but she resumed smacking her gum and smoothed back her tousled hair. Dark red hair and just as good as blue. "So, you wanna do somethin' fun, huh?" Lacey's eyes flickered as she leaned closer to Marie. "What did ya have in mind?"
Marie scratched her head. "That's what I've been looking for all over the week. Ya know? that sucks of summer vacations, they're good and all, but people leave with their families traveling to the bunghole of the world. Big J. Noodles, Greg Krueger, Triple B, Gary Gary, and a lot more are not in the place" said while counting with her fingers. For a moment it seemed as it the Major was going to finish, yet after a short pause it continued making Marie yawn again. "Oh! I got it!, let's go raid the house of ol' Shep, no one likes the guy and we may even find something interesting on his house. Also I'm sure the guy has a lot of free booze and drugs, hell, even money!!!" Exclaimed while rising her finger as if she were to had suddenly a good idea. "And if Shep finds us we just knock him down, we would become the heroes of Graves!!"
Lacey's gum flew out of her mouth, but where it landed she didn't know and didn't care. It took all her focus to keep from bursting out laughing as her wide-eyed gaze remained fixed on Marie. "Damn girl." she muttered under her breath. "Ok, I gotta ask ya somethin' first." She leaned further back in her seat, lifting the chair legs off the ground. "What do ya think 'bout life? Do ya like yours?"
Jessica stood in the crowd, the mayor's speech being one she heard several times before in several different situations. She was dying for a cigarette, and the summer heat was not helping things, even in her choice of casual wear: a sleeveless top and short shorts. Gritting her teeth, she overheard the something about UFO's, and decided to investigate. It'd be a better chat and a better way to get information than the windbag on the podium. "Excuse me," she said, walking through the crowd. "But did someone say something about aliens?"
"Damn girl." she muttered under her breath. "Ok, I gotta ask ya somethin' first." She leaned further back in her seat, lifting the chair legs off the ground. "What do ya think 'bout life? Do ya like yours?" Marie's golden eyes widened and a smile drew on her face. "Ya kidding right? What kind of question is that? LIFE IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER. Damn it would suck to not be alive, each time something interesting happens and you're there to smile at it. Take for example the scout girls, they were selling cookies out there, I could had paid, I had the money, but a twist for each day is to do things differently, so I took a couple from them, sure they cried, screamed whatever, but I smiled of course." Exclaimed excited. "What about you? don't tell me ya have suicidal tendencies" asked Marie
"But did someone say something about aliens?" The Word’s eyebrows went up as someone asking about reptilian scums that were behind the attacks. “Yes!” He shouted as he skipped up to the woman. “You’ve taken an interest in the truth?” He asked "Well," Jessica said. "I actually have to wonder, why would aliens, with their hyper advanced technology, faster than light ships, most likely able to take care of every problem they would have, want to invade the planet Earth?" "Simple." The Word nodded. "The water, the water is key to their invasion." "Water?" Jessica's eyebrows raised. "Now, why would they need water?" The Word scratched his chin. "Now that's what I'm trying to find out." "I see," Jessica said. "Now, I have a question. Supposing that I was an alien and I had all the technology to do anything, why would I want to come to Earth to bomb a few Earthlings?" Her eyes shown with mischief. "Wouldn't it be easier for me to have an Earthling do it for me? Say, used a neck implant to take over their minds?" The Word’s eyes widened. “My God.” He muttered. “You might be on to something and Anita Narwhal thought I was an idiot for believing this stuff but I knew other people were truth seekers like me.” "It's only a theory," Jessica said. "Still, maybe you should look into it." The detective smiled at The Word, and looked up at the others. "Hi, I'm Jessica," she said, producing her badge. "I'm a Private Investigator from Virginia." “Oh a PI....interesting.” The Word said his eyes shifting away from Jessica to the blue haired girl. “When did you get here Marie?”
“Oh a PI....interesting.” The Word said his eyes shifting away from Jessica to the blue haired girl. “When did you get here Marie?” Marie turned to the man and said "But if it isn't our dear agent Mulder here?, how are things Word?, had you find any new lead?" asked the girl smiling. "Hoh?, who might be the lady?, don't tell me ya got a Scully for you!!" exclaimed after looking at the detective lady. By this point no one was listening to the man who kept talking and talking.
"My name is Jessica," Jessica said, again. "Nice to meet you. I'm actually investigating the terrorist attack and the subsequent fall out here. Mind if I ask a few questions, Miss... Marie, was it?"
Lincoln stood smoking a cigarette in clear violation of the Sunshine Motel's policy. He really didn't care though, the room already smelled like smoke and urine, and there was a faded Hustler underneath the mattress. This was the kind of motel where you didn't obey the policies. To put it frankly, this was a shit-hole, and Lincoln found himself ankle deep in the stuff. He paced back and forth in the room as he sucked on the cigarette, with his cell up to his ear. "What do you mean they seized my f***ing assets? They can't f***ing just seize my assets!" he exclaimed, clearly somewhere beyond annoyed as he listened to the response. "Lindsey, what the hell can they possibly have on me that would warrant this shit?" Pause. "What do you mean you don't know? Don't they have to like, give what I'm suspected of when an arrest warrant is filed?" Pause. "No, screw that... No! You know what, screw it. Get Macgregor to call me, but be discreet about it. I've had that bastard on retainer for so damn long, bout time he made himself useful... Pompus ol-" he was cut off by the woman on the other end of the line. "Fine, whatever. Just get this cleared up... And don't f***ing shred anything till this gets sorted out! I could swear, the SEC hears shredders all the way from washington." Pause. "What do I care that they aren't based in washington?" Pause. "Look, I'm pissed and when I'm pissed I don't always get my facts straight, Lindsay. Just get this cleared up." He listened to the response, then said his goodbyes and hung up. Then he ground out the rest of his cigarette in the ashtray by the bed (odd that a motel with a no smoking policy would provide ashtrays) then checked the time and swore. He was going to be late for lunch with Donald Doc. Lincoln recoiled at the thought, Doc was a sleaze ball who thought he was something special just because he owned a hicksville trailer park, but he was also the reason that Lincoln had unexpectedly been in Graves County Kentucky instead of Chicago when the SEC came knocking. He sprayed on some cologne, cinched up his tie, straightened his clothes out, then composed himself. He was a different man from the frantic, almost neurotic person he had been moments before. On his way out the door he took a shot of vodka, then got in his late model red corvette and roared out of the sleazy motel parking lot, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
"My name is Jessica," Jessica said, again. "Nice to meet you. I'm actually investigating the terrorist attack and the subsequent fall out here. Mind if I ask a few questions, Miss... Marie, was it?" "People call me Myt, so you're like an investigator? You know I don't feel obligued to say anything unless you show me a brilliant badge right?" Stated defiantly the blue haired girl, yet in front of the serious face of the woman she could do nothing but smile. "Just joking, well things are as our dear friend here says, Aliens!!! those motherfuckers always shitting us. You know they're behind the government also?, they lead our world, I tell ya!!" said Marie.
"Just joking, well things are as our dear friend here says, Aliens!!! those motherfuckers always shitting us. You know they're behind the government also?, they lead our world, I tell ya!!" said Marie. "I see," Jessica said, taking notes. As a private investigator, she felt inclined to follow every lead, and who knew? Perhaps there were aliens. "Is there a news reporter I could talk to?" Jessica asked. "I could get some background detail from them."
"Is there a news reporter I could talk to?" Jessica asked. "I could get some background detail from them." "Bucker Brandon claims to be the reporter of the new era, but the guy went to Los Angeles with his family. Uuum nothing that I recall, why don't you ask Lacey?, 'gal is like the most famous thing in the town after Shep and that giant thing that fell" said while munching a new cookie. "Want one?, I bought them from the scouts girls, they made a delicious ones!" said while offering cookies to the woman.
"Sweet Allah they're encouraging him." Anita shakes her head burying her self back in her book. All their talk about aliens amused and annoyed her. "Either that or the stereotypes are true, my country really is full of idiots. Here's hoping they're just trolling him." As she looks around she notices many more strange characters showing up. "Wow... this place got sketchy real quick."
"Want one?, I bought them from the scouts girls, they made a delicious ones!" said while offering cookies to the woman. Jessica shook her head. "No thanks, I don't need any cookies," she said. What went through her head was, what I need is a damn cigarette. "Wow... this place got sketchy real quick." Jessica turned and noticed the other girl. "Hello, there," she said, sweetly. "What do you mean by sketchy?"
"Hey, and what I mean is all these people look like they could be in a possible drug deal/ slash hiest attempt/ wannabe gang / whatever poisen you perfer." Anita answers with a grin. "I think I may leave in a bit if things get any weirder, then again, I've just finished my book and have nothing else to do."
"I think I may leave in a bit if things get any weirder, then again, I've just finished my book and have nothing else to do." "Then maybe I can ask you some questions," Jessica said. "First of all, has the crime rate always been like this, or is this something more recent?"
"Sure thing Louis Lane, but I think you have the wrong witness, I don't pay much attention to stuff like this. All can tell you is that the two gangs fighting, one of them call them selfs the fourth riech, basically wannbe natzi's, and the other acts like the mafia. They aint but they like to think they are. And I would guess they've been here a while." Anita looks her up and down. "You don't look like a reporter."
"You are correct, I am a Private Investigator," Jessica explained, flashing her badge. "Please tell me about the local crime rate."
"What do I look like? wikipedia?" Anita shruggs. "I don't know what to tell you. Shit happens, but I wouldn't know any spesifics about crime rates in relation to anyother hick town. Sorry."
