Timed Misery (1800's Supernatural Mystery Adventure, Closed Game Thread)
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John- Harkstead, In Tommy's Residence and Workshop
John let Timothy work his "magic". John didn't want to disrupt the man, for this was to be his first suit. But, keeping up with politeness; did continue with small talk.
"So, uh. If they don't like my music... I could always be a makeshift wall? Heh..."
John let Timothy work his "magic". John didn't want to disrupt the man, for this was to be his first suit. But, keeping up with politeness; did continue with small talk.
"So, uh. If they don't like my music... I could always be a makeshift wall? Heh..."
Sorry for the lack of posting. Been ill.
"If you want to be a wall, at least you'll be the finest one of them all." Timothy said absentmindedly as he began to select a few materials and needles.SkullKing84 said:
Teagan drummed his fingers and looked deep in thought, leaning against one of the few clear and empty spaces.
"Perhaps I should go check out the competition..." Standing up, "Tommy mind letting John here stay in the spare room on the third floor? I'll consider that and the suit three less you owe me."
Tommy merely grunted as he brought out and began to thread things together, "Well that is settled then. John, mind if I go to the Harper's place and see what is going on? I'd hate to leave a friend all alone, and I'm sure Tommy here can lend you a hand."
Quickly the carriage began to wade its way through foot and horse traffic of the city, the open window displaying the view and sights. The carriage was a small and more personal variety, with a driver and a guard.RaNDM G said:
"Pardon me sir, would you care to take a more scenic route?" The guard asked politely from the front, his voice clear and sincere.
(I was rather ill for a few days, but after sleeping for a solid 18 hours, I'm pretty much back to normal)
It was a grand site nonetheless to see the very breath of the city, as the breeze wafted in smells scented with the tide, and even a few hints of cargo aboard ships.
Soon the Carriage rode to a halt at his destination, a rather large tailors shop. Two stories high and with an attic most likely, the window displayed a wide variety of clothing for all who needed.
The sign over the door was faded and scratched but still legible were, "Tim-thy's Tail-ring" The door was closed but it was clearly open jugding by the odd customer or two and a person behind a desk.
The driver merely waited, as the other went to open to door for Donal, both in part to be polite, and get the payment for the ride.
"Sir, a carriage just pulled up, Brenda says she's got a feeling this one is loaded." The accent was clearly fresh of the boat, and he was shaved with the appearance of a sailor. Clean, tan, and a bit gritty from the salt and sand.
"I'll see for myself in a moment, John feel free to check out the room above. Up the stairs and pull the string with the pearl on it, can't miss it."
Directing with a finger to a small flight almost hidden behind a roll of cloth, Tom fished out a key and offered it to John.
"Your suit will be done by the morning, any questions?" His voice was tense, but not hostile.
"Right then sir." With a crack of the reins and a gentle turn, the windows of the carriage began to change to a view of the harbor. Massive ships and there yards in the distance could be seen, traders and merchants from along the coast, a few from different shores, and one or two well armed frigates.RaNDM G said:
It was a grand site nonetheless to see the very breath of the city, as the breeze wafted in smells scented with the tide, and even a few hints of cargo aboard ships.
Soon the Carriage rode to a halt at his destination, a rather large tailors shop. Two stories high and with an attic most likely, the window displayed a wide variety of clothing for all who needed.
The sign over the door was faded and scratched but still legible were, "Tim-thy's Tail-ring" The door was closed but it was clearly open jugding by the odd customer or two and a person behind a desk.
The driver merely waited, as the other went to open to door for Donal, both in part to be polite, and get the payment for the ride.
Returning the smile with a grin of his own, Teagan waved goodbye as he dropped his tea cup back on the tray with a clatter. This induced a wince from Tom as he stabbed his finger with a needle from the sound, cursing under his breath, a clerk or apprentice peeked in through the door.SkullKing84 said:
"Sir, a carriage just pulled up, Brenda says she's got a feeling this one is loaded." The accent was clearly fresh of the boat, and he was shaved with the appearance of a sailor. Clean, tan, and a bit gritty from the salt and sand.
"I'll see for myself in a moment, John feel free to check out the room above. Up the stairs and pull the string with the pearl on it, can't miss it."
Directing with a finger to a small flight almost hidden behind a roll of cloth, Tom fished out a key and offered it to John.
"Your suit will be done by the morning, any questions?" His voice was tense, but not hostile.
Jacqueline -The Trotters Twine
The woman sighed with disappointment and returned her gaze to her newspaper, finally with that terrible stare off her back Jacqueline could relax, however something about the woman's words felt off. Her voice sounded like silken honey, but with bees buzzing around the delicious nectar waiting to sting anyone who got too close.
Leaning in a bit closer the Bartender whispered, "Try to ignore her miss, she's a bit ornery, and by my guess attracted to you."With a sly wink the bartender replied
Miss? He knew, somehow he knew her secret. It wasn't a perfect disguise, but it served it's purpose. She had once considered getting a fake moustache to strength the disguise, but with her skin and complexion the most she could aspire to was a soup strainer consisting of peach fuzz and determination, unfortunately they were permanently out of stock.
Sighing she leaned in towards the bartender and whispered back, "How did you know?"
The woman sighed with disappointment and returned her gaze to her newspaper, finally with that terrible stare off her back Jacqueline could relax, however something about the woman's words felt off. Her voice sounded like silken honey, but with bees buzzing around the delicious nectar waiting to sting anyone who got too close.
Leaning in a bit closer the Bartender whispered, "Try to ignore her miss, she's a bit ornery, and by my guess attracted to you."With a sly wink the bartender replied
Miss? He knew, somehow he knew her secret. It wasn't a perfect disguise, but it served it's purpose. She had once considered getting a fake moustache to strength the disguise, but with her skin and complexion the most she could aspire to was a soup strainer consisting of peach fuzz and determination, unfortunately they were permanently out of stock.
Sighing she leaned in towards the bartender and whispered back, "How did you know?"
John- Harkstead, In Tommy's Residence and Workshop
"Duh. Ya need any help with stuff? I'd rather make myself useful since I'm using one of your rooms."
"Duh. Ya need any help with stuff? I'd rather make myself useful since I'm using one of your rooms."
"It's in the nose" he replied calmly to her, "Still, doesn't matter much to me unless it does to you, so something to eat, or straight to the deal?"MortifiedPenguin said:
"Sure, there's a big chest from older times, toss it out to the back. After that make yourself at home." Curt as he prepared himself to be presentable, Tom quickly walked to the front of the shop.SkullKing84 said:
Lucrece Leblanc - Angels' Rest, Mid Town
Lucrece nodded, took the map and went back to her tea. A wave of tiredness washed over her, like on the train. It was weird, Lucrece was intimate with the power of memories, they held dominion over personality and thought, so who would take that away? Still, now wasn't the time. It had been a long day, of forgetting and remembering and absorbing and talking and who knows what else. She turned to Angeline, bringing conversation of a more mundane kind.
"I trust I have lodging here, oui?" Lucrece said while wiping her forehead with a silk handkerchief, "You must forgive me, I am tired."
She would be sure to begin writing a journal of some sort, but the last time she did that, the journal was found and poor Lucrece was booted out of France, as they feared her mind, her power, as well as ink on a page. Curiously, Lucrece had never thought to keep a diary, after all, she had entrusted her memories to her brain and was a person who lived in the present, after all she got enough of the past. But now, she was suddenly reminded of their fragility.
Lucrece nodded, took the map and went back to her tea. A wave of tiredness washed over her, like on the train. It was weird, Lucrece was intimate with the power of memories, they held dominion over personality and thought, so who would take that away? Still, now wasn't the time. It had been a long day, of forgetting and remembering and absorbing and talking and who knows what else. She turned to Angeline, bringing conversation of a more mundane kind.
"I trust I have lodging here, oui?" Lucrece said while wiping her forehead with a silk handkerchief, "You must forgive me, I am tired."
She would be sure to begin writing a journal of some sort, but the last time she did that, the journal was found and poor Lucrece was booted out of France, as they feared her mind, her power, as well as ink on a page. Curiously, Lucrece had never thought to keep a diary, after all, she had entrusted her memories to her brain and was a person who lived in the present, after all she got enough of the past. But now, she was suddenly reminded of their fragility.
John- Harkstead, In Tommy's Residence and Workshop
John did what was asked of him. But, he wondered how the man was gonna "toss it to the back". Since the ancient dust covered box was heavy even for John. His mind pondered on what could be in it as he walked to his room to relax. His brain changed subjects quickly to what his new employers would be like and the music.
John did what was asked of him. But, he wondered how the man was gonna "toss it to the back". Since the ancient dust covered box was heavy even for John. His mind pondered on what could be in it as he walked to his room to relax. His brain changed subjects quickly to what his new employers would be like and the music.
"Oui, and I can tell. Rest, relax, order what ever you'd like, I'll assign one of the girls to help you if you wish."Terratina. said:
She nodded almost sagely, and smiled in a heartwarming fashion.
Walking back upstairs after moving the large metal bound box, a moment to appraise the attic room was given.SkullKing84 said:
Just tall enough was the roof so John wouldn't hit his head on it, piles of old boxes and crates littered it, a clear enough path and space led to a simple metal framed bed, a few dressers, and a trunk, with light shining in from a nearby window.
Despite being a little dusty, it looked recently aired, and judging by the surroundings, was probably cleaner and better then other less hospitable places.
Not seen at first and more out of the corner of John's eye, was a head in the shadows, roughly shaped and unmoving behind a sheet.
John- Harkstead, In Tommy's Residence and Workshop
John slowly removed the sheet in hopes it wasn't a corpse's head.
John slowly removed the sheet in hopes it wasn't a corpse's head.
Donal - Tim-thy's Tail-ring
Donal steps off the carriage and pays the man his fee. He adjusts his hat and walks into the store.
The shop is quite stuffy, and Donal coughs after inhaling the dust in the air. He clears his throat and walks up to the front desk. Several mannequins lined the sides of the room, like headless corpses displayed fresh from the chopping block. For the second time that day, Donal felt cornered.
He nervously raps his knuckles on the front desk, waiting for the manager, or a receptionist. Someone he could at least talk to. He finally acquires the nerve to speak up, loud enough for anyone in the back to hear him.
"Hello? Is t'ere a Mister Leary here?"
"Right t'en. T'ank you gents."Raynoson said:
Donal steps off the carriage and pays the man his fee. He adjusts his hat and walks into the store.
The shop is quite stuffy, and Donal coughs after inhaling the dust in the air. He clears his throat and walks up to the front desk. Several mannequins lined the sides of the room, like headless corpses displayed fresh from the chopping block. For the second time that day, Donal felt cornered.
He nervously raps his knuckles on the front desk, waiting for the manager, or a receptionist. Someone he could at least talk to. He finally acquires the nerve to speak up, loud enough for anyone in the back to hear him.
"Hello? Is t'ere a Mister Leary here?"
(The store front is rather clean and well aired, the ATTIC in which John is in is the dusty/dirty one.)RaNDM G said:
"Hello there sir, to whom am I speaking to that knows my name?" Polite and well mannered but with a rough sanding edge, Timothy walked shortly from a door leading to the back, to the counter.
Moving the sheet dust fell and sparkled in the rays of light seeping through the window, behind it was a mannequin. Made of wood and finely dressed in blue with gold trimmings, with white under clothing and pants, it was quite fine. A little smaller then John it was shaped with a rough but detailed appearance.SkullKing84 said:
What truly stuck out was the fact that it seemed opposable, and had 4 legs, 4 arms. It looked like a bizarre tailor of sorts, with skin of cloth, bones of wood, and joints of brass. The wrists had thread and string coming from them, almost like spools were up it's sleeves, along with needles and hooks in the fingers.
John- Harkstead, In Tommy's Residence and Workshop-3rd Floor-Attic
"What are you?"
John moves the "spider" Mannequin out to the middle of the dust filled room. For a long moment he stared.
"Now... be you the silent guardian of the workshop or a nightmare creation left to rot?"
"What are you?"
John moves the "spider" Mannequin out to the middle of the dust filled room. For a long moment he stared.
"Now... be you the silent guardian of the workshop or a nightmare creation left to rot?"
Lucrece Leblanc - Angels' Rest, Mid Town
She gave a yawn as she waited of Angeline's reply. In the end, it wasn't a short wait, it came soon.
"Oui, and I can tell. Rest, relax, order what ever you'd like, I'll assign one of the girls to help you if you wish."
Lucrece nodded and replied, "Non, that will not the necessary, if that blonde porter of yours had sorted out my luggage."
That was all she need, some room at herself, a bed and a writing desk. Not doubt that this hotel would provide more than that and not only because of Angeline's kindness. Lucrece felt sorry for her, not only because of the things she had been through, but because sooner or later, someone would take advantage of that kindness.
She gave a yawn as she waited of Angeline's reply. In the end, it wasn't a short wait, it came soon.
"Oui, and I can tell. Rest, relax, order what ever you'd like, I'll assign one of the girls to help you if you wish."
Lucrece nodded and replied, "Non, that will not the necessary, if that blonde porter of yours had sorted out my luggage."
That was all she need, some room at herself, a bed and a writing desk. Not doubt that this hotel would provide more than that and not only because of Angeline's kindness. Lucrece felt sorry for her, not only because of the things she had been through, but because sooner or later, someone would take advantage of that kindness.
Short but sweet post this time. I feel that this song is appropriate to the RP:
"Ah, he is quite right, I am Timothy Leary." Sticking out a hand to shake,RaNDM G said:
"and what are you interested in?"
Silent as a soldier standing guard as it faced John, moving it had felt the true heft and weight behind its well clothed exterior. In better light and standing erect, a small switch was just under the chin, made of dull brass it blended well with the dark wood.SkullKing84 said:
The mouth and it's edges were nearly seamless and invisible save for the hinges to note the jaw, and the switch was were an Adams apple would have been.
Terratina. said:
Standing up and heading to open the door, Angeline held it open, "The porter should have your key and be waiting at the door, along with another key that should open a small vault in the desk for anything you may need to store."
John- Harkstead, In Tommy's Residence and Workshop-3rd Floor-Attic
He thought to himself of all the magical wonder such a "creature" could be used for. Then thought all thousand reasons why would someone place it up here. Well, John couldn't wait for the answer and quickly made his way down stairs... but then remembered he is a guest and shouldn't interrupt Timothy as he had customers.
He thought to himself of all the magical wonder such a "creature" could be used for. Then thought all thousand reasons why would someone place it up here. Well, John couldn't wait for the answer and quickly made his way down stairs... but then remembered he is a guest and shouldn't interrupt Timothy as he had customers.