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 Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:57 am
Story
It was 3:18 A.M. when life changed for four sisters. Loud noises and angry yelling had woken the girls and together they'd trudged down the stairs, trying to figure out what was going on. Holding hands they peeked over the banister, seeing their father and mother arguing. As the oldest moved to stop them their father pulled out a gun and shot their mother in the head. As the blood poured onto the carpet, the four children held their breath, moving out of sight as they silently cried, praying their father wouldn't come looking for them. The front door opened, slammed closed, but they dared not move. After four hours the eldest, sobbing still and trying to comfort her sisters, called the police. The body was cleaned up and the police decided the girls would live in a foster home until the oldest turned eighteen and could legally claim the home.
Welcome to the life of the Altair sisters. Seven years after the death of their mother they are now living in the very house she had died in. The case had been closed after the five year limit, their father never found. Though they are well aware he is still out there, watching them, making sure they don't speak a word to incriminate him. Therefore, no evidence has been presented to prove him guilty. The girl's now go about their lives as normal as possible, going to school and trying to make ends meet. Just as they begin to think things have settled down, the case is reopened by a curious detective who believes that he, with help, can solve the case. Now the sisters have to not only protect the secret of their mother's death, but possibly their own secrets as well. For each holds a secret never shared with their sisters. What will happen when or if the truth ever comes out? Will the girl's survive long enough to hide it, or will they confess to being a witness to the awful crime their very father committed?
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:59 am
Rules
1. Be at least semi-lit. This means NO chat speak, NO one liners. I want at least five sentences per post, and that's for writer's block. Your introduction post needs to be at least ten sentences long. Although I would love more. NO using *...* for action, use some sort of OOC, and use italics for thoughts. This also includes grammar. Please try your best at spelling, capitalize where needed and use punctuation. One last thing, speak in third person.
2. PM all posts to me I really want them titled Secrets Kill and place a ninja in there too. To prove you've read my rules.
3. Put a heart in your PM if you didn't read the rules and randomly scanned this for emotes
4. Title your PM the name of this roleplay
5. Post at least every three days. I expect to know if you're going to be gone
6. Let people know when you are leaving the RP for the night or whatever.
7. If you post your profile it will be deleted and you will be ignored
8. I suggest you highlight this post and see what goodies might be hidden
9. Read the announcements. They're there for a reason people
10. NO cybering
11. Cussing is allowed, just don't over do it
12. IF it comes to fighting, which I don't see a reason for it to, there will be NO godmodding.
13. Romance is encouraged
14. You may have only one character
15. These rules WILL be followed. You get one warning, screw up twice, you're out, no exceptions.
16. NOTE: If the PM I recieve is filled out wrong I will ask you send me a new one after you read the rules. If it is still wrong, your PM will be ignored.
17. I like the posts colorful, as long as it doesn't hurt the eyes. Also, I like pictures or quotes in there as well. Small font is best, maybe size 9.
18. I may add and remove rules as I see fit
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:00 am
Profile Skeletons: Use code provided and type in third person [size=9][align=center][b]I'm merely a puppet:[/b] Username
[b]I was born:[/b] Character name
[b]But you may call me:[/b] Nickname
[b]I have seen this many winters:[/b]
[b]My life story and how I act:[/b] Bio and personality. BE CREATIVE. I want AT LEAST four sentences here.
[b]Things that make me smile:[/b] Likes. List AT LEAST four
[b]I would rather die than deal with:[/b] Dislikes. Same with the likes. AT LEAST four
[b]What I hide:[/b] For the Altair girls only
[b]When I look in the mirror I see:[/b] Anime picture please[/align][/size]
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:03 am
Characters Needed
Altair Sisters
Youngests- 17 (Twins)
Second oldest- 19
Oldest- 21
Detectives
Youngest- 17
Second youngest- 18
Second oldest- 20
Oldest- 22
Altair father
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:04 am
Altair Sisters I'm merely a puppet: Goddess_Of_Literacy I was born: Adele Altair But you may call me: Adele I have seen this many winters: 17 My life story and how I act: I am the shyer of the twins. I depend upon my twin sister a lot, and share secrets, with her that I couldn't even tell my older sisters. Before the 'accident' I was a lot more outgoing. My sisters are always trying to help me return to my former, energetic self, but I doubt myself and don't believe I can. Things that make me smile: playing the piano, hanging with my twin sister, reading, singing I would rather die than deal with: socializing, arguements, trusting people outside of my family, singing or playing in front of people I don't know What I hide: When she was younger Adele was always a daddy's girl. This wasn't always good though, as he abused her sexually. This has made her very untrusting toward men. When I look in the mirror I see: I'm merely a puppet: Katrina-Dragon-Eyes I was born: Katrina Altair But you may call me: Kat I have seen this many winters: 17 My life story and how I act: Katrina had always been the quiet secluded one. She shyed away from people and only found happiness in her music, books, and nature. She had a few close friends, but not many. After her mother's death, she went even further into her antisocial ways. The only people she would talk to were her sisters. She's gotten better over the years, but when she does speak, it is often in riddles. She does have a childlike curiosity, but would rather find things out on her own than ask people. She's very independant but also an odd character, earning the name of the freak in highschool. Though her intellegence was above many, she always earned bad grades from lack of will. She's very logical and creative, but keeps hidden behind her shell in fear of being hurt as her mother was. Things that make me smile: Books, nature, animals, music, her sisters, peace and quiet I would rather die than deal with: People, destruction of nature, her father, fire What I hide: Her father tried in vain to get her to speak as a child, but young Katrina wouldn't say anything in fear. He resorted to burning her with cigarettes and matches and such, which is why she now has an irrational fear of fire. When I look in the mirror I see: I'm merely a puppet: Hauntingabyss I was born: Lenna Altair But you may call me: Lenne, Lennie I have seen this many winters: 19 My life story and how I act: She had been very close with her mother. After her death, Lenna basically shut down for a few years, barely speaking, not enjoying anything. After they moved out of the foster home, she opened up a little bit, actually bonding and talking with her sisters. She's a a lot quieter than any of her other sisters and she sometimes will shut herself down. Now she is almost a sophomore in collage. Things that make me smile:- Quiet - Reading - Writing - Drawing - Chocolate - Her mother - Singing I would rather die than deal with:- Her father - Heights - Spiders - Small spaces (she's claustrophobic) - Her secrets getting out What I hide: She was physically abused by her father. Also she cuts herself, but wears gloves to hide the wounds on her arms and clothes long enough to cover the ones on her legs. When I look in the mirror I see: I'm merely a puppet: Dark_Orchid_Angel I was born: Charlotte E. Altair But you may call me: Lottie I have seen this many winters: 21 My life story and how I act: "911." Her breath caught in her throat, her words choked by the tears that dropped from her crystal blue eyes. "My mother has been shot in the head." That fateful call has forever burned the words into her mind. She watched as her mother fell, she watched her sisters break down, cry until nothing was left but a scarred soul. Charlotte had always been the one to take responsibility, it was her duty after all. She'd put her sisters before anything in her own life. Being excellent in school, she helped each one with their homework, worked long nights to put food on the table, yet never took a moment for herself. Charlotte is quiet, reserved and above all practical. She sees and problem and finds a solution. No matter if it killed her. So, in light of their situation she kept going to school and soon graduated early. With luck on her side she landed a prestigious job in an art studio. The pay was good and now lets them live well, but it doesn't mean they are happy. Lottie clearly sees the pain that is still written in her sisters faces and desperately wishes to remove it. But has found no other outlet. And now with a serious medical condition, which no one knows about, she isn't sure how to handle them. Pushing herself away, she has become more distant and less talkative then her normal bubbly self. Things that make me smile: Drawing Painting Blueberries The Sun Sitting By Her Mother's Grave Intelligent conversations Her Sisters I would rather die than deal with: Her Father Annoying Detectives The Night Nightmares Beans Needles What I hide: She has sickle cell anemia, and in many cases is in pain but hides it from her sisters. When I look in the mirror I see: 
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:05 am
Detectives I'm merely a puppet: Guitar Playin Fishie I was born: Cage Jaggarin But you may call me: C.J. I have seen this many winters: 17 My life story and how I act: Ever since he was a child, Cage loved detective books. He would come home from school, and just read all night. His father constantly beat his mother, until she suddenly packed her stuff and just left, leave Cage alone to face the drunken fury of his father. Almost every night he went out drinking, and came home to hit his son. Finally, when he was 9, he called the police. He had a broken hand, and a mild concussion from a baseball bat. He went to jail for 10 years for child abuse, and Cage went to live with foster parents. He lived the rest of his life normally, casually solving the case of where the tv remote went and such. He lives with 2 foster sisters, and 2 over protective parents. Cage didn't became a famous child detective until he helped the cops with a murder case. If it wasn't for his help, there would have been 4 more victims. And yet, the police gave Cage little credit. It made him furious, and hate cops from then onward. After that, he promised to never work with police again. Things that make me smile: -Girls with long hair -Detective Books -Mysteries -Peace and quiet I would rather die than deal with: -Preppy girls -Annoying people -Police officers -His parents When I look in the mirror I see:Cage  I'm merely a puppet: The Dreaded Warning I was born: Lyle Smith But you may call me: Lyle I have seen this many winters: 22 years old My life story and how I act:...is really irrelevant unless you care to get close to me. Of course, that isn't what you say when someone above you asks you who you are, even if they've got your file right in front of them. My life has been nothing special. I grew up in a middle class family right on the edges of the city. My father was a professor at the city's university and my mother was a seamstress. Oddly enough, I was supposed to become some grand chef with his own restaurant, but my dream died when I realized that I was probably the only one on the earth to ever accomplish lighting a TV dinner on fire in the microwave. The only way I could get food after that was if it wasn't cook or if someone else in my family made it. I never thought anyone could seriously banned from the kitchen, but I understood why. When I turned 15 years of age my mother announced that she was pregnant. We found out nine months later that she was going to give birth to twins, one normal and one albino. I'd never seen my mother so upset when they told her that her child might never be allowed to enjoy the sun. Between sleeping and going to school, I stayed home and took care of my little sisters. I knew my father wouldn't have anytime to spare between teaching and staff meetings so I became their father. A few years passed and after all my career failures I decided that my safest bet was to become a detective. It paid pretty well and I thought it would help gear me up for my own heartbreak when my parents died, even if that was seventy years from now. It didn't take me long to rise up the ranks to detective and soon the government was looking for me. The government never offers anything. Its either you do it or they make your life miserable. After the government agent "accidentally" ran into me I found a large box on my desk with a post-it note that read,"Smith". I was roped into something I hadn't agreed to in the first place, but you don't really have to agree with the government. They own your answer. The first thing I saw when I opened the box was a picture of a woman who had been shot in the head. I reached further into the box for the police report and started reading. The case was far more interesting than I'd expected. I hadn't noticed the second post-it note on the back of the woman's picture until I started putting things away. The words made me regret ever opening the box. "Don't end up like her." What did they mean,"Don't end up like her"? Somehow questioning the government wasn't an option, which gave me great incentive to take the box home and hide it. It was better that they ransacked my office first than my home. The digital clock on my oak desk beeped noon and then my cellphone started having a vibrating conniption at my side. I quickly picked up the phone. "Write this address down. You're going to need it." Quickly, I jotted down the address in my own form of shorthand. "Don't end up like her." My heart jumped. "Wait! What do you mean by-". He hung up. Irritated, I put my cellphone in the holster at my side, placed the address in my coat pocket, and picked up the box. My coworkers stared blankly at me as I carried the box outside without a single word. They'd probably never seen me so bothered before. I headed out to my car and placed the box in my back seat. Then I drove home to catch a bite to eat and to get directions off of the computer. Today was going to be a long day. As you can see, I'm kind of a quiet man who almost never gets angry unless something is kept from him or his life is in danger. I'm not really a social bug so I lack the means and the motivation to find a girlfriend. Independent, I'd rather just go to work, visit my parents and sisters, and feed my weird dog Ollie. Its the simple life that I'm after. Things that make me smile: Purple
Satire
Being with family
Talking
Writing
Playing piano and violin
Zombies I would rather die than deal with: Child detectives
Hot shots
Idiots
Redundancy
Cold showers
Mushrooms
Religion
Homophobics
Fake victims
Rape cases
Spiders
Arrogant people
Politicians
Cannoli
White chocolate
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:07 am
Others I'm merely a puppet: Guitar Playin Fishie I was born: Luis Incor But you may call me: Mr. X I have seen this many winters: 18 My life story and how I act: When Luis was born, he was always different from the other children. Whenever his parents let him play with the other children, he would always hurt them. And by hurt the, I don't mean just tripping them, I mean dragging the sharpest object around and killing them. His parents always told others they where accidents, but they never where. Luis ment to kill every one of those children, just like he ment to kill both of his drug addicted parents. He felt that they where unworthy of the life given to them, so, he killed them both in their sleep. It was said that a robber killed them, but nothing was stolen. After that, Luis ran away. He lived on the streets, only carrying with him his cloths and a knife. He would watch people, see how people where. Those he deemed unworthy of life got the knife. Those worthy where left alone to do as they pleased. And those who he was unsure about where tested. Thats how, The Game, began. When he was 10, he took 3 people and assigned two of them to find out the other ones most dire secret. If they failed, all 3 where to die. It required the girl to open herself up to a person, and the other 2 to speak to another living being. Saddly, they failed and where executed. He contiuned the games, few passing. His most know game, The Double Edge case as its called, featured a man who had to figure out a secret of a young girl, whos father beat her. But, instead the man went insane and started killing all those who he suspected where the ones threatening him. Soon, he became a convict. After he was arrested by an outside source, Luis made sure that the man was faced with the death sentence. Meanwhile, the girl was given a second chance since she wasn't confronted by the man. He decided to do something he hadn't ever done yet. He would place her life on the player of his next game. Four Detectives. Four Girls, each hiding secrets. They where all unworth of their life, for a certain reason, that he kept to himself always. They would have to overcome this fatal flaw inorder to win this game. He had alot instore for this game, making sure there where alot of twists. He met with The girls father, and a detectives father. They where both told to kill all 8 of them in 2 weeks, or he would execute them himself. When they found out who he was, they where forced to accept it. But, each had their own reason to kill them. Now, the pieces have been placed. Their will be life threatening moments ahead, each ment to test the players. Will the sisters keep their secrets to themself and kept the secret of their mother's death to themself? Only time will tell. Things that make me smile: -Seeing the unworth people suffer -Watching those worthy change -Apples -Sweets I would rather die than deal with: -Unworthy people -Politics -The world -Summer When I look in the mirror I see:  I'm merely a puppet: hohyah_ I was born: Alexandria Huss But you may call me: Ellie I have seen this many winters: 21 My life story and how I act: Ellie was born in romania to a single mother who died during birth due to blood clot. she was the typical child rebel- grew up hating every foster parent she received as everyone treated her different. 'till one day she was transferred over to a nice foster family in Connecticut - at first she hated them and vice versa. but no matter how bad ellie behaved, they still wouldn't give her up, and ellie started to like- no love- the huss's. since ellie was ALWAYS home schooled due to the Romanian schools being VERY picky, she started her first public school at the age of 15. almost everyone hated her at ridgeway high, but then a new girl came along, "Cerise" she was different- like her, and she loved everyminute of it. they were best buddies throughout middle school and high school until one summer afternoon ellie turned on the news and saw her beloved friend's tragedy spattered all over channel 4. that's when everything changed, no they didn't part ways, but she was hurt, and ellie suffered for it. Things that make me smile:the smell of rain. the ones she loves. seeing her friends and family, especially ce, smile. cold winter nights, or nights where it's warm and windy. she also loves to paint and make movies, afteral she adores andy warhol, she also enjoys the latest gossip story she can share. I would rather die than deal with: everyone who's given up on her, or had not given her a chance. the colour pink is also a major pet peeve. she also hates hurtfull people, or when the one she loves grows apart from her. What I hide: For the Altair girls only When I look in the mirror I see: I'm merely a puppet: [Spirit_of_Fire] I was born: Noah Altair But you may call me: Noah, "Eden" I have seen this many winters: 35 My life story and how I act: Noah Altair was born one child of a set of twins. While Noah was fairly mild, his brother Eden Altair was extremely violent and cruel, yet the brothers still shared a close bond. When the boys were both thirteen, Noah and Eden were viciously attacked by other children that wanted revenge for all of the pain Eden had inflicted on them. The twins were found and both rushed to the hospital, and while Noah was saved, Eden died in surgery, leaving a deep mental scar of Noah. Many years later, Noah began dating Irene, the woman who would become his wife during his sophmore year in high school, and they got married young soon after entering college. It wasn't until their first child was born that Noah began acting somewhat like Eden, acting cynical and hostile at random intervals, but Noah was seemingly unaware of his behavior. As time progressed, his "Eden" continued to grow and even began to lash out at his family, all to the ignorance of Noah. No member of his family mentioned these things to him, and Eden's development came to its peak when "he" shot Irene and fled their family home. Noah regained control soon after Eden had taken refuge inside a motel, the news of Irene's murder playing on the radio. It was then that Eden revealed himself, and Noah, realizing what he had done and what kind of monster his family had percieved him as, completely broke down and vowed to live the rest of his life alone. However, one question continues to plague Noah today: is "Eden" a second personality that Noah developed in response to the real Eden's death, or is it the spirit of Eden possessing him? While he doesn't know, Noah does know that his "brother" had destroyed his life and the lives of his loved ones. Things that make me smile: • The good memories of his family • "Inherit the Wind"• Chinese bellflowers • Spicy food • Walks during the night I would rather die than deal with: • His fake "Eden" • "Lord of the Flies"• Thorned plants • Sour food • Extremely bright sunlight When I look in the mirror I see: 
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:08 am
Announcements
8/10/08- Open
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:33 am
 Lenna woke around three-fifteen. It was like clockwork. No matter what time she went to sleep, no matter how long she had been sleeping, she always woke at the same time. The time of her mother's death. She had known how angry her father was, how pissed off and disturbed. She knew it quite well. After all, he had spent the better part of his life beating her. As she climbed out of bed she quietly made her way downstairs and started a pot of coffee. Sitting alone at the table she faded into her thoughts, ignoring the sounds around her. If her sisters had come downstairs they would find her like they did every morning, thinking quietly to herself, not speaking. They were used to it by now, just like she was used to the way they acted. The only thing they had was each other, and because of that they stayed together, even though her older sister probably could have moved out by now she still stayed to protect them and keep them safe. It was strange how their relationship seemed to work out. How they all seemed to get along, regardless of how much they saw each other, all the time they spent together. They just seemed to grow closer.
It wasn't as if she minded the closeness with her sisters. It was just there were things she couldn't tell them. Three things to be exact. She couldn't bring more worry into their lives by sharing her pain, so she kept it hidden. She was certain there were other secrets hidden behind closed lips, other skeletons in the closet. But she wasn't about to pry her sisters for answers when she was so reluctant to give them herself. It wasn't fair to them at all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:03 am
 The dark old building was empty. The windows where shattered, and the only way in and out was locked. Against it laid a 24 year old woman terrified. She was panicking, scratching and banging against the door, yelling for help. But nobody would come. It was in a small, secluded part of the forest. Nobody would come, cause nobody could hear you. Approaching the woman was a 18 year old man, his red hair reflected his job. What was his job, you ask? The elimination of the unworthy. He took his head phones off, finally hearing the woman's annoying cry's for help. No matter what, there was an insane smile on his face. His bright emerald green eyes stared at the woman, detesting her unworthiness. She was a drug addicted woman who actually threw her baby away when it was born. It died in the dumpster she stuffed it inside. And nobody found out. Now, she would pay for her unholy crime. That was his job. His foot long hunters knife was held by his left hand, and in his right was his book of kills. It was his third book, and it was just about full. Hes traveled all across the world, always known simply as Mr. X, The Underground God. Or, that was how he pictured himself. The holy warrior who did Gods bidding while he's on break. He striked down those unworthy of life, praised those worthy, and tested those he questioned. He did this ever since he was a baby. His parents hid it well, saying they saw the baby fall and stab themselves. But, they knew what he was doing. They tried to teach him to stop, but it never worked. And eventually , he grew tired of his own parents. So, one night while they slept, he stabbed them both to death. They where drug addicts any. They did crystal meth behind his back, so they died. Simple as that.
The woman stared up at Mr. X, her eyes begging for forgiveness. But, Mr. X wasn't a kind god. He pointed his knife at her neck. Her eyes grew big when she saw the blade just centimeters away from her flesh. "Please! Find it in your heart to not kill me! I promise I won't do it anymore! I'll devote my life to God! Please, just don't kill me!" She pled, now in tears. His face remained the same. Her eyes where red and tears streamed out of her face. She may have been serious, she may have been ready for a life chance. But he didn't care. She couldn't bring that child back to life, no matter how much money she gave to kids. No, now he saw her even more unworthy. Now she was bargaining to save her own life, not caring about anybody else. No, now he old saw her more worth death. He rose his hand, and she looked at him, smiling. She though he wasn't going to harm her. Right before she could thank him, he swept his arm down, slicing her throat. Blood shot out, landing on his cloths. The rest flowed down and stained her cloths. Not like she would be needing them. He raised the knife to his face and took smell of the bitter blood of an unholy person. He licked it off the blade, cleaning it. He spat the blood at her pale face, and kicked her body out of the way. He'd come back to clean it up later and burn it, like he usually did. But now, he had to check up on his current game, his biggest yet. He walked outside, taking a large inhale of the smell of nature, mixed with death. His favorite. He put on his head phones, playing KORN at full volume. This way, he couldn't hear the talk of the unworthy. Those worthy, he could hear through the blasting metal music.
His newest case involved 4 sisters, each had their secret about what their father did to them to impact their life. Their father killed their mother, and they kept it secret from the police. An unworthy man not getting his needed punishment. A big no no. Thats only part of the reason they where apart of this game. They became turtles, hiding inside their shells from the world. They each changed after that day, becoming cold. He saw people like this, people cold and sad, semi-unworthy. They where tested. If they changed and saw the light of change, they passed. If they continued down their cold and alone path, they where saved the trouble and killed. On the other side where 4 detectives, 3 semi-unworthy in their own way. One told nothing but lies his whole life, wouldn't expose himself to others and tell the truth. They all had their own fatal flaw agaisnt them, except one. The last one was a worthy man named Lyle. Why he's in the game? Mr. X didn't enjoy watching semi-unworthy people fail and die, he enjoyed them changing and becoming worthy in his eyes. So sometimes, whenever he put large amounts of people into a game, he usually included a worthy soul to guide and assist the others. But, that didn't mean if the game failed, he was spared. His fate became the same as the others. Along with that, their where a few twists involved in this. The game was scheduled to end in 2 weeks, when the girls father was ordered to execute both the detectives and his sisters. Then he would be killed. But he didn't know that. He believed by doing this, he would be spared. And, there was another unworthy soul who was ordered to help make the game challenging. One of the detectives father, Cage, was released from jail thanks to him. He already told him about the game, and told him that in order to be spared by his hand, he had to kill his son, and one of the Altair sisters, the one that became closest to him. Along with that, he would be making a rare appearance as a detective in order to monitor this game first hand. He was interested with the players involved, so he decided to not watch from the shadows, but instead enjoy the show from the front stages. And, what made this game even funner, Cage was playing for another life. A girl named Tera was in his previous game, called by the public, the Double Edge Massacre. Simply put, one of the players went mad, and started killing people who he though where threatening him. He made sure he got the death sentence in jail. So, Cage would be playing for her life, since that previous game went wrong.
It was going to be an interesting game, thats for sure. He hoped that the Altair sisters changed. Otherwise... "They'll face the wrath of God!" Luis exclaimed, smiling insanely.
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:30 am
 Lyle stepped through his front door and placed the box on his kitchen table. It had been a long day despite the lack of time passing by. Ollie was already there to greet him with chattering and wheezing. "Hey there! Hows my lovely pup doing today?" The chattering became more intense and his pet's legs skidded out from under him. The blue haired dog was extremely happy. Lyle crouched down to hug Ollie and give him his daily scratches. If he didn't the blue haired skeleton would have a wheezing fit. A few minutes later, Lyle walked back to his front door to lock it. It was something he always did when he received strange calls that threatened his life. Then he scanned his house from the front door. If anything was moved out of place he'd see it. Seeing that everything was as he left it, Lyle walked into his living room and shook the mouse of his computer. The screensaver flickered away to leave his vacant desk top. A strange picture of the moon above water stared back at him as if to say, "Back again, eh?" Lyle moved his mouse up to the top of his screen, waited for the toolbar to drop down, and then clicked on his personal e-mail provider. "YOU'VE GOT MAIL!" Apparently, he didn't check his speakers before signing in. Lyle's heart stopped beating for a few seconds. It was the first time in a while that he had forgotten about that automatic greeting. Lyle tossed his detective coat on the couch and sighed. The day was getting worse by the second. Even his computer was going against his happiness. Everyone and everything was out to give him misery, besides Ollie. Oh no! The blue haired, chattery dog skittered over to his side, barked, and then skittered into the kitchen. There was something in the kitchen that he wanted.
Lowering his raised eyebrow of curiosity, Lyle brought up a direction site and typed in the address. It would take a few seconds for his directions to load. Finding the visit from his dog strange, Lyle walked into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. There was nothing, but a few giant hoagies and a note from his mother. "I made your favorite sandwich. Enjoy! <3 Mommy" Well, isn't that sweet? A smile formed on his lips as he took a whole one out and placed it on the table. Ollie whined from below, wanting a piece of the sandwich. He had spent all day resisting the urge to go into the fridge. Feeling as if he should reward his friend for his good behavior, Lyle cut off the end of his giant sandwich and placed it in Ollie's food dish. The blue haired canine chattered with joy as he chowed down on his sandwich. "You're still the same as you were fifteen years ago." Lyle cut off a piece for himself and consumed it slowly, enjoying every single flavor that could have possibly been included in his lunch. Then he cut off another piece for Ollie and returned the sandwich to its home.
Stepping out into the living room, he printed the direction from his computer and put on his coat again. It was time to go meet his victims. Ollie nudged his briefcase by the door and wheezed loudly. Somehow the little dog knew he would be needing it. Lyle picked up his directions, grabbed his briefcase, gave Ollie a few more scratches, picked up his keys, grabbed the box, locked the door, and ran out to his car. The box returned to the backseat and Lyle slid into the driver's seat and zoomed off to the address. On the ride over he wondered what he would get this time. Most people screamed at him when they opened the door. Others...well there are no others. They always scream or give some feeling of anger and hatred towards him. Parking on the street, Lyle picked up his box and walked up to the door, knocking on it. It was then that he realized that it would have been better to call before going to the house than just showing up. His palm quickly impacted his forehead and then dropped to his side. How rude of him. Sorrow already shown on his face, Lyle waited for someone to answer the door.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:51 am
Lenna wasn't sure how long she had sat alone in the kitchen. Wasn't even sure she had been alone. Sometimes she seemed to space out so much she didn't even notice her sisters. But the sound of the knock seemed to drag her from her thoughts. Perhaps it was because no one had knocked on that door for five years.
Slowly she rose from the table, wondering who could be there. No one bothered them. Any one in their right mind who had heard what happened left them alone. She was starting to think she shouldn't bother answering it, but what if it was important? She had to smile at that one. Nothing was really important anymore.
Making her way into the living room, Lenna opened the front door slowly. A man stood on the front porch, probably around her older sister's age. Cautiously she looked him over, eying him from head to toe. "Can I help you?" She asked in a small voice. He looked a lot like her ex-boyfriend and that alone scared her. Something said she was going to regret it if she let this man into her house.
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 11:14 am
Lyle looked down at the small woman before him. Come to think of it, he always seemed to look down at people. The guy was six foot three without shoes on. What do you expect him to do at that height? Lyle blinked his eyes a bit and then found himself wanting to cry. This entire moment rested on whether or not she would let him inside. No, his entire life counted on it. Tears started cover his eyes and the detective dropped his box, clutching his hands over his eyes. The world wasn't thinking twice about crushing him to pieces. "I'm sorry. Its just that...I need your help." Lyle conscience beamed him in the back of the cranium. "Get a hold on yourself man!" Sighing as if to ready himself for the oncoming speech he was about to give, the detective lowered his hands to his side and opened his eyes to look at the female before him. Then came the avalanche of communication.
"I woke up today thinking I was going to grab my usual apple danish and coffee and look through the case files on my desk. While sitting down with the paper at the little shop I go to for my usual, I noted that a man in a suit was staring at me. A little irked, I put down my paper and called out to the guy. "Hey. You looking for someone around here?" A small smirk shriveled his lips and at that moment I knew he was looking for me. The strange character came over and told me if was from the government. I sighed and thought,"Only I could break a law without knowing it". But I hadn't done anything wrong. To be a tad more specific, I had done everything right, except for stepping into the shop that this morning. I was told I'd been offered the chance to work on a high priority case. Now, if there's one thing I've learned in my life its that when the government offers you something they really mean you have to take it or they'll make your life a living hell until you do. So, I took the case and was then told I'd receive everything I'd need in a box on my desk. I didn't really believe him until I walked into my office to find this box."
Lyle pointed to the box beside him and then put his finger up as if to say he needed a moment to grab something that he wanted to show her. Then he crouched down and opened the box, picking up the picture of her dead mother. Common sense told him that showing the girl her dead mother wasn't going to be the brightest idea, so he simply allowed her to see the note on the back of the picture. The light shined through the other side to reveal the faint outline of her deceased parent. ""Don't end up like her." That's what the man on the phone said to me after giving me your address. I tried to get some answers from him, but he hung up on me while I was in mid sentence. I don't know what I've gotten myself into, but I know I really didn't choose to take your case and everyone is telling me not to end up like your mother. I don't want to get shot in the head and I don't know why there'd be any reason for me to fear getting that way. You are one of the Altair sisters, correct? All I'm asking is for you to explain to me what the heck happened so that I can get my life off of the line. It sounds selfish, I know, but anyone in my position would say the same. Please try to understand how confused and paranoid I feel and let me help you so I can help myself."
No man could be more honest than Lyle at this point. All he wanted to do was live the simple life and now that's quite impossible. Silently, he hoped that she would let him inside. It would be the best outcome of this scenario. "Please, I've got two little sisters, parents, and a dog who chatters when he's happy and wheezes when he wants attention. I have a feeling I'm not the only one in trouble. Don't let them take my family and my blue haired dog away from me." His stomach jumped as his conscience scratched at him once more. "Your name!!!" Lyle wavered a little forward as if he had just dropped his pen. Then his right hand impacted his forehead...again. "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Lyle Smith, a 22 year old detective who grew up on the city's edge. I'm sorry for throwing all of this on you so quickly. Unknown people have me extremely on edge and paranoid." A nervous chuckle poked past him as he lowered his hand and tried to put on a half decent smile, without teeth. Lyle hated smiling with teeth. In fact, he didn't prefer to smile much at all. His face was usually a content expression; however, today was not the usual. Lyle wore a distressed face as he looked to the girl before him. there was nothing else he could do besides..."May I come in?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 11:29 am
His words, his entire manner shocked her. He seemed so straightforward, so truthful. He was nothing like the old detectives who had worked on their case. Lenna could see herself opening up to him, and that thought frightened her so much. Telling anyone the truth would not only get her and her sisters killed, but the man before her as well. But after all the trouble he had gone through the least she could do was offer him admittance. "Come in I suppose." Her voice was still soft and she stepped aside so he could come in. Slowly she shut the door behind him, composing herself before turning around. It had been so long since she had spoken to someone other than her sisters. This could only mean trouble she knew and she would have to be very careful with her words.
She sighed before offering the couch for him to sit on. "I understand your situation, but I do not think there is anything I can help you with." Lenna sounded almost calm, though her voice did not raise any. She was still almost whispering but none of the fear she felt came out in her voice nor showed in her features. "We told the police all we knew five years ago. There is nothing more here to find or for us to tell you. I wanted to warn you of that before you began your questioning. The only answers you'll get are the ones that have already been giving because they are the only truth." She took a seat. "I'm sorry I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Lenna, I'm the second daughter of Felicia and Luke Altair." She introduced herself kindly, not giving away anything but her name and the name of her parents. She didn't even tell him her age. He could figure that out on his own.
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 12:42 pm
Lyle carefully studied her reaction after he quickly put the picture back in his place. The last thing he wanted to hear was anything but her allowing him inside her home. It would be the first thing that happened correctly that day. Straighting his sorry looking self up, Lyle awaited her reply. It was then that he heard her agree to let him in. Lyle gave her a polite smile and nodded. It was a success! Hopefully, it would not be his last. "Thank you very much, miss." With one hand, he picked up the box and with the other hand he gripped his briefcase. Lyle stepped carefully through the door, but not before he made sure to wipe his feet clean on the mat in front of the door from the outside. It was horribly rude to bring the dirt from the outside to the inside when it could have been prevented. That was one of the many things his mother taught him when he was a young lad.
Lyle listened carefully to every word that the nameless female spoke. It was as if her speech held something that it didn't want to give away and he was going to find it. Like his little dog Ollie, the detective followed her to the couch. A little sheepish, Lyle placed the box down in front of him and his briefcase to his right. It would be some time before he flooded her with deep questions. He was only looking for the topical information. The more she talked the more she gave away. Not even a five minutes into the beautiful home and she already handed out her name to him on a silver platter. Lyle was a little shocked, himself. People usually don't offer their names to detectives. Detectives usually had to ask and most of the time they preferred to guess so as not to seem incompetent.
"Its nice to meet you, Lenna. You have a pretty name. I've never come across it before. Then again, I don't get out much and the women I see are usually in their thirties or fourties. I guess you could say I'm behind the times in the department of current names. I do have two sisters, though. They're twins, one normal and one albino. I always carry a picture of them in my wallet. The one with the white hair is Lilly and the one with the back hair is Domenica." Lyle shuffled through his coat pockets and groped the rest of his compartments until he realized that he had put his wallet in his back pocket. Pulling out the leather book, he flipped it open and pulled out the picture of his little sisters. It was a picture he had received from his mother a week ago. Lyle stood up and offered it to her to look at. "She took it while they were out walking in the snow. They usually hold eachothers hands just so that neither of them get lost or wander off alone. They're really close, but I'm still their big brother. They tell me everything all of the time. Domenica is a big talker and Lilly loves to show me all of the things she's recently made. They'd make a great business team." Happiness painted thickly over his face as he went on his long speech about his sisters. Oh how he loved them dearly. They were one of the greatest things that ever happened to him. I mean, he did have to raise them at times, but that didn't matter much now. Lyle paused for a moment and sighed, ruffling the hair at the back of his head as he looked down apologetically. "I'm sorry. I have a habit of showing my sisters to almost every girl I find myself spending time with. I'm just really proud of them. They're such treasures. That picture is a recent one. They're both 7 years old now. Aren't they just adorable?" Lyle's head flicked up and if his face were animated his eyes would be bulging pink hearts. Then his head dropped down in apology again. "Sorry. I get carried away sometimes." Lyle looked to her eyes about seven seconds later with an awkward smile. "I can't help it."
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