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<blockquote data-quote="Memnoch3434" data-source="post: 6021181" data-attributes="member: 6676476"><p><strong>Act 1 scene 2</strong></p><p></p><p>The party relaxed at Oscar Quinn's apartment. Letting go of their stress with a few drinks. A very flirtatious Adriana and Sal were getting close to intimate over their white lightnings, meanwhile a calm and collected Jack Thompson was going over the details of the case in his mind. No one noticed the strange taste of the liquor.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>A Refreshed Lance Caine left Oscar's home that night with purpose. He wanted to see the sewer maps to try and get into the MacAvoy's home. He decided to call Jack Thompson before work, whom humbly agreed to obtain this map.</p><p></p><p>Lance Caine was just settling down in the office when a client tapped quietly on the door.</p><p></p><p>"Come in," Lance shuffled the papers of the current case into the top desk drawer.</p><p></p><p>"Mr. Caine, I have a proposal you should find highly attractive." An aging and clearly wealthy man fell into the room. "I would like you to find an associate of mine. He went missing some time ago, and I believe he is responsible for the death of my butler."</p><p></p><p>"Who is it that you are looking for? Why do you suspect him in the death of your butler?"</p><p></p><p>"My butler Lawrence Hale is dead, I found his body behind my house this morning. Ashley Payne is the m--"</p><p></p><p>Lance immediately recognized this name from the Barton case. The mystery man who was seen leaving the Barton's study the week of the murder, the man who Helen had claimed in her diary was following him around. He shuffled through the desk drawer eagerly but hiding his emotions.</p><p></p><p>"--looking for. I won't tell you my association nor will I be doing any more for the police beyond contacting them about Lawrence's death. I do promise a kind reward should you find Mr. Payne."</p><p></p><p><em>Two birds. One stone.</em> "I think you have a deal, Mr.?"</p><p></p><p>"Schulster, Herman Schulster."</p><p></p><p>"The jeweler?"</p><p></p><p>"One and the same."</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Adriana came home to find Maxine making her breakfast.</p><p></p><p>"I'm sorry I used your eggs, I thought it might be a nice surprise for you this morning."</p><p></p><p>"Never know, It might help with this dreadful headache I have."</p><p></p><p>Adriana sat down and took a few bites of the scrambeled eggs as they slid onto the plate in front of her. Maxine was very kind. She appreciated her living here, she just wished she knew how to talk to her.</p><p></p><p>The phone rang just as Adriana had finished the eggs. "Another one? I am on my way."</p><p></p><p>"Off again so early?"</p><p></p><p>"Another murder for the book. Thank you for making the breakfast." As Adriana walked out the door, she thought she could see Maxine's shoulders roll forward with a great sigh.</p><p>***</p><p></p><p>April 8, 1930</p><p></p><p>Coroner's Report: Lawrence Hale.</p><p></p><p>Cause of Death: Drowning Or Poison.</p><p></p><p>Place of death: 6374 Maple Grove Ave. Victim's home.</p><p></p><p>Things of note:</p><p>Victim appears to be repeatedly drown and and let breathe over the course of an hour.</p><p>Post-mortem stab wounds.</p><p>Symbols written on the hands, one symbol matches another on Helen Barton. The other appears to be new.</p><p>Hand placement slightly different than Barton. One hand is still above another farther out.</p><p>Victim appears to be diabetic.</p><p>No Signs of a struggle.</p><p>Words "John 19:23" Left on victim's legs.</p><p></p><p>Signed: Dr. Oscar Quinn.</p><p> </p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Oscar Quinn was quietly working at the lab performing an autopsy as usual, when the phone rang.</p><p></p><p>"Hello...ah yes, Mr. Caine...I don't recall much about the 4 Humors, old quackery and frankly I am glad we don't bleed people any more...Something about a balance between fluids, but we know that more than 4 exist...Payne was interested? I haven't the slightest why...Yes if he was trained in medicine I am sure he would not be at the Library doing research on it....I am sorry I could not be of further assistance...And you as well." Oscar quietly hung up the phone. Four humors? Such a strange topic...</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>After Adriana left the scene, she went to talk to Elaine Barton again. She found her at home.</p><p></p><p>"Mrs. Barton, do you recall anything at all about Frank Bulheuis?"</p><p></p><p>"I know he was abusive tword my Helen, but that is all I know."</p><p></p><p>Mortimer Barton stormed out the door, after shooting Adriana a look that would have made a gorgon turn to stone.</p><p></p><p>"Why the cold stare from your husband?" Adriana had a look of confusion.</p><p></p><p>"Mortimer does not take kindly to strong, opinionated women. Did you forget about giving him a piece of your mind already?" The events of the day before had made that ordeal seem like nothing. It did happen, but it certainly did not seem significant today.</p><p></p><p>"Just a few more questions if you would, Why are you so certain Ashley Payne is the one that was stalking your daughter?"</p><p></p><p>"He fit the description she gave me</p><p></p><p>"Mrs. Barton, why don't you trust the police?"</p><p></p><p>"My sister was raped by 5 police officers. No one helped her. No one looked into it. It's all about who watches the watchmen, you know?"</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"There we go," Jack Thompson finished picking the lock on the door. He and Sal looked into the immaculate home of Herman Schulster. They removed their shoes and began looking for evidence. They moved silently like rats, though Lance wondered why the table still seemed to shake as Sal walked.</p><p></p><p>A feeling of being pulled back like a rubber band overcame them. In a familiar yet hazy state they found themselves staring at the party members that had gone off hours earlier. They stood above Lawrence Hale, and in the nearby distance, a purple smoke rose just above the ground. Out of it slowly stepped a long armed creature. It looked like a bat, but for the dense blue ooze covering is exposed bones. It snarled at them with all the fervor of an angry dog. It's strangely long tongue curved in midair, with razor sharp points pointing inward to its mouth. The orange fluid that dripped out of the end looked quite terrible to ingest.</p><p></p><p>Shots were fired as the horrifying thing walked again into purple smoke. Adriana ran into the smoke after it. A sqeak of fear was heard as champ scrambled to get away from the crawling creature. "Aim for its shoulders!" Oscar cried to the others. </p><p></p><p>Adriana and the creature appeared in almost the same place, Adriana clearly shaken. She ran from it as Jack unloaded both barrels of the guns he wielded, Striking Sal right in the leg, but hitting the creature in the chest. If it even had one. The creature charged into Lance, lashing its tongue across his cheek. He placed the barrel of the gun directly into the beasts shoulder and fired. The beast howled as its leg severed from its body, ripping flesh from Lance's cheek.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Adriana went back the the Barton's she waited to see herself enter or exit the home. She waited for an hour and never saw anyone leave. Other than Mortimer. She was greatly confused on the events of the day. The things she saw beyond the purple smoke were even more terrifying than she could have imagined. Were there more? She had to know.</p><p></p><p>She rushed to the hospital where Melissa was held. Melissa was drawing a blue circle.</p><p></p><p>"Good Job, you killed it." Melissa did not look up to see Adriana was there.</p><p></p><p>Adriana was met with surprise. "What was that thing?"</p><p></p><p>"The hound? More Hounds, two more. Follow you into dreams. Not human."</p><p></p><p>"What do you mean follow into dreams?"</p><p></p><p>"Hunt you in nightmares. Hunt you in dreams."</p><p></p><p>Melissa took a new piece of paper out. She began to draw a circle with arms and legs. She pointed at the circle. "You." She then began to draw a stick figure, with ribs. "Them. Them want to know why. WHY? Adrianna, WHY!?"</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Lance decided that he should get a last known address for Payne and scope the place out. He called Thompson's office with the info, while Sal was explaining the shots that were fired in the field.</p><p></p><p>"Coyotes were coming for the body and we didn't want them ruining the evidence."</p><p></p><p>"Coyotes eh? Poor things mus' ta been starvin'." O'brien mused quietly.</p><p>"I guess I understand boys, good work." The door shut quietly behind him.</p><p></p><p>Sal buried his hands in his face, he read the note left in the car "Al Brown. 9pm. Chicago Inn and Suite."</p><p></p><p>"Sal, looks like Payne is up on green street, outskirts of town, lets meet Caine there." Thompson got up and grabbed his hat. As they left the office Adriana crossed their path. Sal grabbed her arm.</p><p></p><p>"C'mon dame, you handle yourself pretty good out there, lets show you how we make arrests." </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The barn appeared abandoned to Oscar. <em>This Payne fellow may be dangerous but I cannot be certain he even did anything.</em> Jack shouted something about a table and trap door. Adriana, Jack and Sal flung the doors to the barn open. Sal began to shout. Through all the Commotion Oscar could not be certain what was happening. Then Jack was being pulled down slowly. The pillar of black flesh reminded him of condensed muscle matter, but one could see the ooze from here. Shots were fired as Sal began to fire between Jack's legs.</p><p></p><p>Lance had been ready with his Rifle from a distant position. He waved Oscar over to spot him. Jack tore himself free of the fleshy pillar, but looked around in confusion. Then it jumped. It resembled a spider, with with many legs, but the teeth were something finger-like. Its mouth under the black protrusion. It's wretched body swam through the dirt. Oscar realized that it was vulnerable where the fleshy pillar met the backside of the spider. He told Lance to fire at it. The bullet pierced the air, a direct hit as the fleshy pillar slumped over. Sal Fired a shot directly into it's center, killing the beast.</p><p></p><p>When it was dead Jack looked directly at it, Screeching "MY GOD IT WAS ON ME."</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>At a Chicago Hotel, Al Brown met with Sal Nitti.</p><p></p><p>"Nitti, I got a little problem see." Brown "A man named Richard Hurst is getting a little too personal for my likes. I'd Like you to throw him off the trail, see?"</p><p></p><p>"How so?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, ya see they got a bit of information on my...Taxes. Ain't been properly taken care of. He also has a bit of information on my involvment in a certain...Valentine's Incident. You know the drill, make sure this goes away and the rewards are great."</p><p></p><p>"Understood. Can you do me a solid?"</p><p></p><p>"What's that?"</p><p></p><p>"I need to meet Frank Bulhueis."</p><p></p><p>"I'll pull some strings and arrange the meeting with the Della Vitus, I will take a refusal as personal insult."</p><p></p><p>"Al." Sal put out his hand.</p><p></p><p>"Good seein' ya Sal, don' be a stranger ah?" Al shook his hand.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Adriana came home from Oscar's house to find Maxine Kingston dead on the floor. Her hands were above her head, and bloodied. A familiar symbol was laid in the hand above her head...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Memnoch3434, post: 6021181, member: 6676476"] [b]Act 1 scene 2[/b] The party relaxed at Oscar Quinn's apartment. Letting go of their stress with a few drinks. A very flirtatious Adriana and Sal were getting close to intimate over their white lightnings, meanwhile a calm and collected Jack Thompson was going over the details of the case in his mind. No one noticed the strange taste of the liquor. * * * A Refreshed Lance Caine left Oscar's home that night with purpose. He wanted to see the sewer maps to try and get into the MacAvoy's home. He decided to call Jack Thompson before work, whom humbly agreed to obtain this map. Lance Caine was just settling down in the office when a client tapped quietly on the door. "Come in," Lance shuffled the papers of the current case into the top desk drawer. "Mr. Caine, I have a proposal you should find highly attractive." An aging and clearly wealthy man fell into the room. "I would like you to find an associate of mine. He went missing some time ago, and I believe he is responsible for the death of my butler." "Who is it that you are looking for? Why do you suspect him in the death of your butler?" "My butler Lawrence Hale is dead, I found his body behind my house this morning. Ashley Payne is the m--" Lance immediately recognized this name from the Barton case. The mystery man who was seen leaving the Barton's study the week of the murder, the man who Helen had claimed in her diary was following him around. He shuffled through the desk drawer eagerly but hiding his emotions. "--looking for. I won't tell you my association nor will I be doing any more for the police beyond contacting them about Lawrence's death. I do promise a kind reward should you find Mr. Payne." [I]Two birds. One stone.[/I] "I think you have a deal, Mr.?" "Schulster, Herman Schulster." "The jeweler?" "One and the same." *** Adriana came home to find Maxine making her breakfast. "I'm sorry I used your eggs, I thought it might be a nice surprise for you this morning." "Never know, It might help with this dreadful headache I have." Adriana sat down and took a few bites of the scrambeled eggs as they slid onto the plate in front of her. Maxine was very kind. She appreciated her living here, she just wished she knew how to talk to her. The phone rang just as Adriana had finished the eggs. "Another one? I am on my way." "Off again so early?" "Another murder for the book. Thank you for making the breakfast." As Adriana walked out the door, she thought she could see Maxine's shoulders roll forward with a great sigh. *** April 8, 1930 Coroner's Report: Lawrence Hale. Cause of Death: Drowning Or Poison. Place of death: 6374 Maple Grove Ave. Victim's home. Things of note: Victim appears to be repeatedly drown and and let breathe over the course of an hour. Post-mortem stab wounds. Symbols written on the hands, one symbol matches another on Helen Barton. The other appears to be new. Hand placement slightly different than Barton. One hand is still above another farther out. Victim appears to be diabetic. No Signs of a struggle. Words "John 19:23" Left on victim's legs. Signed: Dr. Oscar Quinn. *** Oscar Quinn was quietly working at the lab performing an autopsy as usual, when the phone rang. "Hello...ah yes, Mr. Caine...I don't recall much about the 4 Humors, old quackery and frankly I am glad we don't bleed people any more...Something about a balance between fluids, but we know that more than 4 exist...Payne was interested? I haven't the slightest why...Yes if he was trained in medicine I am sure he would not be at the Library doing research on it....I am sorry I could not be of further assistance...And you as well." Oscar quietly hung up the phone. Four humors? Such a strange topic... *** After Adriana left the scene, she went to talk to Elaine Barton again. She found her at home. "Mrs. Barton, do you recall anything at all about Frank Bulheuis?" "I know he was abusive tword my Helen, but that is all I know." Mortimer Barton stormed out the door, after shooting Adriana a look that would have made a gorgon turn to stone. "Why the cold stare from your husband?" Adriana had a look of confusion. "Mortimer does not take kindly to strong, opinionated women. Did you forget about giving him a piece of your mind already?" The events of the day before had made that ordeal seem like nothing. It did happen, but it certainly did not seem significant today. "Just a few more questions if you would, Why are you so certain Ashley Payne is the one that was stalking your daughter?" "He fit the description she gave me "Mrs. Barton, why don't you trust the police?" "My sister was raped by 5 police officers. No one helped her. No one looked into it. It's all about who watches the watchmen, you know?" *** "There we go," Jack Thompson finished picking the lock on the door. He and Sal looked into the immaculate home of Herman Schulster. They removed their shoes and began looking for evidence. They moved silently like rats, though Lance wondered why the table still seemed to shake as Sal walked. A feeling of being pulled back like a rubber band overcame them. In a familiar yet hazy state they found themselves staring at the party members that had gone off hours earlier. They stood above Lawrence Hale, and in the nearby distance, a purple smoke rose just above the ground. Out of it slowly stepped a long armed creature. It looked like a bat, but for the dense blue ooze covering is exposed bones. It snarled at them with all the fervor of an angry dog. It's strangely long tongue curved in midair, with razor sharp points pointing inward to its mouth. The orange fluid that dripped out of the end looked quite terrible to ingest. Shots were fired as the horrifying thing walked again into purple smoke. Adriana ran into the smoke after it. A sqeak of fear was heard as champ scrambled to get away from the crawling creature. "Aim for its shoulders!" Oscar cried to the others. Adriana and the creature appeared in almost the same place, Adriana clearly shaken. She ran from it as Jack unloaded both barrels of the guns he wielded, Striking Sal right in the leg, but hitting the creature in the chest. If it even had one. The creature charged into Lance, lashing its tongue across his cheek. He placed the barrel of the gun directly into the beasts shoulder and fired. The beast howled as its leg severed from its body, ripping flesh from Lance's cheek. *** Adriana went back the the Barton's she waited to see herself enter or exit the home. She waited for an hour and never saw anyone leave. Other than Mortimer. She was greatly confused on the events of the day. The things she saw beyond the purple smoke were even more terrifying than she could have imagined. Were there more? She had to know. She rushed to the hospital where Melissa was held. Melissa was drawing a blue circle. "Good Job, you killed it." Melissa did not look up to see Adriana was there. Adriana was met with surprise. "What was that thing?" "The hound? More Hounds, two more. Follow you into dreams. Not human." "What do you mean follow into dreams?" "Hunt you in nightmares. Hunt you in dreams." Melissa took a new piece of paper out. She began to draw a circle with arms and legs. She pointed at the circle. "You." She then began to draw a stick figure, with ribs. "Them. Them want to know why. WHY? Adrianna, WHY!?" *** Lance decided that he should get a last known address for Payne and scope the place out. He called Thompson's office with the info, while Sal was explaining the shots that were fired in the field. "Coyotes were coming for the body and we didn't want them ruining the evidence." "Coyotes eh? Poor things mus' ta been starvin'." O'brien mused quietly. "I guess I understand boys, good work." The door shut quietly behind him. Sal buried his hands in his face, he read the note left in the car "Al Brown. 9pm. Chicago Inn and Suite." "Sal, looks like Payne is up on green street, outskirts of town, lets meet Caine there." Thompson got up and grabbed his hat. As they left the office Adriana crossed their path. Sal grabbed her arm. "C'mon dame, you handle yourself pretty good out there, lets show you how we make arrests." *** The barn appeared abandoned to Oscar. [I]This Payne fellow may be dangerous but I cannot be certain he even did anything.[/I] Jack shouted something about a table and trap door. Adriana, Jack and Sal flung the doors to the barn open. Sal began to shout. Through all the Commotion Oscar could not be certain what was happening. Then Jack was being pulled down slowly. The pillar of black flesh reminded him of condensed muscle matter, but one could see the ooze from here. Shots were fired as Sal began to fire between Jack's legs. Lance had been ready with his Rifle from a distant position. He waved Oscar over to spot him. Jack tore himself free of the fleshy pillar, but looked around in confusion. Then it jumped. It resembled a spider, with with many legs, but the teeth were something finger-like. Its mouth under the black protrusion. It's wretched body swam through the dirt. Oscar realized that it was vulnerable where the fleshy pillar met the backside of the spider. He told Lance to fire at it. The bullet pierced the air, a direct hit as the fleshy pillar slumped over. Sal Fired a shot directly into it's center, killing the beast. When it was dead Jack looked directly at it, Screeching "MY GOD IT WAS ON ME." *** At a Chicago Hotel, Al Brown met with Sal Nitti. "Nitti, I got a little problem see." Brown "A man named Richard Hurst is getting a little too personal for my likes. I'd Like you to throw him off the trail, see?" "How so?" "Well, ya see they got a bit of information on my...Taxes. Ain't been properly taken care of. He also has a bit of information on my involvment in a certain...Valentine's Incident. You know the drill, make sure this goes away and the rewards are great." "Understood. Can you do me a solid?" "What's that?" "I need to meet Frank Bulhueis." "I'll pull some strings and arrange the meeting with the Della Vitus, I will take a refusal as personal insult." "Al." Sal put out his hand. "Good seein' ya Sal, don' be a stranger ah?" Al shook his hand. *** Adriana came home from Oscar's house to find Maxine Kingston dead on the floor. Her hands were above her head, and bloodied. A familiar symbol was laid in the hand above her head... [/QUOTE]
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