nobble
One Thousand Club
It was a little over an hour ago that each of them had woken up. Woken up in a small room, a room that they have the distinct feeling that they didn’t fall asleep in. Their mouth tasted distinctly foul like something evil had crawled up and died in there while they slept.
The room itself was small it had a small basin with a mirror hanging over it. Soap lied on the side crusted with old bubbles and past use. But it was the mirror that drew their attention most and more specifically the face that stared back at them, it wasn’t theirs, of that they were certain.
Looking back around the room they see the single bed, they awoke in, a single chair stands to its left next to the wardrobe and nightstand. Over a bricked up fireplace several books perched with a small carriage clock. It had stopped at 10:37.
Moving to the window and drawing aside the dark green curtains they stared at the street below. Their room was third floor and in a terraced town house if the view across the street reflected the building he was now in. A few people were moving around in the street below. An old man sits at one of the many tables and chairs that sit outside a café, named the Coconut Tree Café. Gingham table cloths cover the tables and the chairs are leaned against the tables. A single woman working chats to the old man while putting a full plate of food down in front of him. She is dark haired, slim wearing a patterned dark dress, glasses, stockings and dark rimmed glasses.
Turning back into the room they saw a dark suit of clothes hung over the back of the chair and they weren’t surprised when the trousers fitted them perfectly. The contents of the coat’s pockets were neatly spread over the bed in a short time and he carefully studied each item. A black leather wallet contained 50 obals in kokus, quians, sius and yens. A card that looked as though manufactured from a light metal and bearing a number, a slip of paper with what looked like a phone number on and an identity card. The face that rested on the I.D. card’s photograph was the same as the one that had stared at them from the mirror moments before….
The card stated his name was: Aaron Angelou (MisterComedy)
Personal Code: 773247
Date of Birth: 29/11/3190
Address Code: 37:CYA:5
Strata Code: 12
Retina Prints: a small metal plate sits beside the title.
The card stated his name was: Mark Lakefield (Cyl)
Personal Code: 773248
Date of Birth: 29/11/3190
Address Code: 37:CYB:5
Strata Code: 12
Retina Prints: a small metal plate sits beside the title.
The card stated his name was: Jessica Gardinia (Arynne)
Personal Code: 773249
Date of Birth: 29/11/3190
Address Code: 37:CYD:5
Strata Code: 12
Retina Prints: a small metal plate sits beside the title.
Also in the collection were a pen, two keys and a penlight torch.
It was about this time that their stomachs started to rumble, the vision of the old man eating creeps back into their mind. They had quickly put there meagre possessions back into their pockets and rushed out of their small rooms, down the stairs and across the road and they sit down in an empty table.
The main thing that plays on their collective minds is that despite the name on the identity card they hadn’t a single clue as to who they were………………
As they wait for the young woman to come across to them, they catch sight of two others sitting down at other tables. The really strange thing was they were absolutely positive that they knew the other two people, especially when their eyes meet. It was more than know them, but know them well, and some how completely trust them.
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Ok a little explaination, a bit of a collective intro to the game. The other two people you all recognise are the other two players, i.e. Arynne, sees two bearded men. Cyl and MisterComedy see a bearded man and a long haired young woman.
The room itself was small it had a small basin with a mirror hanging over it. Soap lied on the side crusted with old bubbles and past use. But it was the mirror that drew their attention most and more specifically the face that stared back at them, it wasn’t theirs, of that they were certain.
Looking back around the room they see the single bed, they awoke in, a single chair stands to its left next to the wardrobe and nightstand. Over a bricked up fireplace several books perched with a small carriage clock. It had stopped at 10:37.
Moving to the window and drawing aside the dark green curtains they stared at the street below. Their room was third floor and in a terraced town house if the view across the street reflected the building he was now in. A few people were moving around in the street below. An old man sits at one of the many tables and chairs that sit outside a café, named the Coconut Tree Café. Gingham table cloths cover the tables and the chairs are leaned against the tables. A single woman working chats to the old man while putting a full plate of food down in front of him. She is dark haired, slim wearing a patterned dark dress, glasses, stockings and dark rimmed glasses.
Turning back into the room they saw a dark suit of clothes hung over the back of the chair and they weren’t surprised when the trousers fitted them perfectly. The contents of the coat’s pockets were neatly spread over the bed in a short time and he carefully studied each item. A black leather wallet contained 50 obals in kokus, quians, sius and yens. A card that looked as though manufactured from a light metal and bearing a number, a slip of paper with what looked like a phone number on and an identity card. The face that rested on the I.D. card’s photograph was the same as the one that had stared at them from the mirror moments before….
The card stated his name was: Aaron Angelou (MisterComedy)
Personal Code: 773247
Date of Birth: 29/11/3190
Address Code: 37:CYA:5
Strata Code: 12
Retina Prints: a small metal plate sits beside the title.
The card stated his name was: Mark Lakefield (Cyl)
Personal Code: 773248
Date of Birth: 29/11/3190
Address Code: 37:CYB:5
Strata Code: 12
Retina Prints: a small metal plate sits beside the title.
The card stated his name was: Jessica Gardinia (Arynne)
Personal Code: 773249
Date of Birth: 29/11/3190
Address Code: 37:CYD:5
Strata Code: 12
Retina Prints: a small metal plate sits beside the title.
Also in the collection were a pen, two keys and a penlight torch.
It was about this time that their stomachs started to rumble, the vision of the old man eating creeps back into their mind. They had quickly put there meagre possessions back into their pockets and rushed out of their small rooms, down the stairs and across the road and they sit down in an empty table.
The main thing that plays on their collective minds is that despite the name on the identity card they hadn’t a single clue as to who they were………………
As they wait for the young woman to come across to them, they catch sight of two others sitting down at other tables. The really strange thing was they were absolutely positive that they knew the other two people, especially when their eyes meet. It was more than know them, but know them well, and some how completely trust them.
====================================================
Ok a little explaination, a bit of a collective intro to the game. The other two people you all recognise are the other two players, i.e. Arynne, sees two bearded men. Cyl and MisterComedy see a bearded man and a long haired young woman.
