Realistic or Modern Wading in the Dark

[AM Gray]

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Searchers of the Lost - They are missing. Why where they taken?

For the past three years men, women, and children have been going missing all over the United States. These disappearances all seem to be connected. This was first realized when several snuff films where released on the Internet containing the dismemberment of several of the people lost. After these films where released the disappearances became more frequent. This time a card with the picture of a three headed snake printed on it was left behind at the locations where the victims were taken....

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overview


For the past three years men, women, and children have been going missing all over the United States. These disappearances all seemed to be connected. This was first realized when several snuff films were released on the internet containing the dismemberment of several of the lost people. After these films where released the disappearances became more frequent, and so did the films. This time a card with a three headed snake printed on it was left behind at the locations where the victims were taken. This was the final conformation that these disappearances were all connected.


You are someone who is in someway connected to one of the people that has gone missing. For what ever reason you decided one of the victims of this mass kidnapping was your concern. You have been looking for this person, or persons. In your search you stumbled across a website containing a message for anyone looking for the lost. The message was this.


"Dear searcher,


If you have found this message it means you are looking for those lost. You are not alone, many search for these missing peoples. This is a message trying to bring these people in search together. Please if you want to help find those lost meet together at Voodoo Needle Hotel in New Orleans Louisiana on March 20 2016 at 4:00 pm."


Though the message was strange you got the feeling this could be the real deal. You head off to this meeting. Why are you searching? Who do you need to find? Why are they gone? Come join the group of searchers of the lost and save those missing.


maps


This is the real world. When I post I will post pictures or maps of the place we are at. It starts in New Orleans so when I make the first post I will put up a picture of New Orleans.


rules


-All site rules apply.


-This is a very violent place. There will be lots of blood.


-Fade to black is aloud. Remeber though you must fade to black.


-You control your character do not try and take action if someone else or you just might get smited by god > .


- One paragraph post at least, anything else isn't worth a post.


- Do not make your character any form of law enforcement. A private detective is okay but no cops, FBI, secret service, none of that.


-You can not be someone taken, this story revolves around those searching (this doesn't mean you can't be taken later on)


-Dont be a jerk. Your character can be a jerk, but you can't be a jerk


-No supernatural stuff, this is the real world


- If you have any questions just ask me


--Try and post every day so that the role play can continue on. If you cant post that day make sure to inform me


-You cannot skip someone unless its been 4 hours since the person before them post. At which point they can be skipped. This happens each rotation.


-If you have been skipped for two days straight, and have not contacted me about being unable to post I will assume you have left the role play and remove your character.


ORDER OF POST


1.BlackRose


2.Aspiel Monreo


3.kittyspryde


4.Incognito


5.Mak


6.Sugar and Spice


7.Kawashima Thunder


8.AM Gray

 

[AM Gray]

AM Gray updated Wading in the Dark with a new update entry:


Now accepting character

I have finished the basic lay out of the role play and am now accepted characters!

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[AM Gray]

AM Gray updated Wading in the Dark with a new update entry:


yaaaay member

Thank you guys for joining. We will be starting the role play tomorrow until them I will be waiting for a couple more members. If you know anyone that wants to play a male character let them know because we only have one guy at this point and he is my character xD . Once again thank you for joining.

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Tourist buzz around the streets of this late afternoon, just as they do every afternoon in the city of New Orleans. The little shopping square is as busy as the rest of the city. It is all busy except for one oddly placed hotel in the middle of all the cloths stores and Cajun restaurants. A sign above the hotel says “Voodoo Needle”. If someone didn't look close enough they would probably miss the odd hotel within the bright signs and colorful buildings. The eroding brick has cracks and holes riddling all over. It seems as if everyone avoides this building, as if they know it isn't a place they are welcome, which is true. The man inside is waiting for a specific group of people.


If someone was so inclined and decided to walk inside the hotel they would see an interior just as ancient as its outer. The walls are made of either dark wood or brick. The floor is covered in a dusty carpet with a tribal pattern stretching its span. Strange objects hang off the wall instead of pictures, things such as a stuffed alligator head and a large African mask. The lobby is small with a check in counter to the left as soon as you walk in the door. It is an outdated system, no computers, no credit card like "keys". Instead they have a key rack and a check in book laying open on the front desk. Past this is a small square of furniture. The square consist of a dark red couch, a love seat of matching color, two dark wooden chairs, and a glass table in the center of everything.


Nick Pierce


The computer was too low for Nick to reach. The top of it barely reached his stomach, short stupid table. Who would need a table this low to the ground, Nick thought to himself. Even though it was annoying he balled up his body toward the laptop so that his hands could reach the keys. He looked strange in this position, his jacked dragged on the ground a little to much and his hair came down like a mysterious hood over his face. He didn't really have anything to type, all the information he needed was in the vanilla folder tucked in between him and the edge of the couch he was sitting on. Though this was a fact he typed random gibberish down anyway. The nervous where high, what if they didn't show up? He still had twenty minutes until four, and most people wouldn't know the city well enough to get there on time anyway. Nick knew this but was still twitching with nerves. This meeting was to important to just be passed up, did anyone even see his message?


Nick closed the laptop and put it back in its bag. He laid his head back against the couch cushion and let out a sigh “The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” he reminded himself. Tolstoy, quoting the words of a wise man always seemed to make him feel better in times like these, his worried expression stayed glued. I hope someone comes early, he thought to himself. His eyes kept turning from the ceiling to the front door, someone will come.

 

[BlackRose]

I landed in the old city of New Orleans. I arrived later on in the afternoon and checked into a hotel nearby the airport, there was no way in hell I was going to just stay at a hotel I received mysterious email about. I took my luggage up to my room refusing to accept the help of the bell hoppers. As I entered my room I saw that it was two beds instead of one. I requested to have a single bed in the room because I knew my daughter wouldn't be able to be on this trip with me. My body fell weak as I solemnly dropped myself onto the first bed. I cried for a while with memories of Autumn filling my head. "...Why..." I whispered as I curled myself into a small ball on the bed. I wished I could just disappear. I have no purpose to live if my daughter isn't here to share my time on this earth with me. I cried for quite some time before removing myself from the bed and looking over at the clock. It was 3:30 I had thirty more minutes until I had to arrive at the place the email mentioned. I began to prepare myself for whatever may come. I opened my backpack and removed my glock from the inner pouch. I packed a total of 24 magazines for this trip so I could have more than enough bullets to last me in case of an emergency. I picked up my purse and disguised my gun with receipts and other items I kept in my bag. I swapped my pair of heeled boots for a pair of white high tops. I picked up my room key and placed it in my pocket before disappearing from the hotel and appearing on the streets of New Orleans. It was different from New York but similar at the same time. The ancient town was filled with the sounds of music and happiness while I was filled with grey emotions. Not even this cheerful and colorful town could lift my spirits.


I searched for the hotel only to find it 40 minutes later. 'I'm late by about 10 minutes.' I entered the hotel that seemed as old as dirt and wandered over to the man in the Lobby. He seemed as if he were sitting on the ground so I bent down a bit and said, "Hello." Before straightening my back and beginning to roam around the old lobby. I was waiting to see if anyone else received that same unknown email or if this were just a trap for me to go missing like my beautiful daughter.


-BlackRose.

 

[Daeya]

Bailee Cox landed in the "Big Easy" just a few short minutes before three in the afternoon, where she instantly flicked the hood of her jacket over her head and rushed out to hail a cab. Keeping her eyes low on the ground, she muttered, "The Voodoo Needle," and sighed against taxi chair. "Why'd you want to go there, love?" Responded the driver, and Bailee shot an annoyed look at him through the mirror. With a laugh the bum driver pressed on the gas, sending the woman off on a crazily driven goose-chase into the bundling streets of the city. When the hotel's faded sign appeared in sight, she opened the door of the cab and threw a handful of cash in the drivers face.


This is it, this is when I will find my brother. No more searching through darkness for you, honey, Bailee thought to herself as a reassurance, then walked through the dusty old doors to find a lobby just as antique as the outside. Coughing, she waved the air in front of her face, and let the hood masking the ebony tendrils of her hair down. "H-Hello?" Bailee said in her familiar English accent, opening her eyes wide to see a room occupied by two strangers. "A-are you here because of this?" She asked, holding up a printed version of the website she had found one day while trying to dig information up about the vanishing of her twin, Alec. Carefully and with large eyes she made her way to the group, handing the paper to a slightly disheveled man, and extended a hand towards him politely.


"Bailee Cox. BBC actress." The woman introduced herself with a smile.

 

[AM Gray]

Nick Pierce


He was to young to have a heart attack, but he felt like he might. The blonde woman surprised him with her presents. He wasn't paying attention when she spoke to him and the silence had so strongly grew on him in the time he was sitting there alone. He watched as she looked around. He was about to tell her no one else was here, but before he could a British woman walked in. He almost missed her words within his excitement, people actually came. "Yes, you are in the right place." he felt insane and thought to himself, a sane man doesn't smile this big. He tried to wipe the smile from his face but he couldn't.

 

[BlackRose]

Summer observed her new surroundings she'd never seen so many crumbling buildings at once. She observed the old walls. All of this ceased when Summer heard the cheerful voice of a Brit. She looked over in the direction of the woman and replied. "I'm Summer, Summer Winds." Summer strolled over in the woman's direction and questioned, "Did you receive a email from an anonymous person as well?" Summer looked in the mans direction and noticed that he was still smiling. "Sir. I feel that you are smiling too much. It seems to me that your face will fall off and into your lap at any moment." After Summer finished stating her opinion she directed her attention back over to the Brit for but a second more as she waited for the Brits response. She began to once again observe the lobby and memorize the entire format and layout of the room, including every crack and scratch she noticed in the wall to the specks of dust and dirt that moved along the floor with every step she took.


-BlackRose.

 

[Daeya]

She nodded, withdrawing her unshaken hand into her pocket. With a tilted head she took in the man, who wore a large coat and an insane smile. Although he looked friendly and welcoming, she could see the sadness laced inside his eyes. He too, had lost someone to this terrible kidnapping spree. Quietly Bailee folded the paper back inside her purse, rummaged through it and extracted a silver tube of lipstick. As she had done it a million times before she re-applied the cosmetic, then threw it into the bag that now sat on her lap. "Yes, I found it on a website during a little investigation. It shocked me so much that I nearly had a heart attack. It's wonderful someone else is out there investigating the spree. You two are?" the woman asked towards another girl and the man, whom had acknowledged Bailee's arrival with a smile. While doing so, she removed her sunglasses and pushed them high upon her forehead. Looking back over at the man with a concerned expression, she tilted her head and laughed slightly at the maniacal grin only growing larger on his face.

 

[Aspiel Monroe]

She had flown into New Orleans about an hour ago, and the cab ride was long and smelly. The driver never seemed to shut up. Eden didn't mind his chatter for maybe the first half hour, but after that, it got exhausting. Her fingers tapped out a rhythm on her knee. It had only been a day since she left home, leaving her cello behind, but already her fingers were dying for the sensation of strings beneath them.


Looking out the window, she gasped. "Stop!" She screeched at the bus driver, and he slammed on the brakes, momentarily silent. The sign outside confirmed it: They were there. The Voodoo Needle Hotel. Where, she hoped desperately, there would be some sort of clue as to what had happened to her sister.


Eden threw open the cab door, pulling a few bills out of her wallet and shoving them into the driver's hand. He said something to her as she walked away, but she ignored it. She was a little late, it was 4:12, but she hoped it wouldn't matter. Walking into the building, she coughed at the dust that picked up as she stepped on the carpet. Looking around, Eden noticed the decorations of the walls could be described as nothing else but... Interesting. A half-full rack of keys sat on the front desk next to a check in book. She ignored it all and walked past the old desk and into a small waiting area where three other people sat. Eden stared between them, not quite sure if they were staying at the hotel or if they had stumbled across the same message she had.

 

[Daeya]

The door opened and closed with a huge bang, and Bailee jumped at the sound of it. "H-Hello," The woman said, shifting her gaze from the man and woman towards the new arrival. She stood up as the first one to welcome the new girl, offering her hand yet once again to shake. "Bailee Cox. Are you here because of the website?" Bailee asked while pulling the picture out from it's place inside of her purse, unfolding it to give the girl a look. Smiling slightly, Bailee placed the picture in the girl's hands and sat down. All of these people, each of them have a connection to the kidnappings. They've all faced the grief and depression of the loss of loved one. I figure it's a safe topic to discuss, she thought, and opened her mouth to speak.


"Brother, Alec Cox, 31. Missing after completing a work shift at the Shard." Hoping someone would understand, she looked down at her lap and awaited a reply.

 

[Aspiel Monroe]

She was a little confused at first, but when the woman with the british accent spoke, she knew what to do. She sat next to her. "Older sister. Elizabeth Lark, 27. She was supposed to meet me for coffee, but never showed up. Her coworkers said she hadn't come to work that day, either." Eden watched the Bailee woman.

 

[BlackRose]

Summer looked over at the other two women and stayed where she was as she spoke, "Daughter, Autumn Winds, 4. Abducted during a home invasion while I was working." Summer went silent after that and simply stared at the architecture of the building as she felt warm tears beginning to burn within her eyes.


-BlackRose.

 

[AM Gray]

Nick Pierce


These people Where just as him, incomplete. More importantly they where looking for their other parts. His smile became less ecstatic and more smooth. Nick stood and reached his arms out. His eyes scanned over the others. "Hello searchers of the lost. My name is Nick Pierce." his face morphed from a smile to a state of misery. His eyes searched over the carpet "Daughter, Sarah Pierce, ten. Last seen walking home from school." he hadn't talked about it in so long, his teeth tensed together in his mouth. "The video of her murder was released March twentieth 2013."

 

[BlackRose]

Summer looked over at the man and said in response to him, "I'm sorry for your lost...Are you by any chance the person who created that website?" Summer looked at the man who held deep sadness within him.


-BlackRose.

 

[Aspiel Monroe]

Eden's tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of her mouth. Her hands began to shake as she watched the man who had stood just a moment ago. No. She's not dead. She's still out there.


"I-They never got a video for Elizabeth. She's still... She's still alive." She could barely push the words out of her mouth, but Eden managed to do it.

 

[Daeya]

Bailee watched the scene unravel vividly, reading the pain on each other's faces until she realized tears had began to roll down her cheeks. Ashamed, she wiped them away and rested a hand against the newly arrived woman. "I feel the same way. I-I never got any information on how Alec was lost or.. or.. killed." The word was like acid on her tongue, causing her face to morph from a calm woman to someone who was racked by grief. She covered her eyes, taking a few soothing breaths to stop the crying. "I'm sorry. The thought of it, terrible.."

 

[Aspiel Monroe]

By now, her whole body was shaking. "She's still alive, I can feel it. I know she is. She'd fight back. Elizabeth wouldn't just give in, I know it!" Eden realized she was growing hysterical. She stood quickly, and went over to a window, opening it and leaning against the sill. Tears began to roll down her face, and she rubbed them off violently. No. She wouldn't cry. I know what happens when I cry.

 

[AM Gray]

Nick Pierce


His eyes went back up to the others in the room. His expression of anger was replaced now with calm. "For all you, you have hope that your lost ones are alive. For me I know what my daughters fate was." Nick took a deep breathe. They are just as broken as he "I made message to bring us together, to make sure that you get your loved ones back."

 

[Daeya]

The woman looked up as the woman that had a sister named Elizabeth made her way to the window, shaking tremendously. "It's okay, you don't have to stop yourself. We've all felt it." She felt somewhat responsible to settle things down, as she was the one that started the conversation of losses. Turning towards Nick, she looked at him with a polite expression. "Thank you," Bailee began, staring deep into his eyes. "For this. For bringing the victim's families together. Honestly, I was on the verge of doing horrible things until I stumbled upon the invitation."

 

[Aspiel Monroe]

The woman looked up as the woman that had a daughter named Elizabeth made her way to the window, shaking tremendously. "It's okay, you don't have to stop yourself. We've all felt it." She felt somewhat responsible to settle things down, as she was the one that started the conversation of losses. Turning towards Nick, she looked at him with a polite expression. "Thank you," Bailee began, staring deep into his eyes. "For this. For bringing the victim's families together. Honestly, I was on the verge of doing horrible things until I stumbled upon the invitation."

Older sister, not daughter. 
She whipped around, glaring angrily at the man. "I spend every single moment of the day worrying about Elizabeth. I don't know where she is, I don't know what's happened to her, I don't even know if I'll see her again! And now you come waltzing in." she yells at him. "I didn't need to be reminded, and I definitely don't need you messing around."

 

[AM Gray]

Nick Pierce


"How can I remind you of something you've never forgotten." he said his voice still calm. He sat back down on the couch and kept his eyes locked onto the anger filled eyes of the woman. He had dealt with emotions himself so often now. He understood her anger, who knew what she felt.

 

[Aspiel Monroe]

Eden opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. Her eyes flash in anger, and she strides over. With a swift flick of her hand, she smacks him across the face.

 

[BlackRose]

Summer who silently stood around witnessing everything that was going on. She walked over towards the woman and said, "Mam' it was actually you who came in here this man was already here. That's number one." Summer spoke coldly at first only for her next few words to become explosive. "Number two is that your not the only one here who is searching for someone! Everyone in this room is! And whether you like it or not no one here knows where our loved ones have gone, whether their dead or alive! Other than that man! That man who you have just slapped is trying to assist us all. So don't be so conceited and watch yourself and your words." Summer hoped that maybe the woman would finally come to her senses.


-BlackRose.

 

[Daeya]

While Nick took the path of calm, Bailee stood and made herself center in front of the woman. "You don't think, that the rest of us are feeling the same thing you are? The pain? The grief? Every single freakin' second of our lives worrying where they are and are they safe? This man," she gestured wildly towards Nick, "has offered to help you find Elizabeth and make sure she's okay. And yet you just think someone else is going to fix this? The police, haven't done anything worth a damn, have they?" Bailee was on the verge of screaming, her eyes filled with rage at this situation.

 

[Aspiel Monroe]

She glares at all of them, standing in silence for a minute. Without warning, her eyes drain of anger and she stumbles backwards into a chair. Eden puts her head in her hands, not saying anything more.