Shoutaro Hidari (
sinistraljoker) wrote in
mayfield_rpg2012-03-15 09:16 pm
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Case 1: Awakening/Investigation
[Action: 3472 Erwin Road]
[Shoutaro groans as he reaches up to pull his hat off his face. He remembers falling asleep at his desk. Which at the moment is not feeling like a chair at all. Maybe Phillip and Akiko moved him?
But, moving his hand reveals not a fedora covering his face, but a starchy pillow instead. He sits up, groggily taking in the surroundings. Stark, white ceiling with....really strange-looking wallpaper. A room that he's never seen before in his life. And an even stranger woman sleeping beside him.
He, of course, takes this in his usual, Hard-Boiled stride.]
EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?
[Action: Downtown Mayfield]
[Shoutaro has (eventually) found something suitable to wear in his so-called wardrobe, including a semi-decent fedora...nowhere near as stylish as his own several. He's made his way downtown to get away from the 'people' in his house.]
This has got to be a dream. It's just got to be. What in the blazes is this place?
[No amount of posturing is going hide his anxiety, or frustration at waking up in this place. Maybe you can come over and try to calm him down a bit?]
[Shoutaro groans as he reaches up to pull his hat off his face. He remembers falling asleep at his desk. Which at the moment is not feeling like a chair at all. Maybe Phillip and Akiko moved him?
But, moving his hand reveals not a fedora covering his face, but a starchy pillow instead. He sits up, groggily taking in the surroundings. Stark, white ceiling with....really strange-looking wallpaper. A room that he's never seen before in his life. And an even stranger woman sleeping beside him.
He, of course, takes this in his usual, Hard-Boiled stride.]
EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?
[Action: Downtown Mayfield]
[Shoutaro has (eventually) found something suitable to wear in his so-called wardrobe, including a semi-decent fedora...nowhere near as stylish as his own several. He's made his way downtown to get away from the 'people' in his house.]
This has got to be a dream. It's just got to be. What in the blazes is this place?
[No amount of posturing is going hide his anxiety, or frustration at waking up in this place. Maybe you can come over and try to calm him down a bit?]