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Emmellines Odd Encounter Sr Lucas 241010
In an idyllic small town seemingly pulled straight from a storybook, Emmelline Cross finds herself entangled in a concerning mystery far from the mundane choice of dining tables for her kitchen. Tasked with checking in on a missing co-worker, Jewels, Emmelline’s casual evening morphs into an unsettling adventure. Upon arriving at Jewels' home, she discovers the door ajar and signs of a possible struggle within. The once tranquil ambiance shifts as she sends a quick update to a friend and dials 911, stepping out of the potentially compromised abode to wait for law enforcement, detailing her findings to the dispatcher with an urgency underscored by the grim scene before her.
The arrival of a sheriff's deputy does little to alleviate the tension. His demeanor and responses strike Emmelline as peculiar, almost as if extracting from a poorly scripted drama. After a brief conversation filled with vague assurances and dismissal, Emmelline is left with more questions than answers. Her instincts scream that something is amiss, not just with Jewels' disappearance but with the entire situation, including the law enforcement response. The deputy’s lack of interest in conducting a thorough investigation propels Emmelline’s suspicion about the broader mysteries plaguing her small town. As she stands outside Jewels' house, now more isolated than before, the tangible shift from her once peaceful life to this nexus of ambiguity and danger looms large, marking the beginning of an unforeseen chapter in her once uneventful existence.
(Emmelline's odd encounter(SRLucas):SRLucas)
[Wed Oct 9 2024]
In a well-appointed kitchen with an exposed brick interior
Dark graphite tile comeplements ecru-stained cabinetry and high-end stainless steel appliances. The exposed brick of the exterior wall serves as a focal point to an array of herbs blooming from tiny planters mounted upon a vertically scaled spicerack. Natural lighting floods in from narrow windows set high within the walls in the day time, while black pendant lighting fixtures illuminates the interior in the evenings.
It is after dusk, about 61F(16C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a first quarter moon.
(Your target's been contacted to help find a civilian who's become lost in the woods.
)
Emmelline is standing in the middle of a pretty empty kitchen, clearly pondering something. She looks at her phone, a picture of a dining table on the screen, clearly trying to invisage if it is the kind of table she wants in the space.
Standing about in her kitchen, Emmelline is in the process right now of determining whether or not the space in her kitchen 'likes' this table, or 'loves' the table in the picture she's using for comparison. Things are all as normal, though there's never quite enough of that around this small town. Whether Emmelline knows it or not, things here are not always what they seem. Her phone will make a sound, or perhaps even an answering machine if she's one of those vintage types. A message from one of her co-workers at Rosie's Diner. "Em? Listen, Jewels didn't show up for work today and you know .. some of us are a bit worried. We know you're off and we're wondering if you could take a look or stop by his house?" The message will provide an address, and even a few places that she might find them, if she chooses to help.
Jewels, a long-time friend of Emmelline's co-workers, had vanished without a trace. Sometimes these things happen, and what can you do? But now the woman is left with a bit of a choice? Not to worry over her own co-worker's wellness, or take the high road even though it might impress upon her day?
Emmelline makes a grumbly noise as she receives a text. She quickly types back, "Have you tried calling him? You know Jewels, he sometimes just plain forgets he's on shift, till one of us texts him. Then ends up showing up like half an hour late."
If only things were so easy. A message comes backs after a couple of terse minutes pass: He was supposed to be in this morning, and nobody's seen him all day. "You're the only one who's texted back at all. It would really mean the world to me" It seems like more usual measures have at least been tried before this friend resorted to the call everyone on the store roster option.
"Ah fuck," Emmelline texts back, sighing as she does so. "All right, but I swear if he's asleep at home, I'm not responsible for my actions. You are aware, I'm the only one who doesn't have a bloody car yeah? I mean as far as I'm aware. All right, off now, text you when I know anything." With that, she pockets her phone and walks out.
Stepping out of her apartment and into the alleway, it's a short trip around the side and past the drive-through ATM to get out to main street. The address provided isn't far but it'll be a short walk in some brisk weather. The sky is overcast and as Emmelline starts heading south down Main, those clouds will start to roll in a little heavier, the air picking up a bit of autumn chill. Past the thrift store, and To-Go furniture comes and goes as she makes her way to the southern end. Here, she can see a few blocks further south down the lane a small place. That's the address. Approaching, there's no car in the driveway.
"Of all the people who could drive," Emmelline says chuckling to herself as she walks towards the aforementioned house, "she chooses the chick with no car. Figures," she says, seeming more amused than anything, the brisk air clearing away any discontent she might have had earlier. As she approaches the house and there doesn't seem to be a car, she makes a "Hmm," noise, before taking out her phone. She texts, "His car isn't in the driveway. Wonder if he's gone off with his girlfriend somewhere. Probably forgot about work. Going to see if he's in anyways." With that sent, she approaches the front stoop and knocks on the door.
Knocking on the front door .... causes it to swing open. Well, that's certainly not your expected result. Stranger still, peering inside or even just glancing - one can see potential signs of a struggle. OR the place is just REALLY a mess. Still, the door being ajar isnt' exactly a great sign to start things off. The knock doesn't bring anyone to immediate attention however, as the house remains silent but for its echo as Emmelline considers what to do next.
Emmelline takes a slow cautious step inside, only to get a better look at the place. She stays in the doorway, not proceeding any further. "Hello?," she calls out. "Julius mate, you in?" As she does so, she tries to get a good look at the place in an attempt to figure out what's happened.
Still no answer here. Stepping inside, it seems definitely like this is more on the side of a disturbance versus a messy house. The table's been turned over, and a potted plant has been careened halfway across the living room space leaving a trail of dust and miracle grow beads all over the carpet. Drawers ripped out, papers flung every which way it's a sight. Furthermore, it might now be a crime scene.
'Oh that's officially not good," Emmelline says, as she takes out her phone and dials 911. As she does so, she steps out of the doorway and out of the house, leaving the door as she found it. She looks around, clearly unsettled. She stands sideways. So that her profile is to the door, as well as the street. perhaps trying to keep an eye on both, lest something sneak up on her."
This probably seems like the wisest idea, all things considered. Dialing the call, Emmelline will find that it takes a few moments for someone to answer. More than a few moments. When they do, the voice on the other side is almost bored as it speaks out. "Sherrif's department what's your emergency?" You can almost hear the gum chewing that no doubt occurs on the other side of the phone, envision the deadened eyes of a receptionist who's been doing the same job for too many years and not enough pay.
"Hello, this is Emmelline Cross I'm standing out side of 12 main street," Emmelline says, "I came here to check up on a coworker of mine. I received a text today, saying that he never turned up for his shift, and that no one has heard from him all day. His place seems completely like someone turned it inside out, a possible robbery. I'm not sure honestly, it seems like there might have been a struggle. His car is gone and all." As she speaks, she also manages to type out a quick text to the friend who had originally texted her. "Doesn't look good, on with the police now.'"
The voice on the other end almost sounds like they'd rather be anywhere else but taking this phone call, which is a little bit strange even for even the most podunk of dispatches. "Yeah ... alright. We'll send a unit over. Stick around until they show up." CLICK. She doesn't even bother to take extra information or an intial call statement! That's almost as fishy as the house, but Emmelline won't have too much time to ponder over it in the long run because soon enough she'll see a black and white or blue and white of the Sherrif's department come turning around the corner up the northern end of the block and making its way toward the house.
"that's... unusual," Emmelline says, definitely seeming concerned. As the car pulls up, her suspicion levels rise a little further. Rather than remaining in plain sight, she hides in the shrubbery near the door, watching to see who emerges from the vehicle. As she does so, she simultaneously tried to catch the license plate or tag of the vehicle. Regardless of whether she is successful at this last endeavor or not, she texts to her friend, "Look I'm a little worried. If I go missing, just remember I'm at Julius's," making sure to resend the address she's at as well. Should she be successful at collecting the plate number before the car pulls up, she would text that to her friend as well, with a note saying, "Just in case, that's the car details."
As Emmelline makes some wise, girl out here living life choices about not trusting the POE-LEECE.. she'll spot the car as it arrives. It is an officer's car, complete with lights and the usual setup you'd expect to see through the windows. The man who steps out also wears a uniform, emblazoned with the Sherrif's department logo and a deputy badge. The man looks around, because he is expecting someone to be waiting but when he doesn't spot Emmelline, there's a pause after which the so-called cop shrugs his shoulders and steps into the house and Emmelline loses sight of them. Now as long as she doesn't make any noise in the bushes, she should be fine. Or she can go check out what the cop is up to.
"Oh logit," Emmelline says more to herself than anything. As the cop makes for the door, she attempts to catch sight of his badge, seeing if she's able to get his badge number. Provided that she can make out it is a genuine badge, she emerges from the hiding spot. She knows better however, than to sneak up behind a cop, most likely carrying a weapon and so announces herself. "Hello!," she calls out. "I'm sorry, I was just worried. The person who answered my call said it'd be awhile, and well... they didn't even take a proper statement from me, so I was a little worried. You'll understand once you see the state the place is in."
Hearing the woman's voice calling out, Emmelline will soon see the sight of officer coming back around from a hallway further into the house and toward the front door. "Yeah I can see that alright" comes a Boston accent as the Deputy makes his way to Emmelline. "Well, I wouldn't worry about that too much. If it's something to look into, we'll get in touch but sometimes these things turn out to be pranks or just somebody decides to up and move out of town. Small town life just ain't for everyone." The deputy has that ... movie cop feel. Liek someone PLAYING at being a cop almost. The badge is real though, and so is the uniform. "Now, what'd you see exactly?" The deputy asks, taking out a notepad. His eyes watch Emmelline very sharply, paying close attention to what she says next.
Emmelline looks rather unsure at the officer's words. "Um sir," she says at last, "if you saw what I did, you'd know that isn't someone just moving out. I'm no officer," she goes on, "but even I can tell there was either a rather poorly organized robbery, or a struggle." At the officer's question, she shakes her head. "Nothing at all," she replies easily. 'I got a text from a colleague, saying as the bloke hasn't shown up for work all day, and hasn't replied to any phone calls or messages. Could I come and check it out, as no one else was able to get away. So I hot footed over here. The door was already ajar," she goes on, "when I knocked on it. I saw the state the place was in, and rang you lot.""
"Hrm, so you did enter the house?" This deputy asks, and for a moment it seems like he might be trying to turn things around onto Emmelline How's that for gratitude? But then he's waving it off. "Alright. Well, we've got the report on file now for the incident call. Here's the card to the main office if you think of any new details, alright?" Except there wasn't a report, she never got to make one. And now's she being hustled away from the porch and toward the driveway by this guy who's pratically shoving a business card (legit looking) into their hand! The officer returns into the house, and shuts the door. Emmelline is left outside to wonder what exactly the heck is going on in this town.
The arrival of a sheriff's deputy does little to alleviate the tension. His demeanor and responses strike Emmelline as peculiar, almost as if extracting from a poorly scripted drama. After a brief conversation filled with vague assurances and dismissal, Emmelline is left with more questions than answers. Her instincts scream that something is amiss, not just with Jewels' disappearance but with the entire situation, including the law enforcement response. The deputy’s lack of interest in conducting a thorough investigation propels Emmelline’s suspicion about the broader mysteries plaguing her small town. As she stands outside Jewels' house, now more isolated than before, the tangible shift from her once peaceful life to this nexus of ambiguity and danger looms large, marking the beginning of an unforeseen chapter in her once uneventful existence.
(Emmelline's odd encounter(SRLucas):SRLucas)
[Wed Oct 9 2024]
In a well-appointed kitchen with an exposed brick interior
Dark graphite tile comeplements ecru-stained cabinetry and high-end stainless steel appliances. The exposed brick of the exterior wall serves as a focal point to an array of herbs blooming from tiny planters mounted upon a vertically scaled spicerack. Natural lighting floods in from narrow windows set high within the walls in the day time, while black pendant lighting fixtures illuminates the interior in the evenings.
It is after dusk, about 61F(16C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a first quarter moon.
(Your target's been contacted to help find a civilian who's become lost in the woods.
)
Emmelline is standing in the middle of a pretty empty kitchen, clearly pondering something. She looks at her phone, a picture of a dining table on the screen, clearly trying to invisage if it is the kind of table she wants in the space.
Standing about in her kitchen, Emmelline is in the process right now of determining whether or not the space in her kitchen 'likes' this table, or 'loves' the table in the picture she's using for comparison. Things are all as normal, though there's never quite enough of that around this small town. Whether Emmelline knows it or not, things here are not always what they seem. Her phone will make a sound, or perhaps even an answering machine if she's one of those vintage types. A message from one of her co-workers at Rosie's Diner. "Em? Listen, Jewels didn't show up for work today and you know .. some of us are a bit worried. We know you're off and we're wondering if you could take a look or stop by his house?" The message will provide an address, and even a few places that she might find them, if she chooses to help.
Jewels, a long-time friend of Emmelline's co-workers, had vanished without a trace. Sometimes these things happen, and what can you do? But now the woman is left with a bit of a choice? Not to worry over her own co-worker's wellness, or take the high road even though it might impress upon her day?
Emmelline makes a grumbly noise as she receives a text. She quickly types back, "Have you tried calling him? You know Jewels, he sometimes just plain forgets he's on shift, till one of us texts him. Then ends up showing up like half an hour late."
If only things were so easy. A message comes backs after a couple of terse minutes pass: He was supposed to be in this morning, and nobody's seen him all day. "You're the only one who's texted back at all. It would really mean the world to me" It seems like more usual measures have at least been tried before this friend resorted to the call everyone on the store roster option.
"Ah fuck," Emmelline texts back, sighing as she does so. "All right, but I swear if he's asleep at home, I'm not responsible for my actions. You are aware, I'm the only one who doesn't have a bloody car yeah? I mean as far as I'm aware. All right, off now, text you when I know anything." With that, she pockets her phone and walks out.
Stepping out of her apartment and into the alleway, it's a short trip around the side and past the drive-through ATM to get out to main street. The address provided isn't far but it'll be a short walk in some brisk weather. The sky is overcast and as Emmelline starts heading south down Main, those clouds will start to roll in a little heavier, the air picking up a bit of autumn chill. Past the thrift store, and To-Go furniture comes and goes as she makes her way to the southern end. Here, she can see a few blocks further south down the lane a small place. That's the address. Approaching, there's no car in the driveway.
"Of all the people who could drive," Emmelline says chuckling to herself as she walks towards the aforementioned house, "she chooses the chick with no car. Figures," she says, seeming more amused than anything, the brisk air clearing away any discontent she might have had earlier. As she approaches the house and there doesn't seem to be a car, she makes a "Hmm," noise, before taking out her phone. She texts, "His car isn't in the driveway. Wonder if he's gone off with his girlfriend somewhere. Probably forgot about work. Going to see if he's in anyways." With that sent, she approaches the front stoop and knocks on the door.
Knocking on the front door .... causes it to swing open. Well, that's certainly not your expected result. Stranger still, peering inside or even just glancing - one can see potential signs of a struggle. OR the place is just REALLY a mess. Still, the door being ajar isnt' exactly a great sign to start things off. The knock doesn't bring anyone to immediate attention however, as the house remains silent but for its echo as Emmelline considers what to do next.
Emmelline takes a slow cautious step inside, only to get a better look at the place. She stays in the doorway, not proceeding any further. "Hello?," she calls out. "Julius mate, you in?" As she does so, she tries to get a good look at the place in an attempt to figure out what's happened.
Still no answer here. Stepping inside, it seems definitely like this is more on the side of a disturbance versus a messy house. The table's been turned over, and a potted plant has been careened halfway across the living room space leaving a trail of dust and miracle grow beads all over the carpet. Drawers ripped out, papers flung every which way it's a sight. Furthermore, it might now be a crime scene.
'Oh that's officially not good," Emmelline says, as she takes out her phone and dials 911. As she does so, she steps out of the doorway and out of the house, leaving the door as she found it. She looks around, clearly unsettled. She stands sideways. So that her profile is to the door, as well as the street. perhaps trying to keep an eye on both, lest something sneak up on her."
This probably seems like the wisest idea, all things considered. Dialing the call, Emmelline will find that it takes a few moments for someone to answer. More than a few moments. When they do, the voice on the other side is almost bored as it speaks out. "Sherrif's department what's your emergency?" You can almost hear the gum chewing that no doubt occurs on the other side of the phone, envision the deadened eyes of a receptionist who's been doing the same job for too many years and not enough pay.
"Hello, this is Emmelline Cross I'm standing out side of 12 main street," Emmelline says, "I came here to check up on a coworker of mine. I received a text today, saying that he never turned up for his shift, and that no one has heard from him all day. His place seems completely like someone turned it inside out, a possible robbery. I'm not sure honestly, it seems like there might have been a struggle. His car is gone and all." As she speaks, she also manages to type out a quick text to the friend who had originally texted her. "Doesn't look good, on with the police now.'"
The voice on the other end almost sounds like they'd rather be anywhere else but taking this phone call, which is a little bit strange even for even the most podunk of dispatches. "Yeah ... alright. We'll send a unit over. Stick around until they show up." CLICK. She doesn't even bother to take extra information or an intial call statement! That's almost as fishy as the house, but Emmelline won't have too much time to ponder over it in the long run because soon enough she'll see a black and white or blue and white of the Sherrif's department come turning around the corner up the northern end of the block and making its way toward the house.
"that's... unusual," Emmelline says, definitely seeming concerned. As the car pulls up, her suspicion levels rise a little further. Rather than remaining in plain sight, she hides in the shrubbery near the door, watching to see who emerges from the vehicle. As she does so, she simultaneously tried to catch the license plate or tag of the vehicle. Regardless of whether she is successful at this last endeavor or not, she texts to her friend, "Look I'm a little worried. If I go missing, just remember I'm at Julius's," making sure to resend the address she's at as well. Should she be successful at collecting the plate number before the car pulls up, she would text that to her friend as well, with a note saying, "Just in case, that's the car details."
As Emmelline makes some wise, girl out here living life choices about not trusting the POE-LEECE.. she'll spot the car as it arrives. It is an officer's car, complete with lights and the usual setup you'd expect to see through the windows. The man who steps out also wears a uniform, emblazoned with the Sherrif's department logo and a deputy badge. The man looks around, because he is expecting someone to be waiting but when he doesn't spot Emmelline, there's a pause after which the so-called cop shrugs his shoulders and steps into the house and Emmelline loses sight of them. Now as long as she doesn't make any noise in the bushes, she should be fine. Or she can go check out what the cop is up to.
"Oh logit," Emmelline says more to herself than anything. As the cop makes for the door, she attempts to catch sight of his badge, seeing if she's able to get his badge number. Provided that she can make out it is a genuine badge, she emerges from the hiding spot. She knows better however, than to sneak up behind a cop, most likely carrying a weapon and so announces herself. "Hello!," she calls out. "I'm sorry, I was just worried. The person who answered my call said it'd be awhile, and well... they didn't even take a proper statement from me, so I was a little worried. You'll understand once you see the state the place is in."
Hearing the woman's voice calling out, Emmelline will soon see the sight of officer coming back around from a hallway further into the house and toward the front door. "Yeah I can see that alright" comes a Boston accent as the Deputy makes his way to Emmelline. "Well, I wouldn't worry about that too much. If it's something to look into, we'll get in touch but sometimes these things turn out to be pranks or just somebody decides to up and move out of town. Small town life just ain't for everyone." The deputy has that ... movie cop feel. Liek someone PLAYING at being a cop almost. The badge is real though, and so is the uniform. "Now, what'd you see exactly?" The deputy asks, taking out a notepad. His eyes watch Emmelline very sharply, paying close attention to what she says next.
Emmelline looks rather unsure at the officer's words. "Um sir," she says at last, "if you saw what I did, you'd know that isn't someone just moving out. I'm no officer," she goes on, "but even I can tell there was either a rather poorly organized robbery, or a struggle." At the officer's question, she shakes her head. "Nothing at all," she replies easily. 'I got a text from a colleague, saying as the bloke hasn't shown up for work all day, and hasn't replied to any phone calls or messages. Could I come and check it out, as no one else was able to get away. So I hot footed over here. The door was already ajar," she goes on, "when I knocked on it. I saw the state the place was in, and rang you lot.""
"Hrm, so you did enter the house?" This deputy asks, and for a moment it seems like he might be trying to turn things around onto Emmelline How's that for gratitude? But then he's waving it off. "Alright. Well, we've got the report on file now for the incident call. Here's the card to the main office if you think of any new details, alright?" Except there wasn't a report, she never got to make one. And now's she being hustled away from the porch and toward the driveway by this guy who's pratically shoving a business card (legit looking) into their hand! The officer returns into the house, and shuts the door. Emmelline is left outside to wonder what exactly the heck is going on in this town.