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Matts Odd Encounter Sr Chara 240923
The scene unfolds in Rosie's Diner, a throwback eatery where the atmosphere is thick with the warmth of a sweltering afternoon. Matt, a character who displays a natural wariness honed in conflict zones, finds himself observing a strangely out-of-place woman slouched in a corner booth. Her appearance—disheveled, with clothes clinging to dirt and dried leaves—signals that all is not well. Despite the diner's busy ambiance, she remains isolated, her presence barely acknowledged by the staff. Her unease and detachment from her barely touched meal suggest a profound disorientation. Intrigued and concerned by her apparent trauma, Matt approaches her, seeking to understand her distress. Her confused admission of having lost time and being unable to recall recent events, including the whereabouts of her roommate, hints at a mysterious and troubling ordeal.
As their conversation deepens, Matt learns of a bizarre incident involving a window shattered from the inside and a peculiar, unexplained bite mark that the woman tries to conceal. She recounts waking up in a forest with no memory of how she arrived there, and her hesitant speculation about the nature of her attacker stirs Matt's suspicion. Despite his attempts to rationalize her story with logical explanations, the peculiar circumstances—a whistle-induced pain reaction unnoticed by Matt, her adamant denial of drug use, and her unusual sensitivity to sound—suggest something far more sinister. The arrival of deputies from the Haven Sheriff's Department, who acknowledge the woman's missing roommate case with somber familiarity, casts a shadow of intrigue and concern. As they follow the woman outside, leaving behind a diner unsettled by the morning's events, Matt is left to ponder the enigmatic situation. The interaction hints at a deeper mystery rooted in the town, stirring unease about what might truly be happening beneath the surface of ordinary life.
(Matt's odd encounter(SRChara):SRChara)
[Sun Sep 22 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is afternoon, about 80F(26C) degrees,
(Your target encounters a newly made werewolf who doesn't know what they are or what they've done shortly after the full moon.
)
The afternoon heat felt almost oppressive inside Rosie's Diner, the neon lights doing little to ease the thick, sticky warmth. The air conditioners worked hard but didn't stand much chance against the sweltering day. Everything in the diner was retro perfection: the chrome counter, pastel booths, and waitresses whizzing around on roller skates. To most people, it would be a place to relax, to let the weight of the world lift off their shoulders. But for Matt, tension rippled through the air, a subtle shift that made everything seem... off.
At the far end of the diner, a figure slouched in a corner booth, away from the crowd. Her clothes were rumpled, dirt and dried leaves clinging to their jeans, and they looked like they hadnt sleptor maybe had barely woken up. Dark circles lined their eyes, and they kept running their hands through their tangled hair, clearly rattled by something they couldnt quite grasp.
The staff didn't seem to bother her, gliding past her booth without a second glance. There was even a plate of food in front of her eggs, toast, baconbarely touched. The waitresses paid no mind, too used to the odd rhythms of diners like this. She was just another customer, as far as they were concerned.
Matt looking over the menu, sweat dripping off of his head and on to the plastic coating. What would normally bother the average person he seems acclimated to, but it's the humidity that gets him. Almost a decade in different war zones has taught him to be paranoid, and so he constantly scans the room, paying attention to who is coming and going.
Matt notices the woman in the corner booth, and he recognizes the look on her face. It's trauma, like she's seen something horrible, a look he's had on his face before. The staff go back an forth, ignoring the woman, but something about her gives him the idea, however vague, that maybe he can help, and so he walks over to the booth and takes a seat across from her. "Excuse me ma'am, but are you ok?" He inquires, an air of caution in his voice.
The womans head snaps up at Matts question, her eyes wide with confusion before she forces a shaky smile. Im... fine. Just tired, she says, but her voice cracks, betraying the tension beneath the surface. Her hands tremble slightly as she fiddles with the plate of untouched food, seemingly just noticing that its there, and despite her words, theres something offsomething shes not saying.
Her gaze darts nervously to the window, then back to Matt. I dont... I dont know what happened, she murmurs, rubbing her arms as though trying to erase something unsettling. A-almost a week ago, I woke up, and... I dont remember. I can't even find my roommate.. The words hang in the air, heavy with uncertainty and fear. As her gaze is drawn to the plate of food that despite having ordered she doesn't seem interested in it.
Matt his face sports a stern and professional look, despite his current state of grooming. "Are you injured? TBI Maybe?" He asks, not expecting to get any clear answers. A missing person though? That's law enforcements area of expertise. "Who is your room mate? Have you checked in with police at all? I don't think sitting in a diner is really gonna help you all that much." He looks her over for any obvious injuries from across the booth, knowing better than to get close enough. He's had enough patients in a state of shock that have lashed out at him.
The woman shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting between Matt and the window. "I went to the police," she begins, her voice quiet and strained. "They... they couldnt help me. Its like they werent really listening, like they already knew something I didnt. I kept telling them about my roommate, but they just gave me these looks, and nothing's happened since." She hesitates, fingers absently rubbing at her arm, where a faint, faded bite mark barely shows beneath the sleeve of her shirt.
She notices Matts gaze, her hand instinctively covering the mark as she continues. "A window in my apartment was broken, and I woke up... in the forest. I dont even know how I got there. No memory of the night before, no idea what happened." Her voice quivers as she speaks, clearly rattled as she recounts the story
Matt nods, clearly she isn't willing to tell a stranger the whole story. He presses anyway, "You've got a nasty bite there on your arm, wild animal get you?" He shoots in the dark, maybe he'll get somewhere he thinks. "I know bears sometimes get into peoples homes looking for food, but they tend to scare easy." He thinks for a moment. "You think someone broke into your place?"
The woman tenses as Matt mentions the bite, her hand gripping her arm a little tighter, as though trying to hide it. Her eyes drop to the table, and for a moment, she doesnt respond, clearly weighing how much to say to a stranger. "I... I dont think it was a bear." she admits, her voice low as if she doesn't want to say the words outloud "This bite is like.. two months old by now. I got bit when I was doing some Urbex on some old broken down buildings in the forest around town.. whatever it was.. was bigger than a bear but I also heard it howling." she chuckles as though its abit ridiculous "Sounded like a wolf but.. what kind of wolf gets -that- big?"
She lets her hand fall away as she looks down at the bite tracing a finger over the scar tissue as she says, "I.. dont know if someone broke in. The window was shattered but it was.. shattered from the inside. I cant make sense of it.."
"From the inside?" Matt questions, an analytical look on his face. "Now..." He taps his finger on the table, "If this were a movie, that sounds like something out of the Wolf Man or something." He asks sternly, "You sure you weren't taking anything like mushrooms or something?" He's grasping for straws at this point, but nothing else makes sense. It has to be drugs, right? Just got high and got bit by a dog or something.
she looks up to Matt her hand falling down from her arm to the table, visibly offended by the question "What..? No! I have never done any drugs in my life!" theres something underneath her tone barely audible.. a growl?
Then suddenly she pauses her face scrunching up in a grimace of pain as she covers her ears with both hands. Whatever she may be hearing Matt doesn't hear anything. But outside the window there is a man holding a whistle and blowing into it, pointing at a dig infront of him and then down on the ground. The dog promptly laying down and a treat given for following directions. And the woman's pain ends as quickly as it began. She hesitantly uncovers her ears "Ow.. what the fuck what that? Did you hear that?" she asks as she looks around the diner. The dog and its owner walk off down the street.
Matt looks confused, not sure where the sudden pain came from, "Did you hit your head? You might have a concussion." He doesn't notice the dog and owner outside, and so doesn't connect the dots. "Look, I think you really need to get to the hospital." She growled, he's sure she did, but that still doesn't rule out drugs. Rabies maybe? Is she going feral? He doesn't know what to make of her at this point, but something in the back of his head is telling him that he's in danger if he sticks around here much longer.
shakes her head at Matt scrunching up her face in confusion and agitation "What? No.. I got checked at the boston hospital already im fine. There was a.. really loud ringing sound. How did you not hear that?"
the bell to the diner rings and couple of Sheriffs from the Haven Sheriff's Department wander on in and over to the counter. The waiters seem to already know what they want, giving a smile and a nod as they get to work. Some mugs placed on the counter before the officers say anything
Matt looks over to see the deputies coming in for dinner, "One second." He states, getting up from the booth and walking over, "Excuse me deputy, but this woman says her room mate has been missing for almost a week. I think she could use some help." He looks over to the woman then back to the deputies, hoping he can get her the help she needs.
the woman's gaze follows Matt just looking incredulous as he walks over to the officers. Her expression then looks angry as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a crumpled twenty putting it on her plate saying over to Matt from the booth seemingly having not issue in hearing whatever Matt said from across the diner "I already told you I told them."
The sheriffs look over to Matt sharing confused looks to Matt and then to the woman "Missing..? Yeah I heard about that." his expression falls, somber as he looks to his partner the second saying over the counter "Hold off on those burgers for a moment." before saying over to Matt "We've actually been looking for her.. We'll take it from here." he says as they both move over to the woman that seems already at the door pushing on the exit as they yell "Ms. Rosewood! Hold for a moment please. Its about your roommate." as they follow the woman outside of the diner, leaving only a few warm coffee mugs and confused waitresses behind at the counter
Matt sports a somber look, walking back to the booth she left and taking a seat. "Sheriff'll get her sorted out..." He mutters to himself, but something eats away at him that he just can't place. Maybe there's something strange going on at home.
As their conversation deepens, Matt learns of a bizarre incident involving a window shattered from the inside and a peculiar, unexplained bite mark that the woman tries to conceal. She recounts waking up in a forest with no memory of how she arrived there, and her hesitant speculation about the nature of her attacker stirs Matt's suspicion. Despite his attempts to rationalize her story with logical explanations, the peculiar circumstances—a whistle-induced pain reaction unnoticed by Matt, her adamant denial of drug use, and her unusual sensitivity to sound—suggest something far more sinister. The arrival of deputies from the Haven Sheriff's Department, who acknowledge the woman's missing roommate case with somber familiarity, casts a shadow of intrigue and concern. As they follow the woman outside, leaving behind a diner unsettled by the morning's events, Matt is left to ponder the enigmatic situation. The interaction hints at a deeper mystery rooted in the town, stirring unease about what might truly be happening beneath the surface of ordinary life.
(Matt's odd encounter(SRChara):SRChara)
[Sun Sep 22 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is afternoon, about 80F(26C) degrees,
(Your target encounters a newly made werewolf who doesn't know what they are or what they've done shortly after the full moon.
)
The afternoon heat felt almost oppressive inside Rosie's Diner, the neon lights doing little to ease the thick, sticky warmth. The air conditioners worked hard but didn't stand much chance against the sweltering day. Everything in the diner was retro perfection: the chrome counter, pastel booths, and waitresses whizzing around on roller skates. To most people, it would be a place to relax, to let the weight of the world lift off their shoulders. But for Matt, tension rippled through the air, a subtle shift that made everything seem... off.
At the far end of the diner, a figure slouched in a corner booth, away from the crowd. Her clothes were rumpled, dirt and dried leaves clinging to their jeans, and they looked like they hadnt sleptor maybe had barely woken up. Dark circles lined their eyes, and they kept running their hands through their tangled hair, clearly rattled by something they couldnt quite grasp.
The staff didn't seem to bother her, gliding past her booth without a second glance. There was even a plate of food in front of her eggs, toast, baconbarely touched. The waitresses paid no mind, too used to the odd rhythms of diners like this. She was just another customer, as far as they were concerned.
Matt looking over the menu, sweat dripping off of his head and on to the plastic coating. What would normally bother the average person he seems acclimated to, but it's the humidity that gets him. Almost a decade in different war zones has taught him to be paranoid, and so he constantly scans the room, paying attention to who is coming and going.
Matt notices the woman in the corner booth, and he recognizes the look on her face. It's trauma, like she's seen something horrible, a look he's had on his face before. The staff go back an forth, ignoring the woman, but something about her gives him the idea, however vague, that maybe he can help, and so he walks over to the booth and takes a seat across from her. "Excuse me ma'am, but are you ok?" He inquires, an air of caution in his voice.
The womans head snaps up at Matts question, her eyes wide with confusion before she forces a shaky smile. Im... fine. Just tired, she says, but her voice cracks, betraying the tension beneath the surface. Her hands tremble slightly as she fiddles with the plate of untouched food, seemingly just noticing that its there, and despite her words, theres something offsomething shes not saying.
Her gaze darts nervously to the window, then back to Matt. I dont... I dont know what happened, she murmurs, rubbing her arms as though trying to erase something unsettling. A-almost a week ago, I woke up, and... I dont remember. I can't even find my roommate.. The words hang in the air, heavy with uncertainty and fear. As her gaze is drawn to the plate of food that despite having ordered she doesn't seem interested in it.
Matt his face sports a stern and professional look, despite his current state of grooming. "Are you injured? TBI Maybe?" He asks, not expecting to get any clear answers. A missing person though? That's law enforcements area of expertise. "Who is your room mate? Have you checked in with police at all? I don't think sitting in a diner is really gonna help you all that much." He looks her over for any obvious injuries from across the booth, knowing better than to get close enough. He's had enough patients in a state of shock that have lashed out at him.
The woman shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting between Matt and the window. "I went to the police," she begins, her voice quiet and strained. "They... they couldnt help me. Its like they werent really listening, like they already knew something I didnt. I kept telling them about my roommate, but they just gave me these looks, and nothing's happened since." She hesitates, fingers absently rubbing at her arm, where a faint, faded bite mark barely shows beneath the sleeve of her shirt.
She notices Matts gaze, her hand instinctively covering the mark as she continues. "A window in my apartment was broken, and I woke up... in the forest. I dont even know how I got there. No memory of the night before, no idea what happened." Her voice quivers as she speaks, clearly rattled as she recounts the story
Matt nods, clearly she isn't willing to tell a stranger the whole story. He presses anyway, "You've got a nasty bite there on your arm, wild animal get you?" He shoots in the dark, maybe he'll get somewhere he thinks. "I know bears sometimes get into peoples homes looking for food, but they tend to scare easy." He thinks for a moment. "You think someone broke into your place?"
The woman tenses as Matt mentions the bite, her hand gripping her arm a little tighter, as though trying to hide it. Her eyes drop to the table, and for a moment, she doesnt respond, clearly weighing how much to say to a stranger. "I... I dont think it was a bear." she admits, her voice low as if she doesn't want to say the words outloud "This bite is like.. two months old by now. I got bit when I was doing some Urbex on some old broken down buildings in the forest around town.. whatever it was.. was bigger than a bear but I also heard it howling." she chuckles as though its abit ridiculous "Sounded like a wolf but.. what kind of wolf gets -that- big?"
She lets her hand fall away as she looks down at the bite tracing a finger over the scar tissue as she says, "I.. dont know if someone broke in. The window was shattered but it was.. shattered from the inside. I cant make sense of it.."
"From the inside?" Matt questions, an analytical look on his face. "Now..." He taps his finger on the table, "If this were a movie, that sounds like something out of the Wolf Man or something." He asks sternly, "You sure you weren't taking anything like mushrooms or something?" He's grasping for straws at this point, but nothing else makes sense. It has to be drugs, right? Just got high and got bit by a dog or something.
she looks up to Matt her hand falling down from her arm to the table, visibly offended by the question "What..? No! I have never done any drugs in my life!" theres something underneath her tone barely audible.. a growl?
Then suddenly she pauses her face scrunching up in a grimace of pain as she covers her ears with both hands. Whatever she may be hearing Matt doesn't hear anything. But outside the window there is a man holding a whistle and blowing into it, pointing at a dig infront of him and then down on the ground. The dog promptly laying down and a treat given for following directions. And the woman's pain ends as quickly as it began. She hesitantly uncovers her ears "Ow.. what the fuck what that? Did you hear that?" she asks as she looks around the diner. The dog and its owner walk off down the street.
Matt looks confused, not sure where the sudden pain came from, "Did you hit your head? You might have a concussion." He doesn't notice the dog and owner outside, and so doesn't connect the dots. "Look, I think you really need to get to the hospital." She growled, he's sure she did, but that still doesn't rule out drugs. Rabies maybe? Is she going feral? He doesn't know what to make of her at this point, but something in the back of his head is telling him that he's in danger if he sticks around here much longer.
shakes her head at Matt scrunching up her face in confusion and agitation "What? No.. I got checked at the boston hospital already im fine. There was a.. really loud ringing sound. How did you not hear that?"
the bell to the diner rings and couple of Sheriffs from the Haven Sheriff's Department wander on in and over to the counter. The waiters seem to already know what they want, giving a smile and a nod as they get to work. Some mugs placed on the counter before the officers say anything
Matt looks over to see the deputies coming in for dinner, "One second." He states, getting up from the booth and walking over, "Excuse me deputy, but this woman says her room mate has been missing for almost a week. I think she could use some help." He looks over to the woman then back to the deputies, hoping he can get her the help she needs.
the woman's gaze follows Matt just looking incredulous as he walks over to the officers. Her expression then looks angry as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a crumpled twenty putting it on her plate saying over to Matt from the booth seemingly having not issue in hearing whatever Matt said from across the diner "I already told you I told them."
The sheriffs look over to Matt sharing confused looks to Matt and then to the woman "Missing..? Yeah I heard about that." his expression falls, somber as he looks to his partner the second saying over the counter "Hold off on those burgers for a moment." before saying over to Matt "We've actually been looking for her.. We'll take it from here." he says as they both move over to the woman that seems already at the door pushing on the exit as they yell "Ms. Rosewood! Hold for a moment please. Its about your roommate." as they follow the woman outside of the diner, leaving only a few warm coffee mugs and confused waitresses behind at the counter
Matt sports a somber look, walking back to the booth she left and taking a seat. "Sheriff'll get her sorted out..." He mutters to himself, but something eats away at him that he just can't place. Maybe there's something strange going on at home.