Criminal Minds

[Ameli]

It's 00:43. You're standing in front of what seems to be a deserted construction sight. A wooden house just beside it. It's dark. Didn't he tell you to meet him here?

The rain is soking your corduroy cap (yes, the one you bought just this morning from a legless blind old man with SARS) and irritated by the long wait, you decide to go in.
Protected by the thought of your corduroy cap, you think "he looked like a good, honest man..he's probably already waiting for me inside."
The grim, empty hall is filled with moisty air and in the half-dark you can see big bugs scatter away in the holes of the old scarlett carpet when you enter. You now wish you brought a pin, just to giggle at your witty self when you'd drop it and listen to its sound.
Ít's quiet.
But...wait............yeah, there you hear it again....the dim sound of a chainsaw. The squeeky door closes behind you.





[people, for you all to finish!! And, writing your bit, you can all include the criminal/undercover-agent names you would like to have....Anastacia Beaverhausen? BigTaco4U? Everything is possible!]

[Girlsandboys]

I like this, Ameli, but I believe it belongs in the roleplaying section of the forum. You might check out FISHBOWL too if you visit there.

[Ameli]

Darnit! Sorry!! But it's just a finish-the-story, not really RPing though..

Anyhooo, then just your criminal alterego.....any great thoughts on that?

[Sinn Féin's Ireland]

Ooh, i think i'll get stuck into this one.

The noise appears to be coming from a back room, so, with trepidation you approach the door. It's hanging off its frames, one hinge bearing the weight of the door where it's rusted partner gave up many years ago. One push and the door swings. The accompanying noise is of a cliché creakiness, or rather it would be if it weren't for the chainsaw's cry, which both ubiquitous and pervasive envelops you like so many dance anthems of a 1970's discotheque.

You reach into your pocket for your badge, or perhaps your gun, you still don't know which, and use the other to shield yourself from the noise. You blink. Seeing is believing, although how that could be the case here you are unable to fathom.....

[Echolilia]

Your..."friend" is there, from all signs sawing away at tree after tree of a...a forest. You think back to what you saw of the outside of the house and realize there's no way the door you look through could be exterior. Your mother always warned you about strange men with transdimensional gates, but she never mentioned the chainsaw.

[Anartonia]

The person looks behind himself quickly, for a split second. It might be due to the lack of light, but he doesn't seem to have noticed you, and turns back, continuing to chainsaw the trees. Unsure of whether you want to get this man's attention, you stay close to the door and take a look around.

The forest seems to extend in all directions, and you can see the faint outlines of thin tree trunks through the darkness. Additionally, you can see a few tree trunks on the ground around the man, and one about ten feet in front of you, lying directly between you and the man. There is a strange, strong, suffocating odor which is starting to make you somewhat dizzy, and you lean against the threshold of the door for support...

But wait! The din of the chainsaw has stopped. You notice that the forest is now eerily quiet; you can't even hear any crickets in the distance. The man turns around again, and this time he spots you, standing in the doorway. He grins widely, dropping his chainsaw and walking slowly toward you...