With Love S.S

[Shamrock]

This thing will be bad after all.

"Eat dirt!?" Eric shouted as he eyed the text (prompting Joshua to run away) "I'd rather put my head up a moos-" he inhaled deeply. It was for the best, it was to keep his secret away from his family and the authorities. With faded breath, he decided to wear casual for once. "What kind of psychopath would thought of that. Maybe if I could punch them, yeah. THEN will this task be worth it." he muttered as he wore a t - shirt. "With my luck, I'd be gossiped at." Once he was in his jeans and his sneakers, he went outside and walked to the confounded playground. "It's just dirt Eric. Just eat dirt. You don't have to chew it, you'll just have to swallow it."

"Look at that kid," whispered a woman as she pointed at a kid trying to make a sand castle. "He has absolute no adult supervision whatsoever." "Oh and look at that girl over by the swing set." the woman whispered back at her friend, "She's standing on the seat! While her mother," she continued pointing at a concession stand, "is buying food for herself!" "Oh dear god!" laughed the woman, "I sure am glad you and I are not irresponsible!" "True Agatha, that's so true!" laughed the woman. "Let's get a smoothie Trista, I'm so thirsty!" cried Agatha, "Good Idea, let's get the mango!" agreed Trista, leaving behind her 3 year old toddler in the ball pit.

"Snobs..." muttered Eric as he saw the whole thing unfold. "Well, let's get this over with." He scooped up some dirt, and walked towards 4 ladies, all gossiping to each other about how careless a child's mother is. "That's so true Eliz- hey, we're in the middle of a conversation." Replied a woman who saw Eric. "You blind or somethin'?" questioned another one. "Get lost you loser!" cried another as her friends turned on Eric as if he was a criminal. Eric held up a finger and the women miraculously became eerily quiet. He then chucked the handful of dirt into his mouth. The group gaped in horror as Eric chewed his mouth while his pointer finger, still up high. With a swallow, he shivered in disgust. "Not a word to anyone." Eric growled, gaze suddenly venomous. The women stood back a step, and nodded. (Even the first one to reply crossed her heart.) Eric stomped away loudly, leaving a group of women, petrified and shivering.

After he reached his block, he raced towards his home, careened onto the kitchen and grabbed a plastic cup. Eager to wipe the taste of dirt and a faint taste of dog feces, he filled the cup with cold water and chugged it, as if he was gonna run out forever. Panting, he texted the confounded incognito:

Done.





Biatch.

 

[HelloBeautifulChild]

Naomi felt her phone buzz on the way to Viv's house, and in her forever mom like insistence to ban texting and driving she waited until arrival to read it. She was impressed with how nice a day it was, beautiful cloud cover but no risk of rain. Marie loves clouds, she must think today is great. She thought, turning into the neighborhood. It was nice, clean. The kind of neighborhood that had a homeowners association, but not so nice as to have restricted access like hers and Michael's. She pulled into the home, a pretty home and very large. It had brick on its face, but was otherwise paneled. It was clearly new, and she saw homes a couple down being built. Did they just move in?

She checked her phone then, after putting her car in park and turning it off to prevent idling. Unlocking the screen easily and going to her messages.

S.S.'s Text

There's a good snitch!

Now then, when you get to Viv's house, I want you to make some excuse then go into the study down the hall from the kitchen. There will be a file cabinet in the corner of the room. Open the top drawer and remove all of the files, at the bottom of the drawer will be a false bottom. Remove it and you'll find a blue piece of paper with coordinates on it. Pocket the paper and finish lunch with Viv.

When you're done for the day, call the police tip line and give them the coordinates.

Do this by the end of the day or face my wrath.
S.S

When she read only the first half she was appalled, remembering that Viv had told her that her husband was in the Navy. Does he want me to commit treason? However, when he continued to say that the coordinates would be sent to the police she got confused. What was going on here? How would the police know what to do with coordinates alone? She found, for a moment, that she wasn't scared or appalled but curious. What was going on here? Really? She had always loved puzzles, she was good at them. She watched Sherlock and NCIS, solving the crime before the characters more often than not. This puzzle though, real life as it was, had her completely stumped.

She left her car, shooting Michael a text. Here and safe, see you soon, love you! She put her phone on vibrate then, putting it in her purse and locking her car. She readjusted herself, putting on a smile and knocking on the door. You can do this, for Marie, for Michael. What kind of bastard used a child as leverage? It made her angry, so very angry, like she was going to hulk out and lift a car. History had seen mothers doing it in the past. She hated this coward hiding behind blackmail and lies. She wondered how many other families he had under his thumb when Viv answered the door, her three kids heard easily.

"Hi!" She said, grinning brightly and engulfing Naomi in a warm hug. Hugging her, Naomi thought to herself that that was what made this so difficult. She actually liked Viv. SHe felt for Viv, and she respected the sacrifice that her husband and entire family was making for their nation. "Come in, come in, I made panini's."

Naomi smiled brightly, "Oh I love panini's." She followed Viv in, looking at the house. Except for the many, many toys lying about the home was spotless. Very clean, homey but safe. It was really a beautiful home. "Your home is so clean, and pretty." Naomi looked around, "When we have more kids, I hope to have a place like this."

Viv smiled, proud of the cleaning and proud of her home and her family. "We could never own such a nice place, but I went to school to be an accountant and I write."

Naomi smiled, "I went to college, but I just stay at home now. We're very lucky that Michael has the job he has."

"Oh no," Viv said, gesturing Naomi to the kitchen table and putting the panini's together and in the panini grill. "Luck has nothing to do with it, you and Michael worked for everything you have." There was a strength to her voice that almost put Naomi in tears. Viv was such a wonderful woman, which was so obvious. Naomi only hoped that she wasn't hurt by whatever it was S.S. was having her do. What was worse, she'd probably understand and be kind if she ever found out.

They enjoyed their lunch then, speaking about their children and tv shows. They talked about college, and they talked about Naomi's hand and Viv's husband. They laughed about their men's reactions to things when they were pregnant. They bonded, and Naomi almost couldn't do it. It was for Marie though, and she could do anything for Marie. She had set an alarm, and when it went off she pretended it was a call and asked if she could go to a room for a second to take it. Of course Viv, ever accepting and kind, told her to use her husband's study, because he was never home anyway and it was the only room that her kids wouldn't run in to.

Naomi faked a smile and went into the study, silently locking the door on her way in and looking for the coordinates. She bit her lip, having to force herself grab them and put everything back up. All the while she pretended to be on a call with her husband. Taking a second to get her breathing controlled she excused herself from the house, explaining that everything was fine but that Marie needed her. Viv, of course, was sickeningly understanding. She stopped at a phone booth, dialing 911.

"The coordinates are latitude 34.255212 and longitude -78.839951," Naomi said, voice shaky. She hung up then, getting back in her car and driving home. She went inside, told Michael what happened, and pretended everything was okay. It wasn't, of course, but she was going to pretend that it was.

 

[Banana-senpai]

She didn't know it, but Charlie had dozed off on her couch in the wave of emotional exhaustion that hit her. It must be withdrawal symptoms from not having seen Octavian in a week. Of course, the amount of beer she downed helped too. She woke up unsure of the time when she received a new text message. She read it and felt pretty smug.

With all S.S's prior boldness about getting reported, he didn't want to get Charlie caught. That meant she was indispensable in a way, perhaps. Until whatever has to be done is done, it seems only Charlie can do it. That's why S.S. must be hiding somewhere. She can feel it, S.S. is getting ticked. What if she gradually pissed him off even more? She pondered on this as she made her way groggily to her bathroom. People make bad decisions when they're angry.

That bad decision may involve her, but she doesn't care if it's suicide. Just as long as it doesn't harm Octavian.

After a shower, she set off for the mall as usual. She came in for work as usual. Her boss was saying something about how "health drinks are false" when she admitted to wanting to visit the gym to discuss her application there. He let her go because she had finished the laptops when they basically only needed defragmenting. In her baggy clothes and hat that concealed her long red hair, she looked as if she could be anyone as she picked up S.S' package as instructed. Following first step to a T.

She went off to the gym after changing into something more likely for her to wear, with the package neatly disguised in a shopping bag.

"Hey John." Charlie greeted solemnly as she entered. Talyor's class was obviously cancelled and John sat by the front desk, looking glum. He looked up when he heard her. "Hey." He said, he was obviously at a loss for words.

"You were close, I'm really sorry." Charlie realized it must be about Taylor. She did seem like a nice person.

"Not quite, but she's sweet." John stood up to adjust his pants. "I can reschedule you, if you like, milady."

"No, I don't know. That was all too shocking. Can I sit with you for a while?" She said, sweetly, knowing all too well John never refused her. He smiled slightly. "Yeah, sure."

She lifted the divider and came in. He stood up to let her sit on his chair and she obliged. She sprung a conversation about Taylor and how she kind of wanted to get to know her. That part was true anyway. John talked about how he actually knew Taylor in high school, something that Charlie didn't know and expect.

"I don't even know if I should be here, I feel so out of place around fitness crazed girls." Charlie said, surprised at how honest she got with John. She immediately diverted. "It makes me feel kind of uncomfortable now that I think about it. My mom was a health nut. See where that got her anyway." The lie came easily, specially since it was partly true. Her real mother was quite health conscious. She was actually looking for a way to make him go away for a moment or something since she had already put her paper bag down.

"Hey, hm, say," John seemed to want to distract her. "There's this guy over there," -he pointed to a young man on a treadmill- "He's got The Hedge Knight. Hardcover. I can borrow for you, since you've always wanted it."

Charlie smiled, genuinely touched and mostly relieved. It was perfect. "Really? I mean, is it okay?" That's right, seem sweet and hesitant. "I mean, like, he doesn't even know me and I'm borrowing. The Hedge Knight." She quietly flailed a little in the fashion of fan girls. John chuckled. "Yeah! I'll go get it!" He said excitedly and he went off. Charlie almost could not believe her luck. She slipped the package out of the paper bag and into the brown messenger bag just as S.S said. Down to a T. Where she sat, she wasn't quite visible and she was pretty quick and experienced in stealing and planting things.

"Here, I got it." John's voice came, but Charlie was already done. Even so, it made her heart stop for a second. She looked up to see he didn't look so happy about it.

"What?" She asked. She knew though. That guy dropped by to have his laptop fixed once. There was lots of redhead porn. He asked for her number, she declined.

"Nothing. So, here." John said, putting his smile back on and handing her the book. "Enjoy it, Kissed By Fire."

"Sure will." She gave him a little peck on the cheek, knowing it will piss off redhead-fetish guy. John looked so surprised. "You were a maid!" she teased. "Anyway, I must go. You know nothing, John Snow!"

This one time, she followed S.S' instruction. When it'll get interesting, she'll mock him again.

[BCOLOR=#808080]Done.[/BCOLOR]

And as for Octavian, she was sick of not seeing him, and she sent him a blank text.

 

[Jack Doyle]

Elizabeth's Apartment
​

Elizabeth awoke sometime in the early morning. She had little more than two hours sleep and was still drained from yesterday. Just the day before she walked home from university, spent much of the day without her tablets and was being blackmailed throughout. Speaking of which. Elizabeth reached to her night dresser and groped around for the packet of pills. This time she took three.
She sat up in her bed and swung her legs over the side. Elizabeth just knew that today would be tiring. She took a fourth pill before placing the packet back onto the night dresser. She stood up and stretched. Tired, too tired. Elizabeth made her way to her tiny wardrobe (Like, you have no idea how small this wardrobe is). Looking through her clothes she decided to wear simple clothes: A pair of black skinny jeans, a white top and a black cardigan.

She left her bedroom to enter the small living room. Her phone was left on the arm of the armchair, where she picked it up from. She scrolled through all of the messages that she had missed. One text had come from her parents, asking where in Massachusetts she lived so that they could visit next month. She still hadn't told them that she had left Harvard. The next text came from her dealer, something about being watched by the police and having to stop selling for some time. Elizabeth knew that she could still get weak stuff from the chemist but she would need a stronger fix sooner or later. She was about ready to set her phone down. Until she saw the latest text from S.S.

Aw, you're such an obedient little pill popper!
Well then, my dear, today I want you to embrace your musical side and burst into song either in class (if you're one of those losers who go to school on the weekends) or in a library.


Do this by 12:00 PM or you'll lose your spot as my fave!

Kisses!
S.S

Elizabeth had known since she had woken up that this day would be tiring. Though this didn't really put her out: Soon enough she would of been going the library to revise anyway, if she could work up the energy. Now she would definetly be going. She dropped her phone back down onto the armchair. Likely this a power play from S.S, such a pointless request was meant to prove to Elizabeth that he could get her to do anything that he wanted. But only for so long.
Whilst rubbing the last sleep from her eyes she went to the small kitchen. She took a glass from the cupboard and water from the sink. Gulped it down. Why did she always have such a dry mouth after taking the pills? Elizabeth put the glass into the sink and left the kitchen. Like most mornings; she was not eating breakfast today.
With a quick return to her bedroom Elizabeth reclaimed her bag and laptop. She put one inside the other before head to the door. After a quick glance back she noticed that she had left her phone. She went back for it. The screen still showed the latest text from S.S. Her chest felt tight, every time he messaged her she felt wrong. Like someone had taken a tight grip of her lungs and refused to let go. Elizabeth could do with another hit, they weren't working the same anymore. So she went back to her bedroom
In her bedroom Elizabeth found the packet of tablets on her night dresser. She placed them into the front compartment of her bag. Then in the first drawer she found her bag of white powder. It hit harder and faster. Though it didn't last as long. She made two lines out on top of her night dresser, practice and repetition had made her adept at drawing it out. She railed it into two lines of thirty milligrams. Elizabeth that if she wanted even better hit she could clean it up with acetone. Next she produced a straw from the drawer. With the straw she inhaled the little white powder one line at a time.

Done. She took the straw and bag of powder with her as she left her bedroom. Whilst crossing the living room she put both into the front compartment of her bag. After this she left the apartment. Even as she locked the door she could feel the buzz kicking in.

Wool Bridge Public Library
​

Elizabeth arrived at the library a little while before noon. With a quick flash of her student card she was let into the library.
"Remember to be quite," said the librarian as Elizabeth passed by. "And no listening to music whilst your're here, please." The librarian was an elderly woman, topped with a crown of white hair and adorned with a pair of red glasses.
Elizabeth just nodded and smiled. The latest marching orders from S.S meant she would be making a lot of noise and would be using music to do it. She paced through the library's first floor. There were a lot of people, some looked at her as she passed by. Did any of them know? Could they tell that she was using? Elizabeth shook her head, trying to dislodge the concern.

She found the spiraling staircase that lead to the second floor. She climbed each step with enthusiasm. Elizabeth was almost looking forward to this. t had been too long since she had done something fun, instead her studying and her mess of a life and just taken away all of her free time. Unconsciously her hand went to the front compartment, after the packet of pills, whilst the other hand steadied herself on the banister. The late-teen took out the packet and quickly popped one before reaching the top of the stairs.
Emerging onto the second floor she found it to be mostly empty. Whilst this was better Elizabeth still felt a little disappointed. No matter. She made her way across the room to one of the few tables without a computer mounted upon it. From her bag she took her laptop, placed i onto the table, next taking her charger out of the bag, she looked around for place to plug it into. Nearby was a socket on the wall. She navigated around the table that blocked her way and approached the socket. Plug. In. Power! Her laptop was now charging. A boy only a few years younger than her, sat at one of the library computers, watched Elizabeth as she went about her business.
When Elizabeth noticed the boy watching she winked. At him. She hoped to put on a good show for the small number of people in her audience. Without hesitating Elizabeth returned to her laptop and turned it on. First she encountered the log-on screen. Password (which was password). Enter. She logged on and came to the desktop. Her wallpaper was set to the cover art of Metallica's The Black Album. A variety of icons dotted her desktop and she moved to the cursor to a little, blue circle: iTunes. She loaded it up. Her vast collection of songs was already in alphabetical order and what she wanted was near the top.
Elizabeth selected her favorite song clicked play before climbing up onto the table. First came in the guitar and rums. She played air guitar whilst waiting for the lyrics to start:
​

"Back in black I hit the sack
I been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I am
Let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse cause I'll never die
I got nine lives cat's eyes
Using every one of them and runnin' wild
Cause I'm back
Yes I'm back well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Back in the back of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet I'm a power pack
Yes I am
In a bang with the gang
They gotta catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track and I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck just get out of my way
Cause I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black

Well I'm back yes I'm back
Well I'm back yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black

Ho yeah
Oh yeah
Yes I am
Oh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now

Well I'm back, I'm back
Back,
Back,
Back,
Back,
Back
Back in black
Yes I'm back in black

Outta sight"
​

Her voice was high pitched, and off-pitch for that matter, as she sang each word in a mocking tone. Elizabeth played the air guitar right up into the very end. When it was over she slumped down on the table, exhausted. No doubt the librarian would arrive soon to see what all of the noised was about. After the last guitar rift had faded iTunes proceeded to the next song in the album. Elizabeth stood back up and went to singing again:​

"Livin' easy
Lovin' free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Askin' nothin'
Leave me be
Takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
Goin' down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey satan
Payin' my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey mumma
Look at me
I'm on the way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Don't stop me

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
And I'm goin' down
All the way
I'm on the highway to hell"
​

Yet again she played air guitar. Elizabeth was loving this! She played and sang all through the entire song in her same high pitched voice. When Elizabeth was finished the few people in the room all stood up. For a moment Elizabeth thought that she was in serious trouble. But then they started clapping and cheering.
"Encore!" shouted out the boy from earlier. "Encore! Encore Encore!"
Soon enough all of the by-standers were cheering it. Elizabeth smiled as the next song on the album started playing. She stood right back up and was at the ready. First game the guitar and she fingered invisible threads.
​

"Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder."​

The watchers shouted this part with her.​

"I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you
Sound of the drums
Beating in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been
Thunderstruck

Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules
Played all the fools
Yeah yeah they, they, they blew our minds
And I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please
Yeah them ladies were too kind
You've been
Thunderstruck

I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please

Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
It's alright, we're doin' fine
It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, baby, baby
Thunderstruck, you've been Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
You've been Thunderstruck"
​

As the song ended so too did Elizabeth's strength to carry on. She climbed down from the table and stopped iTunes before it could play the next track. Elizabeth sighed. High Voltage was supposed to be next, it would of been a good song or her small audience. Eventually the librarian came up the stars.
"What was all of that noise?" asked the librarian.
"Noise?" I didn't hear anything," answered Elizabeth. She looked around the room. "Did anyone else hear anything?" The people in the room all shook their heads and denied having heard anything. Elizabeth smiled. "See. Must be your imagination, or whatever it is that you've been taking."
"I haven't been taking anything!" exclaimed the librarian. "That's enough, young lady. Leave now."
Elizabeth subsequently packed away her laptop and began making her way out. As she descended the stairs she popped two more pills. At the entrance of the library, as she left, Elizabeth took two more. Her little concert had tired her out and the powder was wearing off fast.

Once outside she began typing out another text.
Did as you asked. Send. And noon was fast approaching, well within her allotted amount of time.
Elizabeth reached into her bag, again, and pulled out the little packet of pills. She took two more. Normally she would be worried, if not paranoid, that she was taking too many but after that gig she felt as though she deserved a reward. Now it was time to go home.​

 

[firejay1]

This guys texts were getting stranger already. Barden had thought the business would be over once he completed his mission, but he should've known that blackmail once started was not so easily stopped. How much longer would this go on? He had started so hard, he'd almost knocked over his chair at work. Did this guy have to be sending him stupid commands in the middle of the day, too? And yet again, he anonymous blackmailer didn't fail to irritate him with every choice of word. Breaking Bardy. He'd read the news. He'd heard all about the poor girl who he'd gotten landed in juvie. He should've known, but what was done was done, and it wasn't like she was going to die like that. But this? This was just odd.


For a long moment he just read it, then reread it. Finally, he had to ask for clarification. He wouldn't feel satisfied if he didn't. "Does it have to be at a specific time? And do I need to buy new post-its?" He wasn't sure if his mysterious blackmailer had left out these details on purpose, but if not, he didn't want to make a mistake. So far, it didn't seem like he was doing anything that would get anyone killed, but a niggling doubt whispered in the back of his mind. That little whisper didn't matter, though. It was already too late. He was trapped, and he knew it. As Barden sent off his text, he put his face in his hands, letting his perpetual exhaustion come to the surface again. Why did it have to be him in these circumstances? What had he done to deserve this? Life was cruel.

 

[Mundane Monster]

@MelodiousLime
Sent to: Eric Vlad
There's a good boy! Keep your schedule open, I'll get back to you soon!

Be sure to watch the 8 PM News. I have a special message for you!
S.S

@HelloBeautifulChild
Sent to: Naomi Jones
Good job, girly! Take a breather hun, I know how hard it is to lose a friend.

Watch the 8 PM News. I have a special message for you!
S.S

@Mippu
Sent to: Charlie Klein
You've done well, ginger! Why don't you give yourself a pat on the back?

Tune in to the 8 PM News. I have a special warning message for you!
S.S

@Jack Doyle
Sent to: Elizabeth Ryder
Good show, old sport! I saw the youtube video! It was delightful!

Tune in to the 8 PM News. I have a special message for you!
S.S

@firejay1
Sent to: Barden Wilcox

Oh dear, Bardy baby. You don't really need me to hold your hand through this, do you?
Listen to your heart, Barden!

Oh and, tune in to the 8 PM News. I have a special message for you!
S.S


[BCOLOR=#ff0000]Breaking News: Man found dead in his apartment clutching phone with mysterious message[/BCOLOR]

This afternoon, Chad W. Baker was found dead in his apartment and seemed to have died of a heart attack after reading a message on his phone. The message was from a mysterious sender who went by the initials of 'S.S' that the police are working hard to identify, however the sender seems to be "some sort of hacking genius" according to Police Chief Gary Perkins. "But we'll get them, we always do."

This S.S apparently had some information about the late Baker that they were holding over the man's head. The forensics team on site believe that Baker read the message, and had a panic attack that combined with his unhealthy weight, lead to a heart attack.


[BCOLOR=#ff0000]Breaking News: Senator James Smith Embezzlement Scandal[/BCOLOR]

Earlier tonight, an anonymous caller sent copious amounts of evidence to the police about a scandal involving Senator James Smith. The senator had apparently embezzled money from tax payers as well as had an affair with his personal assistant, a current resident of Wool Bridge, named Aideen McBroom. Authorities have discovered that McBroom was an accessory to the embezzlement scandal and has been receiving monthly 'allowances' from Senator James Smith.

When the evidence given by the anonymous sender was analyzed, the Senator as well as his mistress, Ms. McBroom were arrested.


[BCOLOR=#ff0000]This just in![/BCOLOR]
In a continuation of the earlier story about the mysterious sender, police have traced the message to a computer in an abandoned warehouse that used to be home to Wool Bridge's first industrial factory before a health hazard caused it to be shut down. Police have closed off the area to civilians and are sweeping the building for any DNA that could belong to the sender.

 

[firejay1]

Listen to your heart? Really? Obnoxious. Assuming that meant it didn't really matter, Barden snatched up a post-it during his lunch break and wrote the ridiculous message on it. Honestly, he just felt a little ridiculous. As his lunchtime came around, he went to take his break slid into a stall. He waited until another guy came in to take a dump, and slid the post-it into the stall. He came out at the same time the other guy did. He was getting a strange look from the man, a weird sort of intense stare. Glancing tentatively at the other man, he realized he was being looked at with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. Okay... this guy really didn't know anything about S.S. or anyone else. Flushing slightly in embarrassment, he turned away and washed his hands angrily. Barden felt really really stupid right around then. What had been the point of that?

The 8 o'clock news clarified things for him in the most horrible of ways. At first, nothing really seemed out of the ordinary, just some another mysterious murder... but then the initials S.S. popped out at him. He could practically hear a mischievous little voice giggling at him, as he nearly jumped out of his seat, staring at the TV. Wait, this was good, right? They were on to this guy! There was hope! That hope was crushed with the additional news that the mysterious sender had been traced to a computer in the abandoned warehouse he'd been sent to. His DNA was there. It was there because S.S had sent him there to get the drugs to pin a crime on that poor honor student! Barden groaned as another realization hit him. That note today. All the police had to do was find his DNA, ask around his company, and they'd find a coworker who could tell them all about the note. He hadn't even gone back to retrieve it. It was still there, in his color post-its, and his handwriting. He was a computer engineer, they could easily believe him a computer hacker capable of everything. Everything clicked into place. He was going to become the scapegoat. He was going to be dubbed S.S. by everyone who knew him, and then be discarded, just another serial killer in the annals of history. Oh, his father would be so proud, indeed he would. Covering his eyes with one hand, Barden began laughing. He laughed until the tears came, and then he was crying and laughing at the same time at how utterly pathetic he was. "I'm sorry, Mia. I should've saved you." He whispered, but it was too late, more than 20 years late. It was all over now. And he cried and laughed at the prospect of the end.

 

[Rae]

Esme had woken up that morning without a will in the world to do anything. What was the point of following this crazy bitch's orders if it only caused more death and pain? She sucked in a breath, her own selfishness taking over in one fell swoop. She wasn't about to let this bitch ruin her life. She would do whatever it took to keep her secret buried, and then she would find S.S. and kill them herself. She'd done it before, and she could certainly do it again. Taking a deep breath, she took out her phone, knowing that S.S. would have yet another job for her to do.

Reading the message carefully, she could already see that this was no innocent venture. But what choice did she have? Grabbing her purse, she headed out towards BarStucks with a newfound determination to win this new battle. Arriving at BarStucks within fifteen minutes, she was surprised to see it so busy. Was that all part of S.S.'s plan? Probably. With a sigh, she heaved herself out of her car, walking nonchalantly towards the entrance. Just as she was about to reach the door, however, her foot twisted, and she slammed into plexiglass window. A man in his late 20s hurried over to her, pelting her with questions. "Are you alright? Did you bang your head?" He appeared to be working on the hospital or something due to his crisply clean scrubs and identification card hanging from the pocket.

"I'm fine. Just slipped," she said quickly, getting up without another word and entering the coffee shop. A few people stared at her but only for a few seconds before returning to their business. Haven't you ever seen someone fall before? she thought irritably as she stepping in line to buy a coffee. The worst part about the situation was that she despised coffee. After what felt like forever, she finally reached the counter and ordered a coffee with cream. "That will be four sixty-eight," the barista said simply. Esme scowled. Damn freaking expensive. And she wasn't even going to drink it! Handing the woman a five dollar bill, she took back her change in an almost malicious way. The barista raised her eyebrows but made no comment, swiftly making the coffee and handing it to Esme.

"Have a wonderful day!" the woman said cheerfully, as if trying to lift the irritable spirit from her customer. Esme said nothing, taking her coffee and leaving the shop as quickly as she could, throwing the coffee away somewhat discreetly.

"This is so damn pointless," Esme muttered as she drove towards the university. She had classes today, and that bitch wasn't going to make her miss them.

((I hope this post made some sort of sense. XD))

 

[Shamrock]

He was still out cold from eating dirt, that he almost didn't feel the vibration of his cellphone.
"Damn S.S, what now... " he thought as he grudgingly picked up his phone. After he tapped his PIN code, he grouchily read S.S' text.

ALERT! One new message from: "Your Boss."

Sent to: Eric Vlad
There's a good boy! Keep your schedule open, I'll get back to you soon!

Be sure to watch the 8 PM News. I have a special message for you!
S.S

"Your Boss my ass." Eric muttered. "Still, it's really nice you can congratulate me." But as he read the last paragraph, he gaped his mouth. Intrigued, he plumped his body into the couch, shoved his phone into his pocket, and opened Channel 8. What he heard made him freak out.

[BCOLOR=#ff0000]Breaking News: Man found dead in his apartment clutching phone with mysterious message[/BCOLOR]

This afternoon, Chad W. Baker was found dead in his apartment and seemed to have died of a heart attack after reading a message on his phone. The message was from a mysterious sender who went by the initials of 'S.S' that the police are working hard to identify, however the sender seems to be "some sort of hacking genius" according to Police Chief Gary Perkins. "But we'll get them, we always do."

This S.S apparently had some information about the late Baker that they were holding over the man's head. The forensics team on site believe that Baker read the message, and had a panic attack that combined with his unhealthy weight, lead to a heart attack.


[BCOLOR=#ff0000]Breaking News: Senator James Smith Embezzlement Scandal[/BCOLOR]

Earlier tonight, an anonymous caller sent copious amounts of evidence to the police about a scandal involving Senator James Smith. The senator had apparently embezzled money from tax payers as well as had an affair with his personal assistant, a current resident of Wool Bridge, named Aideen McBroom. Authorities have discovered that McBroom was an accessory to the embezzlement scandal and has been receiving monthly 'allowances' from Senator James Smith.

When the evidence given by the anonymous sender was analyzed, the Senator as well as his mistress, Ms. McBroom were arrested.


[BCOLOR=#ff0000]This just in![/BCOLOR]
In a continuation of the earlier story about the mysterious sender, police have traced the message to a computer in an abandoned warehouse that used to be home to Wool Bridge's first industrial factory before a health hazard caused it to be shut down. Police have closed off the area to civilians and are sweeping the building for any DNA that could belong to the sender.

He angrily typed his phone. Fingers almost cracking the screen:

This has gone too far. You'd better keep this under control. This is horrible.

He pressed the send button a little too hardly. Anger boiling within his veins.

 

[Jack Doyle]

Elizabeth's Apartment​

Elizabeth was nearly home when the text came in. She unlocked the door as she simultaneously pulled her phone from her bag. She didn't need to read it was from to know that S.S had sent it. This S.S was the only who contacted her lately. Besides her dealer, that is, but he likely wouldn't be contacting her for some time. She swiped the screen to unlock it, her hand shaking as she did so. Though she wasn't sure if she was scared or still reeling from the amount of amphetamine that she had taken this day. The text was, as she had guessed, from S.S and it read:
Good show, old sport! I saw the youtube video! It was delightful!

Tune in to the 8 PM News. I have a special message for you!
S.S

So she entered her apartment and found herself, for the first time since moving in, sat in front of the television. She pulled her laptop from her bag and unfolded it. It was locked, she typed in her password, it opened up to iTunes. Though the music had stopped the software was still open. She plugged in a pair of headphones, which she retrieved from her bag, and clicked the little play button. ACDC's High Voltage started up as she navigated her way to the internet and onto her usual forum. She perused for a while, ignoring most the notifications that she had received. Other peoples opinions? Pfft! This was the internet, a place where only her opinions mattered.

She stayed like this for some time. She had even left the television on for much of the day. In fact, since she had come to this town, it was the first time that the television had been left on for any amount of time. She drifted around the internet for quite some time, ranging from forums to looking at cat videos on YouTube. All the while she listened to her iTune playlist. It had long since left ACDC and she was now listening to Iron Maiden.
"Sitting waiting in the falling rain," Elizabeth sang before noticing the time.
She shrugged off her headphones and turned her attention to the television. The news was on, as ordered. From what she had gathered through the day a cat had been rescued from a tree, another senator was involved in some embezzlement or other. Then the news came to the topic that, undoubtedly, she was meant to see.:
This afternoon, Chad W. Baker was found dead in his apartment and seemed to have died of a heart attack after reading a message on his phone. The message was from a mysterious sender who went by the initials of 'S.S' that the police are working hard to identify, however the sender seems to be "some sort of hacking genius" according to Police Chief Gary Perkins. "But we'll get them, we always do."
This S.S apparently had some information about the late Baker that they were holding over the man's head. The forensics team on site believe that Baker read the message, and had a panic attack that combined with his unhealthy weight, lead to a heart attack.
It was obvious, really. S.S wanted to warn her what would happen to those that disobeyed. He could get to anyone. He could even cause people to have heart attacks. Admittedly an extreme circumstance but what about this scenario was normal? Elizabeth turned the television off with the press of a button before returning her attention to her laptop. She slid her headphones back on.

 

[Banana-senpai]

for approval

The reporter continued talking about the investigation on S.S. as the diner was filled with chatter. Charlie put down the cheeseburger she was eating as her appetite was slowly replaced by a strange feeling she wasn't quite well acquainted with, being often quite sure of herself. She stared at her phone which was lying on the table and displaying S.S' last message. Leaving a clue is evidence of sloppy work, but obviously S.S doesn't care in Charlie's opinion. It seemed to be part of his plan, like he's one step ahead again. Plus he called her "ginger" in the message. Could he know about what happened earlier? It wasn't likely, but Charlie felt like she had gotten one-upped.

She wrapped her food and took her drink outside, ready to give tracking S.S. another try. Of course, she would need some help. She rang Sebastiano and to her surprise, he picked up immediately.

"I knew you'd call when you see the news."

There he went again, giving Charlie a momentary shock until she'd remember that he couldn't possibly be S.S. as he had no motive whatsoever. He did seem suspicious by the way he came to town in time for S.S' tasks but it may have been a coincidence. As with his initials.

"Where are you?" Charlie demanded.

"At the site of course, watching the police. One of them was kinda hot but I couldn't tell from this far. Reminds you of Taylor, no?" He tauntingly replied. She swore at him and he chuckled.

Sebastiano was smoking a good deal away from the warehouse when Charlie finally got to him. The police were very busy as can be seen quite well from where Sebastiano was watching them.

"You're still not sure if I'm S.S?" He joked. She rolled her eyes. "S.S. seems to have gained a fanboy." Sebastiano laughed and crushed the cigarette under his shoe. "He's impressive, I'll give him that. But your enemies are mine."

Sebastiano pulled Charlie close by her waist. He was pretty warm so Charlie leaned on him. He smelled of an expensive perfume but also slightly of cigarette. "Octi says he's 'plagued by the wretched bird' when I asked about S.S." Charlie pulled off him in an instant. "Don't tell me-S.S. got to Octi?"

"Based on the news, I seriously think S.S. is targeting others too." Sebastiano spoke seriously. "Although we can't be too sure if S.S. is targeting Octi because of you or if you're targeted because of him. Of course, you could both be targets for different reasons but if S.S is as sharp as I think he is then he'd know the connection between the two of you. What exactly is this S.S. making you do? Aside from killing innocent Yoga instructors that is. And I think you failed at that because Taylor's in coma, right?"

"Yeah." Charlie said, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "You've just spoken a crapload of evidence against me and the police are just over there. Can't we talk elsewhere?"

"Hm, does it have something to do with your past?" Sebastiano went on anyway.

Asking him how he would know that would be pointless for Charlie as she knew of Sebastiano's ability to completely read her mind. "Yes, yes you can say that." Charlie's eyes went everywhere, making sure to catch the slightest movement in the shadows in case anyone was eavesdropping.

"Ha! Earlier in the news, they assumed S.S knew something about the chap who died. Octi and you have-as you say-a crapload of secrets. S.S must be having fun making you two squirm on it. We don't know what he knows and what his real objectives are though. So, would you like me to sniff around?"

"I want to find S.S." Charlie said. "Before he hurts Octi."

"Atta girl." Sebastiano smiled. "Before that, I want to do something fun. I'll meet you at your place, gotta visit someone at the hospital."

-

Taylor Reyes was pronounced dead at two in the morning.

Sebastiano dosed her with etorphine without even seeing her, that is, through a nurse he simply distracted fr a bit. They don't call him Venom or Veleno for nothing. He now sat coolly with Charlie sleeping on his lap at her apartment, reading through her message history with S.S.

He dialled Octavian with his phone and waited for an answer.