01-11-2017, 09:36 PM
He had stepped out from the bathroom thinking that his friends had returned, wearing a hoodie and a beanie for the cool night air. Pre-April Snaps, they liked to called it even though it was March. He had his hands up in a peaceful surrender from the bright flashlights pointed at him and the guns drawn his way. The college male had no idea what was going on, but the bang that sounded off determines everything. He was taken out the room by the ambulance, his hand sticking out the bag before it was pushed in and zipped up. His friends watched in horror as he was dead. That was how it appeared at least. He was far from it.
The room he awoke into was dark, save for the yellow light shining down on him and the silver metallic cold table. His hands were cuffed to the leg of the table that could not be moved. Instead, they were built into the solid concrete floor below him.
“You've gotten yourself into quite the situation” a voice said with a hearty chuckle. The door creaked open and in came a man, probably in his forties or fifties by appearance, dressed in a police attire, the title of Sheriff bore proudly on his shirt. “Just wait till she gets here because oh boy, she has a lot to say about you and your buddies. Murder just isn't something we let slide in Briar’s Haven.”
Of course the room was with a double mirror. She was watching from the other side, short in form compared to the taller male beside her with flowing golden hair and a thick beard to boot, the Deputy of the station. The wrinkles on her face told off about her just as much as the short graying hair did.
“As much as I would love to” the male said to her. “I can't do anything yet...it was his friends that actually broke the rules.”
“Dammit” she spat with southern sass. “Fine. We can handle it. We've waited too long for this. Are you...positive?”
The male nodded deeply, staring intently at the male bound to his chair on the other side. She took that as more than enough reason and began to walk off. The Deputy knew it was handled then and would willingly abide with what was to come next. She returned with a packet of paper.
“Alright. Scare him shitless. Your papa in there could make things worse.”
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Name: Brandon "Bran" Dixon
Age: Appears in his middle 20s
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 215 lbs
Description: Long dirty blond hair, striking green eyes. His body is muscular in frame while also lean. His beard is thick, but maintained.
Occupation: Deputy of Briar's Haven, a town of 3,000 that is based on midwestern settlements.
Role: Seeder
The room he awoke into was dark, save for the yellow light shining down on him and the silver metallic cold table. His hands were cuffed to the leg of the table that could not be moved. Instead, they were built into the solid concrete floor below him.
“You've gotten yourself into quite the situation” a voice said with a hearty chuckle. The door creaked open and in came a man, probably in his forties or fifties by appearance, dressed in a police attire, the title of Sheriff bore proudly on his shirt. “Just wait till she gets here because oh boy, she has a lot to say about you and your buddies. Murder just isn't something we let slide in Briar’s Haven.”
Of course the room was with a double mirror. She was watching from the other side, short in form compared to the taller male beside her with flowing golden hair and a thick beard to boot, the Deputy of the station. The wrinkles on her face told off about her just as much as the short graying hair did.
“As much as I would love to” the male said to her. “I can't do anything yet...it was his friends that actually broke the rules.”
“Dammit” she spat with southern sass. “Fine. We can handle it. We've waited too long for this. Are you...positive?”
The male nodded deeply, staring intently at the male bound to his chair on the other side. She took that as more than enough reason and began to walk off. The Deputy knew it was handled then and would willingly abide with what was to come next. She returned with a packet of paper.
“Alright. Scare him shitless. Your papa in there could make things worse.”
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Name: Brandon "Bran" Dixon
Age: Appears in his middle 20s
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 215 lbs
Description: Long dirty blond hair, striking green eyes. His body is muscular in frame while also lean. His beard is thick, but maintained.
Occupation: Deputy of Briar's Haven, a town of 3,000 that is based on midwestern settlements.
Role: Seeder