02-27-2013, 11:43 PM
Name: Rafe
Age: 35
How far along in Pregnancy: 5 months along; carrying twins
Description: 6', tan skin, short black hair and steel-gray eyes
Additional Info: Local law enforcement officver; there's been reports of strange activity, potential vandalism and screaming from the house at night so he's been dispatched to investigate the problem.
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Moaning, Rafe turned over on his side and stretched out from his position on the---floor? Why was he lying on the floor? Last thing he recalled was rapping on the door of this creepy old cesspit, hoping to get some answers to what was going on inside. Now it was suddenly morning, and he was stiff from lying here all night and didn't recall how he got there and--
And his stomach was churning, whirling to match the sudden vertigo in his head as he tried to stand. With a muffled cursed he looked around wildly for something to contain the sick---he barely made it to a dry and disused sink in time, last night's dinner splattering foully into it with a painful retch. He thought he was done but suddenly his stomach twisted again and he heaved some more. Settling back with a pant he rubbed at his roiling belly--shocked at how bloated he suddenly was. Food poisoning? Had he eaten or drunk something last night that violently disagreed with him?
Moreover, could this be what had happened to all the house's illicit occupants? Sudden sickness could explain the screams and moaning sounds neighbors had claimed to hear. Wiping his mouth, Rafe wandered out into the corridor.
"Hey, is anyone else here?"
Age: 35
How far along in Pregnancy: 5 months along; carrying twins
Description: 6', tan skin, short black hair and steel-gray eyes
Additional Info: Local law enforcement officver; there's been reports of strange activity, potential vandalism and screaming from the house at night so he's been dispatched to investigate the problem.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Moaning, Rafe turned over on his side and stretched out from his position on the---floor? Why was he lying on the floor? Last thing he recalled was rapping on the door of this creepy old cesspit, hoping to get some answers to what was going on inside. Now it was suddenly morning, and he was stiff from lying here all night and didn't recall how he got there and--
And his stomach was churning, whirling to match the sudden vertigo in his head as he tried to stand. With a muffled cursed he looked around wildly for something to contain the sick---he barely made it to a dry and disused sink in time, last night's dinner splattering foully into it with a painful retch. He thought he was done but suddenly his stomach twisted again and he heaved some more. Settling back with a pant he rubbed at his roiling belly--shocked at how bloated he suddenly was. Food poisoning? Had he eaten or drunk something last night that violently disagreed with him?
Moreover, could this be what had happened to all the house's illicit occupants? Sudden sickness could explain the screams and moaning sounds neighbors had claimed to hear. Wiping his mouth, Rafe wandered out into the corridor.
"Hey, is anyone else here?"