IC : STARDUST, In-Character thread for Stardust Options

[FrostyNSO]

Act I : Children of the Grave

The rain fell hard upon the night-black Seattle streets, the Emerald City's many lights dancing a convoluted waltze on it's glossy surface. Each raindrop changed the flicker of lights forever as it ended it's long journey from the cloudy heights above and came to rest on the midnight street.

Somewhere, a child was losing it's innocence. Another, fists bloodied for the first time, stared at the Seattle skyline. Another, was learning not to trust anyone. Still another was walking the path of ruin, revelling in the temporal delights of drugs and alcohol.

These children, those who were of the world. The children who had forgotten how to love, how to feel and how to grow up.

Jack

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Your wristphone, set to vibrate, suddenly comes to life in the middle of the night. You glance at the built-in digital clock on it's surface. 2 a.m. Nobody calls this line unless it's business. You answer and are greeted by Nathan's familiar voice.
"Heyz Jacky D, I didn't wakes you up didz I? I got a little somethin'z for you tonight. A friend of a friend called me up lookzin for someonez to do a jobz for him. I told him you wuz daman for the job. I meanz, hey, I owed you one. Anywayz, he wants to meet tomorrowz, 8 p.m. sharp at...letz me check...Matchstickz. He sayz you'll meet him and other peoplez there...probablyz your coworkerz." Nathan pauses, as if trying to remember something. "Oh, and hiz name is Randy. Randy Stone. He sayz he'll be there waitin'...So howz you been doin'?"

Ludi

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It's late. Rather, it's early. Really early. You feel a soft vibration from your wrist, followed by a quiet beeping. Flipping up the small digital screen, you are greeted by Varya's youthful face.
"Hey Ludi, i hope you weren't sleeping." She punctuates her sentence with a alcohol-aided giggle. "You won't believe who I met at Matchsticks. His name's Rick, and he manages models. He said he might have me come by to put together a portfolio, isn't that great?" Varya tries to stop for a reaction but instead launches into her next staement. "He also told me he was looking for some local talent for a job, so I naturally thought of you. If you're interested, he said to be there at 8 tomorrow night." Varya raises an eyebrow and looks sideways at you. "You weren't sleeping at this hour were you?"

"Dirty" Ernie

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Your telecom sounds out from the depths of your crummy apartment. Finding your way by the only the dim light of the trid at 2 in the morning, you pick up the phone.
"Hey Dirty. I think I've got something for you." Your fixer begins. "I don't want to hear about your life right now. Be at Matchsticks in the evening, at 8 tomorrow. You're meeting a Mr. Stone for a job opportunity. Did you get all that?"

Hank

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A shrill beeping wakes you from a pleasant dream as you lay comfortably in your bed. You first grab your Beretta, it's dark frame glistening through the dim light that snuck it's way in between the blinds in your immaculate bedroom. You then realize the shrill beep came from your wristphone, it's wristband curled uselessly around itself on the nightstand. Picking up the stray unit, you glance at the display before picking up. 2 a.m.
"Hey Hank, it's me, Craig." Craig Winster, your decker buddy comes alive on the wristphone. "Somebody contacted me and said they wanted you. I told them I wasn't giving out your number to some swank, so he told me to pass something on to you. A guy name Rick Stone is looking for a contractor, if you catch my drift. 8 tomorrow night at Matchsticks. Appearantly, you won't be the only one." Craig laughs out loud, "Should I tell the swank to forget it?"