Post by Dean Harper on Aug 20, 2017 3:43:51 GMT
“This is Sara Otis, investigative reporter for PAS podcast. I normally don’t handle situations like this. We get emails here at the station all the time. Weird crimes. Crimes people can’t figure out. We give them a new light, dig in deep to find out what has happened. Ask the questions that the families are asking.”
“This isn’t one of those stories. We got an email of course. A concerned person who wished to remain off the record, we’ll call them Jade. They sent an email to our station about a disappearance. A disappearance where no one is asking questions. The disappearance of Ilona Harper, an 85-year-old woman. She’s lived in a trailer outside of Sioux Falls South Dakota for years.”
“But when she didn’t show up for church one Sunday a member went to check on her. But she was gone. I don’t mean dead, I mean missing. But what’s what makes this scene so strange? The trailer doesn’t look like anyone’s ever lived in it. It’s empty. No food, no dishes, nothing. The entire trailer is empty. Not so much as a toothbrush.” There is a long pause here.
“So, the questions remain. Where is Mrs. Harper? Where could she have gone in the middle of the night? And why is no one willing to go on record about it?”
The camera turns on in what is clearly a warehouse. There is a large black leather couch, a blood red rug in front of it of it with a bare bulb copper lamp to the side. On one end of the couch Rowan is sitting with a PlayStation four controller in her hand. She is glaring just off camera with her normal outfit with her mask, eyes furrowed in frustration and contempt as she glares at something intensely, her hands dangling between her knees, just out of view. Maxine is there as well, reclining with her eyes closed on the other side her feet on Dean’s leg with a black leather-bound grimoire etched with unreadable words in her hands. Dean sits between the two smiling at the camera.
“Hi IWF. How are things?” Dean asks. “I’ve been good. I see I have a tag-team match. That’s exciting. I haven’t had one of those before.”
“James Gilmore… Wow, who would have thought we’d be facing each other so soon? I’ve been thinking for days what to say to you and if I’m honest?”
Dean shrugs slightly. “I really can’t think of what to say. You lost your election and now are just being a Nazi. What is there really to say? As the guy worshipping the New God of pain and despair, this makes me look like the good guy.”
“Dean, why do I have to wait for the plants to grow?” Rowan interrupts. “Entropy is mine to command.”
“I know, the game just doesn’t know it yet, My lady.” Dean offers before looking back to the camera. “Sorry, where was I? Right.”
Dean sighs, “Of everyone I’ve faced it’s just sort of lack luster that I’m being relied on to do something an Antifa person should have done to you months ago. Can you even learn through pain? I feel like beating you two into a pulp isn’t going to give you the insight I normally hope for but… I’m easy. I like causing pain and you certainly could use it, huh?”
“Mikhail Federov? You’re a Russian bodyguard who got kicked out of hockey for being too violent? You. You, I want to dance with. I would love to see what too violent for hockey is like. I want to see that. I want you to show me. Show me what kind of damage you can do. Maybe I can show you some fun things.” Dean smiles widely. “It’ll be a learning experience for everyone.”
“I have no illusions that John Tolly might be leaving me to hang out to dry. That doesn’t bother me. I hope he leads a hand but I have no problem handling you two on my own if I have to. I might not win, but I will certainly have a good time. Isn’t that an important thing?”
Dean waited outside the room. Maxine had been inside for hours. He needed to know how it went. Did she survive? Would Rowan accept her? He had worked so hard. He wanted Rowan to be pleased, needed her to be pleased. He wanted Maxine to live through this.
He wanted her to come out like him. He needed someone else to survive with him. He was her most loyal but he wanted Maxine to find a place in her service too.
The door came open, Rowan stepped out. Her eyes had that glow. She was pleased. He had pleased her.
Good.
“This isn’t one of those stories. We got an email of course. A concerned person who wished to remain off the record, we’ll call them Jade. They sent an email to our station about a disappearance. A disappearance where no one is asking questions. The disappearance of Ilona Harper, an 85-year-old woman. She’s lived in a trailer outside of Sioux Falls South Dakota for years.”
“But when she didn’t show up for church one Sunday a member went to check on her. But she was gone. I don’t mean dead, I mean missing. But what’s what makes this scene so strange? The trailer doesn’t look like anyone’s ever lived in it. It’s empty. No food, no dishes, nothing. The entire trailer is empty. Not so much as a toothbrush.” There is a long pause here.
“So, the questions remain. Where is Mrs. Harper? Where could she have gone in the middle of the night? And why is no one willing to go on record about it?”
The camera turns on in what is clearly a warehouse. There is a large black leather couch, a blood red rug in front of it of it with a bare bulb copper lamp to the side. On one end of the couch Rowan is sitting with a PlayStation four controller in her hand. She is glaring just off camera with her normal outfit with her mask, eyes furrowed in frustration and contempt as she glares at something intensely, her hands dangling between her knees, just out of view. Maxine is there as well, reclining with her eyes closed on the other side her feet on Dean’s leg with a black leather-bound grimoire etched with unreadable words in her hands. Dean sits between the two smiling at the camera.
“Hi IWF. How are things?” Dean asks. “I’ve been good. I see I have a tag-team match. That’s exciting. I haven’t had one of those before.”
“James Gilmore… Wow, who would have thought we’d be facing each other so soon? I’ve been thinking for days what to say to you and if I’m honest?”
Dean shrugs slightly. “I really can’t think of what to say. You lost your election and now are just being a Nazi. What is there really to say? As the guy worshipping the New God of pain and despair, this makes me look like the good guy.”
“Dean, why do I have to wait for the plants to grow?” Rowan interrupts. “Entropy is mine to command.”
“I know, the game just doesn’t know it yet, My lady.” Dean offers before looking back to the camera. “Sorry, where was I? Right.”
Dean sighs, “Of everyone I’ve faced it’s just sort of lack luster that I’m being relied on to do something an Antifa person should have done to you months ago. Can you even learn through pain? I feel like beating you two into a pulp isn’t going to give you the insight I normally hope for but… I’m easy. I like causing pain and you certainly could use it, huh?”
“Mikhail Federov? You’re a Russian bodyguard who got kicked out of hockey for being too violent? You. You, I want to dance with. I would love to see what too violent for hockey is like. I want to see that. I want you to show me. Show me what kind of damage you can do. Maybe I can show you some fun things.” Dean smiles widely. “It’ll be a learning experience for everyone.”
“I have no illusions that John Tolly might be leaving me to hang out to dry. That doesn’t bother me. I hope he leads a hand but I have no problem handling you two on my own if I have to. I might not win, but I will certainly have a good time. Isn’t that an important thing?”
Dean waited outside the room. Maxine had been inside for hours. He needed to know how it went. Did she survive? Would Rowan accept her? He had worked so hard. He wanted Rowan to be pleased, needed her to be pleased. He wanted Maxine to live through this.
He wanted her to come out like him. He needed someone else to survive with him. He was her most loyal but he wanted Maxine to find a place in her service too.
The door came open, Rowan stepped out. Her eyes had that glow. She was pleased. He had pleased her.
Good.
Well howdy there pardner.