Post by Relic on May 12, 2012 7:37:04 GMT -8
Oakland, CA.
"I can help you with that if you'd li…" says the young man reaching for Magitek's concealed "Charlene" set down on the train cabin's floor.
"I'll manage," he says putting his hand on the young man's chest restraining him. Magitek reaches down grabbing the bag, and slings it over his shoulder.
"Err… okay. Well, have a nice night, sir." Says the steward as Ethan Brown gives a silent nod and steps down off the train, walking cane in hand, and "backpack" secured.
It is early morning at the Oakland AmTrak terminal. 2:00 am maybe; he can tell by the crispness in the air. The train bellows loudly then with the lurch of grinding metal, slowly pulls away from the station.
The Staff of All-n-All has taken him here, clear across country from East to West coast. The presence of the Tablet is stronger here, much stronger. But where exactly, he's unsure.
Copped up too long in the train, Ethan is relieved to be out in the dark, cool air and begins to walk. At this hour there aren't many folks about, especially in this town of Oakland, which has the reputation of being the 'Crime capitol of the San Francisco Bay Area." Luckily, before he came, Ethan did a little research, finding there was a small shore on the nearby adjacent island town of Alameda. He would go here and find some place to rest.
Taking stride, Ethan moves quietly past a few rugged bars, a handful of die-hard partiers still having a good time. Hanging outside are other less, jovial youth, who don't look like they've been up to no good. They eye him suspiciously as he walks past.
He makes his way to the entrance of a car tunnel with a narrow walkway on the side. "Alameda" the sign points, and he continues his walk through the tunnel, then out the other end after some 15-20 minutes. Ethan passes various small mom-n-pop boutiques, fast food joints, gas stations, liquor stores, mostly closed except for the gas and liquor, which cater to the people of the night.
After walking for just over an hour, Ethan crosses a large park and hears the soft, predictable rush of gentle, rolling waves and smells the freshness of the Bay. It has a calming effect on him, and he takes a long deep and drawn breath, taking a moment to gaze up at the dark, clear sky alive with hundreds of flickering stars and a nearly full moon casting a white-blue light to everything.
Across the Bay, he sees the sihoulette skyscrape that is San Francisco.
It's more impressive than the pictures he saw online did justice. In his calmness, fatigue suddenly sets in and he looks about for a place to crash for the night. He notices a large thicket of tall dry reeds on higher level ground just above the sandy beach line and moves closer to investigate.
Conveniently the 6-8 foot tall brush has grown into a crude semi-ring shaped barrier, with a small open entrance and a nice empty grass/sand area in the center, easily big enough for 2-3 people to lay down comfortably. Washed with fatigue, Ethan enters the brush ring, finds a nice soft area, sets down his belongings and let's out a deep yawn, then lays down for some much needed rest, using "Charlene" as a pillow. He quickly falls asleep.
After sometime, however (he's not sure how long but it wasn't nearly long enough) Ethan stirs briefly; did he just hear something, he wonders?
(ooc: Alright! The story of Magitek has officially begun! Give me a Intuition FEAT roll (the dice=100))I
"I can help you with that if you'd li…" says the young man reaching for Magitek's concealed "Charlene" set down on the train cabin's floor.
"I'll manage," he says putting his hand on the young man's chest restraining him. Magitek reaches down grabbing the bag, and slings it over his shoulder.
"Err… okay. Well, have a nice night, sir." Says the steward as Ethan Brown gives a silent nod and steps down off the train, walking cane in hand, and "backpack" secured.
It is early morning at the Oakland AmTrak terminal. 2:00 am maybe; he can tell by the crispness in the air. The train bellows loudly then with the lurch of grinding metal, slowly pulls away from the station.
The Staff of All-n-All has taken him here, clear across country from East to West coast. The presence of the Tablet is stronger here, much stronger. But where exactly, he's unsure.
Copped up too long in the train, Ethan is relieved to be out in the dark, cool air and begins to walk. At this hour there aren't many folks about, especially in this town of Oakland, which has the reputation of being the 'Crime capitol of the San Francisco Bay Area." Luckily, before he came, Ethan did a little research, finding there was a small shore on the nearby adjacent island town of Alameda. He would go here and find some place to rest.
Taking stride, Ethan moves quietly past a few rugged bars, a handful of die-hard partiers still having a good time. Hanging outside are other less, jovial youth, who don't look like they've been up to no good. They eye him suspiciously as he walks past.
He makes his way to the entrance of a car tunnel with a narrow walkway on the side. "Alameda" the sign points, and he continues his walk through the tunnel, then out the other end after some 15-20 minutes. Ethan passes various small mom-n-pop boutiques, fast food joints, gas stations, liquor stores, mostly closed except for the gas and liquor, which cater to the people of the night.
After walking for just over an hour, Ethan crosses a large park and hears the soft, predictable rush of gentle, rolling waves and smells the freshness of the Bay. It has a calming effect on him, and he takes a long deep and drawn breath, taking a moment to gaze up at the dark, clear sky alive with hundreds of flickering stars and a nearly full moon casting a white-blue light to everything.
Across the Bay, he sees the sihoulette skyscrape that is San Francisco.
It's more impressive than the pictures he saw online did justice. In his calmness, fatigue suddenly sets in and he looks about for a place to crash for the night. He notices a large thicket of tall dry reeds on higher level ground just above the sandy beach line and moves closer to investigate.
Conveniently the 6-8 foot tall brush has grown into a crude semi-ring shaped barrier, with a small open entrance and a nice empty grass/sand area in the center, easily big enough for 2-3 people to lay down comfortably. Washed with fatigue, Ethan enters the brush ring, finds a nice soft area, sets down his belongings and let's out a deep yawn, then lays down for some much needed rest, using "Charlene" as a pillow. He quickly falls asleep.
After sometime, however (he's not sure how long but it wasn't nearly long enough) Ethan stirs briefly; did he just hear something, he wonders?
(ooc: Alright! The story of Magitek has officially begun! Give me a Intuition FEAT roll (the dice=100))I