Nina Clarke: ᴍᴀʏᴏʀ, ᴀᴜsᴛɪɴ ᴛx & sʜʏ ʙʟᴏʙ (commonlaw) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-11-28 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [11] november, nina clarke, npc: the mayor |
Who: Nina Clarke, five Patrolmen, and her best friend Reeves Olinger
Where: Capitol's Annex Kitchen
When: November 9, after these early messages -- approximately 8:30PM
What: A confrontation!
If Nina Clarke were less of a law-abiding woman, she would've read the texts from Demi Rafferty's phone with more trepidation. She would've considered the nuances of the writing, compared them to previous texts and messages she'd received from Demi to verify the identity, and likely would've stalled on rushing to the kitchen annex. She would have talked to Isaac first, maybe, even though he didn't have more information about Demi's whereabouts than she did, and she certainly would have fished around for some kind of weapon to have on her person before leaving, just in case. She may have even brought Isaac to the kitchen, too. Unfortunately, she did none of these things. Here's what happens instead: She reads the messages from Demi's phone, relieved to hear that her friend is actually okay, but there's still an undercurrent of worry as she wonders just what has possibly sidetracked Demi from returning to her home. She recognizes that it's absolutely unusual for there to have been any kind of radio silence unless something was seriously awry, but this doesn't stop her from putting her shoes back on and heading out the door, both phones in her purse as they nearly always are. She doesn't even spare the Patrolman outside her door a second thought. It doesn't take long for her to get to the indicated meeting place; Nina knows this kitchen well, has spent a handful of late nights in there fishing around for something to eat. She's never run into armed Patrolmen in there before, though, and it doesn't take long before she know, with absolute certainty, that she's allowed them to trap her. That Demi's already been taken, too. She forces herself to slow down, to keep her movements natural and pretend at this being an accident. "Good evening," she tells them calmly. There's two of them in front of the pantry doors, blocking her from carrying out a façade of normalcy, and three at the table. |