Yes, in the very loosely done plot above you are Mary Todd's niece. I don't care hold old you are or any thing like that. If you want to you can choose where you are taken. Or I can do it since, unless someone comes along that wants to play the kidnapper, I will be playing him. Just tell me want you want.

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I will pm you.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Can I play the kidnapper?? I could also be an agent. Maybe they could be one in the same, if not I will make it two people. And does the kidnapper have to be male??

Sure The_Doctors_Girl. Them working together would be great! And no, the kidnapper does not have to be a guy.

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Sorry for not posting this yesterday, but my mother needed my help with stripping part of the house which took most of the day so I didn't even touch my computer yesterday.

Name: Sean King
Gender: Male
Age: Mid forties
Apearance: King is a good-looking man: tall and well built with closse-cropped black hair now heaivly graying at the temples. He has the sort of face that looks better with lines rather than worse.
Personality: I prefer to develop this as I play, but if you want me too I can make one up.
Biography: King grew up in an FBI family, both his father and grandfather were FBI agents, so he was almost destined to follow in their footsteps. His father trained him in Commando Krav Maga as a teenager and King continued to train in CKM at college. After he joined the FBI, he quickly rose through the ranks to become one of the leaders in the Hostage Rescue/Negoation (or whatever passes for that in the FBI) in the FBI.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Don't worry, my mom has taken many a room down to the studs before. I know how that goes. You don't have to make a personality up. I share your view of showing what it is as I go along.

Ok, I think there is enough for this to get started... tomorrow. For now, off to bed with me.

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Name: Alicia Morris
Age: 27

Alicia is a new agent, she doesn't know any other agent nor do they know her.
So she will be "discovered" (or at least her character etc.) during the story

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.::. PUSH : Pray until something happens : PUSH .::.

><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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((Ok, so I'm going to start from my intro post.))


Mary's face went pale and she felt sick. She need to go out to look for her niece. She got up quickly then sat back down just as quickly. No, the first thing she needed to do was get her thoughts back into focus. It worried her that someone in less then a minute could through her completely off balance. "Ok, I need to find someone to tell so they can help me," Mary murmured to herself. She stood back up and looked around to see if anyone was around that she new could help her.

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Mae gasped as she saw what happend. she ran over to help but when she got to the car the people were gone. " oh my gosh." she said. she saw a person running away from the scene. Mae looked around. she got back to her car. she about about to open the car door when she saw a note on the windsheild. she took it and opened it. <b> you were seen</b> was all it said. she droped tthe note and got in her car and drove away fast.
she pull out her cell phone and diled(sp?) 9-1-1. she told the opperator what just happend. she stoped at a gas station, the police were on there way to help her.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Sean King stood, stretching his back from the long half day of sitting around the office and doing nothing, a trend that had started last week and looked like it was going to go on well into this one. Of course, that wasn't nessarly a bad thing, as King was in Hostage Negoation/Rescue (or again, whatever the FBI has that passes for it), which was his main department (though the other branches of the FBI sometimes took him when there was nothing for him to do in his department), and him not working meant that there were no hostages. And that was always a good thing in this world.

The FBI agent began to walk towards the water cooler, which was actually quite a ways from his desk. On his way to the cooler, he passed by Mary's desk. King noticed that she wasn't looking to well, but that just might have been bad news from home or a friend. He had no idea just how bad that news really was.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

((The~Doctor do you mind if Mary and King have wroked together for a while?))


"Agent King," Mary called out as he walked by her desk. "Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you."

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The police got to Mae, she let them know what happend.
the police helped calm her down. " we would like you to come with us if thats alright.." one of the police men said. Mae nodded, "sure.." she said.
she slid into the cop car and the took her too the F.B.I. station.
the cop called in the situation, Sean King was the man to call. he had the number for his desk. he called it. but there was no answer. he hung up and sighed. well we just have to hope he's there.
they got there in 15 minuets. they walked Mae in there and then went up to Sean's office.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

OOC: No, I don't mind if King and Mary have worked together for a while. And I do believe (not sure though) that the call to the FBI would go throug the FBI switchboard which would route the call to King's cell if he didn't answer his office phone. But I'm not sure (and I guess it really doesn't matter now, Mae's at the FBI).

IC: "Yeah, sure, Mary," King wove his way over to her desk. "It is not like there is anything going on right now, thank god." Then he really looked at her. "Or is there something going on?"

Another agent who worked right next to King got up and shouted, "Hey, King! The police just called your phone and left a message that they were bringing a lady over who just witnessed a kidnapping! But they didn't say how far away they were."

King swore, "Call that unit's dispatcher and tell them to tell the officer to call me back. On my cell this time. If they need the number, give it to them." He turned back to Mary, "Okay, could you make it really quick, it looks like I just got something to do."

OOC: This would obviously be a little before Mae gets here.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"Well I'll see if I can make this quick for you." Mary winced. She hadn't really meant to be so sarcastic. After all, this wasn't King's fault. "I have reason to believe..." She paused trying to calm herself enough to talk clearly. Her eye went to the many pictures of her niece cluttering her desk then back to Sean. "I think Rachel, my niece, was just kidnapped. I was on the phone with her then it sounded like she slammed on the brakes and after that the line went dead. Then someone got on the phone saying that he had her. He said a few more thing, but I don't remember much after my heart stopped."

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King almost swore again, but managed to content himself with just a sigh. After almost a week of inactivity, there were now two kidnappings in one day! He quickly ran through all of the things he knew in his head. He got squat. That would need to be remidied as soon as possible, and the first step would be to try and trace Rachel's cell. "Could you give me her cell number so we can start a trace on it? Also, did your neice's car have GPS, or don't you know, and if you do what's the make? Oh, and do you know her lisence plate number? Sorry for all the questions, but I need to know. You know that."

King had learned to distance himself from these events, but it was so much harder when it was someone you had worked with and know for a while. He pulled out a pad and pen from one of his pockets where he always kept them when he was on duty.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"It's alright, Sean. I know how this job works." Mary grabbed a piece of paper of her desk with Rachel's cell number on it and wrote her nieces license plate number on it too. "Here," she said hading it to Sean, "As for the make an model, it's a red Honda Accord. She has hot pink dice with blue spots in the window, and more empty coffee cups on the floor board then you or I will could drink in a year." Mary smiled at the last comment. How many times had she begged Rachel to clean her car and loose the dice? She promise to buy Rachel another pair when they found her. She had to keep that in her mind. They would find her. "The person also said that he was "my fear". I don't know what that means, but it gives me chills. I couldn't tell if it was a man or women. Whoever it was new to distort his or her voice. That also worries me. "

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