Jesse didn’t start to worry until the afternoon started to grow long, the trees in the field across the way setting down fingers of shadow that stretched into the yard… he put the baby in a sling and a handkerchief on his shoulder so he could burp her as he walked. She burbled and blew raspberries at him, and shrieked with laughter when he made faces at her…
poor boy doesn’t expect a thing.
Name: Russell Baskins
Birth date: October 10, 1901
Nicknames: Russ
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Height: 5′ 10
Weight: 175 lbs
Body Type: Skinny, Muscular, Military fit
Hair Color: Jet Black
Hair Type: quiff
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Strengths: Navigation, observation
Weaknesses: Paranoia, PTSD
Bad Habits: Inappropriate Jokes,
Fears: Hastur, Cthulhu, war
Backstory:
Russell is known for his aviation skills during World War I. He was one of the youngest pilots of his time and continues to act as a soldier in another war. Russell and his closest companions work to protect the world from malevolent supernatural forces.
Russel’s girlfriend was his motivation to survive during the War, but he has not seen her since its end. While still fighting off evil, Russell keeps a picture of her in his locket and looks to it every now and then for hope.
Everyone knows that one person who just can’t keep their mouth shut. Someone who has such a huge ego, they cannot admit they’re wrong. Dick Richards is that person. He is a fat, lazy, arrogant man who holds the world record for the most useless words spewed out during any given discussion. Dick claimed to be intelligent, unbiased, and skilled. The truth, however, is the exact opposite.
Dick created situations in his mind to make him out to be correct. If anyone told him otherwise, his over inflated ego would convince him that the naysayer was the one who was wrong. “No no no. That’s not what I said. What I said was….” is a an extremely common phrase in his daily vocabulary. Dick also has a tendency to answer questions about subjects he has no experience with. You will never here him say “I don’t know,” because he is unable to admit it. And even if he could, he would first convince himself that he knows more about than even the experts.
On top of his everyday horseshit, Dick has been dubbed “Anti-Midas,” the opposite of King Midas, and the opposite of the Midas touch. Some are familiar with Midas’ ability to touch any object and turn it to gold. Dick had just the opposite. Dick could touch a solid gold bar, and turn into a pile of dirt (metaphorically, of course). Dick’s ego convinced him that he deserved to be a part of other people’s businesses; this, is what eventually led to the businesses downfall.
One business he spoke a lot about, before its destruction, was AU-Corp. AU-Corp, oddly enough, was actually a small gold mining company based in the Colorado mountains. Its revolutionary and even patented technology was used to find the most appropriate mining locations. AU-Corp was a company that was sure to see a lot of profit, until Dick got involved. Dick and his brother Gerald were some of the first shareholders of AU-Corp, and even helped finance their first gold mine. Gerald, already having a solid job, forked over some money to the company as seed money, thinking that he could multiply it to over $10 million within just a few years. Gerald returned to his day job as a chiropractor and left the company to do its thing.
In the meantime, Dick stuck around to get more involved with AU-Corp’s business. Even though no executive liked him, he originally lent them some start up money, so they at least had to pretend to like him or give him some authority. Dick made it clear to the company’s higher-ups that acquiring more than just a few gold mines should be priority number one. Right now there shouldn’t be in any digging, just get more mines going.
Dick spoke to Gerald a few weeks later to tell him what he thought was exciting news. “We’re gonna buy a few more mines” he told Gerald. “What the hell are you doing!” Gerald screamed back. “You don’t need that many mines until you have more money to work with. Just go out there with a donkey and a shovel, and get me a bucket of gold!” “No no no” Dick insisted “We have to get that Aspen mine and the Estes mine first.” Gerald hung up and left Dick to destroy the company. A few weeks later, it was as if AU-Corp never existed.
Name: Dick Richards
Nicknames:
Age: 59
Sex: Male
Height: 5’11
Weight: 298 lbs
Body Type: Fat, harry, jiggly
Hair Color: Dirty Grey
Hair Type: Man bun
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Strengths: Good at making things up, good golfer
Weaknesses: extremely low emotional intelligence, reverse Midas touch, unemployed, asshole, can’t admit he is wrong, lazy, arrogant, extreme odor, poor visual appeal, poor etiquette, revolting table manners, underachiever, talker, pretentious,
Bad Habits: Talking, chewing with mouth open, talks with food in mouth, making up stories, ruining endeavors (reverse Midas Touch)
IQ: 70
Emotional Intelligence: 0
Fears: being told he is incorrect, being outsmarted
Marital Status: Married (believe it or not)
Children: Three
Pets: Two Cats
Mother: Beatrice
Father: Bill
Common Phrases: “I didn’t say that…what I said was…” “Mark my words…” “We used to….(continues to make up story)”
Backstory: Fat asshole living in suburban neighborhood enjoys spending his days sitting in his recliner playing solitaire on his laptop. Claims to be an excellent businessman, yet has no drive whatsoever, and cannot distinguish fact from fiction. Dick Richards is known for making up stories that display him as an important character, although all people who can manage to listen to him know that everything he says is a lie. Known for the “Reverse Midas Touch” for merely being somewhat involved in multiple businesses that would have been successful if he was not involved.
The Immortal Commander
I’m in a dark room, blood is dripping from the ceiling, running down from the walls you don’t need to see to tell there was a massacre in here it smelt like a butcher’s, and I was in the centre. People were sprawled across the tables and the chairs all of them dead. I looked around surveying the room like a hawk looking for signs of life. When I saw none, I walked through the room to the front door until I heard a gurgle I turned around facing the man that did it. He was in his late 40s obviously served time because he’s got standard uniform and a buzz cut, he also has a scar on his nose. from the expression, he had before the massacre nothing seemed to scare him easily but the way he looked at me was the expression of true and utter fear like a kid that saw his parents killed right in front of him. I walk over to him my footsteps echoing around the room. He was dragging himself away in a desperate way like he had something to live for but he didn’t, did he? He backed himself against a wall and propped himself up against a table. I had him cornered like a rat. “Unsterblichen Kommandanten” the man whispered it meant “Immortal Commander”. “Yes that is my nickname” I replied while getting out my gun Death Penalty. “we did everything you asked… we have never disobeyed you so why do this?” he says this while coughing out blood. “you were not the answer to my question I’m truly sorry it didn’t work out” I point Death Penalty at his head. “You! are known as the…Gevatter Tod…of the military. The stories about you I believed my Fürher was fantasising, crazy, or inspiring us telling us that he met you” he said. Gevatter Tod meant “Grim Reaper”. “I wish to be a story but I cannot in true honesty” I say coldly. I take a step towards him he draws his gun from behind his pocket. “Zurück! Zurück! Or I will kill you where you stand” he said his hands were visibly shaking, sweat was pouring out from him, there’s also a dark stain on his trousers. Am I that terrifying? “Drop the gun” I say calmly. He tried resisting but his hands opened and the gun fell to the floor clattering next to him. He slumped himself against the wall his eyes devoid of hope he knew he was going to die. “Our Fürher was your answer?” he asked he looked at me expecting me to tell him that everything he did was for something, anything. “No” I said coldly “he was my failure” as I told him this I pulled the trigger setting off a bang! All my memories flooded back. Me joining the army, me having to kill someone, torturing someone, me losing my humanity bit by bit. I was there when my general killed all my comrades for propaganda I stood there so petrified when he came to me and pulled the trigger I closed my eyes and when I opened them everyone was dead expect for me and I still don’t know why. All these memories came flooding back to me but then left in an instant. As the man sat there all life dissipated of him his eyes pen and staring at me, I put Death Penalty away and turned around walking towards the front door. I passed a body on my way out he was also dead the first one to die from my Death Penalty it was the body of a tyrant, the body of my failure, the body of Hitler.
Log: MARCH 4th 17:03
EXODUS FACILITY
VIRGIANIA ALOZ
The alarms were blaring in the hidden
facility deafening my ears I am running. Everyone is running. The lights were
flashing red on and off constantly not having any intentions to stopping.
Through the flashes I get a brief look of the horrors of what is happening to
this facility what was once new driven science to advance our generation
further into the future is now huge chunks of MOULD piled on top of each other
that is what we called this entity or at least what Dr. Lain called it he said
“it was harmless Virginia come on what’s the worst it’s going to do” what a
fool he was. Another red flash revealed to me the piles of bodies consumed by
MOULD I am running over on as well. I’m nauseated, I feel dizzy but I can’t fall
or I’ll easily become one of them. Suddenly an ear-splitting scream came down
from the end of the halls “EEEAHHHH!”. It sounded like it was in pain or was it
crying I can’t tell, but I must keep running…. I don’t want to die please God I
pray to myself but as I look around everyone else is dying why should God let me
walk when everyone here is suffering, but the thing is everyone in this
facility deserves what it gets including me. Next thing you know I end up at a dead end. One of the
safe doors closed the rest of the corridor to contain the threat. My heart
skips a beat “No?!” I screamed to myself as I was punching the doors it was
futile but I didn’t stop. I didn’t care! All I was hoping for was a miracle,
anything…CRACK! I scream in pain as my wrist broke the pain instantly washing washing over my hand. I looked down at it bloodied
and bruised. I asked for a miracle and all I get is a broken wrist. Tears
started steaming from my eyes messing up my makeup. Suddenly everything around me
stopped as the only thing I heard was the breathing of something behind me. I
slowly turned around to face the thing in front of me it was covered in Mould
it had what it seemed arms protruding from its sides it was upright and staring
at me like it knew me… because it did. And then it finally dawned on me this was once a
boy. A small fragile boy who me and Dr. Lain experimented and did horrors on
“this was all for humanity” he used to quote but looking back at everything I
did it wasn’t for humanity, I lost actually my humanity. This was when I knew that I
deserve this, I look at its supposedly eyes and it looks at me back. XV. That’s
what it was called his real name was lost the minute the boy entered this facility. “My first project”
I whisper to myself. It looked at me trying to figure out who I am. I was a distant
memory the MOULD was trying to dig up inside the boy. I look at the floor and next to me I
see Dr. Lain… dead, his face was grotesque, MOULD has taken over his body
contents of it was oozing out of his mouth he was also here I wonder what his
last thoughts were. I wanted to ask him out on a date today I was going to
bring it up at break but I guess I’ll have the date right now since we’ll both
be dead I guess we’ll have it at hell where we both deserve to go and right on cue the monster
screams in rage “EEEEAAAHH!” bits of mould stuck on to my face already
multiplying but I don’t flinch “I deserve this!” I shout to myself and to XV. I
see a flash of red from the lights, XV arm was up but it was different, sword like ready to
end it… end me “My name is Virginia Aloz and I deser-”
Log: MARCH 4TH 17:08
EXODUS FCILITY
XV looked at the woman he just killed
her limp body hanging on to his sword like arm he was trying to recognise what
she was saying before he killed her but it was too late the MOULD was multiplying
around her body he threw her limp body at the door making a CRACK! XV screamed
but it was triumphantly because finally after all these years he was free.
The crew pulled around the corner at the next intersection as the cop car slowly followed behind them. “SHIT!” screamed Jack. “What did we do wrong?!?” “Calm down” said Hunter. “It’s probably just a busted tail light.” The police officer got out of his car and slowly strutted toward them. Hunter turned down the stereo as the sound of Nicki Minaj slowly faded away. He rolled down the window and looked up toward the cop. “What seems to be the problem officer?” he asked in a calm voice. “We intercepted a photo of an ongoing robbery just a few blocks away. Do you know anything about that?” asked the cop. “No sir” said Ellie, Jack and Hunter all together. “I’m gonna need you all to come down to the station to answer a few questions” said the tall, intimidating officer. “Yes sir! We’ll head there straight away!” replied Hunter. “Actually, I’m gonna need you all to come with me.”
The trio stepped out of the car and walked slowly toward the cop car. They all got in the back seats, with their heads hanging down in shame. The ride to the station was silent; the officer didn’t say a word, to them, nor did Jack, Ellie, or Hunter dare to say anything in front of the cop. After about ten minutes, they arrived at the station. The cop walked them in and took them to the interrogation room.
“Wait here.” He said. The officer left Hunter, Jack, and Ellie together in the same room. Still a little skittish, Ellie looked at her two accomplices and said “He doesn’t have anything on us. We’re going to be okay.” “She’s right.” Said Jack “Just stay calm and play it cool. Nobody change their story and it’ll be fine.”
The cop walked in a few minutes later. “My name is Officer Brady. We are looking for a group of kids who robbed a house earlier this evening.” Mr. Brady threw a photo down on the table. It was a snapshot of a younger man’s bottom while climbing a deck. “That could be anyone’s gorgeous ass” said Hunter. “Hashtag…Heist nights” said the officer. “Did you honestly think we wouldn’t find this snapchat?” Ellie and Jack remained silent, while Hunter picked up the photo and silently admired Ellie’s choice of filter. “You mind if I get a copy of this?” said Hunter, now, hardly even concerned about his own incarseration. The office snatched it from his hands and walked back out of the room.
“Will you shut up.” Said Jack to Hunter. “I’m sorry…” he replied “It’s just such a pretty picture.” “You guys, we’re doing alright” said Ellie. “They don’t have anything on us. That picture could belong to anybody. If we keep calm, and don’t say anything, they have to let us go.”
Officer Brady walked back in, placed his palms on the table, and leaned in toward the group. “I will give you one chance to tell me what you know. The three thieves sat there, silent. “Okay…” he said “you’re free to go.” Jack, Hunter, and Ellie looked at each other in relief. They gathered their things and rushed out of the room. They kept their heads down as they left the police station and they headed back to the car.
After a short walk, they arrived back at the vehicle and hopped in. “What do you think happened?” asked Jack. “I don’t think they had enough to keep us there” replied Hunter. “But we gotta make sure to be extra careful now.” Hunter started the car, pulled around the corner, and set course back up to their school.
The drive back up North was quite; everyone was still in shock that they almost got caught. The music was softly playing in the background, but the standard singing and shouting was minimal.
After about an hour, the crew arrived back at the dorms. They stepped out of the car and each grabbed a bag from the trunk. Jack led the way to the back side of the building, to avoid gathering any attention. Jack unlocked the door and Ellie held it open for the gang. They slowly walked through the hall and made their way back to Jack’s dorm room; thankfully, his roommate was out for the weekend.
They set down their bags and unloaded them on the bed. Piles of valuables lay across the mattress, and they all stared down at its glory. They divided up the goods and packed them away. After the little stunt, they all had enough to pay off their debts and the rest of their tuition. “Okay.” Said Hunter. “We’re all going to have to take turns going to pawn shops and selling these. It’ll be pretty suspicious if we all go at once.” “Agreed” said Ellie. They all looked at each other and smiled.
“Tonight’s the night, and it’s gonna happen again and again…” “I’m proud of you,” said Jack to Hunter, “we’ve been on the road for ten minutes and you’re already breaking out the fandom jokes.” “There is no other way to do it” replied Hunter.
It was about 7 O’clock when the team arrived downtown. They stopped briefly to gas up the car and grab some quick dinner. After a stop a Sonic, Jack, Hunter, and Ellie got back on the road, now with the rest of the Shrek soundtrack blasting in the car.
Hunter was finishing his slushi when Jack broke out the memes. Jack pulled out his phone and held the speaker near Hunter’s ear. Hunter instantly started laughing, and spewed a little blue slushi through his nose. Now, with cold slush and nerds on his lap, Hunter screamed “DUDE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” Jack, still cracking up about his little prank, replied “haha… I got you.” Hunter smiled, still trying to swallow the remaining slushi in his mouth and said “okay that was pretty good.” Ellie held her hand up between the two front seats and high fived Jack.
Just a few minutes later, the team pulled up onto Chris’ street. By this time it was dark, and no neighbors were out and about. They nonchalantly drove around the block, just making sure the family left for vacation, and that their timing was correct. In this situation, timing is critical. Hunter turned the car lights off and pulled around to street a few blocks away. He turned off the engine, glanced at Jack, glanced at Ellie and said “Are you ready?” They both grabbed their ski masks, pulled them over there faces, and nodded.
They exited the car, closed the doors in sync, and went to the trunk. It popped open and everyone reached in for their respective turtle neck. Now they were set for the heist. They rushed down the road and turned the corner onto Chris’s street. At the end of the block, the large house stood as the most decorated, prominent, but vulnerable house in the neighborhood. No lights were visible, on Chris’ house or otherwise. The trio hopped the fence and worked their way around to the backyard deck.
Hunter was the first to jump onto the hot tub cover. He stood on his toes and was just tall enough to reach the deck. He pulled himself up, and saw a flash of light as he heard a “snap” sound. He looked down at Ellie holding her phone up at Jack. “Are you taking pictures of my butt?” asked Jack. “No, its just for snapchat. Hashtag…heist night” said Ellie. “Oh” replied Hunter. “Just make sure you put a nice filter on it.” Hunter continued up the deck and over the railing and even added a summersault to look professional. He held out his hand for Ellie, pulled her up, and then held out his hand for Jack. Jack grabbed his hand and pulled himself up onto the deck. The treasures they have been waiting for lay just within.
Jack pulled out his lock picking kit, and got to work on the deadbolt. Ellie watched closely while Hunter hummed the toon to “It’s a small world” in the background. After about a minute, there was a loud “click.” Jack stood up slowly and slid open the door. “We’re in” he said. “sixty-nine seconds, you’re getting a little rusty there” said Hunter. Jack playfully nudged him, and put his lock picks back in his pocket.
Together, they took their first steps into the house. They all pulled out their flashlights and got a glimpse of all goods in the office. Two powerful computers stood in the corner on the desk, a few ipads were stacked on the table next to it, and a safe stood near the back of the room, where the real goods were kept.
Naturally, the safe was the main priority. Hunter worked his way to the safe, while Jack and Ellie started unplugging the computers. Shortly after, Jack and Ellie unlocked the front door, and quickly but discretely ran the desktops out to the car. Just a few minutes later, Jack and Ellie walked back through the front door to meet Hunter upstairs. Jack looked down at Hunter trying to crack the safe. “You’re still working on that? Do you need some help?” asked Ellie. “Uh I’ve seen the Italian Job, I think I know what I’m doing.” Ellie pushed Hunter aside and raised her foot. With a swift and solid kick, the safe door opened. “Huh…You see, that’s what I was gonna try next” said Hunter. “Right” said Ellie.
Hunter and Jack backed up and stood next to Ellie. They all raised their heads to look in the safe. On the top shelf, there stood a stack of silver bars, rare coins, and even a few ounces of gold. On the shelf just below, was an opened lock box with four bundles of cash, each made up of hundred, fifty, and twenty dollar bills. Next to the lock box, was a case with two watches, both Omegas. Ellie and Jack quickly gathered the contents of the safe and threw it in their backpacks. Hunter grabbed the ipads while Jack and Ellie zipped up their backpacks. “Set?” asked Hunter. “Set” replied Ellie and Jack. They closed the deck door and made their way to the front.
With their ski masks still on, they gently closed the front door and rushed to the car. They popped the trunk, through the goods in, opened the doors and hopped in. They all pulled up their masks “we did it” said Ellie. Hunter started the car and grabbed the aux cord. Music started blaring and the car took off down the street. The windows were down and the crew was celebrating, just thinking about the look on Chris’s face when he sees that all of the possessions he never deserved were gone. They pulled out onto the main road and took off in joy. In a matter of seconds, blue lights appeared behind the car and a siren was heard.
The gang meandered the desert without food or water for days…just endless beer from Tekra’s magic stein.
“I’m gonna eat some sand” said Aura.
Aura, Caoihme, Burn, Nikolai, and Elon woddled through the sand. In the intense heat the crew could hardly think clearly; but all at once, they saw a shift in the sand. At first no one new whether or not what they were seeing was real, until a slythering creature approached under the shallow sand.
“I’m gonna eat more sand” said Aura.
Aura grabbed some more sand and brought it to her mouth. Everyone’s attention was divided between a slithering potential threat and Aura’s sandiness. She blew the sand towards Nikolai and Burn the instant a Herculean snake appeared out of the dune.
Elon reached into his pouch and pulled out a handful of pixie dust. He used his outlandish blowing skills to blow the dust at the serpent. Moments later, the snake broke out in tears.
“Oh my god; are you okay?” Said Elon in his concerned pixie voice.
“The fuck did you do Elon!?!” Screamed the entire squad in sync.
“I didn’t mean to…” answered the pixie “…I didn’t mean to.”
Burn pulled out his staff and attempted to help the saddest snake. He thought up a spell, and he thought it up quick. He waved the staff as everybody stared at the crying serpent. Its head fell off.
Burn stared straight into the deep eyes of the head.
“Shit” he said.
A brief overview of my member of the Plausible Deniability crew :>
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