Post by Batman on Mar 29, 2013 16:16:05 GMT -5
Abduction
Middletown, North Carolina….Footsteps of sneakers clumped against the ground. The woman was panting, her lungs burned as she ran through the wheat field in the darkness. The rattling of the leaves and stems behind her as she continued to run.- “LEAVE ME ALONE!” –She screamed when suddenly she stopped to see a bright blue light shine upon her. The sound echoed around her *MMmmmmm ZZZZzztt!* blue beams struck the woman vaporizing her and suddenly the entire wheat field was leveled into a flat crop circle. The blue light hummed for a moment longer before shutting down completely leaving the farm land in darkness. The woman’s clothes were left in the center of the crop circle…next morning. The crop circle was surrounded by state police officers and a few detectives looking over the farm. A couple of neighbors were being interviewed throughout the morning.- <c>
“It was those Unions! Working on chasing us off our land for sure! They took away Rebecca Winder!” “I think it was that damn brother of hers. I don’t like how he looked at her. He seemed kind of mean to her.” “It might seem crazy but, if you honestly think about it…I think it was Martians. Like Green ones, my uncle was abducted by aliens out in Texas a few years ago…He came back insane…” –The detectives were puzzled as the witnesses were of no help and the only evidence being her feet prints, the crop circles, and her clothes. Two detectives crossed their arms staring at the scene puzzled to all hell. It was now that a couple of journalists began snooping around.-
Jonn: Sighed as he shook his head, peering down towards the crop circle. And it was puzzling to the man. Not that any would know his true existence to it. The rumours and the speakings of the people around him were confusing. Reaching down towards the corn, he raised an eyebrow. Reaching down to a bare section, he lifted up one of the stokes, peering towards the The Corn in the field wasn't bent. It was broken. Those dark brown eyes narrowed towards it, and then he leaned forwards, peering at the base. His suspcions were confirmed. The base of the stalk of corn was not bent, it was broken. Deeper imprints were seen along it, each consistent with one another. Turning his head to regard the men and women around him, he nodded his head to the Forensics team, gesturing to the stalk of corn, before he locked his head towards the man. "Nothing so radical, Jason."
Jonn: he stated as he walked to the man, clapping his head upon the man's shoulder. "You allow your imagination to run amok. Now, go home, and do do your homework." He stated to the young ones before he turned and marched off in the direction of the next circle, more than fifty yards away, watching the ground, and working on a hunch.
Zatanna Z: Newspapers, a dying media if she believed what people on the television and radio said. Good thing she'd never really been all that keen on either of them. She flicked through a few pages, skimming over the articles in about five papers at once while she relaxed in the hotel. This little town in the middle of North Carolina would not have been her first choice for a tour spot, but who was she to argue with her agent? Sinking back into the covers of her bed a little more, she began noticing a trend in some of the articles. Missing persons; while not unusual given how many people usually went missing in a year....it was strange how clustered they had been. Far too many to be purely coincidental. And one in this town? Well, maybe there -was- a reason why she ended up here after all. She could wait until later; in a town this small, she imagined they couldn't keep a constant watch over the fields. It would be a good chance to go look into things.
-The Sheriff approached John Jones and sunk his hands into his black belt, wrapped around his hips while also supporting his gun to his left side.- “Detective…Whatcha got? Kids playing pranks or a genuine kidnapping? Not the first time this kind of thing has happened.” –John would be able to notice the corn and wheat fields were cut, however; the call out of a man would then speak.- “Hey, Detective! You might want to look at this!” –The Sheriff looked at John and lifted a dark brown eyebrow before turning to walk towards the man analyzing the clothes.- “Black dust…Like ash or something…” –The dust was actually powder, John may or not have known or guessed but, Black Powder was considered something used in Witch Craft, however; upon closer observation there were small, traces of black powder on each corn stalk, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.- <c>
-The Sheriff would then speak to John.- “Look, I gotta head to the hotel on the east side of town, they need some security for a show going on tonight, perhaps you want to write a report or something and get it on my desk by tomorrow?” –The Sheriff leaned back onto his heels while lifting his head to analyze John’s response. In Zatanna’s hotel room she would hear a small clicking in the ceiling, concealed by while tiles that led into the rafters, the cramp space was barely one foot wide but, could contain a small rodent or a nest of such critters.-
Jonn: Shook his head peering down to the Corn fields. "It definately does appear like it." He commented as he gestured to the circles, gesturing down to the corn. "The corn is cut and bent over. Cracked even. According to youtube, There are a few people in the state that can do this sort of thing overnight with a few poles and some two by fours. I'll bring up some names and have them brought in for questioning." He stated, before he turned his head to regard the one on the other side of the crop circle, who spoke of black ash or powder. Those brown eyes narrowed to it, before he turned and regarded the Sheriff and he nodded his head. "Ah, yes, that's right.... There is some sort of Museum Exhibit Hosted by Bruce Wayne, is there?" He questioned to which he chuckled and shook his head. "I don't envy you the detail." He stated before he shook his head to the man. "There's a person missing, I will have a peliminary by the end of the week." He stated to him as he gestured to the powder.
Jonn: "Take samples, and I want a second for myself." He stated.
Zatanna Z: The scuttling in the ceiling received a roll of the eyes from the woman perusing the daily news. She imagined it was some small creature, just going about it's life in the ceiling tiles of this hotel. Not entirely unbelievable. She was insatiably curious though, and dismissed the papers back into the stack they had been in when she arrived in the hotel room. “ You know, I really don't mind anything else, but I'd rather not share my sleeping quarters with anyone I don't invite there,” she muttered to herself as she stood upon the bed and conjured a mirror to hold into the crawlspace, angling it so that she could see into the space without actually sticking her head in there. Last thing she wanted was a raccoon to the face.... or something else that might be in rafters.
-The Sheriff shook his head at John.- “No, actually. A Magician of sorts. The Mystical Zatanna…Watch her pull some Penn & Teller tricks…I don’t think you’ll be seeing her on HBO anytime soon, if you’re interested in stopping by let me know what updates you got.” –The Sheriff began walking towards his jeep to climb inside and drive off down the farmlands dirt road. The scientist in the dirt held a plastic bag to John.- “Here’s your sample.” –Meanwhile Zatanna’s mirror would reveal nothing at all except darkness, if she did a complete 360 degree inspection she would see nothing until a second pass where black smoke hovered in a small space. Large black eyes formed within the smoke before a mouth appeared and snapped at the mirror. Before she knew what happened the black smoke slipped into the wall leaving the space previously occupied dark and hot.-
Jonn: attetion came full circle to the Sheriff as he spoke of a name that he was familiar with. Zatanna, there? Now that was something else. Something else entirely. Zatanna there? Crop Circles. Now that was interesting. Interesting indeed. Thus he took the plastic bag, reaching up to his hat and tipping it forwards towards the people there. Not to mention that he and she had spoken on another occassion. He knew she was more than what she appeared, and rather than force it at the time, he was more than willing to let it slide. Now, a persons life dangled in the balance, Which meant that he had a obligation. If one eliminated all other routes, the ones remaining, no matter how improbable was the truth. Thus he patted the man's shoulder nodding his head, while influencing his mind just enough. "Sheriff, I think that your talents and knowledge of the land should focus on the missing person. I'm due for a break. I'll check in on the security of the show while I'm there having some coffee."
Jonn: He stated as he turned and began to move down the pathways past he peope and towards the squad car that he had arrived in. And thus he took off like a bat out of hell driving down the dirt roads quickly.
-The Sheriff nodded dumbly at John Jones.- “That sounds good. Take care of yourself while on vacation.” –And with that he went off to solve the case completely oblivious to the change in directive. The Hotel was near the middle of the town, the parking lot was outdoor and exposed to the bright morning sun roasting the black top surface. Zatanna’s crew was likely taking up a portion of the hotels parking. Inside the hotel the demon appeared in front of the room, a small creature roughly the size of a raccoon, black skin with bright red rash marks spanning his back as it crawled on hands and feet like a lizard. Its bald head turned to look at Zatanna to hiss at her before dashing towards a ventilation shaft, the demon would attempt to melt and shape shift into black smoke in order to escape if Zatanna did nothing.-
Jonn: chuckled as he turned off the side road and into one of side roads leading into the town. And thus he came to the parking lot, using the handi cap parking zone for his personal use. It wasn't as though he was the owner of the vehicle. Walking forwards he nodded his head to the personal security checkpoint for all the staff and helpers for the show, flashing his badge while nodding his head towards the man, who stared at him for but a moment. And the urge was fought down by the man on his own impulse. Thus he was allowed the pass. Two lefts and a right later, he came to the front door, only to pause, his telepathy picking up on something extremely odd and Zatana's emotions reacting. That was all he needed as he walked into the door, breaking it as though it were nothing, only to see her on top of a chair examining something. "I trust that your alright?"
Zatanna Z: Ah-ha. Zatanna watched as it revealed itself, memorizing its form as quickly as she could, noticing as it tried to run off toward the ventilation shaft. A gesture and a quiet word created a small, mistlike bird, resting upon her hand. “Wollof mih. Tel em wonk tahw uoy dnif.” The bird vanished into the ventilation following the smoke. Obviously it wasn't anything but a forward scout... but even scouts knew who they reported to. The door would slam open to her moving quickly toward her books, a noise that had her pausing in that path to round upon her heels to stare at the door with a vehement glare. She expected there to be a demon. What she saw instead was one likely -very confused- detective. She lowered her hand, half ready to have set the man aflame before she sighed, “Fine. Thank you. Is there a reason you broke down my door? Knocking would have worked just as well.”
Middletown, North Carolina….Footsteps of sneakers clumped against the ground. The woman was panting, her lungs burned as she ran through the wheat field in the darkness. The rattling of the leaves and stems behind her as she continued to run.- “LEAVE ME ALONE!” –She screamed when suddenly she stopped to see a bright blue light shine upon her. The sound echoed around her *MMmmmmm ZZZZzztt!* blue beams struck the woman vaporizing her and suddenly the entire wheat field was leveled into a flat crop circle. The blue light hummed for a moment longer before shutting down completely leaving the farm land in darkness. The woman’s clothes were left in the center of the crop circle…next morning. The crop circle was surrounded by state police officers and a few detectives looking over the farm. A couple of neighbors were being interviewed throughout the morning.- <c>
“It was those Unions! Working on chasing us off our land for sure! They took away Rebecca Winder!” “I think it was that damn brother of hers. I don’t like how he looked at her. He seemed kind of mean to her.” “It might seem crazy but, if you honestly think about it…I think it was Martians. Like Green ones, my uncle was abducted by aliens out in Texas a few years ago…He came back insane…” –The detectives were puzzled as the witnesses were of no help and the only evidence being her feet prints, the crop circles, and her clothes. Two detectives crossed their arms staring at the scene puzzled to all hell. It was now that a couple of journalists began snooping around.-
Jonn: Sighed as he shook his head, peering down towards the crop circle. And it was puzzling to the man. Not that any would know his true existence to it. The rumours and the speakings of the people around him were confusing. Reaching down towards the corn, he raised an eyebrow. Reaching down to a bare section, he lifted up one of the stokes, peering towards the The Corn in the field wasn't bent. It was broken. Those dark brown eyes narrowed towards it, and then he leaned forwards, peering at the base. His suspcions were confirmed. The base of the stalk of corn was not bent, it was broken. Deeper imprints were seen along it, each consistent with one another. Turning his head to regard the men and women around him, he nodded his head to the Forensics team, gesturing to the stalk of corn, before he locked his head towards the man. "Nothing so radical, Jason."
Jonn: he stated as he walked to the man, clapping his head upon the man's shoulder. "You allow your imagination to run amok. Now, go home, and do do your homework." He stated to the young ones before he turned and marched off in the direction of the next circle, more than fifty yards away, watching the ground, and working on a hunch.
Zatanna Z: Newspapers, a dying media if she believed what people on the television and radio said. Good thing she'd never really been all that keen on either of them. She flicked through a few pages, skimming over the articles in about five papers at once while she relaxed in the hotel. This little town in the middle of North Carolina would not have been her first choice for a tour spot, but who was she to argue with her agent? Sinking back into the covers of her bed a little more, she began noticing a trend in some of the articles. Missing persons; while not unusual given how many people usually went missing in a year....it was strange how clustered they had been. Far too many to be purely coincidental. And one in this town? Well, maybe there -was- a reason why she ended up here after all. She could wait until later; in a town this small, she imagined they couldn't keep a constant watch over the fields. It would be a good chance to go look into things.
-The Sheriff approached John Jones and sunk his hands into his black belt, wrapped around his hips while also supporting his gun to his left side.- “Detective…Whatcha got? Kids playing pranks or a genuine kidnapping? Not the first time this kind of thing has happened.” –John would be able to notice the corn and wheat fields were cut, however; the call out of a man would then speak.- “Hey, Detective! You might want to look at this!” –The Sheriff looked at John and lifted a dark brown eyebrow before turning to walk towards the man analyzing the clothes.- “Black dust…Like ash or something…” –The dust was actually powder, John may or not have known or guessed but, Black Powder was considered something used in Witch Craft, however; upon closer observation there were small, traces of black powder on each corn stalk, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.- <c>
-The Sheriff would then speak to John.- “Look, I gotta head to the hotel on the east side of town, they need some security for a show going on tonight, perhaps you want to write a report or something and get it on my desk by tomorrow?” –The Sheriff leaned back onto his heels while lifting his head to analyze John’s response. In Zatanna’s hotel room she would hear a small clicking in the ceiling, concealed by while tiles that led into the rafters, the cramp space was barely one foot wide but, could contain a small rodent or a nest of such critters.-
Jonn: Shook his head peering down to the Corn fields. "It definately does appear like it." He commented as he gestured to the circles, gesturing down to the corn. "The corn is cut and bent over. Cracked even. According to youtube, There are a few people in the state that can do this sort of thing overnight with a few poles and some two by fours. I'll bring up some names and have them brought in for questioning." He stated, before he turned his head to regard the one on the other side of the crop circle, who spoke of black ash or powder. Those brown eyes narrowed to it, before he turned and regarded the Sheriff and he nodded his head. "Ah, yes, that's right.... There is some sort of Museum Exhibit Hosted by Bruce Wayne, is there?" He questioned to which he chuckled and shook his head. "I don't envy you the detail." He stated before he shook his head to the man. "There's a person missing, I will have a peliminary by the end of the week." He stated to him as he gestured to the powder.
Jonn: "Take samples, and I want a second for myself." He stated.
Zatanna Z: The scuttling in the ceiling received a roll of the eyes from the woman perusing the daily news. She imagined it was some small creature, just going about it's life in the ceiling tiles of this hotel. Not entirely unbelievable. She was insatiably curious though, and dismissed the papers back into the stack they had been in when she arrived in the hotel room. “ You know, I really don't mind anything else, but I'd rather not share my sleeping quarters with anyone I don't invite there,” she muttered to herself as she stood upon the bed and conjured a mirror to hold into the crawlspace, angling it so that she could see into the space without actually sticking her head in there. Last thing she wanted was a raccoon to the face.... or something else that might be in rafters.
-The Sheriff shook his head at John.- “No, actually. A Magician of sorts. The Mystical Zatanna…Watch her pull some Penn & Teller tricks…I don’t think you’ll be seeing her on HBO anytime soon, if you’re interested in stopping by let me know what updates you got.” –The Sheriff began walking towards his jeep to climb inside and drive off down the farmlands dirt road. The scientist in the dirt held a plastic bag to John.- “Here’s your sample.” –Meanwhile Zatanna’s mirror would reveal nothing at all except darkness, if she did a complete 360 degree inspection she would see nothing until a second pass where black smoke hovered in a small space. Large black eyes formed within the smoke before a mouth appeared and snapped at the mirror. Before she knew what happened the black smoke slipped into the wall leaving the space previously occupied dark and hot.-
Jonn: attetion came full circle to the Sheriff as he spoke of a name that he was familiar with. Zatanna, there? Now that was something else. Something else entirely. Zatanna there? Crop Circles. Now that was interesting. Interesting indeed. Thus he took the plastic bag, reaching up to his hat and tipping it forwards towards the people there. Not to mention that he and she had spoken on another occassion. He knew she was more than what she appeared, and rather than force it at the time, he was more than willing to let it slide. Now, a persons life dangled in the balance, Which meant that he had a obligation. If one eliminated all other routes, the ones remaining, no matter how improbable was the truth. Thus he patted the man's shoulder nodding his head, while influencing his mind just enough. "Sheriff, I think that your talents and knowledge of the land should focus on the missing person. I'm due for a break. I'll check in on the security of the show while I'm there having some coffee."
Jonn: He stated as he turned and began to move down the pathways past he peope and towards the squad car that he had arrived in. And thus he took off like a bat out of hell driving down the dirt roads quickly.
-The Sheriff nodded dumbly at John Jones.- “That sounds good. Take care of yourself while on vacation.” –And with that he went off to solve the case completely oblivious to the change in directive. The Hotel was near the middle of the town, the parking lot was outdoor and exposed to the bright morning sun roasting the black top surface. Zatanna’s crew was likely taking up a portion of the hotels parking. Inside the hotel the demon appeared in front of the room, a small creature roughly the size of a raccoon, black skin with bright red rash marks spanning his back as it crawled on hands and feet like a lizard. Its bald head turned to look at Zatanna to hiss at her before dashing towards a ventilation shaft, the demon would attempt to melt and shape shift into black smoke in order to escape if Zatanna did nothing.-
Jonn: chuckled as he turned off the side road and into one of side roads leading into the town. And thus he came to the parking lot, using the handi cap parking zone for his personal use. It wasn't as though he was the owner of the vehicle. Walking forwards he nodded his head to the personal security checkpoint for all the staff and helpers for the show, flashing his badge while nodding his head towards the man, who stared at him for but a moment. And the urge was fought down by the man on his own impulse. Thus he was allowed the pass. Two lefts and a right later, he came to the front door, only to pause, his telepathy picking up on something extremely odd and Zatana's emotions reacting. That was all he needed as he walked into the door, breaking it as though it were nothing, only to see her on top of a chair examining something. "I trust that your alright?"
Zatanna Z: Ah-ha. Zatanna watched as it revealed itself, memorizing its form as quickly as she could, noticing as it tried to run off toward the ventilation shaft. A gesture and a quiet word created a small, mistlike bird, resting upon her hand. “Wollof mih. Tel em wonk tahw uoy dnif.” The bird vanished into the ventilation following the smoke. Obviously it wasn't anything but a forward scout... but even scouts knew who they reported to. The door would slam open to her moving quickly toward her books, a noise that had her pausing in that path to round upon her heels to stare at the door with a vehement glare. She expected there to be a demon. What she saw instead was one likely -very confused- detective. She lowered her hand, half ready to have set the man aflame before she sighed, “Fine. Thank you. Is there a reason you broke down my door? Knocking would have worked just as well.”