whitechapelmod | TEST DRIVE

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OPTION A

With the cooling weather came the changing of the leaves, the lighting of candles and the advertisements in all the shops and bulletin boards for the Annual Whitechapel Road Fall Festival. Overnight your quaint little neighborhood has been transformed from a typical Victorian-esque scene to well, a typical fall festival scene. Strings of lights have been wound between the lamps, scarecrows have been put up in shop windows that hold signs with arrows on them, directing you down the main street toward the park.

In the park, you'll find a small carnival. No big gaudy rides, of course, but booths set up by local businesses where they sell items from their shops. Games like bobbing for apples and pin the nose on the scarecrow have been scattered in the places between the face painting booths and cotton candy vendors. There's also booth offering food and drink-- and doesn't that cider just smell wonderful? Of course, they have hot chocolate too, if cider's not your thing.

Mingle and enjoy your night! But be careful-- you might just end up in the dunking tank..

OPTION B

You wake late in the morning to a strange chill in the air. The weather, sure, but also something else, something wrong in the energy. Maybe you've never been much of a person who believes in that sort of stuff-- energy, vibes, whatever-- so you brush it off and go about your day. It's not until you're out and about that you really start to notice something. The streets are mostly empty, the shops closed down. A cold wind blows through and makes you shiver as you turn down the street toward the Town Board. The papers flutter in the wind, but it doesn't matter, you're not reading them, you're reading the message written in red over all of them.

YOU WILL ALL BE PUNISHED.

Is that blood it's written in, or paint? It's hard to tell, but the color seeps into the fliers and advertisements-- "puppies, free to a good home" or "half off on all clothing TODAY ONLY"-- staining them, ruining them. You know without even turning and walking the extra block that something very bad has happened. Yellow tape surrounds the board, you just notice, and blocks the entrance to a nearby alleyway. An officer stands guard, but he looks pale and shaken. This isn't the first. Just last week, someone was killed too. The boy who delivered the milk. Eddie. Throat slashed and a message written in blood on the wall above him, similar to this one.

An ambulance arrives but you stay where you are, watching as more officers emerge from the alley, carrying something on a stretcher. Someone, you realize, because what else do they carry on stretchers? A shock of red, curly hair pokes out from the top and you think of the girl who runs the register in the bakery, a waitress from the cafe you tried last week, your sister back home who will (hopefully) never end up here. Could this really happen here? Some maniac killing people because they think you need to be punished? It's wrong, it's confusing, and it's terrifying, isn't it?

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[He'd more or less expected the man, based on his demeanour, to jerk away from him, but the language that spills out of that mouth of his. Pressing his lips into a thin, terse line, Severus' nostrils flare with indignation. Quick as a flash - and Severus is fast, thanks to years of magical duelling - he points his wand right at the impertinent little sod with a small, flourishing flick.]

Everte Statum.

[He says the incantation calmly, coldly. A pulse of white energy shoots out from its tip; a hex that causes a short burst of sharp pain akin to having one's head slammed with something hard and metallic, but no actual damage or concussion; nothing beyond usually causing the target to stumble while feeling momentarily stunned.]

[Jesse notes that change in expression, that indignant, offended press of lips, and there's a definite flush of pride (or at least satisfaction) across his face- serves you right, bitch- that lingers up until the very second that the light flashes and some unseen force slams into him hard enough that his vision goes white.

And stumble he does-- he yelps at the "blow", swift and hollow and ringing like some major league slugger just hit a home run with his fucking head, and all but folds into himself as he clutches at the side of his head, letting out a stream of nearly unintelligible swears.

When he straightens, his eyes are wild and watering slightly. Whatever kind of retaliation he was expecting, that... Wasn't it.]

Jesus Christ, what the hell's your problem? What the hell is that thing, yo, like-- like some kinda taser? Did you just taze me?? Ugh--

[t's probably the most unfortunate possible reaction, given the reason for Severus's offense... But sorry not sorry, bro, that fucking hurt.]

[Just as this young, insufferable man found satisfaction in rousing offence from Severus, Severus finds a sense of satisfaction at watching him be momentarily thrown and stunned by the jinx. The expletives that file out of the man's mouth in response leave little to be desired - but Severus ignores it this time, distasteful though he finds it.]

No idea what a taser is, but let's just say that what I did to you just then was me being kind compared to what I could do to you.

[Lucky for the young man, Severus has no interest in exacting worse on him. At least, not unless the man proves himself to be dangerous, which he hasn't yet. The police can deal with him, if he's the cause of whatever the drama unfolding out on the street is - and Severus is prejudiced enough to suspect the man has something to do with it. As yet another siren wails to life while a police car drives past the alleyway, Severus snatches the front of the man's jumper and shoves him in the direction of where the police cars have been driving by.]

Get moving.

Watch it-- Jesus! [He shuffles forward with a low, frustrated grunt, but it's as if his feet are made of lead; he'll move, alright, but he has no intention of making it quick. He'll take his sweet ass time, thanks.

But with each step, he becomes visibly more agitated, shoulders more tense as he pauses every time another car whizzes by. It feels terribly like he's being led to a firing squad, despite the fact that he knows he's totally innocent. ...With this, at least. They gotta have some kind of justice system here, right? They can't just throw him in jail without a trial or whatever, can they? Ugh...

You know what? No, fuck this. When he reaches the end of the alley, right before stepping out onto the street, he stops and turns to face Severus again, crossing his arms and refusing to budge. His ears are ringing, sure, but this is crap.]

Come on, man, this is like the biggest waste of time ever. I don't even know what happened over there, I didn't do shit! I'm like-- I'm like a bystander, or whatever. You know, wrong place wrong time? I didn't even see anything!

[He's getting the very distinct sinking feeling this guy doesn't give even an iota of a fuck whether he's actually responsible or not, but he really, really doesn't wanna deal with cops and so he'll suck it up and plead his case. ...He eyes the street anyway, though, trying to remember what the layout is; worst case scenario, he'll bounce.

He's skinny and young, he can outrun this fucking old man, definitely...]

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