John Wilmslow - intro (Waylander)

[Dave Syrinx]

John Wilmslow
Profession: Police detective, SFPD

Played by Waylander

Sheet,Birthplace: SF Mental disorders: alcoholism Sex: male Age: 42 STR 13 CON 11 SIZ 15 DEX 13 APP 10 SAN 55 INT 13 POW 11 EDU 18 IDEA 65 LUCK 55 KNOW 90 Dam Bonus: +1d4 Adjusted skills Dodge 46% Drive 35% Fast talk 55% Law 30% Listen 45% Martial arts 75% Persuade 65% Spot hidden 35% Handgun 60% Fist 75% Kick 56%

OOC:   I've added the quick start rules as a pdf. Of course the era is 1990's and not 1920's... If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask.

[Dave Syrinx]

John is lost. Not in a way that a map would help. This kind of lost comes from a broken marriage and 2 kids who would rather forget he existed. The bottle had been a good friend before the divorce, now it's the only friend. When the family home was sold he started on a road trip that hasn't stopped for 3 years. Before that, Life used to be good. Now it just happens to him every time he wakes up.

He’s seen some strange things through his twitching motel curtains recently. The worrying thing is that it's mostly when he's sober. Even cheap booze can't completely numb the instincts that had made him the youngest detective in San Francisco Police Department. Lee Vining seems like a quiet place to shack up for a few nights and he books the room. He caresses the bottle of whiskey, which weighs down his jacket on one side. He'll sleep tonight.

"Welcome to Lee Vining Motel, sir." The manager has a name tag reading Adam on his chest pocket. He looks at John trying to decide his business. "Passing through, right? Single room for the night? There's an ice machine down the far end, should you want some rocks with that." He nods at the bottle protruding from John's pocket.

[Dave Syrinx]

OOC:   I did post in the Drop thread as well, but that's for a later date.

[Dave Syrinx]

Waiting for the new arrival to decide if he's staying or not, Adam turns to unbox some bottles of Mountain Dew.

[Waylander]

John has stayed in some flea ridden rat holes over the last three years and sometimes he had smelt worse than they did. This young fella seems friendly, the offer of ice seemed genuine, not judgemental. Noticing the name badge he replies


"Sure Adam, a cheap room, near the ice, will do just fine"

They exchange smiles.

He is reminded of what it was like to have friends before... He shuts that line of thought, a pressing need to open that bottle urging him to pay quickly, and get to his room.

[Dave Syrinx]

“I don’t normally do this, but it’s close to midnight and you seem like a nice person, so I’ll give you the room for $29 for the night. Deal?”
He hands John a key with a leather patch. There's an eight sewn on to the leather.

Walking over to the room he passes some benches and comes up on the ice machine. The room next to it has an eight nailed to the door. The inside is smallish. Single bed, small cupboard and a homemade shelf supporting a black and white TV. The single window is perfectly clean as is the room.

Having stayed at the room for three days, resting, drinking and forgetting why he left San Fransisco, John looks out the window to see a yellow Jeep park outside - close to his icemachine.

OOC:   Moving to The Drop.