@shaethecrow @roadkillcritter @crying-violet @pushingpesticides (sorry if i forgot someone again) :<
Ill highlight anything i posted before in red so you can skip it if you want. There maybe some minor changes though. (June 6th 1940 might have a slight repeat as a recap because it may have major changes im not sure.)
ALSO - Feel free to make headcannons about the characters.
A dark car drives past splashing water onto the sidewalk, the puddles illuminated by the orange glow of the streetlamp. Clarence walked past the puddle that had just been created, with his brown leather shoes splashing up water. He walked down the damp street for a block, Clarence stopped at a sleek rounded black vehicle. He opened the door and climbed into the car; he then stuck his key into the ignition. The buildings passed by in Clarence's vision as if they were walking, as he drove through the dark streets of old New York.
He soon came to the outskirts of the city near the suburbs and drove to a dirt road that led into the woods. The car soon pulled up to a small dirt parking loop in front of a small house made with dark wood and a copper orange roof. Clarence turned off the car and grabbed his Fedora from the passenger seat then put it on as he stepped out of the car. He then straightened his coat as he walked toward the house.
When Clarence stepped through the front door he hung his coat and hat on the brass coat rack near his door. The walls were covered in a white wallpaper with a vague up and down line pattern in a pale light blue. The floors were made with an old dark finished pine, part of which was covered by a fluffy red carpet that sat in front of an elevated brick fireplace along with several other arm chairs and a couch. Above the fireplace sat a huge framed deer skull with antlers that watched the room with its soulless eyes.
Clarence walked up the staircase that sat behind the fireplace and let out a quiet sigh. There were two doors at the top of the staircase, the door to the left led to Clarence's office and the door to the right led to his bedroom. Clarence walked into the office that was dimly lit by a lamp hanging from the center of the ceiling. The room had only one window across from the door. The left wall was lined with a bookshelf full of books and poetry, new and old. The right wall of this small room had a wooden desk and a wooden office chair with red cushions. A radio sat on the right side of the desk next to a brass lamp with a green lamp shade glowing eerily. On the left side of the desk sat several papers and a rotary phone.
Clarence turned the dial on the radio and it crackled to life with a sizzle, very soon a familiar voice to Clarence filled that air. "Good night everyone, this is your nightly news radio," Clarence put his feet up on his desk and tipped back in his chair. "Finally some peace” Clarence remarked with a sigh as he rocked back and forth in his seat. The radio announcer begins again "Now to the news. As you all may know for the better of the last ten years there has been an increase in homicides and murders in New York. Just yesterday there was another victim found dead in the suburbs near the woods," Clarence smirks and chuckles slightly as if there was some delight to be found in the situation. The radio announcer continues. "As always the police are doing a strict investigation in these murders and is hoping to find the cause soon,”
Clarence turns the radio dial to play some music. "That's not likely,” he scoffs. With another crackle and a sizzle the sound of piano fills the room. Clarence gets up from his desk and walks into the hallway, he then continues into his bedroom. The bed is in the right corner and a wooden chest at the foot of the bed facing the door, with a painting on the opposing wall of a girl who appeared to be about twenty, she had amber and ginger, eyes and hair like Clarence. Clarence quickly fell asleep after he laid down.
A young man who appeared to be in his 20s walked into a dark brick building that was supported with a cold steel frame, the air was cold and damp like docks next to the ocean. In the building it looked like there were many people who had been working with the heavy fast moving machinery that was sitting in rows, he walked up a metal staircase that looked like it was hanging on to the right side of the wall for dear life. He let himself into an office that was at the top of the stairs where a man had been writing and signing documents. The radio on the far end of the wooden desk was playing quietly, the wooden desk sat in the middle of the room covered in papers with pens for signing various documents. The typewriter sat on the side of the desk with paper pulled halfway through the paper bail. The room was warmly lit by a lamp that sat on the desk illuminating the desk and the two men's faces. There was a pair of metal scissors that sat shining under the lamp.
"What do you want? Make it quick.” The man asked without looking up from his paper.
The younger man answered, “You killed my sister, Sebastian!"
“Ah yes, you’re Vanessa's brother.” Sebastian stated as he filled out another paper. “She was useless anyway, it was bound to happen eventually. She was always late to work and she wasn't meant for this job anyway. I merely… sped up the process," he remarked as he chuckled and smirked.
“You pushed her into the— !”The younger man accused.
“What are you gonna do about it? Huh? No one will believe you! As far as everyone else is concerned, it was just a… ‘workplace accident’.” The man snickered again as he finished his statement.
A mist filled the room. Books from the shelf appeared scattered on the ground and the desk was tipped over with papers scattered across the floor and the typewriter was sitting near the door, dented and lifeless. The scissors appeared in the young man's hand and Sabatian was on the ground, both men were splattered and soaked in the clingy red substance. It oozed slowly from Sabatian's open chest onto the wooden floor as he laid there lifelessly and the scissors in the young man hand dripped with red fluid as he smiled with an inhumanly wide grin.
Clarence stumbled down his stairs early the next morning he walked across the room from his stairs into the old rustic kitchen, the cabinets were painted white but the paint had started to slowly chip and peel away off the pine. He opened the first cabinet on the left and pulled out a tin of coffee. He then filled the kettle that had been sitting under the cabinet with water from the sink nearby. As he filled the kettle his curly ginger hair shined in the sunlight and his circular glasses glared making it hard to see. Clarence squinted his bright amber eyes as he looked up at the sky then down at his car through the window that looked out at the parking loop. After filling the kettle he put it on his gas stove that sat across from the sink to boil. Next Clarence put his pre-grounded coffee grounds into the coffee filter that sat in his pourover coffee maker that he set up the day before. Once the water boiled he poured his cup of coffee and took it up stairs to get dressed. Soon after finishing his coffee he walked out of his house and into his dark car, wearing; Black pants, a white button up dress shirt, with a red tie, and a reddish brown suit vest.
Clarence drove back to the theater where he was the night before, he walked down the sidewalk where the puddle was before under the streetlamp. He walked into the theater lobby, the back wall of the room had a check in desk with several arm chairs sitting on the left and right sides respectively. The chairs were facing each other sitting atop two big carpets, in the center of the ceiling hung a big chandelier that lit up the entire room. There were two doors on either side of the check in desk that led to the theater hall, on the left side of the room had a door that said STAFF ONLY on brass plate that led to the dressing rooms and back stage. On the right side of the room parallel to the door was a staircase that led up to the upper seating areas, which are usually reserved for special guests. Clarence goes through the staff door walking past the various blue doors, curtains and costume hangers in the dark hallway. The area was quite messy; the floors were lightly powdered with dust around the edges of the hall, like powdered sugar on a cake. The clothes hanging were in a wide range of colors, some were bright and colorful and others were muted and dull. Some were nice and well kempt and others were ragged and torn. Clarence came to a small lounge for the actors and directors in the back corner of the theater, the lounge was essentially a small kitchen. The quiet chatter of actors and stage crew filled Clarence's senses muffled by the thick blood red curtains. The counter was along the back left corner of the room with cabinets above. A fridge sat against the back wall with a close by to the left, on the left wall sat a small gas stove for things like coffee or basic snacks. Clarence walked up to the fridge and opened it.
“Dont mind if I do” he said as he pulled out a box of chocolate chip cookies. Clarence left the box on a small rustic round wooden table that sat in the middle of the lounge. It had a red and white checker board table cloth. The table was surrounded by four unfinished pine chairs made fully of wood. They looked rough and old like they had been passed down through someone's family as an heirloom despite their simplicity of the furniture. Clarence grabbed a single cookie from the box and walked out past the vibrant curtains of the stage, the stage was filled with actors and the stage crew all chattering about their lines, and roles.
Clarence quickly took a bite of his cookie and stood there for a minute as if to wait for the now loud chattering to cease. When it didn't end he raised his voice and spoke. “GOOD MORNING.” the chattering quickly stopped. “Shall we begin?” Clarence now said with a more pleasant tone.
The crowd responded. “Yes director,” the actors and stage crew quickly moved to their respective positions.
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(write this part later. It's the play practice portion.)
A young man who appeared to be only a teenager opened the door to the theater hall. He was wearing a white and very light pink striped shirt with a red suit vest and bow tie and brown pants.
His blue eyes peered through the door leaning over the front desk as he called out “Director Clarence! Do you have a minute? There's a guest here to speak with you!"
“Yes, we were just actually finishing up. I'll be right there Edward.” Clarence answers as he walks down the side steps of the stage, and up the red brasslined carpet that created a path between the red wooden chairs of the theater. He walked up to the door on his right where Edward had called him from.
“Alright, Who wants to speak with me?” he asks the seemingly empty room. A mild aged man was sitting in one of the arm chairs in the lobby, he was wearing a thick tan trench coat and dark navy blue vest with a white shirt. He had a silver pocket watch sitting in his left suit vest pocket with the chain hanging out. His beard was thin and scruffy and he had short brown curly hair with a hint of grey.
“I did.” The man said as he stood up from the chair and walked over to Clarence who was still standing in front of the check in desk.
Clarence put his hand out for a hand shake with a wide smile as he inquired. “And you are?”
“My name is Stanly Jones. I’m here to speak with you about having security on your next show.” Stanly claimed as he let go of Clarence's hand
Clarence polity cuts off Stanly “Alright, can we hold this conversation for a bit later? Over dinner or something? I need to pack up for the day,”
Stanly responds quickly with a calm voice as he clears his voice “yeah, sure. When and Where will we be going?” Clarence pauses for a moment to think and reaches out toward Edward. He passes Clarence a small slip of blank scrap paper from on top of the desk, Clarence pulls out a pen from his right pocket and writes down his address.
“Here, go to this address address and I'll be there, at 7:30" Clarence responds to the question as he puts his pen away and heads through the lobby door to the stage once again. Several hours later Clarence and his stage crew finished cleaning up from rehearsal. And Clarence once again made the drive back to his house.
