Spoiler
This roleplay has been rated 18+ because there will be themes of violence, murder, death, and drug use/alcoholism.
Maybe you’re a small town farm girl from rural Ohio looking to hit the runway on Broadway or an aspiring musician from New Orleans trying to make it big but no matter the reason, you’re here.
In New York.
The city of dreams, the city of possibilities. New York is a blossoming ground for dreams to come true.
Skyscrapers loom over you in the day, a concrete and glass jungle. In the night, speakeasies call out to you in haunting melodies of smooth jazz and laughing voices.
(You’ll be just fine if you ignore the whispers on the wind, beckoning softly to you. dream with me…come dream with me…won’t you dream with me?)
Of course, all the great big cities have their shadows. New York just so happens to cast one of the biggest ones. Death roams the streets of New York in the form of wannabe gangsters and devils disguised as well-dressed businessmen. They offer liquid courage, powdered pleasure, and pills of ecstasy. You’d do well to decline, but sometimes the temptation after a long day is just too great…
They aren’t the only things lurking in the shadows.
You’re in New York when the Icarus Comet goes overhead, a blazing light in the night sky. It illuminates everything and briefly blocks out the moon. Journalists pounce on this, leafing out hundreds of stories left and right about this comet. It only appears once every fifty years, a few proclaim, while others focus on chewing apart the meaning of it and others yet simply declare it as the biggest event that’s happened all year. A scientist brings up an odd phenomenon. Another comet, named Ophelia, is due to go by in thirteen days. Only one newspaper covers this.
You see what they don’t. You heard the music, a lyricless melody that the buildings sang in the dead of night right before the comet passed. You feel the chills, see the ghosts wandering the streets with golden glows.
Then the murders start. It would have been another nameless killing, common enough that even the newspapers would have left it alone, if it hadn’t been for the brutality of it. Eyes missing, limbs separated. Symbols had been drawn around the body in the dirt, scuffed but legible enough. You don’t need to see them to know instinctively what they are. You see them in your dreams every night.
Thirteen symbols. Glowing, shining, shimmering. Every. Single. Night.
You recognize one of them in the newspaper article, in a blurry photo of the murder. You know it means there’s more to come. It’s up to you to do something about it.
Are you up for the challenge?
Full Storyline Characters:
Reserved for @Elektra
Reserved for @RangerofIthilien
Reserved for @JazzicusMaximus
Slice-of-Life Characters:
Reserved for @Glitch0Ghost2024 (Murder Victim)