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RETURNING: I play six characters: Daredevil, Firestar, Hawkeye II, Mockingbird, Jessica Wakefield, & Doctor Zoidberg. I would like to bump up to seven.
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Harry Roat
FANDOM: Wait Until Dark (film version)
CHRONOLOGY: About 20 minutes before the film's end. At this point he has just murdered his two partners in crime and is torturing the protagonist.
CLASS: Villain
SUPERHERO NAME: Roat
ALTER EGO: Harry Roat, Jr., drug dealer and con artist
BACKGROUND:
((Essentially nothing is known about Roat before the events of Wait Until Dark. He gives his name, that he hails from Scarsdale, and that he has no criminal record, and that's pretty much it. Whether or not any of that is even true is unclear. However, from his actions in canon and from the situation he finds himself in, a few things can be surmised. Firstly, he is a career criminal, and his crime of choice is drug dealing, Exactly how he came into the heroin distribution trade is unknown, but he is a big enough player that he has his own mules and underlings, but still has to do a lot of dirty work himself. We can also gather that he's been running cons for awhile, due to his ability to adopt new identities and his disguises.
At some point he met a woman named Lisa and she began running drugs for him. He later identifies Lisa as his wife, but it is unlikely that the two were actually married. It seems more likely that he merely used that excuse as part of his con.))
The story takes place in Greenwich Village, Manhattan in the fall of 1967. We are introduced to a photographer named Sam Hendrix who has just returned from business in Montreal. While at the airport, a strange woman named Lisa asked him to hold a doll for her and deliver it to a hospital; she explained to Sam that her other daughter is meeting her at the gate and she didn't want her daughter to get jealous. Sam agreed and took the doll home to the below ground apartment he shared with his wife Susy, who was blinded in a car accident a year earlier. Busy with work, Sam promptly forgot the doll, which was then "borrowed" by Gloria, a neighborhood girl from upstairs.
Unfortunately for the Hendrix family, Lisa was a drug mule and that doll was stuffed with heroin. Lots of heroin. And the person meeting Lisa at the airport was not her daughter, but her former boss, drug dealer Harry Roat. And Harry Roat was a very dangerous man to cross. Upon realizing Lisa no longer had the doll in her possession, he forced her to help him track down Sam Hendrix. The pair arrived at his apartment and Lisa searched frantically for the doll, but to no avail. Enraged, Roat murdered Lisa and stuffed her body into a garment bag which he then locked inside the Hendrix's closet. He then contacted two of Lisa's old con artist buddies, Carlino and Mike Talman, and left them a typed note to meet at the Hendrix's apartment. Thinking the note was from Lisa and that the apartment was hers as well, the two recently paroled criminals entered the apartment and made themselves at home while they waited for Lisa to arrive.
But instead they were met with Harry Roat, a man neither of them had previously met and of whom both were highly suspicious. Roat explained that he knew who they were, and that he was a friend of Lisa's. He explained that Lisa needs the two of them to find the doll, and that Lisa would pay them handsomely if they were able to locate it for her. Roat was convinced that the doll was somewhere in the apartment, and from his spot in the living room, he relaxed while the two criminals scoured the place for the doll and drugs. At this point Mike became suspicious about the locked closet, and upon forcing Roat to hand over the key, he discovered Lisa's body.
Carlino and Mike panicked and immediately headed for the door, but Roat plays the whole thing cool. He revealed to them that Lisa once worked for him but had decided to poach his clients and get into dealing on her own, and thus had to be taught a lesson. He also reminded them that they were ex-cons whose fingerprints were all over the apartment. If Lisa's body was discovered in the apartment, Carlino and Mike would go back to prison on a murder charge. Seeing no alternative but to work for Roat, the two men helped roll Lisa's body into a rug and dumped her in an abandoned lot where she was discovered the next morning.
Ever the criminal mastermind, Roat hatched an ingenious plan to gain reentry into the Hendrix home, one he had already set in motion the previous afternoon. The three of them waited until nightfall, when Sam Hendrix was away at an evening photo shoot and Susy was home by herself. Roat had Mike pass himself off as an old army friend of Sam's paying the couple a surprise visit. Susy was taken in by this ruse instantly and began treating Mike as a trusted friend of the family. The two were visiting when Roat suddenly forced his way into the apartment. However he was disguised, dressed as an elderly man, and was ranting and raving about an affair and a photographer and his daughter-in-law. Susy was bewildered and had Mike phone the police, though instead Carlino was summoned to the apartment, and under the guise of investigating Old Man Roat's outburst, he and Mike searched the apartment for the doll.
As a further distraction, Roat appeared again, this time in a second disguise. He introduced himself as the son of the old man and told an elaborate story about his father being convinced that his wife was having an affair with a photographer. He claimed that his father had told him that his wife, Luciana Roat, had left their home with a doll that played a particular song. Susy recognized the song right away and slowly began to suspect that her husband may be having an affair with Roat's wife. Worse yet, she recalled from earlier in the day hearing the radio report of a Mrs. Luciana Roat found dead in an empty lot a few blocks from her home. Susy began to suspect Sam has murdered Mrs. Roat (Lisa) and once she was alone in the apartment again, she searched frantically for the doll in order to prove her husband's innocence.
Thus began an elaborate guessing game of does the blind lady have the doll and will she find it. Susy was convinced that she couldn't trust the police, since all the evidence pointed to Sam being Mrs. Roat's killer. The only person Susy could trust was Mike, and she promised to phone him once she found the doll. Gloria, the little girl who lived upstairs had the doll the entire time, and after seeing Susy upset, she returned the doll to her neighbor. Gloria agreed to phone Susy if she spotted anyone suspicious outside. Elated at having found the doll and the chance to prove Sam's innocence, Susy phoned Mike to tell him the great news. Unfortunately, Gloria called Susy back a minute later, the signal that Mike was in fact one of the villains.
Susy hid the doll again before Mike, Roat, and Carlino returned, and she told them that the doll was at Sam's studio. Roat silently cut Susy's phone cord before he and Mike departed for the studio, leaving Carlino as a look out, blocking the only exit from the apartment. Afraid for the girl's safety, Susy sent Gloria on a bus to the park where Sam was working and instructed her to bring Sam and the police back with her. Susy then set about preparing her apartment for war. She smashed every light bulb in the apartment, save the one in the refrigerator, and she replaced the water in a flower pot with film developing chemicals. Then she sat in the dark and waited for her enemies.
Meanwhile, Roat and Mike tore the studio apart, but there was no doll. Enraged, they returned to Greenwich Village. Mike volunteered to talk to Susy, secretly telling Carlino to kill Roat. Unfortunately for Carlino, Roat had other plans. He got in his car and ran over Carlino repeatedly before returning to the apartment himself, stabbing Mike in the back while Susy listened in horror. He stalked her through the pitch black apartment, pouring gasoline throughout the place and taunting her by dragging a silk scarf over her face and by touching her with his cellophane-gloved hands. He lit matches and held them up to her face, and let her trip helplessly over Mike's bloody corpse.
This all continued until Susy was able to trick him into looking at her, at which point she splashed his face with film chemicals. Luckily he was not blinded in the attack, but he was stunned enough to drop his switch blade on the floor. This is the moment he will be pulled into the game.
PERSONALITY:
Very little is known about the man who introduces himself as Harry Roat, Jr. of Scarsdale. In fact, the audience can never be certain that he is who he says he is or is from where he says he's from. What we do know is he is an evasive character and a ruthless character, and that he won't hesitate to torture or kill anyone who stands in his way. He carefully keeps up his mysterious persona. He is dishonest, at least about some things, and one can never be sure if what he is saying is the truth or a complete fabrication, made up to fit whatever his needs for the moment may be. He's slick, cocky, and totally cool, embodying the 1960's hipster persona to a tee.
He can be verbose at times, though his manner of speaking is countered by his accent and tone, which all point to a lower class New York background. Roat is a fast talker and is quick on his feet, which serves him well in his cons. He can adopt various accents and is a master of disguise, apt to taking on different aliases as the need arises. He has a flare for the dramatic, and he also thinks very highly of himself.
He thinks he is more clever and more cunning than he actually is. That isn't to say he's unintelligent, rather his confidence in himself is somewhat unwarranted. He crafts complex, elaborate plans and schemes for his cons, plots that are often too detailed for his own good. He seems to have some delusions of grandeur, and while he's not at the bottom of the criminal ladder, he's no mafia kingpin either. He's a man who still has to do his own dirty work.
If there's an honest way to do a job, he'll take that route. He prefers a direct approach to an indirect one. However, he's impatient, and if his initial methods fail, he will resort to violence rather quickly. Roat is a man who will commit murder if it serves his ends, but he does not kill indiscriminately. If someone crosses him or if they stand between him and his goals, they are fair game, but he will not kill someone unprovoked or for no reason. He is capable of cruelty, and once it's sparked, his temper can be very tough to quell. He is a man who will seek revenge, and he is unrelenting against those he perceives to be enemies.
He is incredibly greedy and will stop at nothing to take what he wants. But he can be blinded by his own ambitions and rage, and for all of the effort and detail he puts into his schemes, he's not a man who sees the big picture. He is often short-sighted in his actions and neglects to see the possible outcomes of his schemes. By waiting until dark to face Susy, and by becoming so engrossed with his own plan to trick her using disguises, he inadvertently leveled the playing field with her, turning what could have been a relatively easy burglary into a deadly game.
POWER:
Roat has no canon powers. However, he is a skilled con artist and actor and is very adept at disguising himself. For the purposes of this game, he will be granted the following powers:
Leaves no evidence: Roat will not leave finger prints, DNA, or any other physical evidence behind him, no matter what he does. He has fingerprints on his hands, but he cannot leave a print when he touches an object. If he loses a hair at a crime scene, it will come back from a crime lab as unidentifiable. Likewise, any DNA evidence will be unusable. If he is observed by a security camera committing a crime, it will inexplicably be unable to record his image. And if an NPC eye witness spots him committing a crime, they will later be unable to accurately describe him for police. If his picture appears in a photo line-up, NPC witnesses will not recognize him. PC witnesses can still finger him, but there will never be physical evidence linking him to any crimes.
Vocal mimicry: He can perfectly mimic anyone's voice, male or female. This ability is not perfect, however and will not fool computer voice-recognition software or characters whose abilities center around being able to distinguish authentic voice patterns from replicated ones. This ability can be used on PC characters and human NPCs only and will require permission from the other mun. He is unable to mimic animals or machine sounds.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
[voice]
Well, well. This certainly is not Susy's place. No sir, not at all. And if my eyes are not deceiving me, it would appear I've landed on some unfamiliar turf.
[A pause, then a soft snort.]
No matter. This is a pretty swank place you've got set up for yourselves, I must admit. I am very impressed. That robo-chick sure knows how to decorate, am I right?
But I digress. Perhaps one of you cats would be so kindly and generous as to impart some information to a newly arrived immigrant to your fair city. As in, who's in charge around here and how might one go about arranging transportation to the place from whence they came? You give me some answers, and I shall give you my eternal gratitude. I haven't got much besides that, I'm afraid.
Then again, I do have my good name. I'm Harry Roat, Jr. From Scarsdale.
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
Roat wasn't the kind of man who took things like this for face value. He'd been in this line of work long enough to have been roughed up and screwed over a time or two. He knew what sorts of levels the competition would stoop to in order to get the edge. But he also knew that this sort of venture was beyond anything the other junk peddlers were capable of. Kidnapping was out of the question, then, and that left two options. Either he had died in Susy Hendrix's apartment, or that female voice that greeted him on his arrival had been telling him the Lord's truth. Considering he was now minus one expensive switch-blade and one doll stuffed with heroin, he did not consider himself to be a fan of either option.
The first thing on Roat's to-do list was to lay low and survey the goings-on of this so-called City. Back home, he'd have gone straight to the worst parts of town. Hell's Kitchen, Bed-Stuy, maybe up to Harlem. Ask who was dealing, ask where it was from, sniff around a bit. But this wasn't New York, and this sure as hell was not 1967. The sheer size and scope of this town was baffling to him, but in typical Roat style, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, lit up a cigarette, and brushed it off.
Since diving straight into his typical fare was off the counter, he had but one other option at his disposal. The communicator was a nifty little device, no doubt about it, and he fiddled with his endlessly until he figured out how to pull up some past posts and comments. People taking this superhero shit seriously, people who fancied themselves to be comic book supervillains. Honest to god nutjobs in the same boat as him. And normal people, too. Little boys and girls who just wanted to go home to their mommies and daddies.
He couldn't help but snort at them, gears turning in his head, behind perfectly circular sunglasses. He could be like them. He could be that poor layman lost, the soul who wanted nothing more than to get back home to his poor wife and family. It sure as hell would be a decent cover story, anyway, assuming he got back to what he did best.
To anyone walking past him on the sidewalk, he was just a typical hipster trudging through Manhattan, dialing up a number on some fancy new cellphone. But this was no ordinary, innocent man. Mike Talman's blood was dried beneath his fingernails while Roat was seconds from connecting to a whole network of unsuspecting people. Finally, he got the communicator working, and after a moment, he spoke in his standard New York drawl. Story presented to the masses, all Roat had to do was wait.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
N/A
NAME: Ali
AGE: 24
JOURNAL:
aliccolo IM: aliccolo
E-MAIL: aliccolo@gmail.com
RETURNING: I play six characters: Daredevil, Firestar, Hawkeye II, Mockingbird, Jessica Wakefield, & Doctor Zoidberg. I would like to bump up to seven.
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Harry Roat
FANDOM: Wait Until Dark (film version)
CHRONOLOGY: About 20 minutes before the film's end. At this point he has just murdered his two partners in crime and is torturing the protagonist.
CLASS: Villain
SUPERHERO NAME: Roat
ALTER EGO: Harry Roat, Jr., drug dealer and con artist
BACKGROUND:
((Essentially nothing is known about Roat before the events of Wait Until Dark. He gives his name, that he hails from Scarsdale, and that he has no criminal record, and that's pretty much it. Whether or not any of that is even true is unclear. However, from his actions in canon and from the situation he finds himself in, a few things can be surmised. Firstly, he is a career criminal, and his crime of choice is drug dealing, Exactly how he came into the heroin distribution trade is unknown, but he is a big enough player that he has his own mules and underlings, but still has to do a lot of dirty work himself. We can also gather that he's been running cons for awhile, due to his ability to adopt new identities and his disguises.
At some point he met a woman named Lisa and she began running drugs for him. He later identifies Lisa as his wife, but it is unlikely that the two were actually married. It seems more likely that he merely used that excuse as part of his con.))
The story takes place in Greenwich Village, Manhattan in the fall of 1967. We are introduced to a photographer named Sam Hendrix who has just returned from business in Montreal. While at the airport, a strange woman named Lisa asked him to hold a doll for her and deliver it to a hospital; she explained to Sam that her other daughter is meeting her at the gate and she didn't want her daughter to get jealous. Sam agreed and took the doll home to the below ground apartment he shared with his wife Susy, who was blinded in a car accident a year earlier. Busy with work, Sam promptly forgot the doll, which was then "borrowed" by Gloria, a neighborhood girl from upstairs.
Unfortunately for the Hendrix family, Lisa was a drug mule and that doll was stuffed with heroin. Lots of heroin. And the person meeting Lisa at the airport was not her daughter, but her former boss, drug dealer Harry Roat. And Harry Roat was a very dangerous man to cross. Upon realizing Lisa no longer had the doll in her possession, he forced her to help him track down Sam Hendrix. The pair arrived at his apartment and Lisa searched frantically for the doll, but to no avail. Enraged, Roat murdered Lisa and stuffed her body into a garment bag which he then locked inside the Hendrix's closet. He then contacted two of Lisa's old con artist buddies, Carlino and Mike Talman, and left them a typed note to meet at the Hendrix's apartment. Thinking the note was from Lisa and that the apartment was hers as well, the two recently paroled criminals entered the apartment and made themselves at home while they waited for Lisa to arrive.
But instead they were met with Harry Roat, a man neither of them had previously met and of whom both were highly suspicious. Roat explained that he knew who they were, and that he was a friend of Lisa's. He explained that Lisa needs the two of them to find the doll, and that Lisa would pay them handsomely if they were able to locate it for her. Roat was convinced that the doll was somewhere in the apartment, and from his spot in the living room, he relaxed while the two criminals scoured the place for the doll and drugs. At this point Mike became suspicious about the locked closet, and upon forcing Roat to hand over the key, he discovered Lisa's body.
Carlino and Mike panicked and immediately headed for the door, but Roat plays the whole thing cool. He revealed to them that Lisa once worked for him but had decided to poach his clients and get into dealing on her own, and thus had to be taught a lesson. He also reminded them that they were ex-cons whose fingerprints were all over the apartment. If Lisa's body was discovered in the apartment, Carlino and Mike would go back to prison on a murder charge. Seeing no alternative but to work for Roat, the two men helped roll Lisa's body into a rug and dumped her in an abandoned lot where she was discovered the next morning.
Ever the criminal mastermind, Roat hatched an ingenious plan to gain reentry into the Hendrix home, one he had already set in motion the previous afternoon. The three of them waited until nightfall, when Sam Hendrix was away at an evening photo shoot and Susy was home by herself. Roat had Mike pass himself off as an old army friend of Sam's paying the couple a surprise visit. Susy was taken in by this ruse instantly and began treating Mike as a trusted friend of the family. The two were visiting when Roat suddenly forced his way into the apartment. However he was disguised, dressed as an elderly man, and was ranting and raving about an affair and a photographer and his daughter-in-law. Susy was bewildered and had Mike phone the police, though instead Carlino was summoned to the apartment, and under the guise of investigating Old Man Roat's outburst, he and Mike searched the apartment for the doll.
As a further distraction, Roat appeared again, this time in a second disguise. He introduced himself as the son of the old man and told an elaborate story about his father being convinced that his wife was having an affair with a photographer. He claimed that his father had told him that his wife, Luciana Roat, had left their home with a doll that played a particular song. Susy recognized the song right away and slowly began to suspect that her husband may be having an affair with Roat's wife. Worse yet, she recalled from earlier in the day hearing the radio report of a Mrs. Luciana Roat found dead in an empty lot a few blocks from her home. Susy began to suspect Sam has murdered Mrs. Roat (Lisa) and once she was alone in the apartment again, she searched frantically for the doll in order to prove her husband's innocence.
Thus began an elaborate guessing game of does the blind lady have the doll and will she find it. Susy was convinced that she couldn't trust the police, since all the evidence pointed to Sam being Mrs. Roat's killer. The only person Susy could trust was Mike, and she promised to phone him once she found the doll. Gloria, the little girl who lived upstairs had the doll the entire time, and after seeing Susy upset, she returned the doll to her neighbor. Gloria agreed to phone Susy if she spotted anyone suspicious outside. Elated at having found the doll and the chance to prove Sam's innocence, Susy phoned Mike to tell him the great news. Unfortunately, Gloria called Susy back a minute later, the signal that Mike was in fact one of the villains.
Susy hid the doll again before Mike, Roat, and Carlino returned, and she told them that the doll was at Sam's studio. Roat silently cut Susy's phone cord before he and Mike departed for the studio, leaving Carlino as a look out, blocking the only exit from the apartment. Afraid for the girl's safety, Susy sent Gloria on a bus to the park where Sam was working and instructed her to bring Sam and the police back with her. Susy then set about preparing her apartment for war. She smashed every light bulb in the apartment, save the one in the refrigerator, and she replaced the water in a flower pot with film developing chemicals. Then she sat in the dark and waited for her enemies.
Meanwhile, Roat and Mike tore the studio apart, but there was no doll. Enraged, they returned to Greenwich Village. Mike volunteered to talk to Susy, secretly telling Carlino to kill Roat. Unfortunately for Carlino, Roat had other plans. He got in his car and ran over Carlino repeatedly before returning to the apartment himself, stabbing Mike in the back while Susy listened in horror. He stalked her through the pitch black apartment, pouring gasoline throughout the place and taunting her by dragging a silk scarf over her face and by touching her with his cellophane-gloved hands. He lit matches and held them up to her face, and let her trip helplessly over Mike's bloody corpse.
This all continued until Susy was able to trick him into looking at her, at which point she splashed his face with film chemicals. Luckily he was not blinded in the attack, but he was stunned enough to drop his switch blade on the floor. This is the moment he will be pulled into the game.
PERSONALITY:
Very little is known about the man who introduces himself as Harry Roat, Jr. of Scarsdale. In fact, the audience can never be certain that he is who he says he is or is from where he says he's from. What we do know is he is an evasive character and a ruthless character, and that he won't hesitate to torture or kill anyone who stands in his way. He carefully keeps up his mysterious persona. He is dishonest, at least about some things, and one can never be sure if what he is saying is the truth or a complete fabrication, made up to fit whatever his needs for the moment may be. He's slick, cocky, and totally cool, embodying the 1960's hipster persona to a tee.
He can be verbose at times, though his manner of speaking is countered by his accent and tone, which all point to a lower class New York background. Roat is a fast talker and is quick on his feet, which serves him well in his cons. He can adopt various accents and is a master of disguise, apt to taking on different aliases as the need arises. He has a flare for the dramatic, and he also thinks very highly of himself.
He thinks he is more clever and more cunning than he actually is. That isn't to say he's unintelligent, rather his confidence in himself is somewhat unwarranted. He crafts complex, elaborate plans and schemes for his cons, plots that are often too detailed for his own good. He seems to have some delusions of grandeur, and while he's not at the bottom of the criminal ladder, he's no mafia kingpin either. He's a man who still has to do his own dirty work.
If there's an honest way to do a job, he'll take that route. He prefers a direct approach to an indirect one. However, he's impatient, and if his initial methods fail, he will resort to violence rather quickly. Roat is a man who will commit murder if it serves his ends, but he does not kill indiscriminately. If someone crosses him or if they stand between him and his goals, they are fair game, but he will not kill someone unprovoked or for no reason. He is capable of cruelty, and once it's sparked, his temper can be very tough to quell. He is a man who will seek revenge, and he is unrelenting against those he perceives to be enemies.
He is incredibly greedy and will stop at nothing to take what he wants. But he can be blinded by his own ambitions and rage, and for all of the effort and detail he puts into his schemes, he's not a man who sees the big picture. He is often short-sighted in his actions and neglects to see the possible outcomes of his schemes. By waiting until dark to face Susy, and by becoming so engrossed with his own plan to trick her using disguises, he inadvertently leveled the playing field with her, turning what could have been a relatively easy burglary into a deadly game.
POWER:
Roat has no canon powers. However, he is a skilled con artist and actor and is very adept at disguising himself. For the purposes of this game, he will be granted the following powers:
Leaves no evidence: Roat will not leave finger prints, DNA, or any other physical evidence behind him, no matter what he does. He has fingerprints on his hands, but he cannot leave a print when he touches an object. If he loses a hair at a crime scene, it will come back from a crime lab as unidentifiable. Likewise, any DNA evidence will be unusable. If he is observed by a security camera committing a crime, it will inexplicably be unable to record his image. And if an NPC eye witness spots him committing a crime, they will later be unable to accurately describe him for police. If his picture appears in a photo line-up, NPC witnesses will not recognize him. PC witnesses can still finger him, but there will never be physical evidence linking him to any crimes.
Vocal mimicry: He can perfectly mimic anyone's voice, male or female. This ability is not perfect, however and will not fool computer voice-recognition software or characters whose abilities center around being able to distinguish authentic voice patterns from replicated ones. This ability can be used on PC characters and human NPCs only and will require permission from the other mun. He is unable to mimic animals or machine sounds.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
[voice]
Well, well. This certainly is not Susy's place. No sir, not at all. And if my eyes are not deceiving me, it would appear I've landed on some unfamiliar turf.
[A pause, then a soft snort.]
No matter. This is a pretty swank place you've got set up for yourselves, I must admit. I am very impressed. That robo-chick sure knows how to decorate, am I right?
But I digress. Perhaps one of you cats would be so kindly and generous as to impart some information to a newly arrived immigrant to your fair city. As in, who's in charge around here and how might one go about arranging transportation to the place from whence they came? You give me some answers, and I shall give you my eternal gratitude. I haven't got much besides that, I'm afraid.
Then again, I do have my good name. I'm Harry Roat, Jr. From Scarsdale.
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
Roat wasn't the kind of man who took things like this for face value. He'd been in this line of work long enough to have been roughed up and screwed over a time or two. He knew what sorts of levels the competition would stoop to in order to get the edge. But he also knew that this sort of venture was beyond anything the other junk peddlers were capable of. Kidnapping was out of the question, then, and that left two options. Either he had died in Susy Hendrix's apartment, or that female voice that greeted him on his arrival had been telling him the Lord's truth. Considering he was now minus one expensive switch-blade and one doll stuffed with heroin, he did not consider himself to be a fan of either option.
The first thing on Roat's to-do list was to lay low and survey the goings-on of this so-called City. Back home, he'd have gone straight to the worst parts of town. Hell's Kitchen, Bed-Stuy, maybe up to Harlem. Ask who was dealing, ask where it was from, sniff around a bit. But this wasn't New York, and this sure as hell was not 1967. The sheer size and scope of this town was baffling to him, but in typical Roat style, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, lit up a cigarette, and brushed it off.
Since diving straight into his typical fare was off the counter, he had but one other option at his disposal. The communicator was a nifty little device, no doubt about it, and he fiddled with his endlessly until he figured out how to pull up some past posts and comments. People taking this superhero shit seriously, people who fancied themselves to be comic book supervillains. Honest to god nutjobs in the same boat as him. And normal people, too. Little boys and girls who just wanted to go home to their mommies and daddies.
He couldn't help but snort at them, gears turning in his head, behind perfectly circular sunglasses. He could be like them. He could be that poor layman lost, the soul who wanted nothing more than to get back home to his poor wife and family. It sure as hell would be a decent cover story, anyway, assuming he got back to what he did best.
To anyone walking past him on the sidewalk, he was just a typical hipster trudging through Manhattan, dialing up a number on some fancy new cellphone. But this was no ordinary, innocent man. Mike Talman's blood was dried beneath his fingernails while Roat was seconds from connecting to a whole network of unsuspecting people. Finally, he got the communicator working, and after a moment, he spoke in his standard New York drawl. Story presented to the masses, all Roat had to do was wait.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
N/A
