Boston Bombing Vision | Eta




Over at the café', Janice is still chattering away about the latest episode of Blacklist, which Eta is normally very into. Today she just feels less normal. That dream, it had gone away since she'd been doing her herbal teas, but now it was back. Was this a relapse?

Suddenly, in her mind's eye, she saw a waiter walk by and trip on her purse, dropping the bottle of Perrier he was carrying.

She turned to Janice who had stopped talking, and was now staring at Eta. " You feeling' ok hun? "

"I'm fine Janice, I'm sorry… these darn headaches, what were you saying? " Eta denied it.

"You need something? I always carry the standards, generic of course… same thing, less money…"

"Janice, it's nothing really." Just then a waiter walked by with a bottle of Perrier. He tripped on her purse, and she reached out and caught the bottle before it hit the ground.

"You have amazing reflexes! Thank you!" the waiter stated, and he moved on looking embarrassed.

"Wow girl !" Janice exclaimed. "You really are good! " Janice went back to recanting the television show. Eta tried to appear interested, she actually really enjoyed the show. But these episodes were getting out of control.

Then, Janice disappeared. She was somewhere else, far away.

City street. cars driving by. People walking along, minding their own business, most looking down at their smart phones as if they were walking by GPS. Now there's people running, the streets of roped off, and she can see people in jogging suits, numbers on their back. Then her attention is drawn to a young man placing a backback in the trash can. She knows this place, but she's never been here. A blinding flash of light. Glass splattering all over her. The percussion hits her chest and…

it's over... It's the same one she's been having for weeks now. There are the little things that she seems to see before they happen. Like the waiter. Coincidence. Maybe. But then there's this dream, what could it mean? She must not have been staring blankly for too long, because her friend didn't notice at all this time. These waking dreams are getting more and more vivid. More details. It's strange how eerie they are.

"Oh my!" she hears from just behind her, she turns to see the whole restaurant slowly turning to see the television. Stunned silence. Another terrorist attack.

"An explosion just went off at the Boston Marathon just moments ago…" the reporter covering the information they had so far.

…wait, did they say Boston? A sick feeling comes over her... is that even possible? Then it happens. She sees the young man, from her dream, running away from the scene in the news with all the other people.

Her friend notices that she's gone pale, she asks the bartender for water. They start to fan her. Eta folds her head into her hands at stares at the T.V. in total shock. "What is happening?" They all assume she's talking about the recent rise in terrorist attacks… if they only knew.

"Excuse me, Janice, I have to make a call. I have friends in that area. I'll see you later ok?" Eta does not wait for an answer, she walks to a nearby payphone, which are getting harder to come by these days, keeping her face from a clear line of sight to any cameras she sees. She calls the F.B.I. hotline with an anonymous tip regarding the bomber, and the news channel that had the photo. Then she heads home… to process.



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Thaddeus J. B. Rotcudnoc

Character Sketch (Hints)

 
 

Motivation: Power/Control, to be the apex of every triangle, and the conductor of every interaction.

 
 

Character Sketch

 
 

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Black Suit, real name unknown

  • Alias: Thaddeus J. B. Rotcudnoc
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Thaddeus abhors social inventions. He is a trillion-aire. His net personal (non-corporate) net worth is equal, at least, to the annual GDP of North America combined.

 
 

He needs to be in control of all things at all times. Money is not a motivation, it is a tool used to achieve that control. He owns half the US Senators, and blackmails another 1/4 of them. He considers Warren Buffet a small time nuisance, and sometimes an unwitting participant in his schemes.

 
 

Real power is wielded secretly, quietly, and firmly. He never uses his real name, he's not even sure if he can remember his real name.

 
 

Today he's decided to be known as Thaddeus.

 
 

 
 

Overview: Traits, Strengths, SDI, Type, Gifts, Talents, Skills

 
 

  • Physical Description
    • Hair
      • White Hiar
      • Clean, Professional, part to the side.
      • Bright White, Bounces a bit if he walks/turns quickly
    • Eyes
      • Grey
      • No Glasses
    • Height/Weight
      • 5'7"
      • 155 lbs
      • Fit, not buff, but fit.
    • Style of Dress
      • Typically wears expensive business suits, popular/common cuts and colors.
      • Most Commonly wears a black suit and white shirt.
    • Speech
      • Hard to pin down, possibly a subtle German underpinning.
      • Speaks with simple phrases, may throw out a few college words from time to time which betray an intelligence. Prefers to get to what he is going to say directly, without misunderstanding, to control the situation with his words.
    • How Character Feels About Physical Appearance
      • Appearance is a tool used to wield power. I often wear a black suit, white shirt, and various ties. Always up to date with the latest fashions, but with a conservative and ubiquitous style. Flashy is not my thing.
      • The clothing should be expensive enough to make an impression on those who know what money can buy, but neutral enough to be vague in description to any authorities. I always make contingencies, ensuring that any evidence of my presence is wiped from cameras and recordings, but in this new digital age, you can never be too cautious, so I keep a low profile.
      • Appearance, like nearly all things for Thaddeus, is a finished product. Finley tuned and honed over many decades.
  • Personality
    • Mannerisms
      • certain little thing the character likes to do, like tearing up napkins while waiting for food at a restaurant
      • another certain little thing the character likes to do
    • Bad Habits
      • Bad Habit 1
      • Bad Habit 2
    • Strengths/Weaknesses
      • Strengths
      • Weaknesses
  • Likes/Dislikes
    • Likes
      • Snifter of Cognac
      • Making People Nervous
    • Dislikes
      • Things that are not well made / done right. Mistakes.
      • When things happen that he did not plan for / make contingencies for.
  • Family
    • Parents - Orphan
    • Siblings - None
    • Extended Family - None
  • Hobbies
    • Hobby 1
      • Science/Discovery
      • To be used to gain more control.
    • Hobby 2
      • details about hobby
      • character's feelings about hobby
  • History
    • Childhood
      • Event
      • Event
      • character's feelings about childhood
    • Teen Years
      • Event
      • Event
      • character's feelings about teen years
    • Young Adulthood
      • Event
      • Event
      • character's feelings about young adulthood
    • Just Before the Story Begins
      • Event
      • Event
      • character's feelings about events
  • Conflicts
    • Must be in Power/Control, to be the apex of every triangle, and the conductor of every interaction.
    • Outer Conflicts

 
 

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Someone is brought in by Dr. Briar to fix the project with sound and spirit world experiments. He is superior in intellect to most, he is a strong strategist, and he has motives that are not entirely purely scientific. His motives differ from Dr. Briar's in that sense. He's RICH… but so rich that making more money has no appeal to him. He'd be just as likely to drop a billion on a failing business just for the fun of turning it around as he would to just watch the money burn and spin that business wildly out of control. He's bored… he likes the power of anonymity. He made Dr. Briar think that Dr. Briar sought out his help; when in fact, he orchestrated the whole thing.

 
 

Who is this Antagonist? Does he have a name? Will we ever know it? How much mystery is good, vs how much do we need to build flesh and blood into this guy and make him more real, menacing? Then again, the unknown has it's own fear built in.

 
 

He motivated by money, in the sense that once should have gain, value, profit of some kind of out one's expenditure of energy. That value added need not be monetary though. Power. Control. Can the other dimensions, what some call the spirit world, be accessed? Can they be manipulated? Can they be controlled? These are the real power, the real questions.

 
 

 
 

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"Yes, Dr. Briar I am! That is why you brought me here. To fix this reject project and bring something valuable out of it. Keep me appraised of any changes."

 
 

The black suited man turned and left the room. His tuft of white hair bouncing along as he walked away.

 
 

 
 

 
 

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He enjoyed seeing that look on people's face, when they first realize that they were never the one in charge or in control. When they realize that the person they thought they brought on to assist, was actually the one calling the shots. What they seldom know, and could not understand, is that they were never calling the shots. They were all part of his orchestrated plan. They were but a violin in his symphony, and easily replaceable.

 
 

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