conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: TroubleBrewing: It's been a long night. The sun is still two hours from rising, and the diner is more active than usual.
  
  Seated about the small restaurant are four men and two women of various ages and ilks. The waitress sits behind the counter, trying her level best to finish a Sudoku puzzle before her shift ends.
  
  Located right off the highway in a cluster of fast food restaurants, cheap motels, and a small strip mall, this southern Illinois town boasts no more than 300 residents.
  
  Tonight, all of this comes crashing down.
  
  Please provide a short physical description of your character here.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Federalist: Jennifer Hall is young, attractive and athletic.  With shoulder length blonde hair pulled back in a pony-tail, she looks more like a cheerleader than a police recruit.  She is average height and athletically built at 5'7" 135lbs.  She is wearing jeans, tennis shoes and a tank top.  She has a bag of her police training clothes beside her.  Her weapon is in a small pancake holster tucked in her shirt, out of sight.  She sips on a coffee as she thinks about what motel she is staying at tonight.  She has an interview at the sheriff's dept tomorrow.  Rural departments usually don't have such stringent requirements and would be more likely to take her.  But that's a thought for tomorrow.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hazumu: The sound of screeching tires, shattering glass and the pained scream of a woman.  "Mom! Oh god, Mom! 
  
  Glenn wakes up with a start in the sleeper cab of his semi-truck. He had been shouting just a moment ago and tears are running down his cheeks. Groggily he raises himself up and climbs to the front set looking out the front window. It is still dark in the abandoned parking lot he was parked in, the only light coming from the nearby restaurants, strip-malls and the flashes of cars passing by on the highway.
  
  Glenn glaces at the time on this cellphone then frowns. He had wanted to wake up an hour later but there was no way he could go back to sleep now. He turns on the cabin light, he goes about washing his hair and face in the wash basin.
  
  Afterwords he pulls out a small mirror and takes a good look at himself. He has short wavy black hair that has a mind of its own, despite his best efforts. He has stubble growing on his face as usual, he usually shaves only once a week. The deep bags under his dark brown eyes allude to his occasional sleeping problem, although he never feels as tired as he looks. On the whole he is fairly average looking, but would probably clean up well.
  
  Glenn dresses quickly, now that he has extra time, he is eager to get something to eat at the nearby diner. He puts on his jeans, a belt, a leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt and finally his steeltoe boots. After locking the truck he climbs down and walks across the empty parking lot to the diner.
  
  Entering the diner, Glenn takes a seat at an empty table and motions the waitress over. He smiles politely,  "I'd like a breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee, thanks." 
   ((OOC: If there is a t.v. or radio in here he focuses most of his attention on that, trying to hear the weather report.)) 