The Ace of Aces

Welcome! To my private little "banquet of chaos!" I am afraid I have little to offer, but please make yourself at home, and soak up the atmosphere. If you have anything you need to tell me, please do not be afraid to ask.

[valcntines]

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[ohcorny]

you’ll never see it coming, ed boys

[the-aceofaces]

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My name is Christopher Ross Howie. I'm an English Major currently on pace to attend my first year of college at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, as pictured above. I've had to go through a lot of obstacles and trials just to get where I am right now, and for me, it feels like a co...

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[the-aceofaces]

Click here to support Tuition Fund and Expenses by Christopher Ross Howie

My name is Christopher Ross Howie. I'm an English Major currently on pace to attend my first year of college at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, as pictured above. I've had to go through a lot of obstacles and trials just to get where I am right now, and for me, it feels like a co...

((I know I’m not on here very much anymore, but if you guys could help me out by donating or just sharing the link around, I would be greatly appreciative. This is for the rest of my college bill for this semester.))

[the-aceofaces]

Click here to support Tuition Fund and Expenses by Christopher Ross Howie

My name is Christopher Ross Howie. I'm an English Major currently on pace to attend my first year of college at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, as pictured above. I've had to go through a lot of obstacles and trials just to get where I am right now, and for me, it feels like a co...

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[the-aceofaces]

“Family?”

He pondered for just a moment. While they most certainly were not related, he feared that he might not get what he wanted if he told the truth. Besides, it didn’t seem like this receptionist would be hard to convince one way or the other.

“Yes, actually. He’s a old relative of mine. I’d like to try and find him, and I had reason to believe he might be here. ”

[boxobones]

The receptionist’s thumbing came to a stop, “We have three Carpenters here. Andrew D. Carpenter, Alton A. Carpenter and Jessie L. Carpenter,” he informed Luke quietly. 

[the-aceofaces]

That information wasn't exactly useful at all. It wasn't the Carpenter that he sought, but he supposed it wouldn't be much of a mystery if he could have been found so easily. Shrugging his shoulders, he shook his head.

"Hmm, I see... That's not who I'm looking for. Thank you anyway."

He looked around the area once more, not finding anything else to be of use here presently, so he turned and made for the exit, considering his next move. It seemed a little obvious, but he supposed he could at least gather some information on Joseph Carpenter from the police who had searched for him before. No other option immediately came to investigate in this strange, toy-minded town, so he made the decision to go to the police station. He wasn't sure exactly where it is, but he could follow the road signs there.

[the-aceofaces]

"Family?"

He pondered for just a moment. While they most certainly were not related, he feared that he might not get what he wanted if he told the truth. Besides, it didn't seem like this receptionist would be hard to convince one way or the other.

"Yes, actually. He's a old relative of mine. I'd like to try and find him, and I had reason to believe he might be here. "

[the-aceofaces]

Luke shrugged his shoulders as the kids left, figuring he had done all that he could do to try and help the youth of America. Besides, it was hardly his concern what those children did.

“I know when I was a lad, I certainly applied myself to more productive pursuits than that.”

He said, mostly under his breath, before returning to his car. He did have a place he needed to be. The local mental health hospital. While he doubted it would be so easy as to just find Joseph Carpenter there, he was hopeful a lead of some sort could be found at that place. Those supposedly ‘living’ dolls, and Joseph Carpenter. He wondered if there was some sort of connection there, idly, as he began the short drive to the hospital.

[boxobones]

The hospital, was a very angular, one story building with bare concrete walls. The small grass plot outside of it hosted unimpressive, wilting flowers. 

Once inside the doors, and sharp silence met the ears. In front of the building was a small reception desk, immediately to the left was what appeared to be a recreational room. There were bolts in the walls were tvs may have once been-there was nothing there now. The few elderly patients there were sitting or reading in absolute silence. 

[the-aceofaces]

When he arrived at his destination, Luke probed the surroundings with an unimpressed eye.

“Hm. Doesn’t seem like a state of the art facility.”

Stepping out of his car, he examined a bit longer, before heading inside, finding another unmemorable scene before his eyes. While he hadn’t toured many mental health facilities, this didn’t have the appearance of a well-regarded place.

The atmosphere was even a bit unsettling. Luke wasn’t afraid of hospitals, but this sort of silence was pervading and choking. All the same, he had a mission. So he walked up to the reception desk and tried to get the attention of whomever was manning the booth.

[boxobones]

The fellow at the desk appeared to be falling asleep. As Luke was approaching a tall, wide man walked by the desk and slammed his hand down as he went, startling the receptionist back away. 

The large man stopped in the recreational room and began marking down the patients that were currently there. 

[the-aceofaces]

Luke watched the scene with an amused eye. He supposed the tall man had to be one of the men in charge here, and for a moment, he wondered if he would be better off trying to ask that man for information, but he decided to speak with the receptionist.

"Excuse me, sir. If you don't mind my intrusion, I was endeavoring to investigate a certain disappearance, and I was wondering if this man had perhaps been a patient here. Do you know a Joseph Carpenter?"

[the-aceofaces]

Luke shrugged his shoulders as the kids left, figuring he had done all that he could do to try and help the youth of America. Besides, it was hardly his concern what those children did.

“I know when I was a lad, I certainly applied myself to more productive pursuits than that.”

He said, mostly under his breath, before returning to his car. He did have a place he needed to be. The local mental health hospital. While he doubted it would be so easy as to just find Joseph Carpenter there, he was hopeful a lead of some sort could be found at that place. Those supposedly ‘living’ dolls, and Joseph Carpenter. He wondered if there was some sort of connection there, idly, as he began the short drive to the hospital.

[boxobones]

The hospital, was a very angular, one story building with bare concrete walls. The small grass plot outside of it hosted unimpressive, wilting flowers. 

Once inside the doors, and sharp silence met the ears. In front of the building was a small reception desk, immediately to the left was what appeared to be a recreational room. There were bolts in the walls were tvs may have once been-there was nothing there now. The few elderly patients there were sitting or reading in absolute silence. 

[the-aceofaces]

When he arrived at his destination, Luke probed the surroundings with an unimpressed eye.

"Hm. Doesn't seem like a state of the art facility."

Stepping out of his car, he examined a bit longer, before heading inside, finding another unmemorable scene before his eyes. While he hadn't toured many mental health facilities, this didn't have the appearance of a well-regarded place.

The atmosphere was even a bit unsettling. Luke wasn't afraid of hospitals, but this sort of silence was pervading and choking. All the same, he had a mission. So he walked up to the reception desk and tried to get the attention of whomever was manning the booth.

[the-aceofaces]

"Looking good in 3D, Ace~"

“Certainly. I am the definition of dashing in all dimensions, even the 4th dimension. It was only a matter of time my exploits were transcribed to the fine art of… pachinko?”

He scowled, before shrugging his shoulders. 

“Ah, well. Mendicants can’t be choosers, after all.”

[boxobones]

“Looking to impress Pops? At this rate you’ll be one of the Flock in no time.” 

[the-aceofaces]

"Hardly. I suppose some entreprenuring sorts finally realized the value in the brand of Luke Atmey. It's about time, I say."

He grins confidently, before a lightbulb of sorts lights in his head.

"...Wait just a moment! I wasn't contacted about this! Those scalliwags are profiting off my glorious image without getting my permission! Hmm. I'll have to have a word with whomever created this pachinko machine."

[the-aceofaces]

"Looking good in 3D, Ace~"

“Certainly. I am the definition of dashing in all dimensions, even the 4th dimension. It was only a matter of time my exploits were transcribed to the fine art of... pachinko?”

He scowled, before shrugging his shoulders. 

“Ah, well. Mendicants can’t be choosers, after all.”

[the-aceofaces]

Do you know of me Mr. Atmey? ((It's an Atmod! Yay! ^.^))

“Dahlia Hawthorne...?”

The case of Dahlia Hawthorne was one he had not studied closely himself, but anyone who lived in the area at the time knew of it, and therefore, knew of Dahlia Hawthorne. But as far as he knew, this woman should have not been there. She should have been somewhere far lower.

“I know the name, yes. Dahlia Hawthorne was the proverbial Black Widow, leaving a trail of cadavers and corpses in her wake. But she was executed. So I don’t know why you would care to cosplay as that dastardly demoness, but I haven’t the time for such shenanigans.”

[the-aceofaces]

Luke shrugged his shoulders as the kids left, figuring he had done all that he could do to try and help the youth of America. Besides, it was hardly his concern what those children did.

"I know when I was a lad, I certainly applied myself to more productive pursuits than that."

He said, mostly under his breath, before returning to his car. He did have a place he needed to be. The local mental health hospital. While he doubted it would be so easy as to just find Joseph Carpenter there, he was hopeful a lead of some sort could be found at that place. Those supposedly 'living' dolls, and Joseph Carpenter. He wondered if there was some sort of connection there, idly, as he began the short drive to the hospital.

[boxobones]

The doll stared blankly ahead through his button eyes, giving not a care for the bustle around him. The same face was quite suddenly shoved against the car window for a moment as a small crowd of highschool students rushed by-a few honks from angry traffic sounded the rest of their course. 

An even smaller group was passing outside of the car window now, a boy with a camcorder was filming a classmate who had her arms full of the same dolls, unboxed. 

[the-aceofaces]

Luke observed the toy for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. Clearly if it was haunted, it wasn’t feeling particularly active at the moment.

“Truly terrifying.”

He remarked dryly, as he returned the doll to its box for now. Before he could start on his next course of action, he found himself startled by the sight of another of the dolls shoved against the window of his automobile. Teenagers. He should have figured.

“One of life’s true evils…”

Shaking his head, he did note another group coming through that seemed an interesting sight, if nothing else. Filming someone with a veritable plethora of those dolls, well, it certainly seemed like something the youth would do. Considering they were supposed to be haunted, however, it didn’t seem the smartest move. That, along with wanting to see if they had anything worthwhile knowing, caused him to step out of his car and raise a hand toward the grouping. It was times like these he really wished he had a badge.

“Halt! Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, is here. Cease your youthful doings! I need to ask a few questions.”  

[boxobones]

The boy turned his camera towards Luke, presumably still recording. “A detective? You here for the dolls too?” he asked. “Do you need one?” his classmate asked, extending one to Luke. “We have a whole box of them back at the hotel,” she said. 

[the-aceofaces]

Luke’s first instinct was to tell the boy to stop recording, but he had to remember he was on camera, so it was important to make a good impression. One could never know what might show up on the news later on.  

“No, I already have one of those. I hardly need more than one. Which is why I ask. Why do you possess so many of those dolls? Shouldn’t one suffice for your needs? You lot aren’t in the process of making mischief, I should certainly hope.”

[boxobones]

“Nah, it’s project,” the boy said with a smile. He kept the camera trained on Luke. “Supposedly these things will try to talk to their owners-but it’s not a regualr thing. We figured we’d have better chances filming one if we had a lot of them,” his classmate explained. She pointed with her doll to the protest across the street. “Apparently a lot of people who get their dolls to talk end up there.”  

[the-aceofaces]

He had to admit that that was a clever idea. If these things really COULD talk, it would be wise to document it instead of only having word of mouth as proof.

"Good thinking, then, children. Though I'm afraid it is a fruitless pursuit. Dolls, even these, do not talk of their own accord. I have inspected them multiple times now, and found no evidence to suggest any... funny business. And well, if you do get it to talk..."

His eyes darted over to the group of potentially mad protestors, before darting back to the children.

"You could end up there, or somewhere worse indeed. It’s likely best you abandon this little project. Surely you have better things to do, don't you? Homework, or, er... candy-eating?"

The art of children was one he hadn't yet mastered, so he could only guess at what exactly young people did in the day.

[boxobones]

The doll stared blankly ahead through his button eyes, giving not a care for the bustle around him. The same face was quite suddenly shoved against the car window for a moment as a small crowd of highschool students rushed by-a few honks from angry traffic sounded the rest of their course. 

An even smaller group was passing outside of the car window now, a boy with a camcorder was filming a classmate who had her arms full of the same dolls, unboxed. 

[the-aceofaces]

Luke observed the toy for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. Clearly if it was haunted, it wasn’t feeling particularly active at the moment.

“Truly terrifying.”

He remarked dryly, as he returned the doll to its box for now. Before he could start on his next course of action, he found himself startled by the sight of another of the dolls shoved against the window of his automobile. Teenagers. He should have figured.

“One of life’s true evils…”

Shaking his head, he did note another group coming through that seemed an interesting sight, if nothing else. Filming someone with a veritable plethora of those dolls, well, it certainly seemed like something the youth would do. Considering they were supposed to be haunted, however, it didn’t seem the smartest move. That, along with wanting to see if they had anything worthwhile knowing, caused him to step out of his car and raise a hand toward the grouping. It was times like these he really wished he had a badge.

“Halt! Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, is here. Cease your youthful doings! I need to ask a few questions.”  

[boxobones]

The boy turned his camera towards Luke, presumably still recording. “A detective? You here for the dolls too?” he asked. “Do you need one?” his classmate asked, extending one to Luke. “We have a whole box of them back at the hotel,” she said. 

[the-aceofaces]

Luke's first instinct was to tell the boy to stop recording, but he had to remember he was on camera, so it was important to make a good impression. One could never know what might show up on the news later on.  

"No, I already have one of those. I hardly need more than one. Which is why I ask. Why do you possess so many of those dolls? Shouldn't one suffice for your needs? You lot aren't in the process of making mischief, I should certainly hope."

[boxobones]

The doll stared blankly ahead through his button eyes, giving not a care for the bustle around him. The same face was quite suddenly shoved against the car window for a moment as a small crowd of highschool students rushed by-a few honks from angry traffic sounded the rest of their course. 

An even smaller group was passing outside of the car window now, a boy with a camcorder was filming a classmate who had her arms full of the same dolls, unboxed. 

[the-aceofaces]

Luke observed the toy for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. Clearly if it was haunted, it wasn't feeling particularly active at the moment.

"Truly terrifying."

He remarked dryly, as he returned the doll to its box for now. Before he could start on his next course of action, he found himself startled by the sight of another of the dolls shoved against the window of his automobile. Teenagers. He should have figured.

"One of life's true evils..."

Shaking his head, he did note another group coming through that seemed an interesting sight, if nothing else. Filming someone with a veritable plethora of those dolls, well, it certainly seemed like something the youth would do. Considering they were supposed to be haunted, however, it didn't seem the smartest move. That, along with wanting to see if they had anything worthwhile knowing, caused him to step out of his car and raise a hand toward the grouping. It was times like these he really wished he had a badge.

"Halt! Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, is here. Cease your youthful doings! I need to ask a few questions."  

[the-aceofaces]

"hoi!"

“Err,,,, hello there.”

Needless to say, Luke was a little perturbed.

“Can I help you?”