As Clover wanders through the darkness hopelessly she feels a sudden dread come over her. Her instincts kick in too late and she realizes she has stepped into a trap!
Three men step out from behind the building, even in the low light anyone can tell that they are no more human than the zombies encountered last month in the graveyard. Their faces are sunken and almost corpselike, their arms are long, thin, and boney and they seem to practically drag along the ground as the men walk with a hunch. Their creepiest feature has to be their eyes, there is almost a bestial glow to them. They all walk by Lacey, seeming to not notice her at all. One who you can assume is their leader steps out in front of the group. The good news is he is unarmed, the bad news is his buddies are all carrying bats or crowbars.
"Well well, we meet at last." He says in a low raspy voice, a smile stretching across his grim face. "I've been looking forward to meeting you and your friends, I've heard so much about you. I just had to meet the little fledglings who gave Thadduess so much trouble. But don't worry, we don't take orders from him. We come in peace in fact, we just came to warn you that if you don't leave Denver after tomorrow night, we'll be forced to kill you. Fair enough?"
Clover felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in fear, unable to overcome her shock at the sight of these three. Try as she might, she couldn't manage to swallow the lump in her throat as she considered her next move. Had there been any indication of this? How could she be so foolish?
Unconsciously, she took a hesitant step away from them, her Mary Jane's kicking up dust in the alley--betraying her fear--even while she tried and set her face into a mask of confidence and indifference.
Which was rather difficult, considering the circumstances.
Her mind whirled, seeing clearly where she had left her handgun at the dorm, tucked safely away in a desk drawer. Even the whip around her waist would be no help, as they would probably attack her before she managed to unfurl it. She considered screaming, even, to draw more attention from the crowd outside the club. But there were too many humans out there. Talk about a Masquerade violation!
Of course, there was one third option. Give in to their demand. Agree to leave. But then, they looked way too overarmed for a simple request like that.
Finally, her nerves broke, and she couldn't help the squeaky, almost hysterical laugh that came from her mouth. Her lips curved into something akin to a smile, although obviously forced, as she gestured to their weapons, "Hey, watch where you're pointing those things! Do you want to put an eye out? It's not too gentlemanly to threaten a
lady, now is it?" She couldn't help the nervous laugh that finished her sentence.
Also, does the spot check mean you still intend to move or "see" someone?
