CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Rubberneck]

J.R. holds his hand to his shoulder, pressing firmly, gritting his teeth. Cyril can probably hear some random obscenities and other incoherent words J.R. is muttering under his breath. He turns to Cyril peeking above the register for a brief moment and can see Buzz Cut headed up isle 3,

"Now's our chance, let's git da hell ahta here."

J.R. picks himself up and ushers Cyril out, keeping himself between Cyril and Buzz Cut and heads for the door. If he can manage to see T-Dawg and they make eye contact he will try and give him that "Get the hell out of there" look, or maybe a motion.

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril was particularly proud of himself when he didn't let out a shrill scream when a blood-soaked J.R. suddenly slumped down next to him. Of all the hiding places in this store... the man thought as he noticed the trail of blood that would invariably lead Buzz Cut to his hiding spot. Grinding his teeth, he whispered, "Sounds like a plan. Unless he's totally retar- er, mentally challenged, Feral's already long gone with the toy."

When it looked like J.R. was going to try to move with him, he replied, "You're hurt, you should go first. I'm sure Marks has something in the van to help." Sure, Cyril was really just suggesting J.R. go first to see if the plan was a good one, but he also thought it made sense for the injured man to leave the store first. His conscience was pretty much okay with that.

Cyril waited for J.R. to move to the door before moving himself. What the f^&* does the Russian mafia have to do with a children's toy? Hell, probably the same thing the FCC has to do with it... Grumbling under his breath, the former lawyer tried to figure out a way to help T-Dawg get out of the situation. So far, he was the only one of the crew he kind of liked.

 

[gribble]

Having lost sight of Buzz Cut for now, T-dawg scans the store for the others. Not immediately seeing anyone, he strides down the aisle towards the front door, looking left and right for someone familiar.

OOC: If he spots other PCs he'll move to join them, failing that if he spots Buzz Cut he'll move to intercept.

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter perception to spot Li: [roll0]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

COMBAT ROUND 5, CONTINUED


Initiative, cont'd:
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T-dawg 10
Buzz Cut 9
Cyril 8


Having lost sight of Buzz Cut, T-dawg scanned the store for the others. Not immediately seeing anyone, he strode down the Aisle 4 toward the front door, looking left and right for someone familiar. A trail of bright red blood dribbled on the floor led away from the endcap of Aisle 5 to the far register. T-dawg followed the trail and found Cyril and J.R., who was bleeding from a shoulder wound.


Over by the far cash register, J.R. held his hand to his shoulder, pressing firmly, gritting his teeth. Random obscenities and other incoherencies flowed from J.R.. Eventually, after checking for Buzz Cut's whereabouts, J.R. turned to Cyril and said, "Now's our chance, let's git da hell ahta here." J.R. picked himself up, nudging Cyril, and kept himself between Cyril and Buzz Cut. Once J.R. stood up, he spotted T-dawg moving his way. Both J.R. and T-dawg angled for the exit door closest to the cash registers.


Cyril was particularly proud of himself that he didn't let out a shrill scream when a blood-soaked J.R. suddenly slumped down next to him. Of all the hiding places in this store... the man thought as he noticed the trail of blood that would invariably lead Buzz Cut to his hiding spot. Grinding his teeth, Cyril whispered, "Sounds like a plan. Unless he's totally retar- er, mentally challenged, Feral's already long gone with the toy."

When it looked like J.R. was going to try to move with him, Cyril suggested, "You're hurt, you should go first. I'm sure Marks has something in the van to help." J.R. was the first to reach the exit door, followed by Cyril and then T-dawg last. Outside, in the parking lot, customers continued to beat feet quickly to their vehicles. Car doors slammed, brakes squealed, and horns blared. A quick glance at the entrance to the store's parking lot revealed a traffic jam of cars, pickup trucks, and minivans, all waiting to flee Wee Bee Toys.

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END OF INITIATIVE, PLEASE POST AT WILL. EVERYONE MAKE A WISDOM (PERCEPTION) CHECK AND POST THE ROLL IN THE IC.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Outside the store, Feral spotted Marks and Otter's distinctive forms inside the white van. The van, while still 50 to the south, was gaining speed and heading toward north directly toward Feral. It didn't seem as if either Marks or Otter had spotted Feral yet, but the current trajectory of all three would soon put Feral and the van meeting at approximately the center of the western edge of the building.
[MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] and [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION], make an additional check, either Intelligence (Investigation) or Wisdom (Perception), your choice.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

OOC: I don't have any ranks in Investigation so, Perception it is. Perception check (1d20-1=14)

Feral moved from his hiding place to make himself visible to Marks and Otter, without getting run over. He plans to hop in the van as soon as it reaches him, putting the toy underneath the front passenger seat in case something strange happens.

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter kept looking, though the milling crowd was making it hard to find Waldo.

"Damnit," she muttered. "Did I mention how much I hate people? We need a plow on this van."

(Investigate! [roll0])

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril dusted himself off and walked as nonchalantly as possible out the front door of WeeBee Toys. "See? Easy as pie." Studiously ignoring the blood flowing freely out of the hole pierced cleanly through J.R.'s shoulder, the former lawyer continued, "Where the Hell is Marks? We definitely need some phones in the future, or maybe those ear piece things the Secret Service uses."

Ushering his companions towards the nearest store he could find with a sheltered entrance, Cyril glanced around the area, looking for trouble or rescue.

OOC: [roll0]

 

[gribble]

T-dawg sticks with Cyril and JR, silently following behind. His looming presence isn't particularly subtle, and he keeps his eyes pinned on the front door of the store, ready to react in case Buzz Cut is following.

As they walk, he mutters to himself under his breath, "Hmmm. Ruskies. Odd."