Round 7, Resolved -- END OF ROUNDS
Initiative:
Otter 23
Cyril 18
J.R. 17
T-dawg 15
Feral 8
Hummer H3 1
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Feral has been holding a readied action to pounce (for want of a better word) if the guys in the Hummer make an aggressive move. By Kiraya's own admission, the guys in the Hummer haven't done anything aggressive to merit pulling the trigger on Feral's readied action, so by my reading there is no readied action at the end of Round 6 for me to adjudicate. I will therefore use the action stated (warn the others that "the Russians are coming!" as Feral's action for Round 7.
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The sound of a train blaring its horn grew louder. The individuals outside their vehicles began hearing the sound of a metal on metal--a clacking sound indicating the train was now very near.
Otter finished memorizing the license plate on the back of the Hummer and looked up just in time to see a plain white Hummer H3 come barreling down East Michigan. The vehicle didn't appear to slow down. If anything, it sped up as the driver maneuvered the Hummer into the far left lane. Otter stood there, mesmerized, watching the Hummer speed down the lane. "Sweeeeeeet. Train wreck."
Cyril rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm getting updates or anything. Just following what the thing told us to do. If it's good enough for the FCC to follow the directions of a mysterious, unidentified voice, I guess it's good enough for us." The disbarred lawyer looked out the driver's side window. He probably could have been more use out there than in here, but the only way they had a hope of keeping the Hummer from going anywhere was with the car, and no one else was behind the wheel. He reflected on those words as he saw T-Dawg standing in the middle of the road trying to keep traffic from going anywhere. Sure, the guy was big, but the Hummer was much bigger.[sblock=Forged Fury]You asked about the Bluetooth headset, whether you guys walked out of the store with the device. You did.[/sblock]
J.R. shoved himself off the SHO's door frame. He didn't want to appear hostile but moved into position and readied himself, "Now fellas this isn't necessary. We're jest trying to help yinz aht." When J.R. moved away from the SHO, he saw a second white Hummer H3 approaching at speed in the left lane. The armbands on the rail crossing weren't down yet. Nor were the crossing's red lights flashing. The whole rail crossing was still, as if no train was coming.
T-Dawg continued blocking the remaining lane, preventing cars from trying to cross the tracks. A Toyota Prius rolled to a stop a few feet from T-dawg. The driver frowned at T-dawg, but despite looking confused, didn't get out of the Prius. T-dawg tried to keep a wary eye on developments around the SHO and Hummer, and when his attention was focused on Mr. Passenger exiting the Organized Productions Hummer, he failed to spot the second white Hummer come flying around the bend on East Michigan. The second Hummer changed lanes, moving into the left lane. It jounced up onto the sidewalk to the left of the Prius, went through a patch of weedy brown rye grass, then righted itself and rejoined the left traffic lane after it cleared the Prius.
Feral, still perched atop the Organized Productions Hummer hood, switched to a crouching position when Mr. Passenger got out of the Hummer. Feral, ready to move at the slightest provocation, yelled to the others, "Heads up, people. The Russians are coming!" Feral spied the new white Hummer round the bend on East Michigan, pass the Prius, and speed on its way toward the rail crossing. Feral also spied the nose of a freight train approaching from the south, going perhaps 15 or 20 mph. The train had slowed, but would make the intersection before the Hummer did.
The collision, when it came, was spectacular. J.R. heard the plain white Hummer H3 accelerate, heard the turbo activate as the Hummer's driver pushed the gas pedal another increment toward the floorboard. Things happened in slow motion. The sun peeked out from behind a wan patch of winter clouds. The orange, white, and blue of a brilliant patch of graffiti tagged by someone with the moniker "FACT" stood out against the russet red of a CSX freighter engine clacking its way through the rail crossing.
The painted word "Poverty" on the train made a peculiar contrast when the Hummer--with its clear coat white paint and new chrome--hit it, sending a spray of white fiberglass shards, glass, rubber, and metal bits milling into the afternoon sun. Bits of the Hummer rained down on top of T-dawg, J.R., Feral, Otter, Mr. Passenger, and Freddie. The rest of the Hummer, along with its occupants, was dragged beneath the underside of the train, and flat-out disappeared from sight. Otter remained stock still and, holding up her hands to try to catch bits of shiny white paint like snowflakes, whispered, "Prettttttty." Cyril looked over and saw the woman who previously had been talking on her cell phone inside her car drop her phone and stare slack-jawed at the place where the Hummer had just been.
Sound came next. The unpleasant screech of rent metal, shattering glass. Someone screamed in terror. There was a loud BOOM! a bit later. And smell. Burnt rubber as the Hummer's tires tried in vain to grasp concrete in a last-ditch effort to slow down. Gasoline. And fire.
The train slowed. Reluctantly. When the Hummer disappeared beneath the freight engine, the engine derailed to the west. The momentum of the cars behind the engine carried those cars forward, and they slammed in slow grinding fashion into the engine, then into the red brick warehouse across the street when there was nowhere else for them to go. Physics was a b-itch. Coal--the train's cargo--and corn spilled in equal measure onto the tracks, onto Michigan Street. Seconds later, there was another BOOM! on the other side of the wreck. A charred chrome brake pedal came arcing through the air from the west side of the derailed engine, and landed with a thunk by T-dawg. For six seconds, the air was still and there was silence.
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Initiative is done. You may post at will. There is a train wreck. The engine derailed, and when it did, you can all see the crushed remains of the second white Hummer H3 lying across the tracks, on the west side. The wrecked Hummer is sixty (60) feet from the SHO, J.R., and T-dawg, and seventy-five feet (75) feet from Otter and Feral. There is an alley leading to the south between the brick warehouse and another building that looks like it might fit the Taurus. Cyril sees that the alley, at its terminus, appears to connect to eastbound New York Street.
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