CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[gribble]

After picking his jaw up off the ground, and returning Freddie's nod, T-dawg makes his way as quickly as he can over to the ruins of the crashed Hummer, hoping against hope that someone miraculously survived.

OOC: 60 feet away, so that is a double move, assuming no difficult terrain (which is probably a bad assumption given the wreckage...)

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The driver, or what remains of him, is slumped in a bloody mess, still strapped in his seatbelt. The whole driver's seat, however, has come unbolted, so the seat is on its back, and the driver's feet are pointing at odd angles up in the air. The front end of the Hummer is completely crushed inward. The passenger was less fortunate; the dashboard on her side is in intact and pressed into her mid-section. Otter and T-dawg spot a squicky end of purple-blue entrail sticking out between the dash and her abdomen. Her head has lolled to the side in an unnatural angle.

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. watches in terror as the Hummer mounts the sidewalk and tears past them at speed. He doesn't need to watch it because he knows exactly what is about to happen. Instead he drops to a knee and throws his hands and elbows up to protect himself from the debris of the accident.

After the dust clears he turns and faces the wreck. No way anyone survives a collision like that.

"Alls of yinz git in da car. We need to git aht of here. No one is walking away from that."

 

[gribble]

T-dawg, more out of hope than any real expectation for a positive outcome, still checks the driver and passenger for any signs of life.

OOC: Just in case it matters, here is a Treat Injury roll: [roll0]

 

[Rubberneck]

(OOC :: Ouch with that roll if they were alive they are gone now haha)

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter can't help but giggle, though she at least has the (questionable) grace to stifle it with her hand quickly.

"That is so gross," she points out to T-Dawg. Her thoughts are less concerned with gore though than they are about implications. Had they stopped the wrong humvee? Who had these people been, and why did they foolishly try to get past the train?

Oh well, time would tell. Someone was pulling them around by the nose, and Otter preferred to be the pullER. She'd find that string and give it a nice big YANK, soon enough.

(OOC - I thiiiiink Otter got a cellphone at the Best Buy. If so, she'll take snaps of the inside of the hummer and its plate...if not she'll just write it's number down if she can make it out...then head back to the SHO for evac )

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: My understanding is that all the tech was put into a cart, which the group left at BestBuy for purchase later. The only exception was the Bluetooth worn by Cyril.

T-dawg attempts triage but quickly realizes that both the driver and passenger are deceased. The crushed Hummer's license plate is legible from the rear: HNY LVR.

 

[Rubberneck]

Once everyone is in the car J.R. mans his position behind the wheel. If Cyril is still there he shoos him out of it.

 

[gribble]

After checking for signs of life, T-Dawg shakes his head ruefully and then sprints back to the Hummer and into the shotgun seat.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Everyone loaded into the SHO, in the same seat they'd previously occupied. J.R. backed up, then angled the sedan down the alley. One of the tires rode the cusp of the pavement, and J.R. prayed there wouldn't been any sharp bits of metal or stray nails to puncture the tire on his baby. As it was, the banged up front fender of the SHO made an unsavory grinding noise audible inside the cabin. By the time the car ground its way down the alley to eastbound New York Street, emergency vehicle sirens could be heard in the distance. Although Freddie had turned over the Hummer's engine just as the SHO crept past to enter the alley, the Hummer apparently hadn't followed the SHO down the alley because it was nowhere to be seen.

J.R. hooked a left turn onto eastbound New York Street. There was a cop car parked with its lightbar on outside Mike's Fine Liquors on the corner of New York and Rural. As the SHO cruised past, the cop car never left its parking spot, however. J.R. followed New York all the way down to Emerson, then turned right. When he got to Washington Street, he waited for a green arrow then turned left. The ride back to the church took twelve minutes; it was only 1:30 pm, and traffic hadn't peaked.

OOC: Recap: You guys left all your tech except for Cyril's Bluetooth headset back at the BestBuy. The store clerk told you you had until this evening around 8:30 pm to return to purchase those items, or they would be re-shelved. No one paid for the Bluetooth Cyril walked out of the store wearing. Two of you possess business cards given to you by Freddie and Mr. Pinky.