[CoC] Nocturnum -- Part I - Chapter 1 Snowflake Valey [Completed]

[Jemal]

Jason crawls out of the car shaking his head.
"F***ing Sh**! What the hell was that?"
Seeing the figure in the snow, Jason looks back into the car. "Yo doc, you ok man? I'm gonna go with them to check out what we hit, k man?" Jason goes over to the other guys, who are heading for the figure. *Gun as usual in inside pocket of coat*

EDIT: Had to edit a few times to get the color codes right. I'm too used to Geocities HTML.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Hey Guys wait for me to get my Camcorder. This could be useful if we have problems with the insurance company.
Ray grabs his camcorder from his pack and starts filming the car and than will go with the others to the "victim" of Doc's driving.
Have you seen a storm like this. Makes me miss the Coppa in Miami, and Ihated that rat trap.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Evening of Arrival--Day 0

Ray opens Doc's door and check on him. He finds him sitting a bit dazed in front of the wheel with a minor bleeding on the front of his head but otherwise he is fine.

Briggs, James and Ross get together while Ray goes to get his camera and glace at the shape in the side of the road, snow blowing in their faces. They slowly defying the blizzard head over towards the shape and as they approach it appears to move and stumble away for a few feet. Then it raises to its full stature and you can clearly make out what you've actually hit and about 20 feet away from you...

The injured man is bundled in blankets and an old leather jacket, a dark scarf wrapped around his face. The scarf came loose when the man was struck, and you see the wizened visage of a Native American. His cheeks and chin have been scraped raw by the snow, blood is seeping through his clothing colouring the snow, and his left leg is twisted into an unnatural position, the foot wrenched almost backwards. His dark eyes burn with a fire that belies his age, and his scowl holds nothing but bitter contempt for the people who just ran him down. Gray hair and snow fly about his face as he raises a trembling right hand towards the three, fingers splayed.

"Chee ka tonaway," he mutters. "Chee kanah mo ka towanay!"

Before you can reach him to help him and tend to his wounds the old man stumbles and hobbles away, disappearing beyond the light of the headlights and into the snowy darkness, the blizzard closing a curtain of snow behind him.

[OOC: Ray this happens while you go check on Doc and go get the cam.]

 

[Shapermc]

"Damn! Dude's we have to help that guy. If he gets too far he is just going to have his blood freeze and then die! Is there a first aid kit in the car? Someone quick check."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

I'm on it! I'll see if there's a first aid kit. Someone try to stop the indian and bring him back here. i'll look after Doc too. Ray rummages through the bags looking for some bandages or whatever.

 

[Shapermc]

/ross heads off to try to stop the native american and hopes that someone heads there with him.

 

[Jemal]

"Come on then, lets go get'im!" Jason waits for at least 1 other person to come, and grabs a flashlight before they head off after the figure, keeping an eye on the headlights so he doesn't get lost.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Evening of Arrival--Day 0

Ross stumbles through the snow towards where the native American disappeared over the snow-drift and into the blizzard. Once there he waits for a second for Jason to show up with a flashlight that doesn't do him any good in this weather.

Together you stand on top of the snow-drift that appears to have once been the side of the road. You peer into the white and black chaos in front of you but you can make out nothing, even the blood trail seems to have been covered in mere seconds by the white fury around you.

 

[Jemal]

"DAMIT! Guess we should head back and find a place to wait out the storm, then."

 

[Kamard]

"I just hit somebody."

Doc tries hard to shake out of his shock, then realizes what to do, gets out of his car, and limp-runs after everyone else, trying to take stock of the situation as a whole.

"Not to mention my car... huh. I wonder what.... well, this reminds me of..."

Doc continues to mumble to himself as he tries to go up the snowbank that Jason and Ross are on.

"I don't think we're going to catch him, hurt or not. And if we go far, we won't see the headlights at all... better to call the authorities."