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

[Shapermc]

Ross starts pacing the room with a panic look in his eyes.

"Do you know how many raids I have been on? Huh? Well I have even shot dealers, pimps and losers in my time on the force. Do you know how many looked as. . . ughh. . . her?!? " Ross points to the remains. "What the hell did this to her?"

Ross looks around quickly, wondering if anyone really cared what he just said. Probably not. Ross checks the 'remains' for any evidence, clues or ideas about the strangeness. [I would like to use Gather Info +3 Knowledge Drugs +10 Knowledge Poision +10 (not like the body has been poisoned, but there might be some left on her for . . . hey Ross isent thinking straight!) Sence motive +8 Search +2]

 

[The Forsaken One]

Day 1: Snow -- Mauled in the Morning

Ray finds the girl still KO.

[Just took 20 on the search.]

Ross decides to take a closer look at the scene. Covering his mouth and nose with a piece of his clothing to protect him against the worst of the smell, slowly takes a few steps into the room. As he steps around carefully he notices cuts that might be claw marks on the windowsill. Closer examination from reveals matching marks on Carmichael’s body.

[Partial repost what Ross also finds.]

Room 107 is a double-size room dominated by a king-size bed in the middle of the room. Like all the southern rooms, it features a large window overlooking the chasm. This window has been broken in, and glass lies on the carpet and windowsill. The frame is also broken and splintered as if something very large came in through the window.
Dr. Carmichael’s remains are mostly on the floor between the window and the door and appear to have been partially eaten. Her haid is missing large chunks of tissue from its left side and has rolled under the bed. The lower half of her right leg is also under the bed. The upper half of the leg is nowhere to be found. Blood is splattered across the walls and has soaked through the carpeting all the way into the floor. There’s even some blood on the ceiling.

[Make of that what you will.]

 

[The Forsaken One]

Day 1: Snow -- Mauled in the Morning

Recap where everyone is at the moment:

Ray is taking a shower and getting himself back together in room 210, that will last until the Sheriff get's here.

Ross is searching the room [107] of the scene, not quite thinking straight.. but hey...

Doc is gazing in from out of the doorway at the moment, probably a tad afraid of getting himself any nearer that mess.

James is regaining his breath and recapping himself on what the hell just happened and what he did see. Somewhere a few feet away from the unconcious Julia [The maid].

Jason is with James in the Foyer talking in on him.

[I'll leave this as the actions till the law gets here, you could easily fill 15 mins with this.]

 

[Shapermc]

OOC: Did I find any drugs or poison?

 

[The Forsaken One]

[OOC: No /OOC]

[I'll resolve the rest of GM/Sheriff actions after dinner, which is now ]

 

[The Forsaken One]

Day 1: Snow -- Taking the Heat

The Foyer doors slam open and a red hot Afro-American stampedes into the foyer. He halts for a moment as he peers around spotting James hanging in a chair and Jason on a knee next to him.

You again. I could have guessed. Mind pointing me towards where the sh*t hit the fan this time?

Jason tuns around aggrivated and nods in the direction of room 107, while Dumont comes barging in behind the enourmous Sheriff.

Your help is much appreciated. Now Dumont, get these two up in the conference room and find the rest of them. I'll see what kind of bloody mess someone made and meet you there in 5 minutes. You two, get your asses of that seat and follow the Deputy. In the mean while you might let him in on where your buddies are, saves some of my... precious time.

And he barges off in the direction of room 107.

Once there he sees Ross slip out of the room and Doc next to the door. Steaming he comes closer, obviously in no mood to play around. Sheriff Willheim means business today...

You and you! Get your sorry B-hinds out of there and up to the conference room. You there, desk clerc. Get these two up to the conference room. AND THAT MEANS NOW. What? You two are still drooling around? I SAID MOVE IT. Follow the little prick over there.

While you stumble off after the desk clerc in the direction of the conference room Sheriff Willheim mutters something as he barges headstrong into the mess.

Hmmm, someone had one hell of a time in here.

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You are all rounded up, Ray get's caught while he walks down of the stairs towards the rest while Dumont just brings the rest up. Once in the conference room you all sit down round a large conference table in the centre of the room. Dumont stands guard at the door but always sstays a few feet away from you all. He triest to act tough but is clearly a tad scared of you five grumpy guys staring at him in what can softly be described as "not the best of moods".

After 10 minutes or maybe a bit more Sheriff WIllheim charges into the room, almost knocking Dumont of his feet and he swings the door open. You all merely grin at the half witted country hick Deputy as he tries to regain his posture and look tough. Willheim puts both his hands on the table and gazes around.
[Sense Motive rolls made, all above 5 rolled again so you all sense the same obvious thing.]
Judging by the look of his eyes he means business, and business is you today.

You have been here, what? A day? And we got, what, two deaths? In your hotel? It might be coincidence... but I really doubt it. And you two, contaminating my crime scene again... again! This isn't in your favor... Well? Huh? What do you miserable excuses of men have to say for yourselves? Well?

[OOC: I hope Ross took a good look at what he saw in that room. /OOC]

 

[The Forsaken One]

Day 1: Snow -- Taking the Heat

WELL???

[OOC: /OOC]

 

[Shapermc]

[this is where I start to use my Intimidate +2 i will take that 20 pleas ]

"What do you think you are doing you c*nt-tree hick! You think that I just go trotting along all over a fresh crime scene because I LIKE TO! You think that we dont find this a bit unsetteling as well!!!!! YOU think that we are having fun in your little town?! Well you know what I think. . . I think that you are full of sh*t and cant figure out a daaaaaaamn thing. YOU think that by just blaming us that your little town will be safe! Well think again buddy! You know that if we were the ones doing this that we probably wouldent have made our first stop in town to your dumb f*ck deputy's office. If it was us then I would ent give you my credentials" At this point ross throws his old police ID badge and his drivers liscens and student ID.

"You want some referances from some of my *real* police buddies. Call Thomas Garret, Chicago PD. I called him a bit earlier today to try to get some facts about your little town. [spurt of law gargin that the sherrif will know, use Knowledge +6 point out stuff that he and his deputy are doing that is illegal]. That is what I think JACK-O!"

[In case you did not notice Ross is still a bit *off* from the sanity loss ]

 

[Jemal]

Jason stands up too, looking at the Sheriff "Yeah, it's about damned time someone told you f***'s off! I know most of the cops I ever met've been pricks, 'cept ross, but you guys give the term '"*sshole' a new meaning! Don't you f'ing know ANYTHING?"
Jason stops to wave an arm in James' direction. "I was trying to get this guy outa F'ing SHOCK, and you just tell us to move our *sses? You know that if he has ANY mental or emotional scarring or sumthin like that he can sue you sorry little pricks for it? How would you like that, huh? And as for you thinkin it's our fault.. Well why the HELL would we have told you both times if it WAS our fault?"

Jason ends up by slamming HIS hands on the table, OBVIOUSLY steamed at this stupid Hick.

 

[Kamard]

"I'm not saying a gosh darned thing, mister. If you seriously think we have anything to do with all this, then you need your head examined. And thats the last thing I am going to say to any of you until I get a lawyer here. I know a good one in New York City. It might take her a while to get out here..."