[CoC] Sick-n-Twisted (Fresh Meat)

[bruin]

(OOC: *smacking myself in the forehead * Just realized there's something a lot more useful I could be doing at this point.)

IC:
Jim was still a little buzzed from the alcohol and not thinking as clearly as he could have been otherwise. But as the alcohol began to wear off, his mind was catching up, correlating some of the odd events that had happened in the course of the evening.

First, the guy slips out of Bruder's grasp with little effort, even though he was being held tight. Now, our truck seems to stall out with no rational, mechanical explanation. There's something eerie, even supernatural about all this

Jim tried to remember if he had heard of any odd events such as these while working for Pritchard.

(OOC: Knowledge(occult) check +3)

 

[kuroshidaku]

Just as suddenly, the truck starts up again, the engine screaming from Bruder flooring the accellerator. you are pressed back against your seats, then bruder smashes the brake, slowing the truck to a reasonable speed.

Jim has no knowledge of any of this wierd stuff

 

[bruin]

"Well that's lucky," Jim says as the truck starts up again.

"I have no clue what this guy's deal is, but he obviously knows we're here now; whatever advantage we might have had from surprise is gone" he said, restating the obvious.

"More than that, he knows a heck of a lot about you Bruder, but we don't know a damn thing about him. Like you were saying, we gotta go figure out whatever we can before we even think about coming back here."

Maybe the gimp won't be expecting us to return later, Jim thought to himself hopefully.

 

[doghead]

"Actually," Bruder says, in passable imitation of a calm voice after bringing the truck out of a bit of a nasty fishtail and down to a reasonable speed, "I was just planning to park the truck and go and visit the gimp. It seems that he is expecting us. Well, expecting me is probably more accurate, given what we have seen so far."

Bruder pulls up just past a section of empty curve in the classic parallel parking position and puts the truck into neutral.

"I want to know what's going on. We have lost the element of surprise, if we ever had it, which I am beginning to doubt. So, if we are to regain the initiative, we need to do it another way. I was thinking about just shooting the guy as soon as we get inside. But I would have to borrow your gun."

 

[bruin]

"I was thinking about just shooting the guy as soon as we get inside. But I would have to borrow your gun."

Jim chuckles at this request. "You'll forgive me if I don't think you're in an emotional state to be handling a firearm right now. If you're hell bent on walking into this trap--cause that's what it is-- I suggest you look around the truck for something. You've gotta have a tire iron or something lying about. If you want to hurt him, just give him a nice crack to his kneecaps or knuckles and he'll start talking."

Jim stops for a moment. If this guy is just a regular person, and we've just been hallucinating all this bizarre crap, that is.

"I'll go in with you and back you up if things go south. But I still think we'd be better off seeing if we can get more info on who this guy is before we confront him."

Jim then sits upright, ready to exit the vehicle and go into the church whenever Bruder is.

<San 63>

 

[doghead]

Bruder throws back his head and laughs. It is a relaxed easy laugh. "Shooting the guy was more a case of wishful thinking than planning."

"I know its a trap. At least, I am pretty sure that it is, and I am pretty sure that he knows that we know. But I am not sure if we would be allowed to leave at this point. If we tried and he stopped us, we would have no choice then but to crawl back with our tails between our legs. But if we just park here and front up, brassy as you like, it might give him cause to wonder if we have some ace up our sleeve. That seems to be the only advantage we have at the moment."

Bruder throws the truck into reverse and parks it in one easy motion and turns of the engine. He sits for a moment in silence then continues.

"You know what I think about the occult s**t that you are involved in. But somehow it seems to me that believe in it or not, this is what we are dealing with. If we are going to get through this, then we had better stop assuming that the normal rules apply."

Bruder opens his door and gets out of the vehicle.

 

[bruin]

Jim gets out and follows Bruder's lead, keeping his eyes on the church, trying to see if he can discern anything more about it.

 

[kuroshidaku]

As you step out of the car you hear the crack of a gun firing, though you see nothing. A car drives past, but keeps going. The wind picks up small amount, blowing up the ash lying all over the church yard. The front door of the church faces the street, and you see another on the side of the carpark, near the back of the building. The lead in the stained glass surrounding the door has melted, leaving a pile of glass at your feet and holes just large enough to slip through. The sides of the building ar windowed with glass louvers, blackened with soot, and above them are wholes where more stained glass used to be. It smells like the fire happened in the last couple days.

 

[doghead]

Bruder jumps slightly at the crack of the shot, revealing somewhat the fragility of the sence of calm that he has managed to create.

S**t! Was that a shot?

Yet somehow the idea of diving for cover doesn't really get any consideration. Perhaps it is the incongruity. Perhaps it is the unreality. The street is quite apart for a passing car. There is no sign of a shooter or even the shot.

Perhaps it wasn't connected to us. Was it even a shot? The gimp would piss himself laughing if we went diving for cover at the sound of a cracker. If he is trying to mess with my head then the f**ker is doing a good job ...

Bruder realises that he has been crouching slightly and straightens up. He quikly looks around for Jim.

"Are you OK?"

... of course, if it was the gimp taking a shot at us, then he is going to do more than mess with my head in a second ...

 

[bruin]

"I'm fine." Jim couldn't tell how close the shot was, but he didn't think it was directed at them. "Whatever the gimp's game is, I don't think shooting at us is his style." Nevertheless, he himself was hunched over somewhat, taking partial cover behind the truck.

"If we're going in there, there's no time like the present. Better than standing around out here, exposed. I didn't see which door he entered though."