Hell's Invasion Prologue (Evan Tyler) [IC]

[hafrogman]

[section]Evan winces as he hears the sound of the security guards' confrontation with ... whatever. He gets caught up in trying to process what he's seen and has to shake his head to clear it. Can't stop to think about 'whats' ... just gotta move forward. Back into the mocked up set, he does his best to ignore the body still lying in the middle of the road.

He looks around at his friends, coworkers, Debbie... and calls out, his voice faltering at first.

"um... everyone... Evans coughs hesitantly, and then continues, louder and steadier. We need to leave, er... evacuate. Everyone needs to evacuate the set. There's a ..." *don't name it, can't say it* "There has been an Incident. Everyone please evacuate the set."

He looks around, hoping everyone doesn't stop to ask questions, but unsure what he should do himself.[/section]

 

[perrinmiller]

Trying to downplay the situation did not go over very well. The handful of people that were attracted to screams and body on the fake street were the same sort that our hang around a crime scene or bad car wreck to get a sight of what happened. Many were talking at once, asking what was happening and why they needed to leave.

There were a few more of those pop-pops from handguns, but that did not scare anyone in the movie business. They all were used to blanks being fired.

Mike had appeared and was still holding his mobile phone, "Evan, I got the emergency dispatcher on the phone. They want to know more." He held the phone out to Evan.

The others stopped asking questions and turned to look as one of the rent-a-cops came crashing through the faux store front about 50 feet away. Whatever sent him flying had lofted him through the second story and he landed farther down the faux street with a sickening thud.

 

[hafrogman]

[section]Evan stares blankly at Mike for a moment, and then he looks down at the offered phone as if he's unsure what the device is or is for. After a moment he comes to his senses and takes the phone.

"I can't really tell you what's going on, I don't know." He considers for a moment what he can say without the dispatcher just assuming it's some random crank call. "There's a lot of hurt people, I think some sort of big wild animal? Maybe something got loose from one of the shoots? I don't know. But there's also a fire, probably electrical."

He holds the phone away from his ear, covering the mic with his hand and looks at Mike, shaking his head.

"You wouldn't believe me if I tried to tell you what I saw in there, man. But I'm serious, we have got. to. GO. Like, now. Round up whoever you can convince and get them into anything that'll move." He gestures at the vehicles set up for the shoot. "No time to get to the employee lot, just get people the f--- out."

He looks down at the phone again and speaks into it again. "I can hear gunshots now, too. Something else is going on here, like terrorists or something." Then without waiting for a response from the dispatcher, he hangs up and tosses it back to Mike, making his way for the car from the shoot when he remembers his 'mission' from just a few minutes ago. He stops and looks around for Debbie, hoping that she had the sense to leave already ... [/section]

 

[perrinmiller]

Mike went about herding the milling people away from the body of the rent-a-cop in the street and towards the electric golf carts people used to wheel around the sets. There were a couple of other vehicles, but no one had keys readily available for them. It was like trying to round up cats.

The cars that were going to be used in the shoot were there, but they were not very practical for carrying many people. Evan knew where the keys were kept for the black Dodge Charger though. He would find them inside the center console between the front seats.

The nasally voice of the emergency dispatcher spoke as Evan tossed the phone, <"Sir…,">

Mike caught it and said, “Can you repeat that?.... Uh huh… Yeah, we are getting the hell outa here.”

At the farther end of the street, Evan wanted in macabre fascination as the second rent-a-cop dashed across pursued by the black skinned, winged creature flying after. The creature grabbed his head in very muscular hands that ended in clawed fingers. A twist and yank, the head was removed. The rest of body stumbled a step on momentum to go sprawling.

The creature hovered and gained a few more feet in altitude as it looked to be examining its prize. It had a thick lizard-like tail that twitched back and forth like cat that was happily examining a mouse it caught.

Two more rent-a-cops rolled up from the other direction to stop their electric golf cart. They were staring in speechless horror.

 

[hafrogman]

[section]Evan tries to look away as the monster kills the security guard, but his gaze is locked. He sees two more pull up in their cart, and curses to himself, they're just gonna get themselves killed.

*Unless something distracts it*

A shiver runs down Evan's spine as the thought passes through his mind. He starts talking to himself, "What're you doing, man? This isn't a movie. Don't get yourself killed." But he clearly isn't listening to himself as he's already made it into the driver's seat of the Charger.

He scrambles for the keys, and fastens himself into the safety harness. Revving the engine loudly, he peels out, barreling down the street towards the hovering beast. He leans heavily on the horn and screams out the window as he tries to draw the creature's attention.

"HEY, UGLY!"[/section]

 

[perrinmiller]

Mike called to Evan, “She says First responders have been dispatched and are on route. They said someone should meet them on the street as they arrive and direct them to where you last saw the shooters or this beast. Animal control has been called…”

“Or not,” was the last thing Evan heard from Mike as he revved the Charger’s engine in preparation of taking off.

He vaguely heard the rent-a-cops calling out, “Hey, man! What are you-”

The creature took noticed of the black car barreling towards it. It did not appear to care as it licked the blood from its lips after tasting the severed head’s stump. It tossed the head at oncoming car and it bounced off the hood, hit the windshield leaving a red smear, and was gone over the roof.

It remained there, blocking the street in hover about a foot off of the ground.

[sblock=OOC]If you want to add some randomness to outcome, you can roll 1d8 for Evan's driving and 1d12 for the Demon's ability to dodge. Low number wins. I will resolve the damage though. [/sblock]

 

[hafrogman]

[section]Evan's eyes meet the creature's as it turns to face him. He flinches slightly as the severed head rolls off his windshield, but keeps his hands steady, narrating to himself.

"Alright, step one complete - you've got his attention. Now what?"

He notes that the creature seems not at all concerned about two tons of metal bearing down on him, and given his ability to shrug off bullets, maybe he didn't have cause to be. Evan does his best to judge the reach on those wicked claws and keeps angled directly for the beast until the last possible moment, then trying to swerve around.
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OOC: The intention wasn't necessarily to ram the demon, but to catch it's attention and (ideally) have it chase the car, leading it away from people and more potential casualties. drive - [roll0] demon - [roll1]

 

[perrinmiller]

The Dodge Charger handled well and had good suspension as Evan swerved. The flying creature had risen up to potentially avoid getting clipped, and took a swipe at the speeding car with a clawed hand as it went by. Evan heard the screech of rending metal as the creature effectively ‘keyed’ the car’s roof.

Looking back into the rear-view mirror could see the flying creature whirling to follow.

The chase was on!

Farther back, the two newly arrived rent-a-cops followed after, but at a slower pace and without drawing attention to themselves.

[sblock=GM Note]No worries. The dice rolling was only if you wanted to try hitting the demon. [/sblock]

 

[hafrogman]

[section]Evan cringes at the sound of the creature's claws on the charger's paint job. The director was gonna be pissed ... assuming he survived the day. He angled the rear view mirror to catch a view of his pursuer.

"Okay, ugly. Let's see what you can do."

He races as fast as he dares off through the backlots, trying to stall for time and the arrival of what he could only hope would be a heavily armed SWAT team. If there's any indication the creature can't keep up, he'll fall back every so often to that it doesn't get bored and go for easier prey.
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[perrinmiller]

The creature pursued, but had no chance of matching the Charger's acceleration or top speed. But it was definitely faster than a bicycle.

Unfortunately, there were not a whole lot of straightaways on the studio grounds for Evan to use. He was always needing to turn and corner around things. It made it hard to keep tabs on the creature using the rear-view mirror at all times.

After drift turning around a studio building, Evan looked back and did not see the creature fly around the corner after him. He was in a straight stretch of road that ran 100 yards between two studio warehouses that had 20 foot tall sides to them.