Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1.5 (New York City)

[Vendetta]

Jack Chance; HP 13/20

Jack, still freaking out... now hurt as well, turns to run. He'll start to gain some composure, but not all, when he gets to the door where Jabril is trying to get Lt. Poole out. Jack will help as he can but, holding the lantern and his pistol, he'll mostly just turn to fire at the advancing corpses while chanting "hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry" in a panic-stricken voice.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

William lowers his pistol, nods, and follows the others towards the door. I hope we can outrun these things... he thinks to himself as he goes.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Charles thanks them and hangs up, a worried look on his features. He refers the information to Miriam and then asks, "So what do you think we should do". He picks his glasses off the bridge of his nose and begins polishing the lenses...

"To be perfectly honest Charles? Other than panicking, I think the best we can do is continue to examine the papers and make heads or tails out of them. I'm just a batty little old lady, and if the boys are in trouble, I can only hope that they will be able to get out of it, or the police will arrive to help them. What else can we do?" Miriam ask reasonably, a tone of resignation in her voice.

 

[Ashy]

Charles blinks a few times at Miriam's tone. He wonders if he has offended her in some manner. "I...I don't know. I...I...I just have the most horrible feeling."

 

[Gomez]

Ju-Ju House

Their hearts pounding and hands sweety with fear, Jibril and Father O'Malley manhandle Poole through the door and into the corridor. Jack hesitates for a second and then back peddles towards the door, firing his pistol has he goes. His first shot catches the zombie right above the it's left eye. Rotting flesh, bone, and brain erupt from the orange sized hole that is blown off it's head. It halts for a second and a hand goes up to feel the hole. It then continues it's stumbling advance.
William sprints through the door and waits for Jack to get out of there. Jack dives through as William begins to pull the door shut. Then a ice cold swollen hand reaches in and grabs William by the arm. It's grip is like a vise as it tries to pull William back into the room.

 

[Maerdwyn]

ooc: is William's hand sticking through the doorway, or the zombies? that is, if Jibril keeps pulling the door shut, does it hurt William's arm or the zombie's?

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Charles blinks a few times at Miriam's tone. He wonders if he has offended her in some manner. "I...I don't know. I...I...I just have the most horrible feeling."

"I know Charles, I know. I'm afraid of what could happen, but what could I do if it came to violence? They have that private investigator, and even though his manners are abominable, he does carry a gun. The best I can do is make certain the police get there... But... perhaps do you think we should hire a cab to take us there, and then bring them back? If we get a large one, we can talk about what they've found with little chance of being overheard, loud as those contraptions are. And, heaven forfend, if they need to escape, we'll be there," Miriam says finally, looking thoughtful. "I'll call for a cab at once, the lure of a big tip should get them to put up with the eccentricities of an old woman if she wants to hire a large cab just for two people."

 

[Gomez]

ooc: is William's hand sticking through the doorway, or the zombies? that is, if Jibril keeps pulling the door shut, does it hurt William's arm or the zombie's?

OOC: The door opens into the the room. As William started to close the door, the zombie reached around and grabbed his arm. At the moment if the door was pulled shut it would close on the zombie' arm.

 

[Gomez]

Miriam says finally, looking thoughtful. "I'll call for a cab at once, the lure of a big tip should get them to put up with the eccentricities of an old woman if she wants to hire a large cab just for two people."

You get a cab and head over to Harlem. It is a short drive and you stop in front of the alley way to the Ju Ju House. It is snowing lightly and there are few people on the street at this hour (8:00 PM)

 

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril pulls on the door handle with all his might, breaking the zombie's arm off
in the process of closing the door if he can manage it. "Shoot the arm, William! Jack, can you get a shot at the arm?"