Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City
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KitanaVorr
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Still shaking, Evelyn stumbled against Thomas as he yanks her back. She stares at the dead man on the ground, feeling a little sick at the carnage...at being the instigator of the carnage.
Her dark eyes flitted to the twins, the one in particular who had knocked down the man. Though her voice was no where to be found her gratitude was obvious in her look
Her dark eyes flitted to the twins, the one in particular who had knocked down the man. Though her voice was no where to be found her gratitude was obvious in her look
Toric_Arthendain
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After dropping to the ground and hearing the shots fired, Joe rolls to the side. As the echo of the last shot fades, he climbs to his feet, looking physically and mentally drained. With a glance at the body of the cultist, he walks over to Thomas and the lady reporter. "I'm guessing that I owe one or both of you for saving my life," he says with another glance at the cultist and the wicked looking machete laying nearby. "Thank you." With a look back towards Lt. Poole and the other police officers, Joe says to Thomas, "We need to get your arm fixed up and we need to get Professor Carter out of here. I think what he saw down below the shop affected him in a profound way and he's going to need some time to recover from it."
Festy_Dog
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Hamish gives a sheepish smile and shrugs when he sees how grateful the pretty reporter is.
"Yar welcome," he says, shyly scratching the back of his head with his unbloodied hand, "I mean anyone woulda done the same, can't have a lady like yerself gettin' hurt now."
He moves his hand around while talking as if there wasn't a bloodied knuckle duster on it. His brother Shorty swiftly brings him back to reality.
Hamish eyes widen for a moment in realistaion.
"Sorry, gotta go," he says quickly as he and his brother make haste to leave.
"Yar welcome," he says, shyly scratching the back of his head with his unbloodied hand, "I mean anyone woulda done the same, can't have a lady like yerself gettin' hurt now."
He moves his hand around while talking as if there wasn't a bloodied knuckle duster on it. His brother Shorty swiftly brings him back to reality.
Hamish eyes widen for a moment in realistaion.
"Sorry, gotta go," he says quickly as he and his brother make haste to leave.
Yellow Sign
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In the confusion of the fight, Shorty and Hamish are able to slip away from the police. Lt. Poole seems concerned upon finding the gents missing but he does not press the issue.
Evelyn is given a good lecture about nosing about where she should not be.
Thomas and Carter are taken to the hostipal. Thomas' arm is set and a cast put on and his is released. Carter is admitted and put under observation. Hamish gets his shoulder wound bandaged by a doctor that they know who does not ask any questions.
Lt. Poole questions the group (minus Shorty and Hamish of coarse). Father Joe's story about zombies and a creature in the pit seem not to be belived by Lt. Poole and the other police. Evelyn's story appears in the New York Times on the front page the next day. It only give a account of the gunfight and the possible connection of the cult to a series of murders that have plagued the city for several months. Evelyn feels that there is more to the story than meets the eye.
[OOC: I am moving the story along abit. You can meet up at the hospital the next day to check on Carter and you will run into Evelyn there. She knows that Carter was admitted to the hospital and she has gone there to question him. I hope you don't mind me moving the action along.
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Evelyn is given a good lecture about nosing about where she should not be.
Thomas and Carter are taken to the hostipal. Thomas' arm is set and a cast put on and his is released. Carter is admitted and put under observation. Hamish gets his shoulder wound bandaged by a doctor that they know who does not ask any questions.
Lt. Poole questions the group (minus Shorty and Hamish of coarse). Father Joe's story about zombies and a creature in the pit seem not to be belived by Lt. Poole and the other police. Evelyn's story appears in the New York Times on the front page the next day. It only give a account of the gunfight and the possible connection of the cult to a series of murders that have plagued the city for several months. Evelyn feels that there is more to the story than meets the eye.
[OOC: I am moving the story along abit. You can meet up at the hospital the next day to check on Carter and you will run into Evelyn there. She knows that Carter was admitted to the hospital and she has gone there to question him. I hope you don't mind me moving the action along.
]
Yellow Sign
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Saint Catherine's Hospital
New York City
Saturday January 17th, 1926
Around 2:00 PM
John Carter sits up in his bed. A large bandage wrapped around his head. A week smile on his lips as he glances over the group in his hospital room. Shorty and Hamish both so alike in appearance and so different in personality. Father Joe, who spent the night watching over him. Thomas with his arm in a bulky cast.
The nights rest had done him good. Well at least after they gave him some medicine to help him sleep.
[OOC:Kitana you can enter the room at any time]
New York City
Saturday January 17th, 1926
Around 2:00 PM
John Carter sits up in his bed. A large bandage wrapped around his head. A week smile on his lips as he glances over the group in his hospital room. Shorty and Hamish both so alike in appearance and so different in personality. Father Joe, who spent the night watching over him. Thomas with his arm in a bulky cast.
The nights rest had done him good. Well at least after they gave him some medicine to help him sleep.
[OOC:Kitana you can enter the room at any time]
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KitanaVorr
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Saint Catherine's Hospital
New York City
Saturday January 17th, 1926
Around 2:00 PM
Nothing like breaking the calm than a nosy reporter. Speak of which, the selfsame reporter from the other day - looking none the less apologetic for her stunt - strolled into the patient room with all the cavalier of someone who truly believed she must belong there.
Her dark eyes passed over the gentlemen gathered and a rather amused smile touched her lips. "Well, so glad to get all of you in one place! I thought I might have to search each of you out in your own little hidey hole."
Crossing the room to Carter's bed, she placed her hand on the metal end and gave him a careful once over. "And how are you, professor? Looking much better today, I see."
She thrust out a gloved at to him. "I'm Winslow, Evelyn Winslow. Reporter, New York Times and just the woman you've been looking for."
New York City
Saturday January 17th, 1926
Around 2:00 PM
Nothing like breaking the calm than a nosy reporter. Speak of which, the selfsame reporter from the other day - looking none the less apologetic for her stunt - strolled into the patient room with all the cavalier of someone who truly believed she must belong there.
Her dark eyes passed over the gentlemen gathered and a rather amused smile touched her lips. "Well, so glad to get all of you in one place! I thought I might have to search each of you out in your own little hidey hole."
Crossing the room to Carter's bed, she placed her hand on the metal end and gave him a careful once over. "And how are you, professor? Looking much better today, I see."
She thrust out a gloved at to him. "I'm Winslow, Evelyn Winslow. Reporter, New York Times and just the woman you've been looking for."
VorpalBunny
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Carter looks over to Father Joe. "They tell me you pulled me out. I want to thank you, Father although I don't remember much of what happened. Still..." Carter stops speaking as the door to his room opened. He looked in horror as a man shuffled into the room, his gait slow but steady. Carter's eyes widened in horror as he looked over the form - the rune carved into the forhead, the exposed and dangling intestines... he bit his lip and closed his eyes. This is not happening... this is not REAL!
"And how are you, professor? Looking much better today, I see."
Carter opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly raised his hand to grasp Evelyn's outstretched glove, almost expecting to feel rotting flesh give way under the pressure of his hand.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Winslow. I know I haven't been well lately, but I trust you'll tell me why I'm looking for you?"
"And how are you, professor? Looking much better today, I see."
Carter opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly raised his hand to grasp Evelyn's outstretched glove, almost expecting to feel rotting flesh give way under the pressure of his hand.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Winslow. I know I haven't been well lately, but I trust you'll tell me why I'm looking for you?"
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