Ravyn:
Scene: An alleyway in Brooklyn. The Red Hook district is one of the rougher
areas of the borough, named for the red clay soil and the point of land
projecting into the East River. In the 1970s and 1980s, Red Hook earned a
reputation as a crime-ridden, desolate place. Abandoned warehouses and empty
lots abounded. It is nearby one of these alleys that we begin.
Arlett: ((guessing we going on Michelle's
car or on foot?))
Michelle Morgan: She drives the three of
them up to the area. She's dressed down, in a black T-Shirt and jeans, her hair
tied back. According to the newspaper, it was...messy.
Michelle Morgan: ((Was figgering the car.
Easy getaway if necessary. *G*))
Samantha Jacobs: She looks on edge, and
protective of the pair. She shifts, getting adjusting to the unfamiliar gun on
her hip. Eyes constantly look around and about.
Arlett: (nods)) *oh.. yea... she'll braid
her golder hair on the way, a bit pouty of having to do so, but rathers it to
get it dirty, peering out the window*
Samantha Jacobs:
3,4,10,4,5,5,7,
Michelle Morgan: She drives along. "Paper
didn't list the alleyway...keep an eye out for their pretty yellow tape. That'll
be our best bet."
Arlett: *nods* alright *looking out of the
window*
Arlett: (perc. alert..))
Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes roam around,
just a short nod to Michelle.
Arlett:
5,4,6,4,
Ravyn: Sam
sees it first...an alleyway cordoned off not by yellow tape, but by roadblock
signs. It's kind of hard to yellow-tape off a whole alley, after all.
Samantha Jacobs: "There." She points out
to Michelle, easily.
Arlett: *blinking as Sam points, looking
over, wrinkling her nose a tiny bit*
Michelle Morgan: She glances over, and
nods, finding a nearby curbside parking spot about a quarter-block and killing
the engine.
Ravyn: Arlett
also notices the roadblack. Sam further notes black tarp-like material about
half a block in, hiding the last half of the alleyway.
Ravyn:
((Halfway in. :P))
Arlett: oh ya there is it! *as Michelle
parks looking slightly back to keep looking*
Michelle Morgan: She undoes the seatbelt
and opens the car door. "Arlett, can you grab my backpack next to you?"
Samantha Jacobs: She grunted, sliding out
of the car and looking around warily. Half a dozen people don't just die
brutally like THAT in an alleyway. At least, not in America. Aas far as she
knew.
Arlett: *looks for it* sure *taking it
to drag it out, hefting* ((and hoping it ain't got nothing to heavy *G*))
Arlett -> Ravyn:
((with a marvelous str of ONE!99
Michelle Morgan: ((Naah, nothing too heavy
at all. *G*)) She looks over at the area, then does a quick glance around. A
sigh. "No cops...that's both good and bad..."
Samantha Jacobs: She nods, agreeing
with Michelle, and resting a hand on the gun. She looks around again, taking in
details.
Samantha Jacobs:
3,10,7,9,1,5,3,
Arlett: *looking ot Michelle* why bad? *lookign
then around, brining too her own baggie*
Ravyn: As
befitting the places reputation, the area is low-income, probably normally
containing many homeless. Today, the streets are pretty clear of vcagrants for
some reason. The area is pretty much just warehouses and empty lots...it's the
industrial district. The one except is a low-rent, no-tell kind of motel on one
side of the alley.
Samantha Jacobs: "Let me go first." She
mutters to the other two
Michelle Morgan: "Bad means either that
they did a 'hide the mess,' a quick look around, and went home, letting the
locals clean it up, which they probably haven't done...or that they should be
here, and aren't."
Arlett: *Looks to Sam* sure? *then
around, to trying to pick out something, for if*
Arlett: *blinking, looking to michelle *
ya mean... the corp... they... they are still there? *eyeing the alley, oh
please not*
Samantha Jacobs: "They shouldn't have done
that if they were doing shit proper." Her lip curl a bit and she slowly advances
ahead of the other two, eyes darting around. "YTeah. I'm sure."
Michelle Morgan: She looks to Sam,
hesitantly, but nods. "All right." She gives the woman a little smile.
Arlett: *and bites her lips, moving on
with Michelle to ... start onto getting in the alley, peering around again*
Samantha Jacobs: Carefully, she steps
around the roadblocks, a hand on her gun. She breathes shallowly and through her
mouth just incase the bodies ARE still there. Eyes shift and take in things.
Samantha Jacobs:
9,5,2,5,9,1,8,
Michelle Morgan: She does follow along,
about ten feet behind Sam, stopping at the edge of the alleyway when Sam goes
in. She's keeping Sam in her sight as much as possible.
Ravyn:
Moving past the roadblocks, Sam finds a mostly typical alleyway, all the way up
to the tarps that separate the back of alley from the front of it.
Arlett: *moves with them, a bit ahead of
Michelle*
Ravyn: She
does notice several spots of dried blood on the ground in spatter marks, peeking
from the bottom of the tarps.
Samantha Jacobs: She slowly pulls out the
gun, and uses the gun to slightly move the tarp. She does her best not to touch
it with her hands at all.
Ravyn: Well,
the body's are gone, and most of the gore. Unfortunately, it appears that the
police were NOT in the mood to scrub down the alleyway, and a good srubbing it
does need. The blood is all dried, but it's all over the place, with the highest
concentration being in the back of the one-way alley, against the wall. There's
a smear mark, as if someone was crawling while they bled, aprubtly ending near
where the tarps are. The smell is still horrendous. ((Stamina roll, Sam!))
Samantha Jacobs:
2,
Arlett: *bites her lips, just peering
ahead, staying yet a bit ahead of Michelle and a somewhat appeart from Sam,
waiting on the clear to come closer*
Samantha Jacobs: She turns sharply and
tries to get OUT of teh alley before she throws up. Gore she could handle. But
that smell, thaht dead body smell always made her sick. The little she had eaten
that day is thrown up, just outside the roadblacks.
Ravyn -> Samantha Jacobs:
The smell overwhelms Sam, and she finds herself
neausated. ((Can spend WP to keep from puking, if you want.))
Ravyn -> Samantha Jacobs:
((Or not. *G*))
Arlett: oh! *or rather get out the way
of pucking Sam, blinks, a galnce to Michelle* ya ok? *to Sam, moving to her,
eyeing the alley*
Michelle Morgan: She tenses as Sam books
it, moving to her with a highly concerned frown as she throws up. She puts a
hand on the woman's back, rubbing it lightly. "Sweetie?"
Samantha Jacobs: The woman remains hunched
over the one of the roadblocks for a moment. She spits a bit, wiping her mouth
before she stands up again, pale. She doesn't put the gun away, and wipes at her
mouth again. "Smell." She explains to Michelle. "Bodies gone. Bloods not."
Arlett: *Eyes behind, biting her lips
more* we needa cover mouth and nose then...
Samantha Jacobs: "You'll still throw up."
She mutters to Arlett.
Arlett: nhe if ya dip them in vinager or
some chemic that hides the other smell
Samantha Jacobs: "Wicks. Rub it under your
nose..." Who knows if she's talking to Arlett or herself.
Michelle Morgan: She looks back at the
tarp, still rubbing Sam's back, her face tentative. She looks to Arlett,
frowning a bit. "I can do what I need to from the non-tarped part of the
alleyway..."
Samantha Jacobs: "What are you going to
do?" She looks to Michelle almost sharply. "Are you gonna do what Rachelle did?"
Samantha Jacobs: ((brb))
Michelle Morgan: A nod. "That was the
plan, yeah." She smiles a little bit. "Try to see what happened before
everything went down. Maybe I can cut out before it gets too nasty."
Samantha Jacobs: She frowns heavily. "I
don't think thats a good idea."
Arlett: ((I got rather BIG time booted!))
Arlett: *blinks, staring to michelle* see back...*blinks,
gig a bit pale+ ya gonna see it ALL happen again?!... *as she was about to say
soemthing* I... I... I'll look if they left.. any of those... creepy messages...
like.. they used
Arlett: ((if I go boot side again I may
take up to ten mins to come back.. sometimes it happenes))
Michelle Morgan: She moves to Arlett and
takes the backpack from her, looking Sam's way. "Sam...if there's no evidence in
there to find out if a Nephandi was involved or not, I'm open to other
suggestions. But this is really our best bet."
Arlett: *Looks up to Michelle* then
lets first look for writtings? or ... the things they used to leave?
Samantha Jacobs: She frowns heavily and
shfts from one foot to the other. She has no other means though. "Its going to
be horrible Michelle," she warns. "Like really really super bad."
Michelle Morgan: She nods. "I know. I've
seen bad before, and I know this'll be worse. That's why I'll try to stop before
it starts in earnest."
Michelle Morgan: "Sounds good, Arlett."
She opens the backpack and digs around in it for a moment.
Arlett: *nods, biting her lips, swalloing,
do looking in her own back to take out a little bottel and rub under her nose,
offering to michelle* for the smell...
Arlett: ((I knows vick vapourub more or
less covers it... but another chemic might help more.. I know they use one jsut
don't know the name))
Samantha Jacobs: She watches, a little
uselessly. Nervously almost. Eyes dart around once more, grip tightening on the
gun.
Michelle Morgan: She takes the bottle and
wipes it under her nose, which crinkles with the smell. Still, it's better then
old blood and death. She looks to Sam, holding out the bottle. "You wanna give
it another try, with the smell blocked? Or keep watch out here, make sure we're
in the clear?"
Samantha Jacobs: She reaches out to
take the bottle and smear it under her nose. "I'll stand in the mouth of the
alley." She says reluctantly.
Arlett: *nods, takes an uneasy intake of
breath and moves in, searching for writtings.. or trails or anything the one
that did this might have left*
Michelle Morgan: She smiles at Sam,
touching her arm lightly in a supportine gesture, and moves in with Arlett.
Arlett: *biting her lips, peering up to
Michelle* can't be worst then what happened at Hell.. right? *muttered*
Ravyn: ((Per+Occult))
Samantha Jacobs: She shifts,m settling
herself at the mouth of the alley, leaning casually. She refuses to look back,
eyes moving around and making sure no one is going to come and interrupt.
Michelle Morgan: "Hell was before my time,
Arlett, so I don't know."
Arlett:
4,2,
Michelle Morgan:
3,4,10,8,
Arlett: *nods, swallowing* can't be...
Ravyn: ((Per+Invest,
too. Sorry.))
Michelle Morgan:
4,10,
Arlett: ((giggles))((will to it!))
Arlett:
7,5,8,
Ravyn:
Walking through the scene isn't easy, but the two manage to look around a bit.
Arlett is a little too disturbed by the carnage around, and focuses on that.
There were probably a good ten victims or so, just from the sheer amount of
blood around. They obviously saw what was coming, and tried to get away but were
trapped, thus why the majority of the blood is focused on the back of the alley.
She's too focused on that to comfirm if there's any ritual implements. Michelle,
on the other hand, specifically focuses away from the gore, and can confirm
there's no ritual implements.
Samantha Jacobs: She keeps the lookout.
Arlett: *frowns, noticing the blood how
many, tensing so much biting at her lips as she moves around* shit... *shaking
her head, going through it as long as she can then finally moving off, closing
her eyes* shit
Ravyn: And
the police are right. It looks almost more animalistic. An average persom could
never have done this, with any kind of weapon...not without taking the amount of
time that they probably didn't have.
Michelle Morgan: She nods. "Yeah, shit's
about right." She waits until Arlett leaves to follow, just a little pale.
Arlett: *swallows, shivering... well
ok... probabely AS bad as hell, shivers* they saw it... they saw it and tried to
get away...*VERY low*
Samantha Jacobs: Sam glances back at them,
ducking her head. She'd seen carnage and felt a little... wrong, when she
realized the scene hadn't bothered her. Just the smell.
Michelle Morgan: "Well, fuck. No ritual
stuff...'course, they could have taken it all away." She frowns and looks over
to the two. "Anyone got any ideas, before I go with Plan B?"
Samantha Jacobs: Sam silently shakes her
head where she is, tensing up. A lot.
Arlett: *eyes behind, swallows* I can try
to scan the place for rescidues... anything that is... not... blood.. that could
indicate the use of other materials in a ritual... or.. marks first can go with
a simple material scan over the .... place... the other I can amplify with my
scanner so the sight is clearer on any markings from knives or something the
like...
Michelle Morgan: She nods to Arlett, a
tiny bit relieved that the looking back has been delayed, at least. "Do it,
then."
Arlett: *nods, biting her lips and going
to search on her back for that gameboy looking gadget, then looking for what
seems like a hand scanner, and plugs, ging to plug all things and then typing a
key on the game controls breaths and goes back.. not going slowly over the
place, analysing the material there* ((well mater and corro to get it scann
spread to the tiny area...))
Arlett: ((going for the two rolls I got
from arete 2))
Samantha Jacobs: She glances back, once,
and then back to being on guard.
Arlett:
2,8,
Arlett: ((erh and will to this one with
one of quint))
Arlett:
2,7,
Ravyn -> Arlett:
It's a little difficult to tell, because there
ARE elements of things that might conceivably be considered ritual stuff. A hint
of wax residue here and there...some garbage in the area has some things...of
course, blood is a ritual for componants. There's just a lot of trash in the
alleyway, like most alleys have. Nothing overtly says "Yes, there were Nephandi
here," though.
Michelle Morgan: She stands next to Sam,
staying alert, a calming hand on Sam's shoulder.
Samantha Jacobs: She's tense under
Michelle's hand, and though she glances back once again, she keeps her eyes out
for trouble.
Arlett: *frowns, sighing, shaking her
head, biting her lips* no good on seeing materials... mean.. there is a bit of
wax.. and trash.. and... blood.. but... that we knew would be *peering over*
I'll go with trying to find markings... maybe something a knive or a weapon
would do *changing the plugs a bit and typing another thing on the game*
Michelle Morgan: She nods to Arlett. "All
right."
Arlett: 88same two rolls =) will on first
roll))
Arlett:
6,5,
Arlett: ((uh.. and one quit on second
*pout*))
Arlett:
3,3,
Arlett: ((ble))
Ravyn -> Arlett:
There are no occult-style markings, beyond some
grafitti on the walls that were missed under the blood that splashed over it in
the massacre. However, there are claw marks in the back wall of the allew, caked
with blood, and a piece of claw stuck in said marking.
Michelle Morgan: She looks at Samantha
while Arlett works. "What are you feeling right now?" Yes, this exercise again.
Arlett: *blinks, frowning moving to the
back of the alley, picking in her bag for gloves and a bagie, and trying to
unstuck something from teh wall to get in the bag*
Samantha Jacobs: "Nervous. Worried. A
little freaked out by myself." She nurmurs, eyes sweeping the street. "You?"
Ravyn: The
item is easily extracted. It's a tip of a claw, bear-sized, but with a saw edge
to it.
Arlett: *blinks, swalloing, droping in
bag* Michelle...
Michelle Morgan: "Apprehensive. Concerned.
Disturbed. A little sick. And very happy you're here to keep us safe."
Samantha Jacobs: She smiled, just
barely.
Michelle Morgan: She looks behind her, to
Arlett. "Yeah?"
Arlett: *starts moving slowly over to
them* i'm thinking they ain't were human...*showing her the tip of claw on bagie*
I.. can run a test to know what... it belogs to...
Samantha Jacobs: She listens and plays
lookout.
Ravyn: She
takes the bag, looking at the claw curiously. "What the...?"
Michelle Morgan: ((Damn X-Posts...))
Arlett: ((gigles)) was at the end.. there
are other marks there too... on the wall... it was there...
Michelle Morgan: "Well, I'm not a
biologist, but I don't know what the hell it belongs to..."
Arlett: I can run DNA tests... it looks
like a bear... but can be wrong.. mean... bears don't.. usually.. just kill...
for killing... like this...
Samantha Jacobs: She glances back, eyes
narrowing at the claw. She shifts uneasily, and notes to talk to Rei.
Michelle Morgan: "And they don't normally
wander around Red Hook." A nod.
Arlett: *nods* so.. I can do a quick on
here and a thoroughtfull one with time... wanna me to try the first now?
Michelle Morgan: "Do your thing, Arlett."
She smiles to the woman a little, nodding.
Arlett: *nods, and well out of blood part,
opes the bagie again, taking out a credit card sized thing and tiping it a bit
inside to make the DNA lecture on the thing*
Arlett: ((well just in case, again the two
rollws))
Arlett:
5,9,
Arlett:
3,9,
Samantha Jacobs: She shifts as she stands
and then settles again, gun still out. As if too on edge to put it away.
Ravyn -> Arlett:
It's absolutely nothing Arlett has ever seen
before...feline, certainly. Se recognizes elements of several different elements
of big cats in there...but there's way that Arlett knows that one creature could
have all these DNA strands.
Ravyn: ((Per+Awareness))
Arlett -> Ravyn:
there no way ya mean? *S*
Michelle Morgan:
7,2,4,5,4,
Arlett: *frowns* shit....* closing the
bagi, eyeing the lecture* its like.... way to much diff cats in one.. with
something else...
Ravyn -> Arlett:
((there's no way, yeah. *G*))
Arlett: ((me too?))
Ravyn: ((You
too, Arlett, for the Awareness))
Arlett:
7,5,5,7,
Ravyn:
Michelle feels something, but it's timed perfectly in snych with Arlett's
effect, so she doesn't recognize it as different. Arlett, however, picks up a
flash of something supernatural occurring off to their left. In the Alleyway, on
their side of the tarp. Where there is nothing visibly there.
Arlett: *flitches, looking over at
where she felt something, murmuring* something is there... and it did
something... taking all quickling into her bag so she can reach for her gun or
hair spray if needed*
Arlett: ((all but credit card, just
though, prime scanning the spot))
Samantha Jacobs: She turns around at
Arlett's words, half looking in, half looking out. "I think its time to go." She
says, teresly.
Morgan: She glances at Arlett, then in
the direction she's looking. "Yes, Sam, I think you're right. Fuck the looking
back."
Arlett: *nods starting to move with them,
just pushing slighlty on the credit thingy for a quick prime scan*
Arlett:
8,10,
Samantha Jacobs: "Move. I'll cover from
behind." She says it disturbingly calm, safety clicked off the gun.
Ravyn -> Arlett:
Something is hidden there, watching them.
Something with a very strong feel of both...faith and corruption?
Arlett: *frowning, swalloing, ohhhh no,
she is NOT getting scared, but she is moving with Michelle out of there,
murmuring* is there...
Arlett: and is not good
Arlett: *to Michelle that is*
Samantha Jacobs: "Move!" She barks it to
the two woman in a no nonsense voice, gun pointed towards the alley now. Eyes
darting around.
Michelle Morgan: She's moving toward the
roadblocks. "Sam. Come on. Now."
Arlett: *takes out her gun, juuuuuuuuuust
in case, and do starts moving out quiker then she was*
Samantha Jacobs: Not until Michelle is
past her does she start to move slowly, gun aimed at the alley. She carefully
walks backwards, the soldier in her coming out.
Ravyn:
Nothing comes out to attack. As far as it looks, the alleyway is empty.
Arlett: *she WILL keep looking at were the
thing is at, all the way*
Michelle Morgan: "Faster is good, Sam!"
She's on the other side of the roadblocks, but not moving an inch until Sam
reaches her.
Ravyn -> Arlett:
It's not moving from it's spot, though it has
shifted to face the woman pointing the gun at it.
Arlett: Sam.. it ain't moving.. just...
come on... now.
Samantha Jacobs: "Just go to theh car
Michelle. Have it opened, and have it on, I'll be there." Its calm, though eyes
keep darting around. She moves bpast the roadblocks, keeping her eyes on the
alley. She refuses to turn around.
Arlett: *then she blinks and stops a bit,
looking at the thing* ya did this? *as if it just ocurred her*
Michelle Morgan: "God dammit..." She gives
a frustrated sound, but listens for once, booking it to the car and starting it
up before moving to back it up to the alleyway.
Ravyn: The
air ripples, light returning to it's normal wavelengths, and a form is suddenly
there, looking at Sam and Arlett. ((DD coming))
Ravyn: What’s
this...a Neil Gaiman character come to life? Might as well be...if they were
casting the part of Death in a Sandman movie, she would certainly be it. She
stands at about 5’9”, maybe 110-115 pounds. Black hair and white-face certainly
give the slightly tacky illusion of a corpse...the hallmark of the gothic
lifestyle, of course. She’s really got the look down, right to the curly-Q drawn
in eyeliner coming from the outside corner of the right eye. She’s dressed in a
black tank-top, matching jeans, hip-huggers, and Doc Martins. A black girl’s
formal jacket and a parasol completes the look, along with black lipstick. Her
eyes, a soft brown, carry a keen intelligence and a biting wit, as well as a
deep, deep sadness at something unsaid. Goth girls of the world, unite! Here is
your Queen!
Samantha Jacobs: She tenses and her
breath seems to hitch, fingers mving to rest on the trigger. "Car, Arlett, now."
Arlett: *blinks, watching the girls,
swallows, moving slowly on to the car, but still looking to the... girl... for a
nod or a shake of head.. ro something*
Ravyn: The
girl looks at Arlett, a little sadly...even wistful. "You've got some skills,
kid. I'm impressed. Who knew Babel would have worked?"
Arlett: *blinking at that,... yea not
getting it* uh... thanks... ya did this? *well michelle got the car agaist the
alley, so she can stop right by the door and still look right?*
Samantha Jacobs: "In the car." She snaps
to Arlett, gun still trained on the girl.
Michelle Morgan: The car backs up, heading
the wrong way down the street, screeching to a stop at the alley. "In! Both of
you! NOW!"
Ravyn: She
looks at Sam, and the gun. "You don't wanna use that. Trust me." She looks back
at Arlett. "Kid...if I did this, you think I woulda been watching you three work
the entire time?"
Samantha Jacobs: She's inching towards
the passanger seat, but she wants Arlett IN. NOW.
Arlett: *ok.. the thing gots a point,
looks from Michelle to Sam a mometn then at her* then who did it?
Arlett: *biting her lips, opening the
door, and do getting in, but she wants to know!* ((Damm I have to go *giggles,
pokes her Arlett*))
Samantha Jacobs: She turns, swiftly, and
pushes Arlett into the car. She doesn't care WHAT the thing says.
Samantha Jacobs: ((There *G* Sam helped))
Arlett: *just in time to get pushed to,
frowns a bit, with a tiny sound, but stays in.. *
Michelle Morgan: "Samantha! In the car!"
She's in order mode at the moment, as she shifts the thing from reverse to
drive.
Arlett: ((thanks!uh I know I be back later
if you two are still around and want to do after match talk :) ))
Ravyn: She
just watches, sadly, as they head off, acting like SHE'S the enemy.
Arlett: *she keeps looking at the
woman, she is NOT scared... suuuure she is NOT, but she too is a bit curious*
Arlett: ((and I am already in, not going
out of the car, to let know))
Samantha Jacobs: She tumbles in after
Arlett, shutting the door quickly. She turns, frowning, watching the girl fade
as Michelle drives off.
Samantha Jacobs:
7,8,6,10,3,
Samantha Jacobs: And she evem manages to
stave off a flashback. Go her.
Arlett: 88*hugs all around* ThaNKS! a lot
and Arlett will keep looking till they are out of sight of the goth.. then go
silent thinking, needa go *snugs tightly* sorry and be back laters!))
Samantha Jacobs: ((Later!))
Michelle Morgan: She peels out, tires
sqeauling, as she heads off, out of the area, then out of Brooklyn.
Samantha Jacobs: Sam simply remains as
lookout as they speed away.
Michelle Morgan: ((And...faaaade....))