Timed Misery (1800's Supernatural Mystery Adventure, Closed Game Thread)

[Shadowstar38]

Warren. Train heading to Harkstead

As Warren ran, he saw the doctor was back on his feet and moving towards the luggage car. It was a gleeful sight. At the very least this man hadn't been injured as well. Warren caught a glimpse of Jack hoping off the Train again, and a man with a hammer running further off.

I dont believe he was in the car with the rest of us. That may be the man I'm looking for. Still, it's best if we all regroup for now

Warren skidded to a halt in front of Lucrece and the doctor.

"I hope everyone is doing well here. No serious injuries I take it?"

 

[SkullKing84]

John- Train heading to Harkstead

John never one for subtle smashes through the side of the car, disembarking like an angry gorilla. But, still giving chase. Unlike most people, he knows he could literally chase this man all day. And for whatever Mr.Hammer is planning, John has no intentions to letting come to fruition.

 

[willofbob]

Bertram, Luggage Car
If only palm pistols had a decent range, no?" Said the young frenchwoman.
Bertram chuckled, "I was possessed of a similar idea myself, madame!", He exclaimed in reply, showing her his concealed firearm. "Very glad I'm not the man who ticked you off, eh!" He chuckled again.
Another young man burst into the train car, his breathless and embattled entrance mirroring his own. The man seemed familiar, but not menacing. After a brief pause, he cheerfully welcomed the man, "I remember you! You were the standoffish young fellow sitting next to me before! Bertram Scholar, a pleasure!"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-Near the Railway Tracks to Harkstead

Further down the dirt path, Jacqueline could hear horses neighing over the ever present ever slowing train, sooner or later it would come to a complete halt, maybe 'Mr. Hammer' had also killed the Stokers as well as the Conductor? That didn't matter now, all she wanted was to get as far away from the train as she could.

She approached wherever the sound of horses was emanating from cautiously, being careful not to be spotted by whoever was riding them. If there was a cart of carriage she could hop on board without them them noticing, and if they were going in the same direction as she was it would hasten her journey to Harkstead.

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Luggage Car

With her reply, the man became animated with glee, revealing a repeater pistol concealed in his in coast, showing it her in a fashion not unlike the shady dealers that lurked the street of Paris, shuffling with jackets stuffed full of illcit goods. He chuckled again, a hearty laugh from the stomach and turned around to see a familiar sight, Dr. Beakon, though he looked a little worse for wear. Then she noticed another gentlemen with messy black hair and a great deal younger than the two other gentlemen. She suddenly felt a bit catastrophic with all these men surrounding her, badgering her with questions and greetings. No wonder Jacky had chosen to escape this crowd and leapt into the quiet countryside. She replied to them in turn, hoping that she wouldn't solely be the focus of the conversation.

"Hello again mademoiselle, how is everything down here?"

"Good to see you, Doctor," she said, turning to him, "With the absence of a red-headed madman, everything is fine here."

"I hope everyone is doing well here. No serious injuries I take it?"

She then turned to Warren and said, "I am fine, but cannot say the same for Dr. Beakon."

"I was possessed of a similar idea myself, madame!" He said, full of high spirits, "Very glad I'm not the man who ticked you off, eh."


Finally, Lucrece turned to Bertram and nodded, "It is said that great minds think alike, Bert."

She had chosen to call him that out of a mixture of mischief and annoyance, knowing it would annoy him in turn. She sighed, with nearly all the gentlemen here, who was dealing with the murderer?

Spoiler: OOC

@madox ford [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/madox+ford] Yeah I watched the new episode. 'Dinosuars On Spaceships' sums up everything about the episodes written by Steven Moffat.

 

[madox ford]

Dr Beakon luggage car

The doctor raised his hand to his nose, before attempting to wipe most of the blood away. Finding a surprisingly large quantity he reached into his jacket and brought out a handkerchief. Pressing it against his nose he was able to mop up most if not all of the blood. His nose, he realised was still broken so with a quick movement he pushed it back into place, grimacing slightly.
"I am pleased to see that no one is hurt" said the Doctor "well except me . Any suggestions for what to do now?"

Spoiler: OOC

fair enough. on the other hand agatha chritsie and a murdering wasp???

 

[Raynoson]

Near Train to Harkstead...

Horses! Three of them to be exact and with saddles and bags, at a glance look to be holding some camping gear. One brown, one black, and one grey are there, and tied to a tree within a small clearing past the brush.

No one is nearby and there is barely any evidence of anyone passing by.

On the Train....

The chase goes on, until the pop, pop, and ping of bullets wiz over John's head from up ahead.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-Near the Railway Tracks to Harkstead

They said that this was the land of opportunity, but this seemed too good to be true. There were three horses! One black, one grey, one brown. Each one saddled and ready to ride, they were carrying camping gear as well. She could easily take one and ride to Harkstead instead of walking. But one thing kept niggling at the back of her mind: where had they came from ? And where were their owners? Healthy horses with provisions don't appear out of nowhere.

Did it matter? No.

Whoever had left these horses were long since gone. Finders, keepers, loosers, weepers. It was childish, but Jacqueline couldn't stop herself from laughing slightly at the thought.

Jacqueline suppressed her qualms, took the reigns of the black horse and lead it back to the dirt path, where she mounted it and carried on her way, galloping towards Harkstead.

Spoiler: OOC

I'm kinda worried that the choice of horse also represents some sort of moral dilemma XD

 

[RaNDM G]

Donal - Passenger Roof

Donal ducks under the rounds. He loads his rifle lying flat on his back, trying to keep as small a target as possible.

 

[SkullKing84]

John- Dodging bullets on the Train to Harkstead

This seems to get more and more interesting. John knows he may be tough as nails, but bullets can really do a number on him. He slowly disembarks the train and runs along the side to try to get around the shooter.

 

[Shadowstar38]

Warren. Luggage car.

After chatting with the other occupants of the car, Warren could make out that non of them were at deaths door. The Doctor had made off with only a bloody nose, and both the French woman and the new gent were safe.

"I'm glad that you are all unphashed. Well, mostly," he corrected after looking at the Doctor again. "But I did hear a gun shot. Is the man we are after armed or was it one of our friends that have given chase?"

Warren could hear several more shots coming from the front of the train.

"I'd certainly like to know if I should be worried, or relived."

 

[Raynoson]

(Sorry on slow, keyboard broke and I'm usin a Pad)

Jacqueline-Near the Railway Tracks to Harkstead

(Nah those come later, though you just made a big choice that will impact everyone, for better or worse =D. Achievement Broken Line. The worst moral issue was not helping the Doctor for Donal.)

Riding off as the sun rose... After a distance a weird frisson was felt and it was like the sky grew clouded and grey bright as it still was, with a chill tight in the air. Jacqueline was being watched, not that'd she'd ever know, and the watcher smiled, holding tight to hope.

(you are on pause for the moment unless you want to do anything else small)

John- Dodging bullets on the Train to Harkstead
(coulda swore you were already off the train,but whatever)

Train to Harkstead...


Whom ever was firing was going for amount over aim, and John with his size and skills managed easily if a bit slower. Approaching and rounding a bend in the cars the firing stopped. Looking ahead were a staff car, coal, and the engine itself, nosign of hammer, shooter, or anyone.
---
donal soon found that he was not the target of the fire, and more so after John had gone ahead.

 

[RaNDM G]

Donal- Passenger Roof

Not seeing any shooters in the treeline and daring to continue on, Donal crouches up and cautiously moves ahead to the Staff roof.

He gambles the shooters haven't noticed him yet. He lies down and waits for John to draw their fire and reveal themselves.

 

[SkullKing84]

Spoiler: OOC

Oh, I thought the post, where I got shot at, meant i was still on the train. Just how I read it.I was going with the flow, But yeah, he did get off the train twice then...

John- next to the train

John picks up a good sized rock. Just getting ready to lob the stone at the next guy who has a gun or Mr.Hammer. With his defenses up and strides towards the staff car, preparing to go in, expecting trouble.

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Luggage Car

She was getting tired of the gentlemen crowding her, she pushed through and looked out of the window, wondering where Jacky ran out to, and if she should do the same, as the countryside looked safer than a rickety train with a red-headed murdered on board. For all the urgency of the situation, she was at a loss to what to do. From the sounds of it, the Irish ruffian was still trying to hunt down the man with the hammer, but whether he had succeeded, she didn't know. The barrage of questions came again, she pulled out a fan from her purse and preceded to fan herself with it.

"I am pleased to see that no one is hurt" said the Doctor "well except me . Any suggestions for what to do now?"

"But I did hear a gun shot. Is the man we are after armed or was it one of our friends that have given chase?"

"I have not a clue to what we should do next, Doctor." Lucrece replied, "I believe that is one of our friends, as I handed him the rifle myself, Monsieur...?"

It would be nice to know the name of the younger one, after all, Lucrece was finding herself wanting to speak of someone more near her own age, of her generation. Not these middle-aged muggles.

 

[Raynoson]

Harkstead Train-Mid-Morning

Due to the angles of firing and the trains roof, the options to hit anything that didn't blatantly stand up or raise their head were high, but most else low.
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Approaching the door it is ajar and John can see through it well enough, three men there are, one is obviously Mr.Hammer, another in an odd harness of leather and metal with pistol handles sticking out like no tomorrow, and a priest to hazard a guess at his attire. The two new men were white, with brown hair. Looking roughly the same and with short simple hair, they could pass for twins from the back.

All three at a small table, enjoying a drink of some sort in tin mugs, and sitting on piles of dead(?) bodies of the passengers scattered around the car.

The priest spoke in a voice accustomed to sermons and silence, of replies and comfort, and hints of an English Man.

"Goodbye sir, enjoy the rest of your life, short as it is."

With that the world and everyone in it seemed to simply go "Blorp" no other word described the exact feeling.
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November 21, 18XX, Mid-Morning. Weather Cloudy/Cold. 31 Days till Solstice

Aboard the Train to Harkstead...

Much of the train and it's occupants were the same still, and the Conductor had long sense left back for the staff car. Many of the passengers had a rather unsettled feeling, and some couldn't quite place the events of the ride. Many blamed sleepy feelings, others simply the bore of the ride.

A few in the back of the car felt like they knew one another, even if they didn't quite understand what had transgressed.

Lucrece knew what she learned before from touching her fellow occupants, but it lacked a certain something, or someone, she couldn't place it. For the others she knew them well enough to chat casually in a sense, and something about guns and murder flitted in the back.

Donal was left like he should have his gun, and could feel his heart beating slightly faster.
John was quite the same, and his right leg ached as if scratched and cut, but no injury was there.

Warren and the Doctor were shifted as well, and felt like something was amiss, though they knew not. The Doctor still remembered much of Lucrece, though the conversation was at a lost to him.

Bertam was still a slumber, though his memories remained much of the same, he could feel himself rousing from a dream of fights and the train involved.

Perhaps the only one who could shed light on the situation was Jacqueline, sadly she was already in sight of Harkstead, wrapped against the chill with a laden horse, and smelling the sea. Nearby the Train was pulling in from around a bend, and the noise was at her ears. It made sense for why they arrived around the same time, but no sign of panic or injury was visible from afar.
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One passenger smiled glad that everything worked out in the end, the "villains" foiled. Late because of one horse missing, and failing to erect the signs, or prepare the barrels of powder.

All was well for now, and perhaps things would be better.

<spoiler=OOC>Any issues with what has happened? Rarely does this pop up in a thread, and many can feel cheated if a bit put off. To sum it up, many of you know one another more or less but can't exactly recall why or how, Jacqueline to you all is someone familiar, thought unknown more so.
You are pulling in to Harkstead the lot of you, and I'll give you a bit to react to the events, and then post city details.

 

[SkullKing84]

John- Aboard the Train to Harkstead

Not sure what just happened, he turns to the other passengers and politely nods.

 

[RaNDM G]

Donal - Passenger Car

A little uneased by the big man's polite nodding, Donal grumbles. He stands up, heading into the luggage car for no apparent reason.

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Passenger Car

Lucrece found herself sitting in the same seat as before, seeing a somewhat familiar bull of a man nodding. She ignored the nod and turn to the window, watching the cloudy sky that spoke of foreboding and winter. A somewhat familiar group of passengers were sitting alongside her, in the same car. Lucrece couldn't shake the feeling that she had known them once, memories of handshakes and the memory fragments of others rose up in her head. She winched at a vision of blood and gunpowder, only to be calmed by a fragment of a dark night and towering chimmeys. Lucrece took a cigerette from her purse, placed it on the holder and lit it, only to notice that one cigerette was already absent. Surely this was the first cigerette of the journey? She took a deep drag from it, the nicotine calming her nerves. Faint memories of hers and others from a time about five minutes into the past, more dream-like than real. Lucrece wondered if she had fallen asleep, as the smoky town of Harkstead was pulled into view, all too soon...

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the Horse, Approaching Harkstead.

Jacqueline was braced against her horse, providing little shelter against the wind pounding at her face. It was exhilarating, it reminded her of the numerous times she had run atop the roofs of London evading the lumbering police force. The air smelt like salt and she could see the sea, it was nothing she had ever smelt before, it was refreshing nothing like the stench of the slums.

The train to Harkstead was catching up with her, she heard the the unmistakable clackety-clack, clackety-clack of the wheels and saw it peeking around a bend in the tracks. Strangely there were no signs of disturbance, the big burly man wasn't on the roof, nor was the red headed Irishman. Maybe they apprehended him in the end?

It wasn't time to dwell on such things though, she would ask them once they arrived at the station. She pressed her horse on, hoping she would beat the train.