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

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the train headed for Harkstead

"Mme. Leblanc," Lurcece said, extending the un-gloved hand, "I wonder what brings someone like you to Harkstead..."

Leblanc was obviously in no rush to let Jacqueline pass, she had extended her hand for a handshake and looked strangely expectant, like she would learn something from it. Seeing no harm in it though Jacqueline shook her hand.

"Work" She said hastily and brushed passed to finally reach the luggage compartment.

The compartment was full of boxes upon boxes. Delicately inscribed chests and small duffel bags. She had heard that you could tell a man's wealth from the clothes he wore, if so, you could do the same by inspecting what he carried his luggage in. There was a huge stack of furs and a collection of stuffed animals near the back, they either belonged to a hunter who was trying to sell his wears in Harkstead, or a fan of taxidermy.

It would be best if she waited until later to have a look for any valuables, that persistent French woman might come looking for her, she hadn't been caught by the police so far and she wouldn't be caught by a nosy aristocrat. She sat down against the comfy furs and waited .

 

[Raynoson]

On the Train Bound for Harkstead, Luggage Car...

"Oy!, you can't be back here." A gruff Irishman with telltale red hair and pale complexion. In one hand was a hammer, plain and simple , it stated "I'm a hammer, used to hammer things."

"If you got something back here you need to check, just go ask the conductor first." His clothes were working class, and he had been hiding in the shadows behind a crate.

"You better be gone once I'm done checking the luggage." He stated simply, turning around and muttering, he tapped a trunk with the hammer and looked to be examining the lock.
----
The doors from car to car were rickety sliding contraptions with small windows, wood and metal frames. The noise they made was barely noticeable above the din from the outside.

Moving from car to car was no easy matter, and one slip for someone not physically versed would mean they'd end up as paste.

Passenger Car...

The conductor had finished the conversation with the old man and was smiling as they shared some small joke. Looking at the passengers and seeing Jacqueline missing, and looking towards Leblanc. Walking quickly,
"Pardon me ma'am, did a passenger move to the car behind you? That door should be locked..." His tone was polite and cordial.

 

[madox ford]

Beakon on train

After an awkward pause that lasted for what felt like days, Dr Beakon retracted his outstretched arm, and instead returned to his paper. Finding nothing more to engage him he placed it on the chair next to him and moved to vacate the seat opposite the surly and uncooperative gentleman he found himself forced with.
Standing in the isle he turned to a perturbed looking woman. 5 foot 4, blonde hair, very attractive. He looked at her and asked in an inquisitive but compassionate manor.

"Something about travelling on the train appears to make people impolite, and short tempered, perhaps the lack of leg room. Pleasure to meet you mademoiselle. I?m Doctor Beakon."

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Passenger Car

'Jack' walked past without a hitch, all Lucrece wanted was some indirect answers to the questions in her head, after. She looked at the cigerette holder for a moment, finding the cigarette at end reduced to stub and Lucrece discreetly disposed of it on the train floor, as she let the memories sinks in.

Tearing off a gown, running in the rooftops, hoping that guard didn't notice you, picking locks...​

So this 'he' was in fact a 'she'! That would explain the odd appearance and the odd voice. Smiling to herself, she only had just noticed the conductor was walking up to her. Lucrece froze for a second, thinking her little disposal had been noticed. Fretting, she brushed down her dress [http://joechip.net/liana/uploads/historical-1800s-5.jpg], a habit of hers in nervous bouts like these. But that didn't changed the fact that the conductor was coming, in fact he was right in front of Lucrece now.

"Pardon me ma'am, did a passenger move to the car behind you? That door should be locked..."

She breathed a sigh of relief, this was just about a silly old door, not littering on a train. Lucrece straightened herself out and answered, her first thoughts leaning towards this mishap of a mistake of the staff onboard.

"Oui. But I know nothing of whether the door was locked or not," She said, "Sorry, I was lost in thought."

Nevertheless, her old anxieties caught up with her, that woman was defiantly a criminal of some kind and Lucrece didn't want her going through her luggage. All those dress and all that jewellery! Not to mention she didn't want to stuck in her current dress. She though the colours, even faded, was too bright and gaudy. Lucrece sighed, whatever the faults, this dress gave the impression of the sweet innocent French noble and that was what she needed. A friendly face, perhaps the only man here under forty, called out to her in a British accent.

"Something about travelling on the train appears to make people impolite, and short tempered, perhaps the lack of leg room. Pleasure to meet you mademoiselle. I'm Doctor Beakon."

She smiled at the gentleman and took the opportunity to sit in the empty seat next to him, freeing up the aisle. She extended her naked hand in a handshake and introduced herself.

"Oui, Doctor. In America, people come and go all the time, so they cram us in here like cattle, no?" She said while offered the kind Doctor her hand, "You must forgive me, I would courtsey but it appears the aisle needs to be free at this moment."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the train headed for Harkstead, Luggage car

A red heeded man jumped out from behind one of the crates starling Jacqueline and started yelling at her. He looked worse for wear, weather-beaten and gruff. His clothes didn't help his appearance, they looked shabby and forlorn, old working class clothes and in his hand was a mean looking hammer.

"Oy!, you can't be back here. I'm a hammer, used to hammer things. If you got something back here you need to check, just go ask the conductor first. You better be gone once I'm done checking the luggage." He said and turned around.

It looked like he was examining the locks with his hammer, knocking on every few he passed. Jacqueline didn't want to head back into the passenger car just yet, the passage from car to car was perilous, once false move you would be turned to paste under the wheels of the train. She hadn't found anything interesting yet either.

"I'll be on my way then Mr. Hammer"

She slid open the door and closed it again. When she was sure that his back was turned she found a space between two large chests and hid between them. She concentrated for a moment and vanished.

 

[madox ford]

Docotr Beakon on the train

The doctor reached for her hand and took it giving her a firm handshake.



"Not to worry mademoiselle. It?s a pleasure to meet you, although a name would go well to fit so fine a face as yours."

 

[Shadowstar38]

Warren. Passenger Car.

Warren opened his eyes and twisted around in his seat, taking in everyone in the car. There seemed to be far to much going on for him to catch any sleep. He may as well do something to help pass the time.

He noticed that the man to his right had been asking several of the passengers questions about their destination. He seemed like a good fellow to strike up conversation with.

"Excuse me Mister...Morison was it? But why do you have such an intense interest in this little town we're heading to?"

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Passenger Car

The handshake was tight and firm, all the better for her power. Nevertheless, Lucrece quickly broke the handshake in concealed shock, the images were so raw:

A large tent, screaming, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air, distant sound of gunfire, blood, so much blood.​

This was the downside of her power, seeing memories like this one. This was why she had to leave France, Lucrece had seen too much, knew too much and the aristocrats of France didn't like that. For all the friendliness that smile contained, Doctor Beakon had seen much and had possibly killed. She regained her composure and replied to the Doctor.

"Not to worry mademoiselle. It's a pleasure to meet you, although a name would go well to fit so fine a face as yours."

"I must apologise again, for not introducing myself," She said, "I am Mme. Leblanc, though you may call me Lucrece if it pleases you."

 

[madox ford]

Dr Beakon on the train

The doctor noticed a look of concern flit across the woman?s face but decided not to mention it.

"I must apologise again, for not introducing myself," She said, "I am Mme. Leblanc, though you may call me Lucrece if it pleases you."


"No need to apologise. So Mme Leblanc what brings you to this cheery part of the world? He asked. "Not the conversation I don't doubt."

 

[Raynoson]

Train Bound for Harkstead Passenger Car...

The Conductor nodded thanks and moved past Lucrece, with a simple pardon me, and excuse me towards her and the Beakon.
Going to the door he opened it, closed it, stumbled, and went in to the luggage.

... Luggage Car...

The Conductor walked inside, failing to notice the camouflaged Jacqueline, walking down the aisle and peering side to side for any evidence of someone. He also failed to notice the man hiding behind a tall crate who bashed between the shoulder blades.

As the conductor cried out as he fell, immediately set upon again by another smack to the head, and fell silent. Whether he was dead or alive, no one nearby could tell, what was clear though was the fact there was no visible blood oddly enough.

The Sound of the man dropping the hammer followed by the dragging of the body, the man barely grunted with the effort of the dead weight. Very strong, yet clearly in control, he waited for a few moments for the train to pass through shadows of tall trees and tossed the body out, making sure that it hit the other door, and leaving the previous ajar.

Not a soul saw it, excluding one. As the large irish man quickly hurried away, and out the other luggage door, leading only to logs, coal, and other goods.

...Passenger Car.

A audible thump went through the back of the car, and the door shook a bit more in its frame.

 

[SkullKing84]

John- Harkstead-bound Train, Passenger Car

"Pardon me ma'am, did a passenger move to the car behind you? That door should be locked..."

John over hearing this stops his imaginary symphony. Opening his eyes to see the conductor talking to the most beautiful woman he has seen. Star struck for a few seconds.

"Oui. But I know nothing of whether the door was locked or not," She said, "Sorry, I was lost in thought."

Women never really ever paid interest in him. Even the prostitutes that worked the docks were off put by his face. Only when he won in the fights did women pay attention,because mainly he won them money. Maybe Harkstead women will different, maybe this French flower is different... or not.

With a sigh he shifted his girth to stand and paused as the woman started talking to another passenger. Feeling like a fool just standing around... Then he thought he heard a THUMP from where the Conductor went.

"Huh?"

Slowly making his way to the luggage cart with curiosity guiding him. Not seeing much of anything...

" Hello? Mr.Conductor? "

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Passenger Car

She had recovered from the memory flashes of slaughter only to be jolted by an audible thump that interrupted the conversation and made Lucrece opinion of the train company take a sharp sour turn. It was bad enough that the seats were only bear benches and the train was clearly held together by the natural forces and a single screw. The thump clearly had disrupted the other passengers as well, with one big bull of man shrugging off the loud sound like a weak blow. She brushed her face gentle and after all when back to normal, continued the conversation, hoping to divert so that the kind Doctor would explain where he had experienced so much bloodshed.

"No need to apologise. So Mme Leblanc what brings you to this cheery part of the world?" He asked. "Not the conversation I don't doubt."

"To see this New World my father fought for, Doctor." she said, half-feigning sincerity. "He died in the Revolutionary War so I never got to know him."

 

[drmigit2]

Richard Morrison on the train

"Excuse me Mister...Morison was it? But why do you have such an intense interest in this little town we're heading to?"

A new person had started talking, someone a bit more sociable apparently and Richard could appreciate it. He supposed enlightening one man would not do anyone harm. Besides, the guy across from him had more sticks up his ass than his boss.

"Well, I have come in interest of certain...events that have supposedly transpired in the city. I honestly don't know much about them other than they have happened and as a Private Detective, it grabbed hold on my interest. I was hoping someone would know something about Harkstead, though it seems I will simply have to interrogate a few city dwellers. Unless of course, you would happen to know anything in regards to my case?"

 

[madox ford]

Beakon on the train

Docotor Beakon though that he heard a sound from behind him but dismissed it as little more than the groaning of aged carriage on its last leg. He returned his attention to his attractive companion. His fingers drummed on the table, eager for a cigarette. He thought he could just about smell them on Mme Leblanc. Her reply interrupted his trail of thought. He descided it was probbably better not to dedicate too much of his time on thoughts of that nature.

"To see this New World my father fought for, Doctor." "He died in the Revolutionary War so I never got to know him."

"I am terribly sorry for your loss mademoiselle. War is a truly horrible thing."
The doctor tried, and failed, to not think of the specifics.

 

[Shadowstar38]

Warren. Passenger Car.

"Well, I have come in interest of certain...events that have supposedly transpired in the city. I honestly don't know much about them other than they have happened and as a Private Detective, it grabbed hold on my interest. I was hoping someone would know something about Harkstead, though it seems I will simply have to interrogate a few city dwellers. Unless of course, you would happen to know anything in regards to my case?"

Warren leaned forward and gave Morrison his full attention as he spoke. These "strange events" were just vague enough to make him want to know more. After Morison was done, Warren put his hand to his chin and considered everything he had heard before deciding on the particular town he was heading towards.

"I merely know the bare basics of the town's goings on. Mainly, it's been taking as many workers it can get it's hands on. Miners mostly. I'm afraid I dont have any information that may go deeper. However, if you ever find yourself in need of an interrogator on your investigation, don't hesitate to ask for my aid"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the train headed for Harkstead, Luggage car

The Conductor walked nonchalantly into the luggage car. She guessed that he must be looking for her and she was obviously not supposed to be here judging from the reaction the Irishman had when he saw her. The Conductor was peering between the crates and chests looking for any evidence she had left, he walked past where she was hiding oblivious that she was right in front of him.

The Irishman leapt out and bashed The Conductor between the shoulder blades, he had obviously not seen him coming and cried out in anguish and surprise falling to the floor. Before he could rise the Irishman smacked his head with the hammer, with a loud crack The Conductor fell silent. Oddly there was no blood, maybe he was just stunned by the blow? That was impossible though, Jacqueline had seen men bleed in bar fight, and the head would bleed the most, any hammer would be able to break the skin. The Irishman then dragged The Conductor's limp body to the door and chucked him out then left the car. With a thump any evidence of what had happened was gone.

"Hello? Mr.Conductor?"

The Mozart playing brute had walked into the car, she watched one man die, silently hiding, doing nothing, she would watch another life being taken away. She rushed up to the man from her hiding place and wrapped her hands around his mouth.

"Do you like living?" The shock of seeing The Conductor brutalised like that made her forget about lowing her voice, she spoke in tone of a young upper class woman, "Then stay quiet" And waited for the Brute's response.

 

[SkullKing84]

John- Luggage area on Train

Out from nowhere the feminine man lunged at John. Placing his/her hands over John's mouth.
"Do you like living?..Then stay quiet" A woman's voice squeaks out.

"You mugging me?" he chuckles in a stone scrapping way.

John has never been one to get surprised over someone trying to mug him. In fact living on the docks it was almost a daily occurrence. But, it was a daily occurrence for him to break people. Either would be bandits, or fighters.

Softly with a dead pan face, "I'll give you a chance to breathe, rethink, and tell me where the conductor is."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the train headed for Harkstead, Luggage car

"You mugging me? I'll give you a chance to breathe, rethink, and tell me where the conductor is."

Realising that rushing out of her hiding place and placing her hands over the large man's mouth and then asking him weather or not he liked living, did look a bit suspect. She took her hands off the man's face and started pacing frantically up and down the aisle.

"No I'm not try to mug you, only a fool would do that" She said in a hushed voice "And the Conductor? I don't know, some parts of him would be on the train wheels, some on the train tracks and the rest splattered over the countryside.

 

[SkullKing84]

John-On the train headed for Harkstead, Luggage car


"No I'm not try to mug you, only a fool would do that" "And the Conductor? I don't know, some parts of him would be on the train wheels, some on the train tracks and the rest splattered over the countryside.

Seeing her panic and pacing, he knew what ever happened here wasn't her doing. But he can't let whoever just walk either. Kneeling down, gently placing one meaty paw on her shoulder and staring her straight into the eyes.

"I will protect you. Now, who did this?" And where did they go?"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the train headed for Harkstead, Luggage car

The brute knelt down and paced one of his large hands on her shoulder and looked her right in her eye.

"I will protect you. Now, who did this?" And where did they go?"

She brushed his hand off her shoulder quickly "I don't need protecting, I can look after myself just fine." She paused for a moment to remember what had exactly happened, "He went through the door at the other end of this car, he has red heir. Just watch out. There was something wrong with him. He thinks he's a hammer. There wasn't any blood when he hit the Conductors head in either."