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

[Raynoson]

Train Bound for Harkstead, on top of the Train, Luggage/Passenger

As the doctor moved with surprising speed and began to look a bit monstrous, anyone looking at him from behind would barely notice, that is unless they had an Eye for him (Donal can see changes happening, not specifics).

Mr.Hammer (Not his official name), looked behind him, his hammer still clutched in his hand and sneered as the Doctor and his odd shift. Still ignoring his words and personally finding it odd in general, Mr.H looked back to what was in front of him.

(The Train cars are a bit longer then you'd think by the way.)

The train was still slowing down, and soon it'd come to a point where anyone could safely jump off.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the train headed for Harkstead, Luggage car

The nosy aristocrat finally released Jacqueline from her grip, she backed away breathing a sigh of relief. However when she glanced back at the aristocrat, the feeling of relief quickly drained out of her. She saw a smug smile spread over the aristocrat's face; did she know about her secret?

The commotion on the roof of the car distracted Jacqueline, her present qualms forgotten for now, she wondered what was going on above her. Curiosity got the better of her and she moved over to windows, looking for one she could open. She found one quickly and yanked it open, the window pane screeching as it slid down. The wind gushed in freely an knocked her hat off, she chose to ignore and hoisted herself out of the window.

Poking her head above the roof of the car, she saw a figure looming in the distance. It ran quickly towards 'Mr. Hammer' who was at the opposite end, as it got closer it looked less like a human being and more like a twisted contortion of what used to be a man. The event on the train were getting odder by the minute, first a man with wounds that should have bled but didn't and now this.

"Sir" He called out again "I must demand that you halt"

The voice was from one of the passengers she had shared a car with, but she couldn't place who it was from.

 

[SkullKing84]

John-Train Bound for Harkstead, on top of the Train, Luggage

John being more strength then agile, ended up punching holes into the side of the luggage car as he climbed. Slowing himself down more then he intended too. Once on top his massive size made the roof creek under every heavy thump of a foot step as he gave chase. The only thing John was hearing was the wind whipping his oversized ears. Thankfully his bowler cap was one size to small and didn't budge from his skull.

" HEY! HAMMER! YOU SCARED THIS ANVIL IS GONNA CRUSH YA!?"

Then realizing other passengers were on the roof...

Keep the game plan, Disarm, immobilize. These guys can certainly help bring this Hammer down. Thought John as ran putting effort in not destroying the roof.

 

[RaNDM G]

Donal - Luggage Roof

Donal leaps from the log car and grabs the edge of the luggage car's roof. He pulls himself up. He spots the killer, and the monster of a man standing behind him.

"I knew I should have grabbed my gun."

He hears several loud bangs, and John climbs up next to him.

"HEY! HAMMER! YOU SCARED THIS ANVIL IS GONNA CRUSH YA!?"

Donal gives him a disapproving look.

"Is t'at t'e best line you could come up wit'?"

 

[Raynoson]

The Train to Harkstead...

It was quite evident from the noise above, and the train slowing down enough so that it was at most 15 mph. Despite the running and jumping, Mr.Hammer still had a considerable distant against them all, the Doctor still managed to gain a slow lead, with Donal and John approaching at a decent rate.

Over the Passenger, and through the woods the train and people moved, until Mr.Hammer spun around on to the firm frame of the empty passenger car. Holding his hammer in his right, and having his left in a fist, he looked determined to fight.

With a Clear view he wasn't as big as John but he came close, and the train of the car provided enough space for him to swing, but the other three would be rather hampered.

 

[RaNDM G]

"So how are we going to make t'is work? He'll bottle us in if we can't get around him."

 

[Shadowstar38]

Warren. Passanger Car.

As Warren conversed with the detective, he noticed that the train was beginning to fall into disarray. He hadnt noticed the man or the conductor move to the luggage car in his half asleep state, so what followed caught him by surprise. He heard the thump in the luggage car, and remained in his seat as pianist went to investigate. He listened intently after the doctor and Frenchwoman followed, and heard something that chilled him to the bone.

"The Conductor was murdered!"

Warren moved out of his seat and peered through the door of the luggage car. The large man, the doctor, and the hunter were gone. He listened and waited as the remaining passangers got themselves together.

Oh, this is a fine mess we're in.

 

[willofbob]

REDACTED. Please pretend this post didn't happen.

 

[madox ford]

Dr Beakon passanger car roof

As Doctor Beakon sprinted down roof he heard a tremendous sound behind him. A rhythmic thump like a blacksmith forging a weapon. Turning around he saw a monster of a man, a mountain of flesh running after him. He recognised him as one of his fellow passengers from the train, and was relieved to have backup. He heard him shout but the noise was torn away by the wind and he couldn't make out any specifics.

Returning is attention to the man in front he slowed for a second to consider the situation. He had to prevent culprit from escaping, however he didn't want to kill him. The best solution that he could come up with was to pin him down and wait for his fellow passengers to give him a hand. He sped up again , putting his head down and pushing on even faster.

Upon reaching the Doctor noted his considerable size but carried on nevertheless. Bracing himself for impact he threw himself at the man's legs. Hoping to bring him to the ground.

 

[SkullKing84]

John-Train Bound for Harkstead, on top of the Train, Passenger car

"So how are we going to make t'is work? He'll bottle us in if we can't get around him."

The words rang true in his skull. When John was a kid he would always protect the smaller kids, especially from adults. Not much of a difference now to him either. Unusual psycho, two guys and his tough hide...

Then the adrenalin really kicked in as he noticed the Doc starting a lunge at The Hammer. NO! Shattered all other thoughts as his protective nature kicked him in his large ass. Putting strain into his thick treetrunk legs and leaving broken roof footprints (and some holes) in his wake as he ran faster. If his strides were a little smaller the roof might of cave in. Trying to place himself in the way of the Hammer's hammer by punching it... he just has to make it their in time, now.

Spoiler: OOC

Never thought i would be writing "the Hammer's hammer" O_O

 

[Raynoson]

<spoiler=This is getting Silly>It really is, still, the show must go on.

Train for Harkstead...
To Say either of their actions were wise would be like saying putting your head in to a Lions is entertaining. The novelty of it is amusing, but the reality of it is usually painful, then confusing.

Stomping forward John quite literary broke through the roof, one of his legs getting caught and scraping against it nastily. Mr.Hammer could only smile as the Doctor aimed to tackle him down, and in to his hammer, going with a down swing..

With a resounding sound of a thud the doctor was down, his neck slamming forward along with his head against the roof. Stepping on him Mr.Hammer made sure he wasn't going to be sliding off any time soon, and motioned rather rudely towards the other two to come get some.

What was odd still was there was no blood still, at least from the attack, the doctor still bled from his nose profusely.

(The Doctor is down and quite unconscious, sorry.)

<spoiler=OOC>

B. Scholar, Passenger Car
Snap

Your post is a tad confusing and personally I got very little of exactly what you are trying for.

The train at the moment is car, no booths, just a plain old car with benches. Most of the other passengers within the car (not mentioned because no one is really going to investigate mysterious thumps on a moving) are busy with the "None of my Business field" and don't want to get involved. They are mostly at the front of the car anyway, not to mention this train left in the EARLY morning.

A summary post of most of the events is in the OOC thread, (old sign up one), and if you have questions feel free to ask.

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Luggage Car

The bowler hat was knocked off Jacky's head as she opened the window and the wind roared through, creating quite the draught. She didn't seem to notice the absence of her hat, Lucrece decided that she was too engrossed with watching what was happening on the outside of the train. Lucrece studied the revealed face of Jacky - she couldn't be more that twenty and had innocent blue eyes. But, at the same time, they were cold and calculating. Jacky almost turned back to Lucrece, but Lucrece turned away as another series of bumps came from above.

"What is happening up there? Surely the man with the hammer isn't up there... If he is..." She thought, "J'en ai le frisson d'y penser..."

Brushing down her dress, she spotted the black bowler hat nested in the pile of furs. She went up to Jacky and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Monsieur, your hat." She said in a rather blunt fashion.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Jacqueline-On the train headed for Harkstead, Luggage car

"Monsieur, your hat." The aristocrat said in a rather blunt fashion.

Jacqueline had been too distracted by the spectacular events unfolding around her, she hadn't noticed her hat was missing. The French woman had probably had gotten a good look at her face, but that didn't matter now, what were the chances of bumping into her again in Harkstead? She grabbed her hat back and secured it back on her head.

"Thanks" She said gruffly

Things were going from bad to worse, for the other passengers. The brute had stepped through the car and the misshapen man had been knocked out by 'Mr.Hammer', the likelihood of him being taken down was vastly decreasing. If she ever had the good fortune to run into these people again they would probably call her a coward, but at least she had the sense to know that it was better to jump ship then be drowned along with it.

"Au revior" She said to the aristocrat in her normal voice, hoping to never see her again and jumped of the train.

 

[Raynoson]

Jacqueline-Near Rail way To Harkstead-???

Falling and rolling in the dirt amongst other things, rocks mostly, twigs, possible animal feces, none of this is good in general. No luggage from the luggage car (her own or otherwise), and very little to do in the woods. It looked to be a rather long walk to Harkstead on an empty stomach, and lacking the know how of a Hunter, or the lay of the land, perhaps leaving the train was not quite a good idea? Then again what is?

The Train cars still roll past slowing by the minute, and not to soon to jump back on if one wished, from a quick look there is a dirt road down the way from the scare forest, and only water and mountains lie across the tracks.

 

[RaNDM G]

Donal - Luggage Roof

Donal looks over the edge of the car. One of the girls had just jumped off the train. Perhaps he can get the other's attention?

He holds onto the edge of the car and hangs down the side. He raps on the window.

"Oi! Lass! Can you hand me t'at rifle?"

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Luggage Car

Lucrece looked over her shoulder, with all the action on the roof of the carriage, there was little to do but watch for the red-headed man. But, with the exception of luggage and Jacky, the carriage was empty. With nought to do, she fumbled through her purse, trying to find that little derringer that had saved her life once. Feeling the familiar sensation of the smooth wooden body and the cold metal of the firing mechanism, she clutched it tightly. Then she heard a woman's voice.

"Au revior"

Lucrece turned around yet again only to see Jacky clamber out of a wide open window with a measure of acrobatic skill only to jump off the train and leave her luggage behind. A small bag lay there meekly, towered over by Lucrece's own suitcase and many other cases belonging to the other passengers. She wondered what was inside. On closer inspection it stank of preserved meat and rations, packed with only concern for survival. A loud voice rang out from another window and interrupted Lucrece in her rummaging.

"Oi! Lass! Can you hand me t'at rifle?"

While shocked by the gruffness of the voice and its manner, only to find the owner with an appearance to match. She cursed under her breath and began searching the fur-covered end of the luggage carriage. She spotted a tomahawk and the .69 Whitney rifle gleaming in a corner illuminated by light from the window. One would think the tomahawk would make for a dramatic fight against the red-headed man with a hammer, but long-range weapons do have their advantages. She sighed and grabbed the rifle, along with some shot and powder, and handed it through the open window to the ruffian.

"Voilà," She said, giving him the weapon, "Shoot well."

 

[RaNDM G]

Donal - Luggage Roof

"T'ank ye lass!"

Donal swings back up to the roof. He cocks the hammer back and pours a measure of powder in the barrel.

"T'is will take some time! How are you boys holding up?"

 

[willofbob]

Bertram Scholar, Passenger Car/ Luggage Car

A loud banging on the roof jarred Bertram awake and knocked his monocle to the floor. The man himself followed, cursing and scrambling around, searching for his misplaced seeing-aid.
Eventually finding it, he managed to regain his composer just in time for another loud thump from above.
Ignoring it, he sat back down and made himself comfortable. A discarded magazine lay on the seat next to him (A Penny Dreadful, according to the title). Better than boredom, he supposed.
Before he could get very far, however, another lloud thump distracted him. And another. And another, and an... well, that was more a bang than a thump.
He threw the periodical down in a huff and marched down the car to investigate the source of whatever infernal racket could be heard above the train's engines. It wasn't until he opened the door between cars and caught a glimpse of the battle on the roof that he realised how quiet the engines were, and how slow the train was moving, but by then he was beyond caring.
The middle-aged heir burst through the door in time to see a young be-goggled woman hand a rifle out the window, up to one of the combatants.
"Begging your pardon, miss," he began, activating his power on the justification that at least one of the parties involved here were more than llikely to be criminal, "But would you mind informing me of what the devil is going on up there?"

Spoiler: OOC

once again, I must apologise for the clumsiness of my entrance. Being a latecomer I feel the need to catch up in a single post, no mean feet I assure you.

 

[Terratina.]

Lucrece Leblanc - Harkstead-bound Train, Luggage Car

The man with a face full of beard and voice full of an Irish accent took the rifle and the shot and powder. Lucrece could only hope that the murderer would be shot and killed, for she was stuck there in the carriage, her attire too bulky and restrictive for rooftop shenanigans. Lucrece wondered if she could even trust the buckskin-clad stranger. He disappeared before saying a simple thank you.

"T'ank ye lass!"

She had no chance to respond as he swung up to the roof. In the mist of all this, Lucrece didn't notice yet another middle-aged man approach her. His jowls rumbling as he huffed and puffed around the entrance to the luggage car. This was a man clearly not in a good man. Fearing hostile action, she reached into her purse for her derringer. As he burst through the door, he asked her a question and Lucrece felt oddly driven to answer it in full.

"Begging your pardon, miss," he began, "But would you mind informing me of what the devil is going on up there?"

"Oui, Bien Sûr!" She replied in French, then quickly switched to English, "The conductor has been murdered by a red-headed man with a hammer in this very carriage. As you can see, there was no blood. Strange, no? Three gentlemen are currently trying to subdue him. And that, as they say, is that, Monsieur...?"

Her voice trailed off as she fished for a name. But then again how important was a middle-aged gentlemen with bad scarring, yellow teeth and greying hair? He looked like he had spent a lifetime huffing, puffing and fussing. Lucrece wanted no part in that.

Spoiler: OOC

By the way, I do realise that the Escapist does support letters with accents, just can't be bother copy/pasting her name or the accented 'e' every time. Same goes for not typing dialect or accents. Just sayin'.

 

[willofbob]

B. Scholar, Luggage Car
"Scholar. Bertram Scholar, and no, you can't call me 'Bert.'" Said the perturbed gentleman, idly checking his watch. "Oh, bother!" he exclaimed upon seeing the time, "you wouldn't happen to know how to drive a train, would you? If I don't make it to Harkstead soon, there's sure to be a r--" Another loud thump interrupted him "Should we go help them?"