Could you do us a favour and set up the scene that Jess and Jon find? I don't know what I should write, and it seems revolverwolf has the same problem
Werewolves of Briarwatch
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If they had been expecting the house to be empty and quiet, Jess and Jon were very wrong. Police swarmed the whole area, and the house was cordoned off with police tape. Jess stopped doubtfully, but saw an officer and walked up to him.
"'Scuse me, sir," she said, "But what's happening here? Is it true that an animal got Coksey?"
Smoke filled his lungs as he got out of his car for the second time today, having bought another two packs of cigarettes from down the road before playing 20 questions with the store clerk, he had made his way over to the house where the attack had taken place, watching as people milled around, watching as the police moved around, before he managed to catch the attention of the officer he needed.
"Brians!"
He subtely slipped the officer a 100 dollar bill before the man continued talking, it was amazing how a piece of paper made someone want to talk so badly.
"Its pretty bad in there Alastair, blood, guts, you name it, I'm getting guys to shovel it, not only that but the kid wasnt out of his teens, that isnt a life."
Intruiged by the swarms of people running around them, Alastair leaned close to officer Tim Brians.
"How did he die Timmy?"
The officer coughed into his jacket to prevent anyone from seeing the copies of the file that he had made.
"Everythings in their Alastair, just one question how was your trip to the swamps?"
"Don't bleedin start."
"Brians!"
He subtely slipped the officer a 100 dollar bill before the man continued talking, it was amazing how a piece of paper made someone want to talk so badly.
"Its pretty bad in there Alastair, blood, guts, you name it, I'm getting guys to shovel it, not only that but the kid wasnt out of his teens, that isnt a life."
Intruiged by the swarms of people running around them, Alastair leaned close to officer Tim Brians.
"How did he die Timmy?"
The officer coughed into his jacket to prevent anyone from seeing the copies of the file that he had made.
"Everythings in their Alastair, just one question how was your trip to the swamps?"
"Don't bleedin start."
Marcus opened the Tylenol, and popped three into his mouth. He looked at Frank, "Those werewolves or whatever the Hell they are, you've heard about it by now I'm sure. Well two of 'em attacked me and Jonnie last night, we're all right though..." He popped another Tylenol into his mouth, "the bar's not though. The damned things destroyed. I did manage to shoot one of 'em in the shoulder though, I think it scared the thing more than anything, it did manage to draw blood though."
Richard was at his house, sleeping. He didn't get much sleep and was tired when he got home. He actually went to bed as soon as he went home. He had a dream about the werewolves, or whatever. He wasn't sure as he was alone in the town, and kept hearing howls and growls in the dark. He toss and turn. He woke up, sweating as he breath a big hard. He got up and went downstairs to get a drink of water, trying to claim down. "Damn..what was that about?" He ask himself as he sigh.
"Those werewolves or whatever the Hell they are, you've heard about it by now I'm sure. Well two of 'em attacked me and Jonnie last night, we're all right though..." Marcus paused to take another Tylenol, "the bar's not though. The damned things destroyed. I did manage to shoot one of 'em in the shoulder though, I think it scared the thing more than anything, it did manage to draw blood though."
Frank leaned back on his chair, hands still in pockets. "Damn, at least you two are alright though. When you hit rock bottom, that's all you can hope for, that those around you are alright." He looked out the window. "Shame about the bar though. Any idea how much it will cost to repair it?"
Frank leaned back on his chair, hands still in pockets. "Damn, at least you two are alright though. When you hit rock bottom, that's all you can hope for, that those around you are alright." He looked out the window. "Shame about the bar though. Any idea how much it will cost to repair it?"
Marcus sighed, "Well I'm having a guy come check it out later today, but I'm guessing it'll be somewhere in mid 30's. Things'll be tight around there that's for sure, but we'll manage we always do. But what about you Frank? I here we weren't the only ones who they attacked last night, they killed a damn teenager for God's sake, did you catch sight of 'em?"
Is it safe for me or Threewords to RP a response from the policeman or should we leave it to you?
Frank tilted his head back, whilst staying in his position otherwise, legs on floor and hands in pockets. "Hmm... Not really. Last night was just a standard night for me, a bit happier than normal if anything for no reason I can tell." He rolled his eyes back. "As usual, I went home after locking up, made some dinner, watched some TV and went to bed." He paused, hesitantly.
"Except... I did hear a noise outside at about 2am. I looked out my window but it was too dark to see anything, even under the streetlight when a blur shot round the corner and out of sight. Curious, I went outside, and ran into Jessica. She had no idea what was happening either. We talked for a little bit and then went our seperate ways, she going off to her house and me going into mine." He looked Marcus in the eyes. "Apart from that, nothing much."
"Except... I did hear a noise outside at about 2am. I looked out my window but it was too dark to see anything, even under the streetlight when a blur shot round the corner and out of sight. Curious, I went outside, and ran into Jessica. She had no idea what was happening either. We talked for a little bit and then went our seperate ways, she going off to her house and me going into mine." He looked Marcus in the eyes. "Apart from that, nothing much."
Now we can get back to this.
The man shook his head slightly, "We've got few ideas about the killer yet..."
Jon looked down into the ground, disheartened. So it is true. Cokesy was killed...
The officer continued regardless, "We're still figuring things out... The details are sketchy at best. But it does look like an animal of some sort. Whether it's a werewolf is still suspect."
"...May we see him?" Jon looked up slightly to ask the question. Why was it him and not me?
The policeman sighed, "With the state he's in, I don't think you would want to... I couldn't let you pass anyway."
Alastair had seen some nasty sights in his time, but looking through the file he had been given he had nearly refurnished his passenger side footwell.
"Christ, what happened to the poor lad..."
He shivered slightly as he saw more and more foresnsics personell come out of the small house, some of them greeting their breakfast as they did so, making him feel more and more angry as he thought about what he could and couldnt do.
Fumbling through his cars glove compartment, he foudn what he was looking for, a copy of Timmy Brians' police identification, albiet with some modifications, namely the name and picture.
Smiling as he lef the car, Alastair made his way around Timmy, who was talking to a couple of people outside of the yellow tape, and made his way to the front door, putting on his best american accent so he could get inside of the house.
"Christ, what happened to the poor lad..."
He shivered slightly as he saw more and more foresnsics personell come out of the small house, some of them greeting their breakfast as they did so, making him feel more and more angry as he thought about what he could and couldnt do.
Fumbling through his cars glove compartment, he foudn what he was looking for, a copy of Timmy Brians' police identification, albiet with some modifications, namely the name and picture.
Smiling as he lef the car, Alastair made his way around Timmy, who was talking to a couple of people outside of the yellow tape, and made his way to the front door, putting on his best american accent so he could get inside of the house.
It's not a bump. Any more posts? Seriously? Come on. We haven't even gotten through day one after the attack.
I'm waiting for Dragonrabbit to reply, as he's the person I'm in conversation with. Apart from that, I can't do much sadly to move it along.
Marcus shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out two dollar bills and placed them on the counter, "Mind grabbing me a pack of gum, Frank? Cinnamon if you've got it." He looked around the store, empty except for them, "Strange stuff going on around here, really strange. Have the police got any idea of who the wolves might be, do ya know?"
Sorry for my infrequent postings, got a new job last week so I've not had nearly as much free time recently. I should be able to post more often now though, as I'm settling into my new schedule.
Frank looked at the shelf, scanning it for gum. "Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinna- Ah, here it is." He reached for some gum with his right hand and placed it on the counter, before taking the two dollars and sticking it in the cashier.
"Strange stuff going on around here, really strange. Have the police got any idea of who the wolves might be, do ya know?" Marcus asked. Frank shrugged at the question.
"Don't know. Haven't heard anyting from the police other than they're wolves."
"Strange stuff going on around here, really strange. Have the police got any idea of who the wolves might be, do ya know?" Marcus asked. Frank shrugged at the question.
"Don't know. Haven't heard anyting from the police other than they're wolves."
Marcus picked up the gum, opened it, and placed a stick in his mouth. He sighed, "Damn... well maybe I should tell them I shot one of 'em, might help them find out who it is. They can check people's shoulders to see if they have a recent bullet wound."
He turned around and headed out the door, "I'll see you around Frank, but right now I have some stuff to handle." Marcus squinted as he entered the sun, it was bright outside. He turned down the street and headed towards the local police station, he had to help get the creatures of the streets for his safety, his son's safety, and for the safety of everyone else.
He turned around and headed out the door, "I'll see you around Frank, but right now I have some stuff to handle." Marcus squinted as he entered the sun, it was bright outside. He turned down the street and headed towards the local police station, he had to help get the creatures of the streets for his safety, his son's safety, and for the safety of everyone else.