It is dusk. Over buy Hector's favorite weeping Angel monument, he has set out a blacket with a picnic. There is plenty of food if people turn up. Right now he has out his acoustic guitar and is playing the song he's been tryinng to right for weeks. It's still a little rough, but the melodic bones are good. It is a calm sort of upbeat and there is something in the way he finger plucks the cords that suggests the ripple of wavelets hitting sand. It's not quite there yet and of course there are no words, but there is feeling in it and the chorus sounds like it's gong to be catchy nce it has lyrics to sing along with. He is smiling gently in cash's genera direction, though most of his attention is on his fingers.
Jade follows the music until he finds Hector. He's in black jeans, a Sisters of Mercy shirt, and he's wearing eyeliner. He might be dolling himself up for Spear. Maybe! His expression is hopeful til he fails to see Spear. Then he puts on a casual facade and comes over to the weeping angel. "Hey, losers," he says. "Stop making goo-goo eyes at each other. You're going to make me barf." Then he sits himself down at their picnic. He tosses a little baggie with a pair of joints on the blanket. "Hi."
Cash is lying on his back, knees up, watching Hector. His eyes aren't gooey at all. It's a serious brow furrow. His entire expression is 'You are doing it wrong.' but he's not saying it. He is staring it. His own guitar is nearby, still in the case and he looks like he's just itching to open it. When Jade appears, he startles out of his expression and sits up. "Hey! Hi." He looks at the baggie and then up at Hector. "Am I allowed to smoke weed? I'm not completely clear on the drug thing." He's in his usual multiple grudge kid layers. "I went to the orthodontist today. Can I smoke for my fucking toothache? Teeth ache? Is that a term?"
Hector is in his Pansy division shirt, with his favorite earings, the purple patched black jeans, and the inevitable class ring with it's black chip." He eyes the baggie, still playing, "Silver said the ones you gave her help a little, so thanks for that, Man, and we're all settled in at our new digs. You've been a better friend than I deserve, I know that."
Hector's lips curl up, "Cash, you are totally allowed to help. I like collaborating. Make suggestions, it won't hurt my ego." He nods, "I think weed is fine to take the edge off the craving, but no way are we letting Vivian know we smoke, so we need to becareful not to come in smelling like we live in a bong."
The evening breeze picks up a bit - it can get remarkably windy in Havasu, especially in Winter and Spring.
"Don't mention it," Jade says. "I'm glad it's helping Sil out." With a glance to Cash, he adds, "Drugs are all right if you know what you're doing. A little weed won't hurt anything." He reaches for the baggie, then looks up as the wind starts to blow. "Motherfucker," he says. "Okay, Hector, you gotta be my windbreaker." He takes one of the joints out and lights it, trying to turn his back to the breeze so it won't blow his lighter out. It takes a few tries, but he's lived here all his life and has lit joints in all sorts of weather. Soon enough, there's a waft of marijuana smoke on that breeze. He takes a hit and offers it to Cash. "So is Spear coming out tonight, or...?"
Cash takes the joint, shielding it from the wind. "Spear? I dunno. Maybe later? If he got hit with half the homework I did he'll be late." He takes a hit like a champ, coughing a few times before passing it to Hector. "You are doing fine! I like the song." Cash says with wide eyes, nodding a little. "But...if I can suggest something..." And he starts to list off changes. A lot. How long has he been keeping this mental list?
In the distance comes the sound of motorcycle engines, several of them, but it's hard to pinpoint a direction.
Hector stops playing and holds his guitar at an angle intended to prortect fragile flame. "At this point I'm all for anything that can make this a little easier for her... I don't know. I hope so. I left them a note saying night picnic in the cemetary. I may have mentioned we invited you." He watches Jade's face surrupticiously to guage reaction." He sets down the guitar so he can properly enjoy his hit, holding it in like a champ before passing it back to Jade. Thanks man." He puts a rock on his notebook to hold it open while he makes some notes. He asks very casually, "Do you guys know Sean much?"
His head snaps up at the sound of the engine. Carefully, he sets down the pencil, "Guys? Grab the weed and guitars. Fuck the rest!"
Jade eyes Cash as he lists off all the changes he'd make. He glances at Hector, then back at Cash, then back again. The mention of Spear gets a stupid grin from him. He takes the joint back and says, "I'm in theater with him. He's pretty cool." He's about to take another hit off the joint when he hears the motorcycles. "Fuck," he says. He snatches the other joint, shoving the baggie in his pocket, and he pinches out the one he's holding. He doesn't even say his good-byes, he just bolts toward the mausoleaum he usually hangs out by. It's a place to hide while he figures out what direction the bikers are coming from.
Cash is a little slow on this one. Jade is in flight before he realizes why and then the poor kid just turns white as sheet. But he doesn't move. He's terrified, frozen in fear. He closes his eyes and listens. Maybe they are passing through. Just passing through. Yep.
It almost sounds like they're all around, circling. Swarming. They're getting closer, and as they do another thing can be heard.
Hector starts to grab his gear, but seeing cash frozen, he grabs his hand and starts tugging. He hisses "Run, Love. Please? Just run with me. They're getting closer!"
They're coming from all over. That's fantastic. Jade curses himself silently. Did he not promise Thea he would not hang out with Hector and Cash in dark, remote places? The cemetery wasn't supposed to count! He keeps quiet, and he keeps looking around. Where's Spear's house from here? He knows this. He's traveled back and forth dozens of times. He starts in that direction, trying to keep out of sight. If he gets enough distance from the others, he can claim that was his destination all along. Sorry Hector, sorry Cash. He just got a boyfriend. He has so much to live for!
ROLL: Jade rolls finesse+1 for: : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) : x1 -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 3 2 3 2 5 -- d6)
"Run where?! It's everywhere!" Cash exclaims. The pull on his hand has him getting to his feet and grabbing his own gear. The laughter stops him cold. "That's from my nightmares! That laughing!" Now, he's ready to run. But where does a tall, red and purple haired, vampire blood drinking teenager hide at a time like this?
Hector hisses "Back towards the house." Guitar in one hand and cash's in the other he pelts hell for leather towards the lights of the funeral home, tugging or even dragging Cash if necessar, Star's warnings forgottn in his half panic and Cash's state, "hurry, please. Don't let the Nightmare lady catc us, okay?"
Headlights flash and flare, blinding and disorienting in the darkened cemetary. The laughter is as loud as the roar of the engines. Cash stands just in time for a motorcycle to launch straight over him, spinning back tire headed right at his face.
ROLL: Cash rolls finesse for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 6 1 8 7 -- d8)
ROLL: Cash rolls finesse for: : x1 : x3 (Set) -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 6 8 8 8 -- d8)
Jade takes off, and he's not a very strong fellow, but he's fast, and then he's gone. This isn't his fight.
SCENE: Camera One has reset everyone's Survival Points.
SCENE: Camera One has reset everyone's Survival Points.
The Matrix may be still five years away, but Cash dips and manages to dodge that tire like he just learned Kung Fu. He's even graceful enough to not fall in the process and continue his mad scramble to safety, fueled by adrenaline at this point.
Hector gives out a loud, surprisingly girlish scream, with vocal cords trained to project as that wheel nearly takes his lover's head. There is no point in stealth now. He holds on to Cas's hand hard enough to bruise and keeps trying to run, fast as his legs will carry him.
Motorcycles and howling laughter everywhere, following them, chasing them. A chain swings out at Hector's face, another at Cash's legs.
ROLL: Hector rolls Finesse for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 5 8 8 6 -- d8)
ROLL: Cash rolls finesse for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 4 2 6 5 -- d8)
[SPEND] Cash has spent 1 GP for reason: Extra die
ROLL: Cash rolls 1d8 for: : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 1 -- d8)
[SPEND] Cash has spent 3 GP for reason: Reroll
ROLL: Cash rolls finesse for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 6 1 8 6 -- d8)
SCENE Camera One has modified Cash's SP by 1 bring them to a total of 2.
SCENE Camera One has modified Hector's SP by 1 bring them to a total of 2.
Cash is nearly in a blind panic, thinking at the most basic level. Flee, dodge even if these creatures are quicker than he is. He jumpropes the chain, just barely.
Hector screeches again and ducks sideways as the chain slashes towards his face. He starts muttering hail mary's just in case there really is a God after all.
The edge of the cemetary and the funeral home can be seen about fifty yards ahead. If they can just keep going, they might get away.
Ahead of them, out of the sky lowers Fran, floating in the air with her skirts fluttering and hair blowing wild and free. She descends in front of them, one hand holding out the head of Vivian Hellenbrand. No sign of the rest of her.
ROLL: Hector rolls Spirit+1 for: : x3 (Set) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 1 3 1 2 1 -- d6)
ROLL: Cash rolls spirit for: : x1 : x3 (Set) -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 4 6 6 6 -- d6)
This is now Cash's turn to scream and he shrieks like he's dying but he holds enough of it together to only pause for a beat before turning to go past Fran.
It takes a moment for the full horror of what Hector's seeing to sink in. He blinks, grasps the implications, and growls to Cash, "Keep running. Don't let you dare give up." He screams, "Fuck you, Bitch!" and keeps running, trying to steer them so he's between Fran and the red head.
Fran cackles with laughter as they run past her, the motorcycles pulling up short. "You talk too much, Cash Freeland!" she calls after him. "Wherever you go, we'll find you! And we'll tear to pieces everyone you love and care about!"
The pursuit has ended as they let the two boys go.