End Day 6...
To tired - really need to get to work on these. Threaten me more GH.
[In the words of a certain Dread Pirate, as you wish - GH]
"I'll call it"
A sigh collapses across the card table as the men opposite of Renard Black seem to become even more disgruntled, if that were possible. "Why do you always call it on diamonds? I mean, c'mon man!" both cry out. Renard simply shrugs, obviously enjoying the moment. "Your overreacting, just play the cards as they are dealt."
"Yea, we've been hearing that all night long - and all night long you've been taking our money left and right. If I didn't know better..." Renard immediately looked up, and nocked his cigar into the corner of his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he replied, "And if you did know better? Are you accusing me of cheating? I find that notion offensive..."
One of the other players stepped in, adding his voice to the pile, "Well, if your not cheating, your the damnedest lucky man I've ever known. You haven't lost a hand that you haven't thrown." Renard sensed all eyes were on him, and he knew he was in tight pinch. Silence pervaded the room as the others around the card table got up, and all Renard could do was drink from his glass of bourbon.
"Cheers - to warm feelings and heartfelt friendships."
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"Oh, for goodness sake, it was self defense! Why am I in here, when they are out there!?", Renard cried from behind his prison cells bars. He rubbed his sore shoulder, and looked about with his one good eye at his surroundings, shuddering and immediately deciding death would be preferable.
Licking his fingers clean of his ham sandwich, the deputy officer leaned back in his plush leather chair, and laughed. "Because we also had a report from a hooker down on 7th avenue that she has attended to your 'needs' several times over the past few nights. And that we got evidence to support those gentleman's claims that you were cheating in that fine gambling establishment."
Renard looked on with incredulity. "You are going to believe a overdressed two-bit whore who just wanted to get out of prison for a day? What kind of town is this?!" The deputy looked over at Renard with complete disinterest and remiss, apparently more concerned with whatever was printed upon his year old magazine.
Sighing to himself, Renard decided he might as well try it. Clearing his throat, Renard spoke in a soothing, hypnotic tone. "Good sir, would you please kindly hand me the keys to my cell? I would pay you most handsomely, and help you with your issues between you and your boss, as you seem to be a swell fellow who cares about the common guy, like me."
Normally, the deputy would have started laughing at such a ridiculous plea, but instead his eyes glazed over and he could only mumble to himself as his body started to get up and get the keys. Renard sighed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as the deputy stumbled his way over to Renard. The deputy was within five feet, Renard's arm outstretched grasping for the keys, when the sheriff entered.
A moment of awkward silence followed as the deputy, his eyes sightless and his face numb and drooling, looked at the sheriff, and then Renard's grip was broken, the deputies fears at losing his job overcoming Renard's hold. The deputy shook his head, his mind coming back, and an accusatory look coming over his face. "You, your one of the psychics! Sheriff, he took over my mind, honest! I couldn't do but naught what he told me to!"
The sheriff nodded. "I saw, looks like we got us a nice catch here. Lovell will be happy, I know that." All Renard could do was despair, and made his despair rather vocal by cursing every god from every pantheon he had knowledge of.
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"They say they have a psychic? Wonderful news, Sam, please, go with my men and claim him." Lovell sat back and sipped ona bit of gin before turning back to attend to his prepared lecture for the crowd that day, modifying some lines to have a more fatherly and uplifting tone, while still stressing the need to "Give me what I want, and I'll go away" parts.
Gasmask simply nodded, his mask haven been pilfered from him the night earlier, but even now his face was hard to discern - it was as if sunlight itself avoided his features, casting him in shadow now. He motioned to two guards nearby with a wave of his palm, and they followed, robotically, obediently.
Just as Gasmask exited, Lovell called out one last command. "Oh, and tell the sleeper to wake. He's spent far to long in bed and if he stays in it any longer he will find himself over tired." Gasmask made no sign that he had heard or acknowledged, except for having stopped until Lovell had finished, and then resume walking.
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Renard had been in sticky situations beforehand, stickier ones then this. Yet, somehow, he just couldn't see himself getting away from a huge mob of armed villagers who had bound and gagged him, while they were marching and chanting on their way to Lovell's mansion. "Standard fare I suppose - could be worse, I could be stuck like a pig for a roast," thought Renard.
Renard looked about him, and gave up for the hundredth time when he realized he was in the mass of the mob,m and resigned himself to simply listening."This chanting sure is annoying though - not one of them could carry a tune if it was the skin on their back. Tone deaf imbeciles." He soon decided that listening as he was now was not good for his health, and tried with commendable effort to tune it out.
After an undefined time, he was rudely awoken when his face contacted with the steps of Lovell's mansion. Looking up, Renard stared into the concerned eyes of Lovell. For a moment they held each others gaze, until Lovell broke it to look up and ask the crowd.
"Who is this? Who have you brought me?"
"A psychic! One who can hold sway over a mans mind!", the crowd chanted back.
Lovell looked down at Renard, and his face turned to disgust, and Renard hung his head, understanding what was to follow. Lovell raised his arms to silence the crowd, and as he did so, a man in a bowler hat and brown overcoat came limping forward, struggling heavy on his cane. The crowd gave him a wide berth as he tumbled forward towards Lovell. However, just before he hit the ground, the man in the overcoat did a quick somersault, shedding his disguise and standing fully erect in his white fedora and suit, his cane twirling in his hand in a display of show.
Leaning close into Lovell, he pulled out a pair of reading glasses from inside his coat, tipped his hat up, and pulled a piece of paper from nowhere, from which he began to read.
"Have you missed me? I have some advice for you:
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather."
He took a quick bow, both to Lovell and the crowd, who responded by clapping enthusiastically. Cries, gasps, and screams ran through the crowd as the source of the applause was revealed - amongst those living, where those long dead, their bodies in various states of decay, all frsh from having drug themselves up from their graves.
Tipping his hat to Lovell, Nyxius snapped his fingers, and the ghouls began to form up, as if to attack, hunger in their faces. "If you do not mind, I will be taking this man for my own collection. I am sure you won't disagree." Nyxius laughed a evilly, and immediately, the undead began to breakout into song and dance, with Nyxius taking lead.
The crowd, startled, screamed and panicked, scattering as Nyxius lifted Renard, now screaming and panicking himself desperately trying to cry for help, effortlessly and tossed him to the ghouls, who lifted him up in the air, and to the beat of their tune, carted him off, Nyxius himself being lifted up as if a King, waving his hat jovially at the terrified citizens as they marched their way to the cemetery.
Lovell and Gasmask simply stood in shock, totally in awe of the performance, and in the suddenness of it. Lovell turned to go back in side as Gasmask continued to watch, muttering about needing something stronger to drink.
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After the the lynch debacle, the town soon realized that the owner of their largest grocery store had disappeared. The mystery as to where he had disappeared to was soon revealed - the cemetery - for his screams as he was devoured alive were quite distinct.
Sasaki Kojiro, aka Renard Black, has been lynched, and AVSM, aka Grocery Store Owner, has been eaten alive (WoGGeD)
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