Brad almost sagged with relief, remembered the crying woman in the car, and looked back at her. He gulped, out of reflex more than need, and bolted before she decided to blame him for anything. At least, he figured, he could probably get away with having done nothing in particular.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck I am such a screw up.
Cur takes his chances and bolts full speed 'en route to the rooftops.
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Cur: Roll Str+Athletics at -1 extended, Target 2. Then Dex+Athletics at -2. Then Str+Athletics at -1
The woman's still sat in her car, radio blaring as she tries the ignition again. The engine finally turns over.
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|Cur, noting that Bradley took off running first, focuses distinctly on the task at hand. To the roof.
One, up the fence. Calloused hands reach toward the lip of the top rail of the chainlink, feet tucked beneath him as his momentum swings him around and her perches on the top of the fence in one fluid motion.
Two, reach for the balcony. Muscled arms stretch as a literal explosive pullup jerks him up the lower rung of that railing and he slips contortioned between that rail and the floor.
Three, onto the roof. He hunches and braces for an explosive jump, nearly clearing the vertical required to reach the top of that fence. It doesn't matter though, with his tucked knees he was now crouched comfortably on the roof of the building.
Cur just sort of glares, glancing both at the car on the streets beneath him, and trying to sight Bradley after he focused intently on the task at hand.
The Rolls
Brad kept his movement up, ducking down the nearest alleyway. He didn't stop; it wasn't really in his best interests to hang around and hope that he wasn't going to get in trouble. He just hoped that idiot didn't decide to stick around and go back to get pepper sprayed or maced. He didn't want to be the guy who was hanging around when some guy got caught as a fang and brought some pissed off guys with shotguns after them. No fucking way.
If he hadn't been so worried about getting seen, he'd have booked it at hyperspeed.
Kinda made him feel like the Flash.
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Bradley winds up on the other side of the apartment buildings, on a less deserted stretch of street.
Wits+Comp-1 and Dex+Stealth+2 for Cur to stalk him from on high at this point in the scene
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|From on high, much like a gargoyle, Cur peers out over the streets trying to see where the random vigilante Bradley went. He was going to see if he could pay him a little visit.
Unfortunately, much like a pathetic scumbag, he wasn't up to the task at hand. Cur couldn't pick out the gangly daeva for the life of him at this distance.
Wits+Comp-1 Failure
He grimaces for a moment, which turns into a sickly sweetened smile as he starts to think about where exactly the spraypaint should go from up here.
Brad half-bent over to pant for breath, and then realised he was a moron for doing that, and a moron for getting involved besides. Still, Rich had been pretty fucking clear on this Masquerade thing, even if that did sound like yet another one of those grand words that mean something shitty. Like Requiem. The words Vampires used were pretty silly, really.
Except when they came out of Rich's mouth, it was like listening to liquid crack.
Yeah, he wasn't going to go back to the hotel room yet. Not with this on his mind. He looked around, checking for any other place to go.
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Bradley
The immediate area's a light commercial district. There's a greasy spoon that's open. Beyond that you see a 24-hour corner store, laundromat, gas station and some dive bar open along the block to your left and right. Other than that, the street seems pretty dead.
Cur
Bradley's dropped out of sight for now, leaving Cur with just that hunger feeling snaking around inside him. He sees a few lights on down below.
Cur can roll Wits+Comp at -2 if Bradley moves again. Benefit of being on the roof
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|Brad rubbed his temples as he looked around, checking for any movement. Just a crappy diner and some dive bar. He felt a bitter pang as he looked at the places that only a couple of years ago, he'd have been lurching into to after a night out with the guys. He moved towards the bar entirely reflexively, pushing the door open. He wasn't going to order a drink. He'd made that mistake before, and hurling everywhere wasn't fun.
Maybe he'd find a bar fight or something.
God, tonight sucked.
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