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Wonder if this pretty boy will flip shit and run away too.
"Yo" and a nod are all Garrick throw to the apparent Shadow as the van rocks. Walking closer Garrick stays behind Alice as the albino steps up to the rear door. A really fucked up back door. Eyebrow raising over a lens of the sunglasses, Garrick turns his attention to the road and then the direction the van came from. Hopefully there's no one rolling up looking pissed.
Perception to look for tails or chase cars
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Jacob
Jacob's question is met with a gasp. A pale skinned woman in mismatched and slightly quirky op-shop garments battles to the front seat. Her mouth is a surprised "O" until she manages a sitting position that mostly screens the interior of the vehicle from his view. Glass crunches but she is caused discomfort, she does not show it.
Jacob's hidden Beast stirs in a surge of rage.
"Uhm. Yeah. Well... We - ah - Theres, like, gangs. On the roads. We -ah!- got away until the van gave out. UH. Like, shook up, yeah? It was, like, in Florin, I think? Are we still in Florin? 'Cause we were just passing through. Um. I'm Saskia... You... You are?"
She made an effort to open the door, which made a grinding noise and stubbornly refused to budge.
A sudden look of panic shot across her porcelain - un-Blushed - face.
Alice
Alice see's that there is an arm (or what is left of it) withering away into ash on the ground. From her perch, with her head peeping over the precariously leaning door, she can make out a broken body collapsing into ash and the splatter of blood (some of it Blood from the sticky sweet tang in the air).
Further into the cargo space of the vehicle is a carefully laid man, his face torso and left arm horribly mangled with hideous gashes and fragments of glass. A slip of a blonde woman is hunched over him, sucking on his arm and mewling between sobs. Bullet holes and bruises that mar her body are slowly healing, fading away. A crudely patch sawn off shotgun lays within her reach.
In a corner close to the front seats but blocked by a woman obviously talking with Jacob, is a thin and gangly fellow with a bald head and peculiarly shaped skull; his extremely long fingers are wrapped around his face as he whimpers to himself. If he has a Beast, Alice certainly can't feel it.
"Go away... Just go away... I don't want to have to hurt you..."
At that moment, he manages to lift his gaze. Alice's subtle sixth sense for danger begins to chime quietly in her mind.
Garrick
The road is clear and remains so. No siren's either. If anyone else saw or took notice of the crash, then they have not yet made themselves known.
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What lay inside the van was not what Alice had been expecting. Blood, yes. But ash, and guns and bullet holes...most definitely not.
When the ever trusted instinct, Alice's own warning bells chime, she casts her senses out backing away from where she stood, calling out a quick warning to the others. "Guys!"
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After a moment of further observation Jacob doubted he would be breaching the first Tradition: "Jacob, Mekhet. Is there anybody after you?"
Plus, it would probably just sound like an odd last name. Jacob look at the door with almost mourning: that wasn't going to open any time soon.
Turning at Alice's sounds of alarm Jacob raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
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Hey shit's not ugly..er yet then. Good. One foot plants hard on the ground and the other shifts Garrick to look back at the van and Alice. Smoothly and deftly, one reason sturdy shoes are a must. A hand falls and removes the lock from the pistol.
"What's wrong?" Garrick calls to Alice softly. Leaning slightly forward towards the walking mannequin. Right hand still on the pistol, still on loud, still ready to piss off all the wrong people.
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Alice Hart has been gifted with an acute sixth sense. Right now it is sounding like a stretched and discordant note; both a warning and an opportunity for action. The moment hangs on a knife edged precipice as the twisted giant tenses like a tightly coiled spring.
At his words, the feeding blonde looks up, blood running down her face where she has gorged her thirst.
For her part Alice Hart nimbly drops back from the door and backs away from the van, survival instincts honed on the road kicking in as smooth as silk.
Jacob does not see this, his view being blocked by Saskia, who desperately squirms in the cabin. "Is okay! Guys! Its not them!" The Kindred is sending a flailing arm back into the depths of the van...
...At last he catches sight of the tensing giant who she is attempting to calm. No wonder - from the Mekhet's angle the giant appears almost mantis-like and preparing to strike.
As Alice moves, she jerks back the tortured rear door, which finally reveals the van's wrecked interior to Garrick. He see's the twisted giant, lumbering to strike while Saskia vainly struggles to calm him; he sees the shattered body of the van's former driver and the blonde woman with her face smeared with blood. He spies the blood and dollops of inert, dead, Vitae splattered across the interior; the holes from the bullets. How suddenly the damage to the rear doors looks like claw marks in the harsh and heavily contrasted light.
The giant now see's Garrick and Beast vies with Beast. What was about to be an insectile leap tumbles into a simian slouch as the giant settles down - not from calm but through the inner struggle of equally matched Beasts (his and Garrick's).
"Its not them! Not them!" Saskia continues with a hint of panic now in her voice.
The van creaks and groans as it settles once more.
"Are we safe? We just want to pass through. Let us be!" The giant grates with a heavy sigh. The tension in his form melts slowly as he recognises others like him. Not mortals. No need to hide. But suspicion remains in his little eyes, black orbs like a shark's. "We just want to move on. Let us feed. No need to call the Hound. No need."
Did his voice carry an implicit threat, or was that the sound of suspicion borne of the road?
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Her sixth sense still chiming, but it's tugging and pulling within, confounds Alice. This...this...fuck! She doesn't know what to do! She wants to help, to prove that's she's no monster that would turn them away, but-but with her arrival to the Domain still so new...Her too fake to be real, but real anyhow eyes search for the other Haunt, he's been apart of society longer, he should know what to do.
But what had happened to these...Kindred(?) she questions within her mind. Something horrifying no doubt, looking at the wreckage within the van and without. At the giant's words she attempts to find the truth of them.
"We're not here to hurt you." Alice says slowly while showing her empty hands, "Garrick?" her own confusion, and desire to help twisted together within the sound of her voice.
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Hand frozen over the pistol, Garrick wars with the monster inside. No, the Masquerade is already at risk and once again you're at the center. It takes a long second but the monster is pushed back down as Garrick reasserts Living. The first thing to move is Garrick's right hand as it flexes over the pistol then relaxes. Finally the Nosferatu shakes his head.
"Safe for now. What did all of this?" Right hand raising and pointing to the backdoor and then flicks towards the inside of the van. Cause bullet holes. "Move on to where? Bothering important people is how hammers drop."
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Alice stares at the giant. By his face alone, he is difficult to read (lumpy ruin that it is). However, when combined with his body language and his (albeit) inhuman eyes...
The giant is scared. Probably lacking in enough self awareness to realise that. Suspicion and anger are plain in his stance. Something else too... deep mourning on a primal level. It has been said that watching the Final Death can have that effect. And there is ash on the ground and in the van now.
That mix of fear, exhaustion and wariness hangs over the blonde woman - feeding off the dying so that she might heal her own wounds.
Something similar yet sharper and more nuanced hangs over the third Kindred in the van.
A pause ripens before the Kindred respond to Garrick's question.
"Kindred. Kindred attacked us. Chased us - in cars and on bikes. Just like that. We... We got away..." The big guy is retreating to his corner, playing havoc with the suspension.
"We had stopped for gas on the edge of town. In Florin, I think. Almost where we need to go but I got no idea of the road ahead, see..." The one called Saskia added from up the front. "It says there is sanctuary near here. So... So I asked for directions. When I saw them, that is. They were gathered around a fire in an abandoned lot nearby. They... They fucking attacked us and chased us. Tried to kill us. We... We barely made it out!"
"Blasphemers. Cowards." The blonde croaked and then in a sudden display of self awareness, she turned to Saskia. "Why did they call us that, Sass?"
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"Shit. Florin? That's within the Domain." A hand scratches at Garrick's beard, he speaks to the kindred in the van. "Sanctuary? Around here? For what exactly? There are places like that but they belong to certain people." The Nosferatu looks at Alice, sunglasses giving a sense of focus. "We're probably going to have to go somewhere. This is too public and we need to talk. A gang is a problem."
Shit, shit shit shit.
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