WWLXXI: Something in the Night (Attempt #2)

[satansaloser2005]

I can't vote unless I know the circumstances of ties and of the hunter's parameters. Sorry, folks, but that's how it's gotta be. If Gwath lets me vote after he explains I certainly will.

[Gwathagor]

Hurry up and vote, Sally.

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Gwathagor

Hurry up and vote, Sally.

*salutes*

Sorry. I had wanted to explain before but obviously explaining without a vote looked silly so I just plopped my post back in. Bloody internet won't cooperate.

*signs out for the night*

ETA: x'd with the mod. Oh bloody....

[Gwathagor]

Hush!

[Gwathagor]

Halfway through the day, a chill east wind began to blow through the city, bringing with it promise of rain. And sure enough, as evening came, black clouds rolled in across the skyline, settling just beside the city. The wind picked up. Trash was whirled and tossed about in the gutters. Raindrops began to patter.

In the deserted street, a streamlined Chevy sat idling at a traffic light. The light turned green, but the car didn't move. Suddenly, the clouds opened up and rain began to pour down by the bucketful. Raised voices, coming from inside the car, could just barely be heard over the roar of the torrential rain. Angry shouts. Accusations. The light turned to red again.

Then the passenger side door was flung open and a girl stepped out, slamming it shut behind her. She ran to the sidewalk and under the shelter of an awning, her arms clutched about her for warmth. She looked back at the solitary Chevy, and hesitated. Then she turned, and walked back down the street, soaking wet, hair dripping.

Inside the Chevy, Jimmy the Saint sat alone. Hands on the steering wheel, eyes staring bleakly off down the road that led out of town, off into the distance.

Another car screeched to a stop alongside him. He looked over. It was Wild Billy, who threw him a jaunty salute and took a swig from something in a brown paper bag. Jimmy stared back, blank and desperate. Billy rolled down the window and leaned over to say something, but suddenly there was a roar, a horrific screeching of spinning tires, and Jimmy's Chevy tore off down the road. Billy slammed on the gas and took off after him. Out into the heart of the storm.

Five miles down the road, Billy caught up to the Chevy and pulled up alongside it. Both cars were really flying now. Billy motioned to Jimmy to pull over, but Jimmy only accelerated. 80. 85. 90. Billy's car pulled forward again, moving up next to the Chevy. He looked over at Jimmy, and looked back at the road - only to find that the road before them had flooded out.

Both cars slammed on their brakes and the Chevy spun out of control, did a 360 degree turn, and slammed directly into the other car. Billy's vehicle was instantly flipped onto its side while both cars continued to skid across the road, leaving a trail of twisted metal all across the road. Finally, the two cars came to rest, crumpling like tin cans against a telephone pole. There was a moment of silence, and then a deafening explosion. Jimmy the Saint and Wild Billy were gone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_h4jxXPENU

Almost immediately, the rain died down and the wind fell to a gentle breeze. As the clouds began to break, some people in the city noticed a trail of black smoke drifting up into the swiftly fading sunlight.

***
Night 2 has begun. Baddies, Angel, and Dreamer, send me your respective PMs whenever you're ready.

The Living
Johnny 99 - Nogrod
City Dude - Inziladun
Gypsy Biker - Shasta
Bad Scooter - Isabellkya
Mary - Rikae
Crazy Janey - Alonariel
Boardwalk Sandy - Sally
Rosalita - Loslote
Jersey Girl - Wilwarin
Wendy - Lariren

The Dead
Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter)
Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent

[Gwathagor]

As fireworks showered and sparkled in the warm night air above the fairgrounds, Sandy walked down the boardwalk, looking for someone she was used to seeing there about this time of night. She made her way by the arcade, the old hangout bars, the fortune-teller. All were closed, silent.

But behind her, in the shadows, someone followed.

She passed the greasers slouching about down at the beach. Further along, she passed Hazy Davy, Killer Joe, and their crew drinking and gambling, their carefree laughs floating up to heaven. None noticed the quiet girl or the one who followed her.

Finally, Sandy came to the circus. Like the rest of the city, it was shut down for the night. But she waited there nonetheless, sitting on a park bench and watching the fireworks. He would come, she knew. She was sure. He always did - or - or had he finally left? He'd always joked about getting out, leaving the city for the green hills to the west. She stood up in anxiety. Had he finally gone?

She noticed someone coming towards her through the long moon-shadows.

"Is that you?" she half-whispered, half-called.

Then she noticed the gun in the person's hand and she fled in terror. Back into the beating heart of the city.

Footsteps clattered behind her as she flew in silent terror down an alley and out into an empty intersection. She stopped, spun about, looking up and down each street. Which way? Was she still being followed?

The figure emerged from the shadows again and stood on the street corner, just outside the light of the street-lamps. The figure took a step forward. Sandy took a step back, her eyes on the gun, which the figure slowly raised.

At that moment, there was a loud growl of engines, one, then another, then many in chorus, and down off the hill came a gang of motorcycles making their nightly rounds. They tore through the intersection, shattering the silent tension which connected Sandy and her pursuer. And then they were all gone, flying down the road. All but one. Between Sandy and the figure in the shadows, a biker sat, his iron steed idling. He extended a hand to Sandy, who hesitated, then took it and climbed aboard. Then they were gone into the night, the sound of the motorcycle all but a memory.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ314hldal4

[Remember: the personal pronouns I've used are for ease of narration only. They do not denote whether the player is actually male or female.]

***
No one died. Day 2 has begun.

The Living
Johnny 99 - Nogrod
City Dude - Inziladun
Gypsy Biker - Shasta
Bad Scooter - Isabellkya
Mary - Rikae
Crazy Janey - Alonariel
Boardwalk Sandy - Sally
Rosalita - Loslote
Jersey Girl - Wilwarin
Wendy - Lariren

The Dead
Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter)
Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent

[satansaloser2005]

Wicked!

[satansaloser2005]

If nothing else I'm at least allowed an explanation, right?

Anyway, I picked up on some things while readin Glirdan's few posts that lead me to believe he may be....well, may be innocent at least, and with such strong feelings I felt it necessary to be....lol a bit bolshy. Things going not exactly to plan (aka the meta-ing and just general uneasiness and confusion) tend to make ma even more scatter-brained than usual and often make me sound sharp. Sorry if my tone offended anyone, as that was certainly not my intention.

Anyway, I'm going to cast my vote and hope that Morsul made the right decision according to his idiom (sir) and that this will turn out for the best.

++Shasta

Love you, muffin, but for once in my life I'm gonna follow my hunches and make a tie instead of break it. Best of luck to whichever of you survives, and I hope to see you all come toMorrow!

[Gwathagor]

DL

I flipped a coin and Morsul will die.