Roll: 2
Darek struggles wit hteh goblin, but it proves the stronger of the two of them and leaves him dazed on the garage floor as it turns and stalks menacingly into the house. Darek hears the sound of objects clattering to the floor from the kitchen.
Roll: 4
Annie takes a seat, and spends the next six hours carefully going through the packet, filling in all the inormation to the best of her ability. It is mind numbing really. She finishes with the parts she can, but still needs to get a copy of her birth certificate, medical records, and a couple other things like that. The clerk calls out that the lobby will be closing in ten minutes.
Roll: 1
Starn looks up from a sink full of dishes. He walks over to the door, and swings it wide. The police officer on the other side takes one look at Starn, and steps back, unlatching his gun in it’s holster, and resting his hand on it.
“Mr. Gundar, put down the weapon, please. This doesn’t have to go down this way.”
Surpised, Starn looks at his still soapy hand, and the large kitchen knife still clutched in his hand. This can’t be. That wasn’t there before he opened the door. It changed, he knew it changed! It wasn’t like that!
Roll: 4
Jack returns to his closet unnoticed and begins assembling his information. Cross checking from an editorial in the Homes and Gardens section of a paper three weeks old with a Time magizine by-line and an ad from a flyer with some serious stains on it, Jack is led to the sports section of a paper from months ago. Yes! a lead, at last! Whatever it is, the conspiracy involves the Knicks. It must be! A trail, at last!
Roll: 2
The police seem uninterested in the conversation Jeremy had with a gang member. Nothing illegal had een said, and no investigation was ongoing regarding him at the moment. The ydo ask abot his work as a security guard, and get Jeremy’s address and contact information. He get’s the feeling that they are nottaking this seriously.
Roll: 1
Joseph, roots madly around the bin or a moment, at last getting his hands on one of the chittering creatures. Corporeal. Real. He holds it up toward the light coming from the gap between the lid and the wall of the bin to get a better look. Its fur is dark and filthy, its teeth are long and sharp - good thing it didn’t bite him - and its eyes are red and fiery. It turns its head and stares straight into Joe’s eyes, tail and paws curling around his arms as its eyes grow larger and hotter, boring into his soul. The black tendrils of smole that were its limbs crawl up his arms and around his head, seeking entrance through eyes, ears, nose, mouth. Not corporeal! Not corporeal at all! As Joe panics and climbs out of the dumpster, two more latch onto him, and he is unable to run, but falls to the ground, struggling.
Roll: 2
“Now Edward, calm down. Everything is fine, just fine. You don’t have to worry. But son, I’m worried about YOU.” She pauses for a moment beore going on. Edward grows suspicious. They might be listening in. they might already be there at Mom’s. “Samantha called, she said you were having a spell. Come home. Let’s talk. We can get you back on the right path. Nip this problem in the bud before it hurts you. Come home.” The stress in her voice makes Edward’s mind spin. What is going on? Mom knows better. It isn’t a sell. They must be there, controlling wht she says. They want to bring him in! But why?
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