Roll: 5
Masering his rising fear, Darek walks quickly past the teens and the aparition behind them. It’s just a fantasy, anyway. Or so he tells himself repeatedly as he makes his way around the park and down some side streets, back home. Standing at the back door, Darek takes a breath and steadies himself, before pushing open te door and stepping into the kitchen. “Dad?” he calls. He hears someone shift in the dining room, and the sound of the TV coming from the living room. A little nervous abot apologizing, he calls again “dad?”
“Darek?” His father’s voice comes from the living room.
Goal:Apologize to father,. Clean room.
Roll:4
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"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought they were in danger."
Annie lets go of the children and explains that something was in the woods. A look of uncertainty enter’s the woman’s face, as the kids rush to her and wrap their arms around her waist. She looks toward the window nervously. “Danger?”
At that moment, a man looms in the doorway behind the woman. “What’s going on here?” “She says something was ater the kids!” the man looks at Annie suspiciously, but makes his way to the window. “Kids, go wash up for dinner.” He orders, and they comply withouot complaint. “I don’t see anything out there. Who are you, anyway? And why are you in our house?”
Roll: 6
Starn takes two napkins and uses them to take the tray of food. He places thetray on a clean table, wipes the seat seven times, and sits. Starn dumps the fries and arranges them, irst by color, then by length, then by thickness, then by shape, each time removing one fry and consuming it. In this way, he passes the evening, though every time the door opens, he fears it may be a cop, come to arrest him for his crimes. By closing time, Starn still sits, half a Soda brand beverage sitting before him, with four straws now poking out of the lid, the fry carton and the burger wrapper each folded neatly on the tra beside it. “We’re closing, sir, may I take your trash?”
Roll:6
Jack peers over the top of the stall, and watches as the intruder, back to Jack, settles in front of a urinal. Jack is still in that position when the guy turns after doing his business. He spots Jack, and his brow furrows. “The #$%& you looking at?”
GOAL: Unveil the conspiracy
Roll:2
The pills in thecup fade out of Stan’s reality, and the cup follows. A … greying … begins to discolor the nurse’s hand as well. Stan is distantly aware of a commotion brewing behind him, when something causes the illusive room to tilt, and the specter of the nurse rushes forward, to fill Stan’s vision. Real or not, Stan’s back sends some convincing signals to him that he hurts.
Roll:6
Jeremy closes his eyes for a moment, and repeats, firmly: “It doesn’t exist, it doesn’t exist.” He opens his eyes, and sure enough, the apparition is nowhere to be seen. Jeremy turns and runs, rushing home as quickly as he can, ignoring whatever instinct urged him to investigate. Arriving home, he rushes through the door, up the stairs, and to his apartment, locking and deadbolting the door behind him. Diving under the covers, he hides his head under his pillow and continues repeating “it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t exist!”
Roll:2
Joseph stares into this woman’s eyes, not really seeing her at all. Unable to speak, Jjoseph’s whole body goes stiff with terror at the young lady’s touch. She speaks, but, though he hears her words, their meaning is lost on him. The smell of sulpher rises into his conscience, and dark igures, still small, still far off, dance at the edges of sight.
Another Fate Is Set In Motion
Edward added some magnesium to the little bowl on his workbench, and mixed the concoction carefully. It looked about right. He took a tiny portion and placed it on the test plate, careful to place the rest of the mix well to the side, covered with a leather apron. He turned to the materiels cabinet and unlocked the drawer containing the matches. He lit one, used it to light a long, thin candle, extinguished the match in the ever-present bucket of dirty water eneath the bench, and extended the small flame of the candle to the pile. The pile erupted in a geyser of bright sparkling light, burning quickly donw to embers. Yes, the formula is right. Edward began looking for a container to store the mix in while he prepared the housings for this batch of fireworks.
The shed door opened with a creak, and Edward instinctively reached or his knife. Wipping around, knife cluched tightly in his fist, he is horrified to see his son in the doorway. “Michael!” He yelled. “you are NOT to be in here!”
“Momma says you havea customer,” Michael stammers, stepping back reflexively.
“Out, out!” Edward demands firmly, sheathing his knife. “Tell her to leave him on the porch.” Edward’s eyes narrowed. “She didn’t let him in, did she?”
“I … I don’t know,” Michael says, eyes wide. He then scampers away, not to the door, but around theside of the house. A moment later, Edward hears the gate bang. A fear rises in his chest - they might get him. Just who is this so called customer, anyway?
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