Salmon Lane - London, England 8:45 PM - Saturday, September 7, 1940
Eddie stood just outside the doorway, facing Story, Elizabeth, and Brook.
Elizabeth Young,[b]Elizabeth[/b] knew that the letters ARP stood for Air Raid Precautions. This man was evidently an air raid warden, just the sort of person who could guide them to the nearest shelter.
OOC,[b]Story[/b] and [b]Brook[/b], please roll History. [b]Eddie[/b], please roll Spot Hidden.
Eddie was able to see past the strangers and make out all the gory details. Behind them was a stack of crates, and in its shadow the corpse of a young woman lay sprawled on the floor. The blood trail led across the floor directly to her. The woman was about twenty years old and was pretty - or at least she had been. Her body had been mangled and chewed by something with large teeth. She wore a low-cut red dress with a short skirt, she had shoulder-length blonde hair, and her cheeks were bright with rouge. A handbag was slung over her shoulder. Her face was locked in a grimace of fright, her eyes bulging.
OOC,[b]Eddie[/b], please roll Sanity. Sanity loss is 1/1D4+1. If you lose 5 Sanity, you must roll Idea. If you succeed, you go temporarily insane. If you fail, or if you lose less than 5 Sanity, then you may act freely.
Brook, the teenage girl, glances behind her, at the body of the young woman. "We think some kind of animal attack...but it seems like more than that..." She looks at the man again, serious. "We think she was killed in the street and dragged in here."
Story was seemingly preoccupied concerning what sort of savage beast would do this that he barely registered the man speak. Catching Brook's eye he forces a smile as he realized that for once he was not in the moment, rather his mind was wandering... which for Story, is most unusual. He proceeds to follow his companions out the door looking at the man as he comes near.
Eddie led the group back outside, where his bicycle rested against the wall of the building. A small black cat lay in the basket, apparently asleep. A sign above the loading door read "HORRANCE AND SON." The street led off in either direction, intersecting with a much smaller street. There were no street signs in evidence, however. There was a faint reddish-orange glow in the distance ahead and to the left, which was the only light source visible. To the left, the street crossed a canal via a footbridge. To the right, it intersected more streets.
At this point, Eddie could now hear the drone of aircraft engines far overhead and in the distance, though they were getting closer...
Eddie Lawlor,The way to the air raid shelter was down the current street, Salmon Lane, to the right, which was back the way he had come. After a short distance in that direction, it intersected with an angled street, Yorkshire Road. Turning left would take them to the shelter.
"Right, ladies & gent, the shelter's down 'ere and to the left. We're looking for Yorkshire Road. Keep close & keep yer wits about yer."
Eddie fetches his bike and starts to wheel it in the direction of the shelter, urging the rest to follow him. He also keeps a wary lookout for the approaching aircraft.
The small group proceeded down the street to the right, then turned left onto an angled street. Oddly, there were no street signs at any of the intersections.
OOC,[b]Story[/b], [b]Elizabeth[/b], and [b]Brook[/b], you may all roll History.