Episode 1 - What hath night to do with sleep?

[Mephistophilis]

Bellowing, Barry charges forward, hefting the pole and swinging it like an oversized baseball bat - with Darren's head as the ball.

'Batter, batter, swing...'

OOC:   Darren and Charlie get to act before Barry can connect with Darren.

There's some shouting - it's not loud but it's coming from the direction of the carousel - sounds like Darren...Charlie...

[BoyBlunder78]

OOC:   I take it that it would be Gym Class to dodge?

Oh....dear....

[Philulhu]

Notice Stuff (60) 1d100

With Barry distracted, Charlie hoped he wouldn’t notice as he slipped in on his flank and tried to stab him in the thigh with his newly-acquired knife…

Fighting (30) 1d100

Shitrolls-r-us strikes again!

[aine]

Im role playing that Louis doesn’t notice anything.

[Mephistophilis]

Barry charges past Charlie, his knife thrust left hanging in the air. Before he gets to Darren he slows down slightly and pulls back the pole, clearly taking aim at Darren's head which wears a look of shock and surprise.

Letting out a guttural roar he swings the pole hard at Darren, and it impacts him with an audible crunch, throwing him backwards in an explosion of pain.

Turning away, back towards Charlie, Barry has a broad grin across his face - he lifts his arms up in triumph and shouts, 'And the crowd goes wild!'

Staggering back, Darren is able to start to collect his thoughts. The impact was not quite as bad as he'd though. The pole didn't hit his head, the end caught against the side of his chest. It hurts really bad and every breath brings a sharp, stabbing pain in the side. But he's still up and moving.

OOC:   That's 3HP damage to Darren - could have been a lot worse! Now back to you to act - Darren, Charlie, Barry, then Louis.

Fighting Brawl 50%: 1d100 37
Damage from pole: 1d8+1d4 3

[BoyBlunder78]

Staggering back, gasping for breath Darren looks back towards Louis, then to Charlie as Barry lurches towards them. All that's going through his head is that he can't let anything happen to his friends. He has flashbacks to the Barnaker house, to Kyle, to Ian, his hand instinctively going to his jacket pocket. He raises his bat and charges again at Barry

[Philulhu]

This was serious! Barry didn’t care that they were just kids!

With the knife held ready, Charlie approached Barry, trying to see an opening, to try to stop him before he killed them all!

Fighting (30) 1d100

[Mephistophilis]

OOC:   Need a Fighting roll for Darren

[BoyBlunder78]

Well....better than last time.......

[Philulhu]

We’re getting battered. It may be time to retreat!

[BoyBlunder78]

if i survive this round.......

[Mephistophilis]

Charlie and Darren both close on Barry from opposite sides. He glances back and forth between them, the smile on lips turns into a sneer. He starts hefting the pole from hand to hand, swinging it dangerously first towards Darren and then towards Charlie. Darren raises his baseball bat and launches himself at Barry but the big man easily moves to the side and, as the boy's momentum carries him past, he brings the jagged pole crashing down onto the back of Darren's neck.

Darren feels the sharp pain before he even sees the pole swinging in the periphery of his vision. There's a crunch, he both feels it and hears it, then an agonising shooting pain like fire that spreads up into the back of his skull and down through his spine and into his arms and legs. His legs crumple beneath him like they're made of jelly and he can only watch as his face thuds into the dirt, unable to lift his arms to protect himself. All Darren can see is a throbbing red glow that seems to melt into the excruciating pain that suffuses his skull. Curiously he can't seem to feel anything in his legs or anywhere below his chest - like it's gone numb or isn't there at all. He tries to move his head, to look up, to see if Barry's going to finish the job. But it seems impossible, any movement completely beyond him, all his strength drained. He very slightly begins to turn his neck and then...black.

After his perfect swing connects with the back of Darren's neck, Darren crumples to the ground like a ragdoll. Barry leers at Charlie, 'Huh, I guess that's a home run!' he laughs.

Outraged by what he's seen, Charlie takes his chance to hurl himself towards Barry, to try and jab at him with the knife. But Barry just laughs some more and pushes him away easily with the end of the pole, swinging it half heartedly at him as he staggers away, failing to make contact with the reverse end.

OOC:   Darren takes 10HP more - that's a Major Wound - he's currently unconscious and is 'dying' and needs First Aid. Roll CON to see whether he has any chance of regaining consciousness again.

As the fighting goes on around you, your vision begins to clear. You can see Darren collapsed face down in the mud, and Charlie staggering away from a swaggering Barry. You force open one eye and then another, it's still a bit blurry but you seem to be able to see out of both eyes now. Holding one hand to your face you gingerly probe the lips, and teeth - they seem less damaged that you'd thought, like the swelling and distortion from Barry's blow has started to subside a bit. Feeling your nose it seems less tender, straighter.

OOC:   Reset your HP to full health and lose the Major Wound

Fighting back 50%: 1d100 39
Damage: 1d8+1d4 10
Fighting Brawl 50%: 1d100 91
Fighting Brawl 50%: 1d100 82

[BoyBlunder78]

Made it by Snarfs ball hair.....

[Philulhu]

Charlie knew he couldn’t run and leave Darren behind. Barry would beat him to death!

He tried to remember how the woman sounded, how she’d spoken. He tried to channel her in the faint hope of gaining an advantage. ”What are doing, Barry? Look at the mess you’ve made of that poor boy.” He kept the knife down by his side and out of sight, and he tried to speak as calmly as possible, although his heart was racing.

[Mephistophilis]

OOC:   Charlie roll Be a Pal, Be Bossy, or Taunt

[Philulhu]

Taunt (60) 1d100

Edit: Fkn dice roller!

Charlie wasn’t convinced he’d got the voice right…

[aine]

Louis rubs his eyes gingerly, his vision clears a bit, just in time to see the club connect with Darren's head and Darren crumple to the ground. When Darren doesn't get up, Louis crawls towards him and turns him over. Hoping, he'll be hidden in the shadows.
"It's just a flesh wound, Daz." Louis attempts to put him in the recovery position (as they'd been shown in class last summer) and pulls out a handkerchief to mop Darren's head.

Spoiler:

First aid: 40 roll: 06%

[Mephistophilis]

Glancing at Charlie, Barry just spits 'Fuck off Karen, you're not real...' He flings his metal pole at Charlie but it clatters to the dirt in front of him. Barry sinks down to the ground and hugs his knees. 'Nothing here's real...' He starts rocking. 'Can't do nothing...can't change nothing...can't get out...'

Louis scrabbles over to Darren's immobile form. Blood streaming from the wound in the back of his head. Pooling under his chin and mixing with the dirt to form a sticky, muddy puddle. He looks over his friend, feeling helpless about what to do. Until eventually he sees the slight rise of his chest and realises Darren is still breathing. With what is left his his strength he rolls Darren onto his side, there's an excruciating moment where his head lags behind the rolling body and Louis hears an audible clicking or grinding sound. Taking out a grubby old handkerchief from his pocket he applies pressure to the back of Darren's head, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

There's a blackness - a sort of warm emptiness. It feels comfortable. You're content. There was something you wanted to do, the memory is just on the edge of awareness. And then the blackness turns sort of fuzzy. At the edges of vision. Shapes, movement. Pain. Oh the pain! It explodes from the back of your head and forces your consciousness into sharp, agonising relief. Just about able to make out someone beside you, putting pressure on the back of your neck. But something doesn't feel right. For all the pain in your head and neck there's an absence. A numbness. And a sudden rising sense of panic. You can't feel your arms, or your legs. You can't move them. Nothing. You can't feel anything below your neck.

Throw 20%: 1d100 34

[Philulhu]

Charlie edged forward and carefully picked up the pipe before backing away again and circling around to Darren and the boy he had called Louis.

”Shit! He looks in a bad way!” he said, looking down at Darren in despair.

[BoyBlunder78]

Panic building, all Darren can think of is...

Wiggle my toes.....got to wiggle my toes......why....can't.....i?....must wiggle....."