IC: Maksim, Thomas, Andrei & Caroline Drive to Harlem.
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Caroline has already learned to surpress the urge to immediately rush to the scene of an injury or other trauma. It meant surpressing her old instincts, but her newly developing instincts told her that charging ahead could get her killed or seriously hurt, and then she would need help herself rather than be able to help anyone else.
Instead, she gets down, imitating Thomas's move.
Instead, she gets down, imitating Thomas's move.
Thomas kicks the door open, but the courtyard contains only the three winos.
The gunshot sounded like it came from some distance away, suggesting that Andrei may still be out on 137th Street.
[OOC: I'll PM Laraqua to let her know that we're waiting for Maksim (I guess this could be that life-threatening moment). In the meantime I've made this post so that you can both post again if you like]
The gunshot sounded like it came from some distance away, suggesting that Andrei may still be out on 137th Street.
[OOC: I'll PM Laraqua to let her know that we're waiting for Maksim (I guess this could be that life-threatening moment). In the meantime I've made this post so that you can both post again if you like]
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Maksim Rukov unholsters his gun and rushes for the sound of the gun shot. "Stupid buerocraft," he snarls and motions for the other two to follow. "With me!" It was unsafe in the alley but he didn't fancy having everyone going off in different directions. He really wished Timour was here. They'd listen to what his brother had to say. Not that his brother ever had sensible things to say.
A reckless man's power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.
Thomas gets up, swearing to himself and losing his cool for a moment. He had tried to be as discreet as possible so that Silas wouldn't notice anything weird about their group, but it had obviously failed, for a yet unknown reason. Hopefully a valid one.
What is that son of a bitch up to?
Thomas excuses himself and runs with Maksim.
What is that son of a bitch up to?
Thomas excuses himself and runs with Maksim.
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The alleyway Near Ju-Ju House, Harlem, New York
2:45pm Friday 16th January, 1925
As the three investigators rush along the alleyway Timours Studebaker touring car screeches to a halt at the end of the alley.
The windscreen and drivers side window are shattered, Andrei sits behind the wheel sounding the horn repeatedly. He is covered in blood, as is the hood of the car.
Lots of peoples faces are starting to appear at the windows of the overlooking tenements, some of them look very hostile; others look frightened or just plain curious.
2:45pm Friday 16th January, 1925
As the three investigators rush along the alleyway Timours Studebaker touring car screeches to a halt at the end of the alley.
The windscreen and drivers side window are shattered, Andrei sits behind the wheel sounding the horn repeatedly. He is covered in blood, as is the hood of the car.
Lots of peoples faces are starting to appear at the windows of the overlooking tenements, some of them look very hostile; others look frightened or just plain curious.
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"No! But we all will be if you don't HURRY UP! GET IN!"
Andrei's voice breaks into a yell again, and he glances over his shoulder toward Lenox Avenue again. - obviously, he's very pumped up on adrenaline.
Caroline can see that the front passenger seat is also smeared with blood. In the middle of the smear is Andrei's large officer's revolver, looking like it's covered in sticky red jam.
[OC: But its not jam! ]
Andrei's voice breaks into a yell again, and he glances over his shoulder toward Lenox Avenue again. - obviously, he's very pumped up on adrenaline.
Caroline can see that the front passenger seat is also smeared with blood. In the middle of the smear is Andrei's large officer's revolver, looking like it's covered in sticky red jam.
[OC: But its not jam! ]
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Maksim gets into the passenger side, wincing as he sits in the warm, wet blood and wishing he could be in the driver's seat. One thing was for sure, he didn't trust Andrei behind the wheel. He leans out the window, looking to see if he should try shooting at someone but not really wanting to let loose a shot in case he took down an innocent out for a walk.
A reckless man's power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.
West 137th Street Harlem, New York
2:45pm Friday 16th January, 1925
There are a few people already beginning to emerge from the tenements onto 137th Street. It isnt possible to tell yet whether they are hostile voodoo cultists or just locals coming to investigate the gunfire and the car horn, but either way Timours battered and bloody car obviously attracts their attention. Some of them look angry.
2:45pm Friday 16th January, 1925
There are a few people already beginning to emerge from the tenements onto 137th Street. It isnt possible to tell yet whether they are hostile voodoo cultists or just locals coming to investigate the gunfire and the car horn, but either way Timours battered and bloody car obviously attracts their attention. Some of them look angry.
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Before the doors are even closed, Andrei presses down on the gas, jamming the car into reverse and turning away from Lenox Avenue.
"Watch out behind us!" he shouts angrily, ignoring Thomas' question.
As quickly as possible, he screeches the car to a halt again, shifts the car into first gear, and accelerates down 137th, away from Lenox Avenue, as quickly as possible. He's not going to slow down for people in the street, but he honks the horn when he gets a chance.
"Watch out behind us!" he shouts angrily, ignoring Thomas' question.
As quickly as possible, he screeches the car to a halt again, shifts the car into first gear, and accelerates down 137th, away from Lenox Avenue, as quickly as possible. He's not going to slow down for people in the street, but he honks the horn when he gets a chance.
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