{{Continued from: Slings and Arrows to Fell a Giant }}


2008-10-25 08:11:57Hyde rolls 4 dice to Hunting 4,8,10,1 (1 success)

Hyde has stalked her for hours, skulking in the shadows just beyond the fringes of her blurred vision. He found her at the Railroad Junction, stealing oxygen she gave up any rights to years ago. He has seen her type a thousand times before, a washed up attention-whore who didn't know where to draw the line. Her body now atrophied from anorexia and neglect, sunken eyes, and skin blemished with bruises and track-marks tell all who deign to look upon her that she is useless to the world, useless to herself. Too weak of will to even put an end to her miserable existence, she persists in inflicting her sorrow on the world around her, desperately offering sexual favors in exchange for currency she would immediately use to barter for drugs. No one is interested, her propositions are repeatedly met with disgust and derision. Undaunted, she stops in front of a graffiti-covered window to claw at her matted hair.

For Hyde, she is perfect. Used up, insignificant, and dead to the world, she will not be missed. But the section of the Railroad Junction she has just wandered into is crawling with angry little men in white plastic suits, little bubbles over their heads and Geiger-counters. Apparently investigating a vagrant which spontaneously... exploded. Eventually the vapid junkie moves on when no one here takes pity on her hard-luck stories and Hyde moves on along with her.

As she exits the station and heads for an otherwise abandoned alleyway, Hyde makes his move.

2008-10-26 09:42:45Hyde rolls 8 dice to Manip+Perf(mask) (Diff 7) 10,2,4,4,6, 8,7,6,5 (3 successes)

Melting from the shadows, he emerges as a discheveled and threadbare man, the same sort of hard-up nobodies that this woman has been approaching all night, and clears his throat noisily to notify her of his presence. “Hey there gorgeous, I hear you're on the prowl.” he calls out to her back. Turning, she instantly plasters on a smile that may well have been quite charming, once. Now it is simply a mockery of a human mouth, her teeth peppered with black rot, her lips carrying the marks of having been stretched, sullied and abused in ways that are best not to think about. But none of that matters to her anymore, her days all blur together she is only aware of two states of being; euphoria, and the agony that drives her to seek euphoria.

“You holdin'?” she asks as she attempts to slide seductively towards him. Most of these guys are more than happy to give up a taste for a little head behind a dumpster, they are almost as glad for the meaningless affection as she is. “I don't carry, but I've got what you need. My place is just around the corner.” The offer sets off a red flag, it's never a good idea to follow someone anywhere in these situations, she makes eye-contact, searching his face for malice...

2008-10-26 09:48:18Hyde rolls 8 dice to Manip+Intim(quell) (Diff 7) 8,10,10,4,4, 2,4,2 (3 successes)

...She finds more than she ever thought possible, more than her fragile mind can hope to process as Hyde's Beast psychicly lashes out and pummels her spirit into submission. Her body-language relays his success, her shoulders slump and her eyes seek the ground. “Follow me.” he tells her “It isn't far.” She no longer cares where he leads her, whatever miniscule shred of her will to survive is now crying in a fetal position in some dark, safe recess of her mind.

Soon, they are safely underground, and Hyde relaxes, resuming his true form. The Junkie does not even notice. “Yer movin' too slow Darlin'.” he says as if telling her the time “It'll take me all night ta' get you home, you keep movin' at that snail's pace. Look over there.” He points. “Ya see that light?” As she turns her head over her right shoulder, seeking the object he is gesturing towards, he cold-cocks her in the jaw.

2008-10-26 09:50:24Hyde rolls 9 dice to Dex+Brawl 8,9,5,4,10, 6,10,5,5,5, 6 (6 successes)
2008-10-26 09:50:56Hyde rolls 9 dice to Damage 9,10,4,8,6, 4,1,3,6 (4 successes) (+5 Potence= 9)
2008-10-26 09:53:18Junkie rolls 1 die to soak 4 (failure) (Incapacitated from bashing + 2 lethal as carry-over)

Her jaw and cheekbone shatter like porcelain just before her frail, 90 pound body is flung some six feet across the chamber from the momentum of his brutal blow. “C'mon girl,” he says, walking over and picking her up like a doll “let's get you home.” As he makes his way back to Goblin Town.  

{{Continued in: LoveSick }}  

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