Werewolves

[Richard K Niner]

Richard turns around. "I don't know, you tell me." He must've forgotten that part.

[Bocaj Claw]

(OT: <!--QuoteBegin-Bocaj Claw+Jul 20 2005, 10:31 PM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (Bocaj Claw @ Jul 20 2005, 10:31 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> Richard trips on something while getting up. It at first appears to be another body but just turns out to be Bocaj, tied up and with a lump on his head.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--> . Doesn't mean you have to remember.)<br><br>"It is possible for people to tie themselves up Richard. Stage magicians and the like. You do what you must and I'll do what I must."

[Rooster]

Rooster is still clutching the gun in his hands. Blood stained his beard and coated his shoes. He began to shake and sweat.<br><br>"Guys, I don't feel too good..."

[Richard K Niner]

Richard looks at Bocaj, then looks at the gun; he recalls that there are three silver bullets left - one for everybody but the werewolf. Richard glances back at Bocaj. No, there wasn't enough evidence to sentence his friend to death; Richard collapses and begins to cry. "Why must I be so dang paranoid?"

[Rooster]

Rooster begins to crawl to the boat.<br><br>"Cast off...cast off...cast off..." he said under his breath.

[Bocaj Claw]

"Richard! Snap out of it! Rooster doesn't look so good. I think he has- Oh lord! Hes vomited up blood!"

[Richard K Niner]

As Richard turns his attention to Rooster, the sun finishes setting below the distant ocean. The moon begins to emerge from behind the West End House. Richard looks through their first aid supplies. "I don't know what to do," he admits.

[Bocaj Claw]

"And I don't know if you trust me enough to allow me come near him" Bocaj answers coldly. A pause. "I don't know whats wrong with him either. Coughing up blood is a sign of something serious. An ulcer or internal bleeding or something..."

[Rooster]

"I-I think I'm ok now." Rooster says weakly. He's shivering and covered in cold sweat. He hands the gun back to Richard.<br><br>"We need t-to stick together. Even if Bocaj is the werewolf, we need him for now. We'll drive off that bridge when we get to it."<br><br>He scrambles to his feet and wipes the blood from his chin onto his sleeve. <br><br>"I feel fine now, just a little weak..."

[Bocaj Claw]

"What do you think was wrong?" asks Bocaj in a toneless voice. He still remained where he sat several feet from the boat.

[Gizensha]

Giz comes too after briefly lapsing into unconsciousness. "Did Rooster say he was attacked? Doesn't look all that wounded. How odd. And besides, while Rooster couldn't see Bocaj, could Bocaj see Rooster clearly? Just saying we might have two possable suspects rather than just one before we kill someone..." He's oblivious to the fact Rooster's coughing up blood.<br><br>He pauses. "The problem of the boat is simple. We take a very long rope, tie it to the boat, one of the able-bodied goes across to the other shore in the boat. We then reel the boat back in. Then, me Bocaj gets into the boat. If only one of us are in the boat at the other side, we've found our werewolf. And-- Ah. Rowing... OK, we need two very long ropes... Anyway. We then, after getting out the boat, send it across to the other able bodied. Only one non-vicious monster, at most can possably die this way. And it's only us two decrepid souls that are in danger, due to the werewolf always being outnumbered otherwise." Gizensha nods. "Unless I'm missing a piece of info here..."

[Rooster]

Rooster walks over to the boat, his shaking now under control and the colour in his skin returning. He felt fine now. Better than fine, he felt great, like a huge weight had been lifted from him. For some reason he felt good.<br><br>He lit a cigarette and looked at Giz in the boat. "Ok, first off, I'm no werewolf. Those things kicked my ass, but I got away. Secondly, where are we going to get two long peices of rope from?"

[Gizensha]

<!--QuoteBegin-Rooster+Jul 30 2005, 11:00 PM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (Rooster @ Jul 30 2005, 11:00 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> Rooster walks over to the boat, his shaking now under control and the colour in his skin returning. He felt fine now. Better than fine, he felt great, like a huge weight had been lifted from him. For some reason he felt good.<br><br>He lit a cigarette and looked at Giz in the boat. "Ok, first off, I'm no werewolf. Those things kicked my ass, but I got away. Secondly, where are we going to get two long peices of rope from?" <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--><br> "Not saying you are, just saying that there's no way for me to know for sure." He then considers the rope query... "...Hmm... Anyone know the tactile strength of a pair of pants, or how long the clothing of four guys, and however many corpses we have who's clothing is in sufficient condition to borrow would be if tied together to make a rope? Because, right now that's the only thing I can think of, I'm afraid..."

[Rooster]

"Ok, veeto that. I'm already in deep crapola here, and I am not going through this with no smegging pants on!"

[Bocaj Claw]

Bocaj attempts some forced mirth, his way of ignoring the fact that he was almost killed by those he called friend. "Oh I don't know Rooster. That would certainly add some humor to the night wouldn't you say? <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... s/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->"<br><br>"Is it safe to come back towards you guys, or will I have my head blown off if I try?" asks Bocaj warily.