5/13/2004
06:40 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (37% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 70 degrees Fahrenheit (21 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.05 and falling, and the relative humidity is 37 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
WWNP Campground(#3292RAJ)
A well-tended dirt road, lined with neatly placed rocks winds a sinuous path amongst a pleasing array of camp sites. The tall trees and loamy forest floor provide a cathedral-like atmosphere for visitors to the park. Daytime, lancets of sunshine spike through the evergreen canopy to the russet ground. At night, gentle fingers of moonlight and the occasional glimmer of starlight navigate the maze of branches to the terra firma.
The sites are situated well apart from each other, each providing an illusion of isolation to the occupants. They are equipped with an upright barbequeue and a ring of fire-stones. The ground here is relatively level and smooth, providing a decent repose for the city-soft. Two well-maintained facilities at opposite end of the site provide showers, water faucets, and restrooms. Foot-trails extend into the forest, but return after short diversions of less than a couple of miles.
The grounds appear, more than anything, pristine. This will undoubtedly change.
The dirt road dead ends at the far end, near the restroom, but it continues out to the main park road at its other end.
Contents:
Toddroid
Owen
Erika
Reggie
Obvious exits:
Out to the Main Road
It's about two hours past sundown, with the moon hanging nice and scythe-like in the sky. The news of werewolves in the woods must not have reached many, because there are still a whole lot of campers out in the grounds tonight. Rangers have been coming around to check periodically as per usual in their patrols, seemingly not in any new activities going on. Anyone caught with unnecessary weapons is detained and possibly prosecuted. Anyone who gets caught, anyway.
Owen and Erika are patrolling the area. The regular folks may not be aware of any recent new, but the Get are. Tonight, at least, Owen is not just passing throuh but making a point in walking the campgrounds and points beyond.
Regular folks aren't particularly regular, as tourism is all based on the coming and going of new people who haven't visited. Overheard snatches of conversation range anywhere from what to eat the next day, to the little snippets of ghost stories being told in the night. All is quiet for now at least. The largest camping grounds have no one out of the ordinary tonight - at least, by appearance only.
Flames flicker from a campfire, reflecting faintly in the eyes of Reggie as he glances through low branches heavily laden with summer's new leaves, marvelling at people who prefer cold ground to a warm pub. He avoids these people as he keeps to the depths of the trees. His progress is slow, as this usually means avoiding the paths as well, but he's content to conserve his energy.
Erika keeps pretty quiet as she she strolls alongside the other Fenrir, slipping her hands into the pockets of her hooded sweatshirt.
Owen keeps close to his tribesmate, not really interacting much with her except by presence alone. He is on the watch tonight, and he takes his duties seriously.
The sparse number of packs in the area make it difficult to say, but those actually paying attention would hear the very distant (by human standards) howls of one of the packs in WWNP. The people, for the most part, ignore them without giving sign they've heard the howls. The howls, for Garou who understand and perhaps would even recognize the individuals, are those of a pack calling to another member, and reinforcing their bonds of territory. All continues to be quiet, until the Garou on patrol hear a shriek off to the south, not too far from the actual edge of the camp grounds.
Owen listens intently to the sounds of the howls, no matter how mundane, just in case there is anything that might signify trouble. Well, he needn't be listening to howls for that. With a sigh, "Here we go again." He makes his way at a hurried pace towards the shrieks.
A large, bulky tree leans against an oak, exhaling smoke. It jerks up its head at the cry, and reveals itself to be Reggie, in spite of the bulk more benefitting the oak he leant against. Tossing down the cigarette and stomping on it in one move, he crooks his head curiously, determining its location, and heads in that direction.
More shrieks and screams, shouts of "Get away!" and such greet the ears of those actually going to investigate. Just as Owen and Erika are coming upon the source, Owen is sprayed with a jet full of water on the side. "Gotcha!" shouts a female voice, followed by a noisy set of steps.
Owen stops dead, raising an arm to block the spray, all the while covering the fact that it's taking a force of concenttration to keep his rage under control (good thing Luna is mostly looking away).
Reggie's slowness turns out to be a benefit, as Owen gets to the scene first and catches the water. The Uktena's yellowed teeth gleam in the dim moonlight, in a grin, as he regards the soppiness of Owen. Smoothing his dry fur against his chest causes very faint static cackles, as he works to keep quiet.
Erika stops dead as the water sprays Owen, looking fairly confused as they come up to the camp.
A few more jets of water spray in the direction of Owen, catching the trees mostly but with a few drops splattering on Erika. Just a few. A beam of light shines on Owen's chest first, before a young woman steps out of the woodwork. Her look changes almost as she appears, from triumphant to awfully apologetic as she realizes she just soaked a complete stranger with her watergun. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she says quickly. The girl's shirt is dripping with water as well, and she struggles to take the flashlight off the supersoaker. "I thought you were one of my friends..." And on cue, another pair of girls come over to investigate the apologizing comrade. All of them seem kind of amused at first. "Oh my gosh, you totally soaked him!" Laughter breaks out, but the first girl is unamused.
Owen takes a moment to compose himself, wiping the water away from his face with his right hand. He looks the girls over for a moment, blinking through the flashlight. "Funny. I thought a wet t-shirt contest went a little different that this."
Reggie's head tells him he should beat a silent retreat, to investigate the rest of the park. It gets overruled by his curiosity, and he lingers to see what else befalls the Get,
Erika looks lightly amused, although not by much. As Owen makes such a distasteful comment, she simply makes a 'huffing' sound in response.
From the shadowy bushes a dark figure erupts in a shower of leaves and twigs. Its a big, furry thing, black as night! It growls, its shiny fangs dripping a steady stream of thick, red liquid. Blood is looks like.. It pauses only a moment before shooting off into the other bushes, passing right by Owen and Erika.
The girls laugh again, though the soaker that Owen 'converses' with smiles hesitantly. "I'm really sorry - we were playing a ... well... game." She deftly hefts her watergun, the liquid sloshing. "I hope we weren't disturbing your camp sir." Puts in another, who has composed her giggles. At least, until she looks behind Owen and sees a furry mass coming right for them.
Owen can't help but watch the one furred being run right past him before sighing and looking up at the night sky. "Sorry girls," he mutters. "If this is the werewolf troup playing their game here once again, out of their designated area like last week, I will not be pleased!" This is practically bellowed out.
Reggie jerks back in surprise as more people crash the party, but don't stay even to exchange howdys, and he abandons the Get to the dangers of the girls as he crashes off through the bushes in hot pursuit.
Erika follows the same suit as Reggie, holding not one ounce of attention on the two girls as she goes chasing after the blurred person that had stormed past them.
At the appearance of the werewolves, especially the one who basically ambushed Owen and the girls, the watergun-bearing women scream uselessly and cower with surprise. They don't see which direction the two terrorizing wolves were headed, but the Garou do. Both werewolves now have one Garou on their tails, and for a moment the forest around is alive with the sound of hurried steps. Erika's quarry bursts right into what had to have been the camping grounds for the girls, and more of their group (about four others) also shriek this time not with excitement, but with fear. The werewolves snarl (with poor imitation for the real thing) and this sends the women running. Apparently they must've missed Owen's bellow of threat.
Erika pushes back the brush as she emerges in the sight of the four werewolves and the girls screaming in terror. The girl does not waste anytime. "Stop right there you mother-fuckers!" she hollars, quite frustrates with this group of teenagers.
Owen sighs once again, rolling his eyes before clapping his hands to get the girls' attention. "Sorry, sorry. Some teens have been running around scaring folks playing their own games. Now, what am I gonna do about this wet shirt of mine in this cool, dark night? I might catch a chill."
Reggie continues hot on his prey's trail, his breath whistling between his gritted teeth as he bangs aside branches.
The werewolves both stop once the girls have been cleared out, and meeting up with each other they both give each other a high five, muffled laughing coming from their masks. Yes, masks. Even in the darkness of night, the costumes can be easily taken for such, given the rather poor imitation. Only the heads seem to be of any reputable special effects quality. When Erika bursts out of the treeline onto the little plot, the both of them turn to face her. Reggie remains unseen yet, as the Uktena is catching up fast as well.
For Owen though, the girls simply glance up at him like he was the man of the hour. "Hunh?" is the first, wavering response of the girl with the soaker. Then, "What... you mean those werewolves are just costumes?" Like, Oh my god. The girls look at each other like this is such a revelation - a revelation that leads to quite a bit of pissed offness. Owen is looked at as well. "Then, who are you? A ranger?" No uniform on him though.
"Yeah, you feakin' pansies!" Erika hisses. "What in the hell... why are you going around scaring people for?" She makes herself quite known to them, like the rebel teen that she is compared to this group of rag-tag teenagers. She tightly curls her knukles into fists at her sides.
Reggie snarls a "Gotcha" as he catches up with the fake werewolves, his hands reaching out to grab them by the necks and head-slam them together, in an application of action before words.
Owen just saunters up to the girls and settles into a crouch with them. "Nope. But I do run a little security out here during off hours for the boy and girl scouts, just to be sure."
The closest 'werewolf to Erika turns its shaggy head, snarling out muffled words. "Shut the hell up, bitch. It's not yer fucking business!" Obviously male, obviously somewhat young. And obviously not paying attention, as from behind Erika, Reggie bursts out of the woodwork and manages to grab one by the neck - the one that didn't talk - and misses the speaker. A cursing follows from the one who was grabbed as he is thrown off balance. That leaves the speaking werewolf open to action, though.
"Really?" asks one of the girls, eyes running quickly up and down Owen's night-darkened body. The flashlights are all on him, but the two other girls are now wondering slightly, "Uhm, should we be worried about your partner?" That must be Erika.
Grabbing hold of the costume of the fake werewolf, Reggie firms his grip as he considers whether to drag his catch with him and reach the other one as well, but, noticing who's joined them, his lip curls in a sneer and he leaves the speaker for Erika's mercies.
Erika is a little startled as Reggie bashes the two heads together of the two teenagers. The Philodox does the only sensible thing and offers a punch directly towards the speaker's face. "That's right, I *am* a bitch."
Takes the punch to the face, his massive mask absorbing some of the force. He growls angrily, yanking his right glove off to reach into his pocket, pulling out a flat black pistol. Its sleek and shines in the slight lighting around. Its pointed at her threateningly, the click of the safety ringing as its flicked off. The bulk of his body shields it from Reggie's view, though.
Owen manages a small smile. It's alot easier to be diplomatic when surrounded by nubile vixens. He tries his best to keep their attention away from anything the others might be doing. "Oh, she'll be fine. She's a troop leader after all."
Reggie busies himself with showing off his strength, although the sonority girls are a while away now, by bodily picking up the person in his grip, tilting it, and slamming the person head first into the ground, with a smile at the crunching.
The other werewolf now struggles quite well, despite Reggie's strong grasp of the costume. "Let go fucker!" He cries out in the middle of this struggle, a flailing punch landing in the Uktena's gut. All that earns him is a heavy slam to the ground though. The one in the costume oofs heavily, no real broken-bone crunching, but there is definitely pain in that moan.
"You're serious? She looked really young," Girl-2 queries, her head tilting slightly as she thinks she hears shouting. "What's your name?" asks Girl-3, the one who'd been looking Owen up and down.
Long distance to Toddroid: Sai would say you can get a couple shots off. You'd have to aim to hit Reggie without hitting Brian, but if you want to shoot Erika... mind, this guy's only 20, and a frat boy. He's threatening, but he's not crazy. Shooting someone is breaking a gazillion laws that would be really serious.
"You wouldn't fuckin' dare, kid." Erika snarls, her eyes held onto the young male with the gun pointed towards her. she is not stupid enough to jump straight at him.
Reggie's arms bulge as he lifts back up the costumed person. For a second, they look rather like, both costumed in fur, only his is real. He grins at the noises coming out of the costume, and he repeats the pile-driving motion, as though trying to plant the man like a fence post.
The gun wielding youth flips her the bird with one gloved hand, his gunholding one ointing at her, and down a little. "Bitches eat lead!" He snarls as he pulls the trigger twice. The first shot kicks up dirt behind her, while the second, a lucky shot, slams into her kneecap, shattering it.
Owen was about to speak to answer the girls' querries until the sound of a gun rings through the air. "Stay put. I'll be right back." He then takes off straight for the sound.
The werewolf in Reggie's grasp crumples and goes quite weak. Pile driving in real life is nothing like what is seen on TV and has its consequences. The form in Rags's arms gets heavy, and the mask rolls off to reveal a young man, although he's quite unconscious and bloodied.
Erika that just about does it for Erika as she notices just what a poor shooter the young teenager is. Her fist lands hard against the gunholder, her knees only providing her with minimal balance before she shifts up a half-a-step, growing a little more taller and heavier built. Her fists land more eagerly into the one wielding the gun, making sure to land each cucial punch.
The girls jump at the sound of the gun, and it's the glance exchanged between them before they realize what it was they heard. It's too late to call to Owen though. They instead run off to get help.
The gunshot grabs Reggie's attention from his fun, and he drops the limp werewolf quite carelessly as he turns to the shooter, his fist already up and ready to hit something. Seeing Erika already playing with the shooter, he rocks back on his heels, somewhat disgruntled, and looks down at the form no longer making interesting noises. His foot drives into the middle of the unconcious werewolf.
The youth rocks back at the punches to his face and chest, his costume absorbing a bit of the force, his hand coming up with the gun, emptying most of the clip, five rounds all told in quick succession as he begins to fall backward.
The five rounds, for the most part, go off in various directions but three of the five rounds hit home into Erika, two of them grazing her and one landing squarely in her collarbone. Sounds a bit like popping fireworks at a range. Aside from hearing the pops, and the muffled thud of a foot to a padded gut, there's a sound of something almost dropping with a mechanical clack of plastic and metal. It's followed by the sound of steps running away from the camp.
Owen is running at best speed towards the now obvious sounds of melee and gunfire, letting some rage quicken his pace once the night shadows have taken him out of anyone's sight. He concentrates on the sound of the gun for a little more than just directional sense.
Reggie begins a second kick at the guy who's down, then turns his head sharply at the sound of someone running away. A sound that displeases him. He moves his bulk and starts off after the bolter who's leaving the party too early.
Erika takes the bullets with grunts, then a louder growl as it smashes into her collarbone as she takes the one in the werewolf costume to the ground. She lands soild punches at him as he lies on the ground with his face mask being torn from off of him.
The youth screams out as one lucky punch cracks a rib, his finger pulling uselessly at the tigger of the jammed weapon, letting out a throaty yell. "Guys! Fucking help!"
Like an orchestrated song, all the notes start to fall. First werewolf (revealed long ago) is still down for the count, while Reggie's pursuit leads him on a chase towards the campgrounds, towards Owen. Owen, though, is the first to hear the crashing through the brush as someone runs helter skelter in his direction. The mask of the second werewolf flies off to reveal the bruising face of a young man as well, no doubt a fratboy or something of that nature. But no one is coming to help him. It's not until Owen arrives to see Erika pummeling the man, that Reggie catches up with the runner, a guy with a camera and running for his life.
The runner's jacket, SCCU it looks to be, comes off as the guy seems to be quick to react. Both camera and jacket are ditched into the Uktena's grasp, but the youth keeps running - still running towards Owen.
Erika attempts to yank the gun from out of the man's hands, while continuing to pummel him with a series of punches. The girl's clothing is nearly caked in her own blood from the wounds inflected on her from the bullet-wounds.
Even from the short amount of running is causing Reggie to be winded, and he pulls up, with at least a prize in his hands.
Owen is far from being unawares. Another person running with a camera. Owen's face turns more determined as he makes a beeline for the guy, shoulders set to charge into this person's gut to send him to the ground.
The second werewolf, now revealed, cries out in pain as he's being smacked every which way in the face and upper body. Kicking up at Erika's large glabro form, it's a brief moment before he manages to grab at her hair and yank hard.
The camera-toting guy, having been distracted by the grasping fingers of Reggie, is completely caught off guard by Owen. When the massive bulk slams into him he flips up over the rushing Garou's shoulder with a sickening crack of the ribs. As planned, he hits the ground, hard, one arm outstretched, trying to stop himself. Sadly, that arm snaps like a twig as it twists, making him scream out.
Erika has had her fair-share of beating up her cousins as a child but this is far more intense. The girl screams, her punches now aiming directly between his eyes. There is no time wasted in the ways which she reacts, her fists landing harsh blows. She, by no means, hits like a girl.
Owen immediately turns back to the man he just shoulderblocked and, instead of shutting him up, goes straight for the camera.
The struggle continues with Erika and the werewolf guy, until finally a punch lands square in his eye and he lets go of her hair. Another couple of punches leave him lolling in a dizzy spell. Any continuing punching is just like punching at a meatsack.
Reggie sorts through the jacket, checking for any interesting bits such as wallet, identification, or such in the pocket. He locates the camera, looks intrigued at it, and continues walking at a moderate pace towards Owen and the runner, his scowl lighter as he hears a scream.
The once camera guy manages to force himself up onto his knees, then his feet, clutching his broken arm. He beings to shuffle away, rather slowly. His breathing is ragged and labored.
Owen immediately turns back to the man he just shoulderblocked and attempts to kick him square in the temple to shut him up.
The cameraguy goes down easy with a kick to the head, unconscious now. And to top off the night, it's not long until flashlight beams break through the night. The calls of the girls for "Mr. Troopguy" into the night, along with trampling sounds, echoes along the woods.
Reggie tilts this camera one way, then another, then wraps the jacket about it and carries it, like a football, in the crook of an arm as he walks up, still wheezing, and verifies that ex-camera guy is down and out for the count. He gives Owen a brief, approving nod, for the condition of the ex-camera guy, and considers whether he has time for a kick in the ribs. He scowls at the flashes of light from the torches, and, still holding on to the camera, decides to become scarce.
Erika lets go of the young man, standing up and brushing herself off as she shifts back into homid and gives him a swift kick in the stomach. The Norse-chick spits at the ground, wiping her mouth as she looks disgustingly towards the frat-boy. "That's right," she hisses.
Owen snaps a finger to catch Erika's attention, then points out into the woods indicating for her to do just as the Uktena did. He takes off as well, circling around for something else. Maybe to make sure the girls didn't see anything else... Or to make sure that they do.
Erika looks towards Owen and gives a nod of her head as she gets back to her feet, taking off in a fast paces run towards the woods. When she gets to a very save distance from the campground, she shifts into lupus and begins to wander to shake of the melee with the jerks in the werewolf costumes.
That's smart of the Get. Indeed, in his circling, there is one sudden beam of flashlight ray that clicks on right as Owen looks in the direction of a fourth watcher - another man closer to Owen's age. This one though, simply stands there. It's not long as the flashlights get closer, making the sense of urgency greater. Either there's an attack to be made, or to cut and run.
Owen stops that nonsense by working on the activation of a Gift to kill the flashlight, all the while placing his hand over his face to keep from being blinded.
Tucking his prize firmly in his arm, Reggie heads off into woods that looks more appealing by having no lights moving around in it.
The flashlight beam does in fact fizzle, dim, and then shuts off as if the batteries decided to die. The approaching flashlights though, are still outside the range of Owen's gift. The watcher backs up, still quiet and finally, tucking the flashlight in his arm the way Reggie tucks the camera, the human starts off towards the rangers.
If it weren't for the rangers themselves, this guy would be tracked. Instead, scent will have to suffice for later. Owen instead continues on to his previous objective: WOMEN!
The flashlights continue to get closer, some of them fizzling as Owen's gift sets to work on the techy devices. The dimming stops, as well as the progress of the rangers (and Women!) The girls are of course huddled around the uniforms. It won't be long 'til they find the unconscious boys and send for the hospitals.
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