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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Alexandra 240214
Alexander, a resident of the supernatural enclave known as Haven, faces an unexpected challenge when a panicked man attempts to flee the Succubus Club after witnessing what should have remained hidden from human eyes. Amidst the dance and chaos of the club, the man, driven by fear, dashes toward the parking lot, hoping to escape the reality that has shattered his notion of the normal world. Alexander springs into action, acknowledging the potential threat the man poses to the secrecy of their supernatural existence. Despite his attempts to calm and stop the terrified individual, the man's fight-flight response is firmly set on escape, leading him into his car, aiming to leave the scene far behind.
As the situation escalates, Ronan, arriving on his motorcycle, joins Alexander offering a swift chase of the fleeing Camry, a vehicle ill-suited for high-speed getaways. Alexander's approach is a mix of concern and strategic thinking, aiming to prevent the man from spreading what he has seen without resorting to violence. The pursuit leads them through Haven's streets, marked by a series of stops triggered by the town's peculiar traffic system, which seems to conspire against a quick getaway. The chase culminates in a bold move by Alexander, who confronts the man at a stoplight near the town's border. With a display of authority and a hint of threat, Alexander manages to extricate the man from his vehicle, subduing him long enough to pave the way for a resolution that involves erasing or altering the man's memory to protect the secret existence of Haven's supernatural inhabitants. The episode closes with the situation under control, but Alexander is left to ponder the implications of the event, knowing full well that such encounters threaten the delicate balance between their hidden world and the unsuspecting human populace.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRAlexandra):SRAlexandra)
[Tue Feb 13 2024]
In the Main Dance Floor of The Succubus Club
The wide open space of dance floor takes up most of this open portion of
the club, warehouse ceilings high and fixed with a multitude of appropriate
strobing and colorful lights. Lounge furniture is spaced along the outer
walls to watch the dance floor and provide a place for seating and drinks as
the thrum of high energy dance music and trap remixes of popular songs
pulses from the speakers. Waitresses in skimpy attire move between the
seating and throngs of people to take and deliver drink orders on site, and
the rounded double stairs converge together on a sky balcony to look over
the floor below.
A hallway leads to vending and bathrooms, as well as a steady stream of
people who seem to be getting club drugs from one source or another in that
direction. The front bar is partially partitioned behind the dance floor
near the entrance, a more suitable place for conversational drinks as the
music allows for limited version in the main club.
It is night, about 7F(-13C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
Alexander tucks away the remnants of the beer as he makes to head out of the Succubus. It's been a relaxing day. Slept in, deepened his mastery over the arcane, hung out with some folks. Travelled to the mystical Goblin Market and made some deals. Fought in a pitched battle in the shadowy nightmare realm against a friend and lost. The average stuff, the normal time in Haven well satisfied. What's next for him? He isn't sure. Stretching his legs is reason enough.
Before Alexander can get out of the club though, he hears a commotion coming from the bathrooms. "What the fuck!? Who the fuck? How did you fucks fucking fuck this fucking place the fuck up like that!? Fuck!" comes the eloquent shouting from a man who is now fully embraced in the fight-flight-or-freeze response, and has decided flight is his best option, once the OODA loop crunches back into gear to get the wheels spinning.
The man in question is about five foot seven, decent casual suit, nice shoes, and even a tie. He has brown hair and green, wide, terrified eyes. He glances back over his shoulder toward the bathrooms as he flees for the front door. A man and a woman stand over near the bathrooms that the crowd has backed away from. She is taller, wearing a clingy black dress, with black hair, super dark brown eyes, and the kind of skin that screams vampire. The man with her is a little shorter than her, but still taller than the fleeing dude. This one has blond hair, blue eyes, and looks a bit woozy. And not just from drinking. A pair of healing marks on his neck serve as a warning to vampires trying to feed in public spaces while making it look like a make out session. A moment later, the pair disappears into the Nightmare, clouding everyone's perception of them in that instant blink.
Thankfully, the brown haired man that was cussing up a storm did not witness the disappearance, as he refocused on the door to try to run away.
Alexander turns towards the noise with a weary kind of impatient. He checks his jacket, finds his knife, finds his subcompact handgun and lowers his hands. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself and waits. When the man emerges Alexander does his best to blend in, he doesn't react to the man, he isn't Alexander's concern. The woman on the other hand absolutely is, and then man beside her as well. He shifts forward, toward the mirror and lets out a quiet growl, then turns to the man instead, giving a sharp whistle. "Hold up," he tries to say, moving toward him.
What half drunk, terrified man fleeing a vampire drinking someone's blood has ever stopped because someone said 'Hold on,' 'freeze,' or 'stop or I'll shoot?' Absolutely none. The whistle does not help, though the people in the club give Alexander some room and back away to give him a path to get out if he wants. The scared man is absolutely booking it toward the parking lot where his car is parked.
Outside, he is half way to his car before Alexander could make it to the front door. The car he intends to get into is a few years old, a Toyota Camry. Cheap, sensible. The sort of car a guy drives when he is not concerned about impressing people with it. He fumbles with his keys to get them out of his pocket to unlock the door on the way to it, trying to save as much time as he can between touching the door handle and peeling out of the parking lot.
Some of the club goers might wander out behind Alexander to try to figure out what exactly is going on. Amongst the crowd, someone mentions that they have "called the sheriff's department, because that guy totally shouldn't be driving like that." No sirens can be heard yet, but that puts a timer on whatever Alexander might be about to do with this guy before something far worse potentially occurs.
Alexander steps out of the club and gives a nod to folks with a very 'I've got this' kind of look to him to help calm them down. His familiarity with the Sheriff's in town probably won't help too much so he decides to make this quick. The city streets aren't usually one to be of much use for his powers over nature. Not that he thinks he wants to wrap this guy up with so many potential eyes around. Devilwood wasn't exactly a 'witness' territory. Most people minded their own, but the last thing he wanted was Venice trouble.
"Hey! Watch out, they're in your car," he calls out when he gets close, trying to stop the guy from peeling off in his vehicle. Then he waves generously. "Slow down, I know what happened, I'm trying to help," he insists. But he gets ready to make a move. He'd much rather be tracking down the duo this guy was running from. He couldn't care less about this secret nonsense, but he's got a pretty good idea there's a price he won't wanna pay.
Given this particular man is a walking Venice Violation in action, Alexander's feelings on the matter are probably valid and correct. Handling him quickly before HSD shows up is definitely the right course of action. In this case, the guy has just touched the handle to his car when Alexander shouts about 'them being in his car,' and that does make him hesitate. Like a stutter in his motion, rather than a full stop. Because his brain is on auto-pilot, he still opens the door before turning to look at Alexander like he has demonic horns, wings, and a tail.
The OODA loop grinds more as it slams back into gear, and he yells at Alexander, "You're probably fucking with them, fuck off!" He sits in the car, pulls the door shut, and immediately hits the lock button. Then he gets his key into the ignition and turns it. Hard to imagine cars still have actual keys, but that's how old his is. Camries aren't known for luxury at the price point he entered for that particular pool.
The vampire and the man inside have probably long since vacated the premises, and are most likely heading to a mirror with less scrutiny to escape the responsibility for what has happened. Typical vampire shenanigans, really.
Alexander weighs his options. He could shoot out the tires, then it's just a mundane crime the HSD can snag him for. Yeah that'll fix it. He could attempt to cool man break into the guys car, not really his forte. He could summon forth his mystical toy robot and tail him, then track him later. Could that even work? Best chance is to appeal to the dumbass. He can only do so much.
"Seriously, wait! You saw what happened, alright, you're not insane but you think your shit heap car is going to outrace shit like that!?" he yells. "Just stop for a fucking second and hear me out. I won't even come close." He gazes over at his own shitheap car. Lamest car chase ever? Come on.
Can the guy even hear Alexander through a close door, closed windows, an engine trying to rattle itself off the frame, and the suddenly blasting heater that is filling his car with cold air from outside? Probably not beyond a word or three here or there. Which means the lamest car chase ever begins in three... two... one. Go! The guy throws his car into park and mashes down the gas, which results in, disappointingly little in the way of tire squealing or peeling out. Sadly, the Camry is not designed for drag racing, so it just put-puts along. The driver at least has enough common sense to start turning the wheel to direct it toward the road to take off. Traffic does not flow quickly through Haven, even under the best of circumstances. Blame it on demonic intervention like in Good Omens. Lights are always red when you want them to be green, green when you want them to be red, and blinking when the power goes out OFTEN.
If Alexander acts quickly, he can probably catch the driver in the Camry, but a high speed chase through Haven is unlikely to occur or end well for either party.
Alexander rolls his eyes, he's not going to shoot the guys tires out, he's not gonna break his windows. He isn't hopping into his own car and doing a cool guy movie chase. There's no way, he's just not gonna do this. He tries to move alongside the guys car as he 'peels' off and knocks on his window, looking more bored than furious now. He has exactly one trump card left if this blows up in his face. Contact the Order and tell them to take care of it. The license plate will be easy enough to manage.
Ronan arrives in time to see Alexander chasing after a Toyota Camry trying to peel out, banging on the car windows, and trying to get the driver to stop. Which has the exact opposite effect: dude floors the accelerator to try to get the hell away from the guy banging on his windows. That leaves Alexander in the parking lot, memorizing the Camry's license plate. Thankfully, the Camry does not clip Ronan his vehicle on the way out of the parking lot. There are some clubgoers still gathered at the entrance to the club watching the scene play out. Some of the comments floating out of the crowd are, "My guy, let him go, he's just not that into you," and "Run, Forrest, Run!" or the crowd favorite that elicits a bit of collective laughter: "I wish guys would chase after me that hard," spoken by one very snazzily dressed man who fends off attempts to pat him on the shoulder while secretly loving the attention.
Ronan arrives on his motorcycle. Pulling up to the club. Only to witness... that. Figuring something's wrong for Alexander to be chasing after the Camry that way. With such desperation. He roars. "Hop on. You have five seconds." And, Ronan, is no liar. He is only given five seconds- before Ronan takes off after the vehicle on that Camry- with a bit of a more subtle approach. Keeping a distance. Biding Ronan's time. "What's up with that Camry? Or rather. The driver?" He'd ask Alexander, if Alexander hopped on in time.
Alexander exhales, a short gaze at the stranger and his intel does him wonders. He nods, and moves to hop on. "Poor schlub saw shit he shouldn't. Treaty risk. Be nice, I'd much rather be hauling ass tracking down the ones he witnessed, some bitch vampire..." He makes a face. "I can call friends to handle it, but better we do."
Say what you will about bikers and machismo, today it strikes a blow for goodness. The crowd cheers at the budding bromance, and they start filtering back inside, as there is not much they will get to see of what comes next.
Ronan is easily able to catch back up to the Camry. The driver does not realize it is a car chase, so he is actually super focused on obeying the rules. Probably because if HSD pulls him over, he's getting a breathalizer and a night in the tank. The Camry's driver turns to head down Franklin, and given the relative lack of housing, the tightness of the market on Main, and Ronan's familiarity with the remaining housing of the trailer park, this guy is actually trying to leave town entirely. Which is so much worse for him than he even realizes, and it is already pretty bad for him if Alexander cannot help the guy.
"Vampire bitch. Believe me. I'd rather track her down, too." Ronan notes over his shoulder. "But from the sounds of it. You don't have that information. So this is the best we have." His eyes narrow in on the driver, analyzing and coming up with a plan on the spot. "I'm going to leap off of the vehicle as soon as they hit the town limits, out of sight, out of mind, and cause a wreck. Be ready to take the handlebars. Don't hurt my baby."
Alexander scowls. "No! Don't do that, fuck, if he's out of sight of them I'll...we really don't need to hurt him!" he insists. "We'll wipe his memory of it, extremely clean. Just get him to stop!"
The driver stops. Repeatedly. At each and every light and stop sign. Because Haven's demonic traffic light system ensures it. It would give Ronan time to pull up beside the Camry with little issue. By this point though, the pair would be able to see into the tint-less windows of the Camry and see that the guy inside is speaking very animatedly to himself. Or, more likely, to someone at the other end of a phone call. Who knows what he has already said, but the situation is definitely spiraling out of control. If the Council hears about this...
Ronan just keeps driving behind the man. Keeping out of sight as best as he can- and if not out of sight, then far enough behind so as not to be suspicious. Waiting for the moment. There's nothing Ronan can do about the phone, for now.
"Pull up beside him, break the window and haul him out, you look tough?" Alexander insists.
The Camry continues down Franklin and turns onto Mariner's Highway to head for the exit out of town. There is only one more light before they get out of Haven. The intersection in front of the Tranquility Farm will be the last opportunity for the pair to stop this guy from getting into way more trouble than he or his Camry can likely handle.
Alexander is forced to make a tough call, as the chase slows, another long light begins and he hops off the bike. "You're plan B!" Alexander says over the motor before dashing up to the car. He uses his knife to shatter the window and then reaches in, grabbing the mans arms and hauling him up. He other hand snatches the door and pulls it up to heave him out. He hopes it's a quiet intersection, but the time for fucking around ended several lights ago.
Lamest car chase has officially ended! "What the fuck!?" the man screams as Alexander manages to both shatter the glass and get a hold of his arm. Dragging the guy out of the car proves a bit more difficult however, as when the handle gets pulled to open the door, the man inside shoulder slams into the door, hitting Alexander with it and knocking him back a bit. Not off his feet or onto his ass, but definitely in the 'you will feel that in the morning' kinda way. The man has not put the car into park though, so when he pulls his foot off the brake, the car starts forward. With him still in it, seat belt buckled and all. But at this point, Alexander has committed, so it is time to see how it all goes down.
"What's going on? Did something happen?" a voice asks on the car's speaker. "Did they get you?" the voice asks in a hushed whisper, that is still loud on said speaker.
Alexander says "Officer...Williams here! he bellows in his best authoritative voice. "Step out of the vehicle! I am placing you under arrest for suspicion of drunk driving!" He growls quietly and REALLY wishes literally anyone else was here to manage this. He flicks the knife around to the mans throat as surreptitiously as he can manage in the circumstance. In a harsh and commanding voice he tries to manage a quiet, "Play along or they will kill you." Honesty adding to the effect he hopes."
At this point, Alexander has things somewhat under control. The man hastily puts the car in park, then undoes the seat belt and gets out of the car. He has no idea what he is actually playing along with at this point, but eventually, Alexander manages to get his car off the road and transported to somewhere for a long, serious talk and a sit down, which may or may not involve removing memories or just giving a stern warning about going off and telling people everything that happened. In the end, everything gets smoothed over, thanks to the lamest car chase ever. But Alexander will still have some work to do regarding the blatant vampire feeding that took place. But that is a tale for another time.
As the situation escalates, Ronan, arriving on his motorcycle, joins Alexander offering a swift chase of the fleeing Camry, a vehicle ill-suited for high-speed getaways. Alexander's approach is a mix of concern and strategic thinking, aiming to prevent the man from spreading what he has seen without resorting to violence. The pursuit leads them through Haven's streets, marked by a series of stops triggered by the town's peculiar traffic system, which seems to conspire against a quick getaway. The chase culminates in a bold move by Alexander, who confronts the man at a stoplight near the town's border. With a display of authority and a hint of threat, Alexander manages to extricate the man from his vehicle, subduing him long enough to pave the way for a resolution that involves erasing or altering the man's memory to protect the secret existence of Haven's supernatural inhabitants. The episode closes with the situation under control, but Alexander is left to ponder the implications of the event, knowing full well that such encounters threaten the delicate balance between their hidden world and the unsuspecting human populace.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRAlexandra):SRAlexandra)
[Tue Feb 13 2024]
In the Main Dance Floor of The Succubus Club
The wide open space of dance floor takes up most of this open portion of
the club, warehouse ceilings high and fixed with a multitude of appropriate
strobing and colorful lights. Lounge furniture is spaced along the outer
walls to watch the dance floor and provide a place for seating and drinks as
the thrum of high energy dance music and trap remixes of popular songs
pulses from the speakers. Waitresses in skimpy attire move between the
seating and throngs of people to take and deliver drink orders on site, and
the rounded double stairs converge together on a sky balcony to look over
the floor below.
A hallway leads to vending and bathrooms, as well as a steady stream of
people who seem to be getting club drugs from one source or another in that
direction. The front bar is partially partitioned behind the dance floor
near the entrance, a more suitable place for conversational drinks as the
music allows for limited version in the main club.
It is night, about 7F(-13C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
Alexander tucks away the remnants of the beer as he makes to head out of the Succubus. It's been a relaxing day. Slept in, deepened his mastery over the arcane, hung out with some folks. Travelled to the mystical Goblin Market and made some deals. Fought in a pitched battle in the shadowy nightmare realm against a friend and lost. The average stuff, the normal time in Haven well satisfied. What's next for him? He isn't sure. Stretching his legs is reason enough.
Before Alexander can get out of the club though, he hears a commotion coming from the bathrooms. "What the fuck!? Who the fuck? How did you fucks fucking fuck this fucking place the fuck up like that!? Fuck!" comes the eloquent shouting from a man who is now fully embraced in the fight-flight-or-freeze response, and has decided flight is his best option, once the OODA loop crunches back into gear to get the wheels spinning.
The man in question is about five foot seven, decent casual suit, nice shoes, and even a tie. He has brown hair and green, wide, terrified eyes. He glances back over his shoulder toward the bathrooms as he flees for the front door. A man and a woman stand over near the bathrooms that the crowd has backed away from. She is taller, wearing a clingy black dress, with black hair, super dark brown eyes, and the kind of skin that screams vampire. The man with her is a little shorter than her, but still taller than the fleeing dude. This one has blond hair, blue eyes, and looks a bit woozy. And not just from drinking. A pair of healing marks on his neck serve as a warning to vampires trying to feed in public spaces while making it look like a make out session. A moment later, the pair disappears into the Nightmare, clouding everyone's perception of them in that instant blink.
Thankfully, the brown haired man that was cussing up a storm did not witness the disappearance, as he refocused on the door to try to run away.
Alexander turns towards the noise with a weary kind of impatient. He checks his jacket, finds his knife, finds his subcompact handgun and lowers his hands. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself and waits. When the man emerges Alexander does his best to blend in, he doesn't react to the man, he isn't Alexander's concern. The woman on the other hand absolutely is, and then man beside her as well. He shifts forward, toward the mirror and lets out a quiet growl, then turns to the man instead, giving a sharp whistle. "Hold up," he tries to say, moving toward him.
What half drunk, terrified man fleeing a vampire drinking someone's blood has ever stopped because someone said 'Hold on,' 'freeze,' or 'stop or I'll shoot?' Absolutely none. The whistle does not help, though the people in the club give Alexander some room and back away to give him a path to get out if he wants. The scared man is absolutely booking it toward the parking lot where his car is parked.
Outside, he is half way to his car before Alexander could make it to the front door. The car he intends to get into is a few years old, a Toyota Camry. Cheap, sensible. The sort of car a guy drives when he is not concerned about impressing people with it. He fumbles with his keys to get them out of his pocket to unlock the door on the way to it, trying to save as much time as he can between touching the door handle and peeling out of the parking lot.
Some of the club goers might wander out behind Alexander to try to figure out what exactly is going on. Amongst the crowd, someone mentions that they have "called the sheriff's department, because that guy totally shouldn't be driving like that." No sirens can be heard yet, but that puts a timer on whatever Alexander might be about to do with this guy before something far worse potentially occurs.
Alexander steps out of the club and gives a nod to folks with a very 'I've got this' kind of look to him to help calm them down. His familiarity with the Sheriff's in town probably won't help too much so he decides to make this quick. The city streets aren't usually one to be of much use for his powers over nature. Not that he thinks he wants to wrap this guy up with so many potential eyes around. Devilwood wasn't exactly a 'witness' territory. Most people minded their own, but the last thing he wanted was Venice trouble.
"Hey! Watch out, they're in your car," he calls out when he gets close, trying to stop the guy from peeling off in his vehicle. Then he waves generously. "Slow down, I know what happened, I'm trying to help," he insists. But he gets ready to make a move. He'd much rather be tracking down the duo this guy was running from. He couldn't care less about this secret nonsense, but he's got a pretty good idea there's a price he won't wanna pay.
Given this particular man is a walking Venice Violation in action, Alexander's feelings on the matter are probably valid and correct. Handling him quickly before HSD shows up is definitely the right course of action. In this case, the guy has just touched the handle to his car when Alexander shouts about 'them being in his car,' and that does make him hesitate. Like a stutter in his motion, rather than a full stop. Because his brain is on auto-pilot, he still opens the door before turning to look at Alexander like he has demonic horns, wings, and a tail.
The OODA loop grinds more as it slams back into gear, and he yells at Alexander, "You're probably fucking with them, fuck off!" He sits in the car, pulls the door shut, and immediately hits the lock button. Then he gets his key into the ignition and turns it. Hard to imagine cars still have actual keys, but that's how old his is. Camries aren't known for luxury at the price point he entered for that particular pool.
The vampire and the man inside have probably long since vacated the premises, and are most likely heading to a mirror with less scrutiny to escape the responsibility for what has happened. Typical vampire shenanigans, really.
Alexander weighs his options. He could shoot out the tires, then it's just a mundane crime the HSD can snag him for. Yeah that'll fix it. He could attempt to cool man break into the guys car, not really his forte. He could summon forth his mystical toy robot and tail him, then track him later. Could that even work? Best chance is to appeal to the dumbass. He can only do so much.
"Seriously, wait! You saw what happened, alright, you're not insane but you think your shit heap car is going to outrace shit like that!?" he yells. "Just stop for a fucking second and hear me out. I won't even come close." He gazes over at his own shitheap car. Lamest car chase ever? Come on.
Can the guy even hear Alexander through a close door, closed windows, an engine trying to rattle itself off the frame, and the suddenly blasting heater that is filling his car with cold air from outside? Probably not beyond a word or three here or there. Which means the lamest car chase ever begins in three... two... one. Go! The guy throws his car into park and mashes down the gas, which results in, disappointingly little in the way of tire squealing or peeling out. Sadly, the Camry is not designed for drag racing, so it just put-puts along. The driver at least has enough common sense to start turning the wheel to direct it toward the road to take off. Traffic does not flow quickly through Haven, even under the best of circumstances. Blame it on demonic intervention like in Good Omens. Lights are always red when you want them to be green, green when you want them to be red, and blinking when the power goes out OFTEN.
If Alexander acts quickly, he can probably catch the driver in the Camry, but a high speed chase through Haven is unlikely to occur or end well for either party.
Alexander rolls his eyes, he's not going to shoot the guys tires out, he's not gonna break his windows. He isn't hopping into his own car and doing a cool guy movie chase. There's no way, he's just not gonna do this. He tries to move alongside the guys car as he 'peels' off and knocks on his window, looking more bored than furious now. He has exactly one trump card left if this blows up in his face. Contact the Order and tell them to take care of it. The license plate will be easy enough to manage.
Ronan arrives in time to see Alexander chasing after a Toyota Camry trying to peel out, banging on the car windows, and trying to get the driver to stop. Which has the exact opposite effect: dude floors the accelerator to try to get the hell away from the guy banging on his windows. That leaves Alexander in the parking lot, memorizing the Camry's license plate. Thankfully, the Camry does not clip Ronan his vehicle on the way out of the parking lot. There are some clubgoers still gathered at the entrance to the club watching the scene play out. Some of the comments floating out of the crowd are, "My guy, let him go, he's just not that into you," and "Run, Forrest, Run!" or the crowd favorite that elicits a bit of collective laughter: "I wish guys would chase after me that hard," spoken by one very snazzily dressed man who fends off attempts to pat him on the shoulder while secretly loving the attention.
Ronan arrives on his motorcycle. Pulling up to the club. Only to witness... that. Figuring something's wrong for Alexander to be chasing after the Camry that way. With such desperation. He roars. "Hop on. You have five seconds." And, Ronan, is no liar. He is only given five seconds- before Ronan takes off after the vehicle on that Camry- with a bit of a more subtle approach. Keeping a distance. Biding Ronan's time. "What's up with that Camry? Or rather. The driver?" He'd ask Alexander, if Alexander hopped on in time.
Alexander exhales, a short gaze at the stranger and his intel does him wonders. He nods, and moves to hop on. "Poor schlub saw shit he shouldn't. Treaty risk. Be nice, I'd much rather be hauling ass tracking down the ones he witnessed, some bitch vampire..." He makes a face. "I can call friends to handle it, but better we do."
Say what you will about bikers and machismo, today it strikes a blow for goodness. The crowd cheers at the budding bromance, and they start filtering back inside, as there is not much they will get to see of what comes next.
Ronan is easily able to catch back up to the Camry. The driver does not realize it is a car chase, so he is actually super focused on obeying the rules. Probably because if HSD pulls him over, he's getting a breathalizer and a night in the tank. The Camry's driver turns to head down Franklin, and given the relative lack of housing, the tightness of the market on Main, and Ronan's familiarity with the remaining housing of the trailer park, this guy is actually trying to leave town entirely. Which is so much worse for him than he even realizes, and it is already pretty bad for him if Alexander cannot help the guy.
"Vampire bitch. Believe me. I'd rather track her down, too." Ronan notes over his shoulder. "But from the sounds of it. You don't have that information. So this is the best we have." His eyes narrow in on the driver, analyzing and coming up with a plan on the spot. "I'm going to leap off of the vehicle as soon as they hit the town limits, out of sight, out of mind, and cause a wreck. Be ready to take the handlebars. Don't hurt my baby."
Alexander scowls. "No! Don't do that, fuck, if he's out of sight of them I'll...we really don't need to hurt him!" he insists. "We'll wipe his memory of it, extremely clean. Just get him to stop!"
The driver stops. Repeatedly. At each and every light and stop sign. Because Haven's demonic traffic light system ensures it. It would give Ronan time to pull up beside the Camry with little issue. By this point though, the pair would be able to see into the tint-less windows of the Camry and see that the guy inside is speaking very animatedly to himself. Or, more likely, to someone at the other end of a phone call. Who knows what he has already said, but the situation is definitely spiraling out of control. If the Council hears about this...
Ronan just keeps driving behind the man. Keeping out of sight as best as he can- and if not out of sight, then far enough behind so as not to be suspicious. Waiting for the moment. There's nothing Ronan can do about the phone, for now.
"Pull up beside him, break the window and haul him out, you look tough?" Alexander insists.
The Camry continues down Franklin and turns onto Mariner's Highway to head for the exit out of town. There is only one more light before they get out of Haven. The intersection in front of the Tranquility Farm will be the last opportunity for the pair to stop this guy from getting into way more trouble than he or his Camry can likely handle.
Alexander is forced to make a tough call, as the chase slows, another long light begins and he hops off the bike. "You're plan B!" Alexander says over the motor before dashing up to the car. He uses his knife to shatter the window and then reaches in, grabbing the mans arms and hauling him up. He other hand snatches the door and pulls it up to heave him out. He hopes it's a quiet intersection, but the time for fucking around ended several lights ago.
Lamest car chase has officially ended! "What the fuck!?" the man screams as Alexander manages to both shatter the glass and get a hold of his arm. Dragging the guy out of the car proves a bit more difficult however, as when the handle gets pulled to open the door, the man inside shoulder slams into the door, hitting Alexander with it and knocking him back a bit. Not off his feet or onto his ass, but definitely in the 'you will feel that in the morning' kinda way. The man has not put the car into park though, so when he pulls his foot off the brake, the car starts forward. With him still in it, seat belt buckled and all. But at this point, Alexander has committed, so it is time to see how it all goes down.
"What's going on? Did something happen?" a voice asks on the car's speaker. "Did they get you?" the voice asks in a hushed whisper, that is still loud on said speaker.
Alexander says "Officer...Williams here! he bellows in his best authoritative voice. "Step out of the vehicle! I am placing you under arrest for suspicion of drunk driving!" He growls quietly and REALLY wishes literally anyone else was here to manage this. He flicks the knife around to the mans throat as surreptitiously as he can manage in the circumstance. In a harsh and commanding voice he tries to manage a quiet, "Play along or they will kill you." Honesty adding to the effect he hopes."
At this point, Alexander has things somewhat under control. The man hastily puts the car in park, then undoes the seat belt and gets out of the car. He has no idea what he is actually playing along with at this point, but eventually, Alexander manages to get his car off the road and transported to somewhere for a long, serious talk and a sit down, which may or may not involve removing memories or just giving a stern warning about going off and telling people everything that happened. In the end, everything gets smoothed over, thanks to the lamest car chase ever. But Alexander will still have some work to do regarding the blatant vampire feeding that took place. But that is a tale for another time.