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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Noah 240221
On a cold afternoon in Haven, as ominous stormclouds threaten the peace, Alexander finds himself in an unsettling predicament when his hand starts acting with a mind of its own. Napping in his car on Hart Avenue, he awakens not to tranquility but to the eerie sight of his hand turning on the ignition, fumbling with controls, and inexplicably beating against the window until it bruises and bleeds. Amidst attempts to reason with and command the rebellious limb, Alexander's struggles catch the attention of a bystander who, puzzled by the spectacle, dials for help. The cursed hand, relentless in its endeavors, forces Alexander to drive toward a cemetery, attempting dangerous maneuvers en route. Refusing to let the situation escalate, Alexander parks the car and, despite his hand's resistance, opts to proceed on foot, dragged along by the rogue limb's incomprehensible desires.
Alexander considers the possibility of a supernatural force at play, specifically a spirit possession leading them to the cemetery. His efforts to control or understand the hand's intentions introduce him to an ominous figure standing in their path. This confrontation, however, does not escalate into conflict; Alexander assigns no malice to the stranger. Nonetheless, the cursed hand appears ready for confrontation, its actions growing increasingly aggressive. In a desperate bid for assistance, Alexander appeals to the stranger, revealing the bizarre possession afflicting him. This shift from internal struggle to seeking external aid underscores the severity of Alexander's situation, pushing him into an uneasy alliance in the face of the supernatural.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRNoah):SRNoah)
[Tue Feb 20 2024]
On Hart Avenue
It is afternoon, about 20F(-6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been afflicted by a curse which takes away control of one of their limbs, which now has a new and likely destructive purpose. It is up to them to control the cursed limb for long enough for they and their allies to figure out how to contain or solve the problem.
)
It is a cold afternoon in Haven, stormclouds hanging ominously in the skies, as Alexander naps in his car. Perhaps the police should have something to say about it, but in Haven, the Police has far better things to be doing. Despite the man's peaceful sleep however - or perhaps because of it - one of his hands start moving, whether he wishes for it to or not. Turning the key in the contact, setting the gear into forwards after the engine announces its wake.
Alexander sits up, less asleep than resting his stares down at his hand suspiciously as it begins to move. A couple thoughts rush past his mind but none of them are, oh my god what's happening my hand is acting on its own. That feels...weirdly acceptable to this young man. He watches it a moment, but, since it's a hand and not his foot, he just presses the break to keep the car from rolling and studies it, as if expecting it to say something.
The hand, Alexander's hand, that is - starts fumbling with the steering wheel, looking for some sort of button, but seems frustrated as it slaps on the center of the wheel - causing the claxon to make a loud noise. It stays there for a bit, blissfully, as if giving up on whatever it was hoping for. Then, it punches the sidewindow. Once, then again, and before long at a continuous pace. Alexander can feel each and every punch, and the skin on his fist visibly damages with each hit of fist on tough glass.
Alexander flinches as as it hits the horn letting out a weak and weather SKWONK, signalling the horn. "Hey! HEY!" he tries to get it, his? it's? Attention. "There's-" He slams the glass and gasps and then grabs the hand with his other and pulls his body back. "HEY! Fucking settle down!" He commands it.
Fighting your own limb - it would be a comedy act if it wasn't painful, the fist unceasingly attacking the window even as Alexander pulls back, jerking forwards. As if irritated by the resistance, it takes a small break, trying to punch at the man's face. Meanwhile outside, someone stares at the car, seeming rather confused by the show, and then starts calling someone on their phone, staring at it all the while. Interrupted by a glance around and then to the street signs, The police, most likely.
Alexander growls. "Stop fighting me and we can work together! You want to go somewhere right! You dumb fucker! Just point! I'll take us!"
At that, the limb pauses for a moment, ceasing its incessant attacks. Then, puts its hand on the wheel. Apparently, the limb has no intention of pointing at all. Impatiently, it taps its fingers on the top of it.
Alexander rolls his eyes. "Give me a second you asshole, you punched me in the fucking nose," he winces and wipes the tears from his eyes. He leans out the window. "Practicing for a play! Sorry- I'm method." He's all smiles as he begins to pull away, letting his hand steer but he drives slow.
Letting a mysteriously rebelling limb is never not a good idea. Possibly. The person calling furrows their brow in confusion, watching the car drive off as the limb steers the car down the street. It's the turn where it starts becoming a little questionable - driving right over the curb as it heads into the direction of the cemetery. Before long, the car is swerving as if /trying/ to hit passersby, each jumping back in shock.
Alexander doesn't let this go on at all. Once he knows the destination he's quick, hit the breaks, pull in park, pull the key. Next stop, who possessed his hand to get to the cemetary? He considers what he knows, what ritual, what method, perhaps bodily compulsion? And while wrestling a hand...stop it? Fuck, he could really use...
...some help.
A helping hand, perhaps, would be most useful to Alexander. This hand however doesn't seem to be. The most common reason for losing control of your own body, for the supernatural that is, would be some sort of spirit possession - which may well explain the cemetery. But the hand doesn't seem to feel like cooperating at all with the man's curiosity, grabbing for the other hand, trying to take the key from him with a force beyond just Alexander' own.
Alexander says "Goddamnit! We'll walk! Alright! You fuckin' freak!"
Alexander lets him half the key but undoes his seatbelt, trying to pull himself out of the car.
The stray limb balls into a fist around the key, clearly irritated, but allows the change of plans. It /pulls/ towards the cemetery, as if intending to drag the man as citizens stop and stare at the bizarre display.
Alexander says "COMMUNITY THEATER!"
Alexander bellows. Allowing the hand to lead him as he runs down his options. Possession, he could cleanse it. If it's a ritual, he could unwork it. He thinks a moment, on the go a ritual would be impossible, but if he could placate the hand long enough he could trace it?
Alexander' claim gets him some dubious looks, though nobody thinks to question it out loud. Cleansing it or seeing if its a ritual using a trace would of course be reasonable options, but the limb in question isn't exactly being patient and giving Alexander much time to think. Before long, the graveyard is in sight and it seems to pull at Alexander even harder, threatening to topple the man if he doesn't care to keep his balance.
Alexander says "BUDDY IF YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU DRAG ME I WILL!"
Alexander tries to slow the hand down as he marches. "It'll be a lot slower!"
The limb doesn't seem to care particularly, continuing to drag Alexander along relentlessly even as an onlooker checks the local news for any escapees from the clinic. A rather burly man stands in-front of them, the hand leading them right at him - apparently not caring to go around. Be it by the smell, the pale white hair despite his young age, the pointed teeth, the experience or something else, Alexander may well be able to tell this is not someone he should mess with.
Alexander gazes at the man and offers him a polite nod. He has no bone to pick with his kind.
Alexander may not have a bone to pick, but the hand doesn't seem to agree, balling up into a fist as the man shifts slightly to the side, creating enough space for them to pass by. "Watch where you're walking." Comes in a low grumble, the fist noticeably tensing. It's considering to do something, it seems, though for now, not doing so, instead dragging Alexander along to the cemetery at a slightly slower pace.
Alexander says "Actually, hey! Considering! My hand is possessed and I could...use your help!"
Alexander considers the possibility of a supernatural force at play, specifically a spirit possession leading them to the cemetery. His efforts to control or understand the hand's intentions introduce him to an ominous figure standing in their path. This confrontation, however, does not escalate into conflict; Alexander assigns no malice to the stranger. Nonetheless, the cursed hand appears ready for confrontation, its actions growing increasingly aggressive. In a desperate bid for assistance, Alexander appeals to the stranger, revealing the bizarre possession afflicting him. This shift from internal struggle to seeking external aid underscores the severity of Alexander's situation, pushing him into an uneasy alliance in the face of the supernatural.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRNoah):SRNoah)
[Tue Feb 20 2024]
On Hart Avenue
It is afternoon, about 20F(-6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been afflicted by a curse which takes away control of one of their limbs, which now has a new and likely destructive purpose. It is up to them to control the cursed limb for long enough for they and their allies to figure out how to contain or solve the problem.
)
It is a cold afternoon in Haven, stormclouds hanging ominously in the skies, as Alexander naps in his car. Perhaps the police should have something to say about it, but in Haven, the Police has far better things to be doing. Despite the man's peaceful sleep however - or perhaps because of it - one of his hands start moving, whether he wishes for it to or not. Turning the key in the contact, setting the gear into forwards after the engine announces its wake.
Alexander sits up, less asleep than resting his stares down at his hand suspiciously as it begins to move. A couple thoughts rush past his mind but none of them are, oh my god what's happening my hand is acting on its own. That feels...weirdly acceptable to this young man. He watches it a moment, but, since it's a hand and not his foot, he just presses the break to keep the car from rolling and studies it, as if expecting it to say something.
The hand, Alexander's hand, that is - starts fumbling with the steering wheel, looking for some sort of button, but seems frustrated as it slaps on the center of the wheel - causing the claxon to make a loud noise. It stays there for a bit, blissfully, as if giving up on whatever it was hoping for. Then, it punches the sidewindow. Once, then again, and before long at a continuous pace. Alexander can feel each and every punch, and the skin on his fist visibly damages with each hit of fist on tough glass.
Alexander flinches as as it hits the horn letting out a weak and weather SKWONK, signalling the horn. "Hey! HEY!" he tries to get it, his? it's? Attention. "There's-" He slams the glass and gasps and then grabs the hand with his other and pulls his body back. "HEY! Fucking settle down!" He commands it.
Fighting your own limb - it would be a comedy act if it wasn't painful, the fist unceasingly attacking the window even as Alexander pulls back, jerking forwards. As if irritated by the resistance, it takes a small break, trying to punch at the man's face. Meanwhile outside, someone stares at the car, seeming rather confused by the show, and then starts calling someone on their phone, staring at it all the while. Interrupted by a glance around and then to the street signs, The police, most likely.
Alexander growls. "Stop fighting me and we can work together! You want to go somewhere right! You dumb fucker! Just point! I'll take us!"
At that, the limb pauses for a moment, ceasing its incessant attacks. Then, puts its hand on the wheel. Apparently, the limb has no intention of pointing at all. Impatiently, it taps its fingers on the top of it.
Alexander rolls his eyes. "Give me a second you asshole, you punched me in the fucking nose," he winces and wipes the tears from his eyes. He leans out the window. "Practicing for a play! Sorry- I'm method." He's all smiles as he begins to pull away, letting his hand steer but he drives slow.
Letting a mysteriously rebelling limb is never not a good idea. Possibly. The person calling furrows their brow in confusion, watching the car drive off as the limb steers the car down the street. It's the turn where it starts becoming a little questionable - driving right over the curb as it heads into the direction of the cemetery. Before long, the car is swerving as if /trying/ to hit passersby, each jumping back in shock.
Alexander doesn't let this go on at all. Once he knows the destination he's quick, hit the breaks, pull in park, pull the key. Next stop, who possessed his hand to get to the cemetary? He considers what he knows, what ritual, what method, perhaps bodily compulsion? And while wrestling a hand...stop it? Fuck, he could really use...
...some help.
A helping hand, perhaps, would be most useful to Alexander. This hand however doesn't seem to be. The most common reason for losing control of your own body, for the supernatural that is, would be some sort of spirit possession - which may well explain the cemetery. But the hand doesn't seem to feel like cooperating at all with the man's curiosity, grabbing for the other hand, trying to take the key from him with a force beyond just Alexander' own.
Alexander says "Goddamnit! We'll walk! Alright! You fuckin' freak!"
Alexander lets him half the key but undoes his seatbelt, trying to pull himself out of the car.
The stray limb balls into a fist around the key, clearly irritated, but allows the change of plans. It /pulls/ towards the cemetery, as if intending to drag the man as citizens stop and stare at the bizarre display.
Alexander says "COMMUNITY THEATER!"
Alexander bellows. Allowing the hand to lead him as he runs down his options. Possession, he could cleanse it. If it's a ritual, he could unwork it. He thinks a moment, on the go a ritual would be impossible, but if he could placate the hand long enough he could trace it?
Alexander' claim gets him some dubious looks, though nobody thinks to question it out loud. Cleansing it or seeing if its a ritual using a trace would of course be reasonable options, but the limb in question isn't exactly being patient and giving Alexander much time to think. Before long, the graveyard is in sight and it seems to pull at Alexander even harder, threatening to topple the man if he doesn't care to keep his balance.
Alexander says "BUDDY IF YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU DRAG ME I WILL!"
Alexander tries to slow the hand down as he marches. "It'll be a lot slower!"
The limb doesn't seem to care particularly, continuing to drag Alexander along relentlessly even as an onlooker checks the local news for any escapees from the clinic. A rather burly man stands in-front of them, the hand leading them right at him - apparently not caring to go around. Be it by the smell, the pale white hair despite his young age, the pointed teeth, the experience or something else, Alexander may well be able to tell this is not someone he should mess with.
Alexander gazes at the man and offers him a polite nod. He has no bone to pick with his kind.
Alexander may not have a bone to pick, but the hand doesn't seem to agree, balling up into a fist as the man shifts slightly to the side, creating enough space for them to pass by. "Watch where you're walking." Comes in a low grumble, the fist noticeably tensing. It's considering to do something, it seems, though for now, not doing so, instead dragging Alexander along to the cemetery at a slightly slower pace.
Alexander says "Actually, hey! Considering! My hand is possessed and I could...use your help!"