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Rashids Odd Encounter Sr Harriet 250101
Rashid, in his wolf form, experiences an odd encounter on a chilly night in front of an Edwardian manor house. His attempts to enter the manor are interrupted by a frantic man named Jimmy, dressed in 1980s attire and raving about supernatural conspiracies. Rashid's playful aggression, mistaken for hostility by the terrified Jimmy, leads to a chaotic chase full of desperation and miscommunication. Jimmy tries to defend himself with a vape pen and pleads for help, believing Rashid to be a monstrous beast. Despite Jimmy's attempts to communicate with Rashid, the wolf's inability to understand English only heightens the tension and fear, resulting in a spectacle of Jimmy running in panic, desperately trying to escape.
As Rashid toys with Jimmy, another character, Kah, arrives on the scene. Kah, witnessing the commotion, decides not to intervene directly but rather to watch as Rashid continues to playfully torment Jimmy. The situation escalates as Rashid destroys Jimmy’s beloved Walkman and sneezes on him repeatedly, adding to Jimmy's humiliation and distress. Eventually, Kah decides to knock Jimmy unconscious to end the ordeal, resulting in Jimmy being taken away by clinic workers. They wipe his memories of the encounter, allowing him to return to his life, albeit without the jacket, shoes, or any recollection of his supernatural revelation. Rashid and Kah then leave the scene, with the night’s events serving as a bizarre encounter that blurs the lines between playful misunderstanding and the chaotic reality of a world where the supernatural remains hidden just beneath the surface.
(Rashid's odd encounter(SRHarriet):SRHarriet)
[Tue Dec 31 2024]
At in front of a stone manor house
This manor features an impressive Edwardian stone facade, with towering
Northern and Southern wings reaching towards the sky. The gray stone is
adorned with intricate carvings and details, while wisteria and other floral
vines climp up the front of the manor, their delicate tendrils wrapping
around the stone and softening the imposing structure. Before the main
doors, a wide, sweeping path of aged cobblestones is flanked by immaculately
manicured lawns that stretch out to the edges of the property. The drive is
bordered by immaculate gardens, with perfectly manicured lawns and
meticulously pruned topiaries in various geometric shapes. Flower beds are
arranged in intricate patterns, showcasing a vibrant array of colors from
roses, lilies, and hydrangeas, their sweet fragrances mingling in the air.
A grand fountain stands at the center of the path, its cascading waters
creating a soothing ambience that complements the gentle rustling of
leaves in the nearby trees. The fountain is surrounded by a circular
arrangement of colorful flowers, their delicate petals dancing in the
gentle breeze.
It is night, about 23F(-5C) 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.
)
Rashid(wolf) patiently waits at the door, slamming his head into it a few times. In, what may be some attempt to knock upon it. Stubbornly though, the wolf does not cease, pawing, clawing, even smooshing his maw upon the door handle, trying desperately to get it open. Then he gazes up at the manor before him, yapping a few times, impatiently.
Someone is muttering frantically to themselves, and Rashid(wolf) can absolutely hear it. A man in his mid forties is clad in a vintage Michael Jackson Thriller jacket and neon leg warmers, and he's pacing whilst also slowly but surely making his way down the road. Is he on meth? He almost appears to be tweaking out, but primal instincts can likely detect fear and an extreme amount of stress. The dude has a vape pen and a half-eaten energy bar clutched in one hand. "This is bogus. This is totally bogus!" the man is yelling, and holds a genuine Walkman in his other hand like it is his lifeline. Blue eyes are wide and dart nervously about, searching for answers that seem nowhere to be found. He murmurs something about having uncovered the greatest conspiracy yet, and then cries out, "This is even wilder than birds not actually being real!" Clearly, he is overwhelmed with what he has uncovered, whatever it may be. Sweat drips from his forehead despite the coolness of the weather. Then, he suddenly notices Rashid(wolf) in the distance, and the sheer size alone of that beast has him halting and staring. He's frozen mid-step, with high-top sneakers squeaking up until that point on the pavement. Eyes grow impossibly wide, now, and his mouth drops open in an exaggerated "O" that is reminiscent of an overacted reaction in a campy nineteen eighties horror flick. That Walkman gets clutched at even tighter, with his knuckles turning white. Perhaps this relic is a talisman that might protect him from the wolf ahead. Neon leg warmers tremble with his shaking limbs and knobby knees knock together. The man takes half a step backward, shoulders hitching up nearly to his ears in a futile attempt to try and make himself look smaller. Faint and strangled, a gasp escapes his dry lips not unlike the opening note of Take On Me.
Sadly, for the man, and for everyone else in Haven, Rashid(wolf) cannot speak English, nor understand it. So, instead, the very large wolf listens to the tones of the man's voice, tilting his head this way and that as he begins yelling. Detecting fear and stress? That practically makes the Iberian canine salivate. And then, the newfound prey pauses, in the middle of his walk, seeing Rashid(wolf).
Playfully, the wolf begins to thunder forward, trampling everything in his way. Flowers? Check. Sapling tree? Check. Grass? Definitely check. And it's becoming quite clear that the man with his Walkman is the target of the canine's playful aggression. 'Bark' goes the wolf. Bark, bark, bark. The clumsy fluffy thing adds in a few yaps and growls too, lifting his tail up high and wagging that thing so that it becomes a blur of color.
Oh dear. The man's terror is bursting forth like an over-the-top scene from a low-budget slasher flick. Given his attire, he's probably seen enough of those films to have the acting down pat and ingrained in his brain so it comes naturally in response when put in a situation such as this. His entire body jerks like he's just been hit by a bolt of lightning. He jerks so much so that the Walkman almost flies out of his right hand, but his vice-like grip ends up securing it. "HOLY KNIGHT RIDER! You've gotta be kidding me!" Yes, that is what he just said in a voice that cracks, and he looks about, but finds nothing to save him. With Rashid(wolf) coming at him, he lifts both hands and waves them, letting them flail towards the sky like there could be aliens on high that he can signal. "Stay back, Cujo! I've got... uh... I've got--" Well, he's got that Michael Jackson jacket, a vape pen, and an energy bar, neither of which can empower him with ninja fighting skills. Seeing as no little green men are summoned to protect him, he ends up pointing the vape pen at Rashid(wolf) as if it were an actual weapon. "One puff on this, and you're gonna wish you stayed in the woods my dude!" However, he is terrified, and after that threat he is shrieking like a squealing cassette tape that was long forgotten, and he turns around, and does what you should never do... the man runs. Man is he spooked, and his arms are flailing in uncoordinated panic as neon leg warmers flash while high-tops slap against the pavement in a very uneven rhythm. This is way more Footloose than, say, Chariots of Fire, and every few steps, he nearly trips over himself because he's throwing wild glances over at the incoming beast that is barreling toward him. "You can do this Jimmy!" he's pep talking himself. "Don't stop believin'!" becomes his mantra.
There's a lot of noise happening in front of Rashid(wolf), that only causes him to run even harder after the man as he sort of resembles some squealing prey. Probably. There's a bunch of English words tossed out that the wolf definitely doesn't understand, and it's clear when the beast pauses a moment to cock his head, at both the words and the squealing. And then he's back to dashing after the odd human, pounding feet to ground to get him closer, ever closer to his new-found prey. Especially when he waves that shiny thing around and squawks at him. It's clear that Rashid(wolf) somehow sees this all as some sort of game, especially after the man begins darting off. Or more aptly put, stumbling off. And around. And really not keeping any coordination whatsoever. There's a few woofs thrown here and there as the beast pants and thuds his paws along the ground.
Fight or flight is definitely a thing, and this man can't fight, nor can he fly, but he can certainly devolve into pure chaos. His movements are so erratic and wild that he is the very image of a neon-coloured sausage flopping around on a hot grill. Every single attempt at a straight path turns into a stumble or a zig zag, which is great if you're fleeing from an alligator, but Rashid(wolf) is not a big old lizard. Alas. The man's Thriller jacket is flapping behind him like a cape that has absolutely given up on trying to look cool, all while his arms continue in their desperate attempt to act like wings. "Stay BACK! BACK, I SAY!" he screeches out. His voice is so high pitched you'd think he might have gotten kicked in the balls, really. Those 'woof' noises send him into a brand new spiral of terror. "OH HOLY MIAMI VICE, this isn't happening! It's all a dream! You can't catch me, Lassie!" There is nothing to hide behind, not even a light pole for him to seek minimal refuge. "No, no, no! I'm not even tasty! I found out vampires are real! They are real! And I'm too rad to die! My nana told me! Stay back!" His squeaky high-tops hit a slick spot on the asphalt... and he flies -- albeit briefly, until he's fumbling and sprawled out on his back on the blacktop.
is likely to have been drawn in this direction from the linger of a howl he'd heard some time past. Curiosity, and the fact he was out prowling through the outskirts of the town already. A dash of luck, who knows what will help find Kah happening upon the sight of a beast he knows in Rashid(wolf).
As soon as an the opportunity is given, especially with that jacket flying around, Rashid(wolf) lunges and bites it, suddenly lowering his hind legs to fling the running neon man into the grass. An opportunity to pounce upon him. Still, playful, the Iberian wolf tilts his head and growls, yanking and yanking at that fluttering jacket. Like a good ol' match of tug of war. When someone is spotted though, the beast gives him too a friendly woof, though his focus is soon to draw over neon-sausage man, whom he continues to harass by tugging his jacket and yanking his head this way and that way to throw him to the ground.
As soon as an the opportunity is given, especially with that jacket flying around, Rashid(wolf) lunges and bites it, suddenly lowering his hind legs to fling the running neon man into the grass. An opportunity to pounce upon him. Still, playful, the Iberian wolf tilts his head and growls, yanking and yanking at that fluttering jacket. Like a good ol' match of tug of war. When Kah is spotted though, the beast gives him too a friendly woof, though his focus is soon to draw over neon-sausage man, whom he continues to harass by tugging his jacket and yanking his head this way and that way to throw him to the ground.
The pace of march that Kah takes slows to a trot, and then a walk, as he spies Rashid(wolf) and now more clearly the thing it's rag-dolling in the manner of the form he wears. There's a snort of amusement that comes through Kah's nostrils as he slows down to a halt. Head tilting, the intense blue eyes of the large man watch through the shadows at the playful behavior. "And here I thought he was nothing but serious. Must be the phone." His words are quiet though, for himself more than anythiing. It won't stop sharp ears from picking them up though.
Welp, this nineteen eighties style dude is definitely a neon bundle of pure panic and indignation -- his arms wave about wildly, slapping at the air even before Rashid(wolf) is on him, sort of like he's conducting the world's worst orchestra, but the moment his Thriller jacket is firmly clamped in the wolf's jaws, he is screeching, "Let go, you oversized Furby! This jacket is vintage!" An unintentional falsetto is involved there. As Kah steps into view, the man's blue eyes are widening again. "HELP! HELP ME!" he's desperately crying out, terrified of the beast that is trying to play with him, since he was running away frantically and obviously attracted the big old puppy. Desperately, he's trying to wiggle free, legs with their leg warmers on kicking useless and he's really no more useful than an overturned action figure as he lies there mostly defeated on the street. "Listen, dude! If you're not on team Lassie over here, help me out! I've got.... I've got five bucks and half of a granola bar!" Indeed, he has a half eaten energy bar in his hand. A vape pan is fallen at his side, and he's clutching for dear life at a genuine Walkman.
"Why?" Kah says out to the man simply, when his voice rises and calls out to him for help. The question seems genuinely, honestly confused at the prospect as an unruly mane of silver hair falls over his face when he shakes his head. He's dressed a sight for the man anyway, clothing that blends in well with the night, ... and the silver-faced shield and spear he's known for. "It won't matter, soon enough." Resting his weight on the butt of that weapon, he waits for the other wolf as his eyes shift past the human and toward Rashid(wolf). "Where did you find this one? He is not as vintage as I am." Very flat attempts at humor - Kah is definitely on the scene.
That granola bar is soon to disappear. Because Rashid(wolf) notices the granola bar in his hand and lunges for it, letting go of the jacket, snuffling like a dog on the zoomies who just got tempted by a treat. Snap. Then the big wolf is turning on his legs, watching the man screech and squawk. Thud goes his feet as he playfully bows at the new chew-toy he's just practically kidnapped, wagging that tail of his like the rag-doll he just made the neon sausage man into. It doesn't take too long for him to lunge either, eyes widened, sniffling the man's face. And then he sneezes. He sneezes a lot. Right into the man's face.
With another snort, Kah just crouches now. Whatever this is, he doesn't seem to be entirely neccesary for Rashid(wolf) to deal with it. Someone who stuck their nose in, or took a look too close. It's no doubt they won't be looking too eager to do that again anytime soon. He gives a chuckle before letting his head kind of swivel and move without ever really shifting his position or neck, watching the man get thrown around. The man's safety is far from a priority for Kah though he will eventualy have to call out. "Why are you harrying this man, anyway? The night grows long, but not that long."
For a split second, the nineteen eighties superfan freezes and his brain is probably trying to recalibrate, but the fact that his precious Michael Jackson Thriller jacket has been spared seems to bring a little relief. It's the realisation that his energy bar has been devoured that is causing the hiccup. But then he's sneezed on. Right in the damn face. Large dog snot is not his favourite thing, based on his reaction of further panic. "My granola bar!" he's wailing out and that voice of his is cracking off into another falsetto. He still hasn't been kicked in the testicles, but boy oh boy does he have a high range. His face is twisting with horror as he wipes at a cheek with the back of the hand that holds his beloved Walkman. "You just slimed me! This is a real life Ghostbuster situation! Oh! This is just great! NOOOO! It's not great! Vampires are real and now you just sneezed on me you mangy mut!" He's really trying to scramble back to his feet, but he's wobbling like a baby deer. "I just want to go home and tell the world what I found out, not become doggy chow! Heel Lassie! Sit! Stay!" With Kah not assisting, he's assuming that man is on 'team Lassie' after all. "I wasn't ready for all of this today! I wasn't ready!" he cries out, flopping around like the neon sausage that he basically is.
His head turning askew again, Kah's eyebrows raise up as he hears the man crying out. He doesn't recognize some of what he says, but the rest ... "well, then. Rashid ... this is not allowed. He cannot be allowed."
Sadly for Kah, and for the man Rashid(wolf) is harassing, the wolf doesn't understand English any better in his wolf form than he does in his man form. And so, when the bronzed man speaks, the pupper lifts his head and woofs at him. Blankly staring. Then he's back to using the man as a chew toy, nipping at his jacket to shake the crap out of the superfan. Probably to give him shaken-baby syndrome. Or probably because he's a canine that found something really loud to sink his teeth into. Quite literally, as he's sinking his fangs into that jacket, probably on the verge of ripping it to shreds.
When Kah speaks to Rashid(wolf) again, the Iberian flavored wolf lifts his head and yaps again, before pawing the man beneath him with dish sized paws. Probably accidentally shredding his clothes too with those razor sharp claws of his.
There's a sheepish moment of realization on Kah's face then, and he's giving a grunt of foolishness as he shakes his own head again. "Right ..." The best he can do is Egyptian, which while similar isn't likely to translate entirely well to the language of the man's homeland. When the wolf gives him that second look, Kah will make a sharp gesture across his throat, something universal in that sense. If this man isn't from around here, tonight could be his last. To that man, Kah's calling out now. "That would be unwise, because then we would have to kill you. If you value your life ... I think tonight would be a good night to forget about. Forever."
"MY JACKET!" the blue eyed man shrieks as he continues to flail in a last ditch effort to free himself from Rashid(wolf). rather unsuccessfully. Each high pitched cry is echoing through the chilly night, and if you're familiar with the singer, it seems that he's listened to quite a bit of Bonnie Tyler given the high note he's able to hit. "This is a limited edition! Do you even understand what /vintage/ means, you four-legged fashion disaster?!" As if his nineteen eighties neon apparel was any better than a pelt covered wolf's attire. He attempts to twist away from the massive paws, and his leg warmers, bright green as they were, are now smeared with dirt and his high-tops are scuffed up. "NOT THE SHOES, TOO!" he howls out, not in a wolfish manner, but like a school girl. It's like a climactic scene in a made for television drama. Desperate still, he looks to Kah, "Dude! Medieval times guy! Dude! Yeah, you! HELP ME! You can't let me die like this, covered in dog snot and pay prints! This isn't a righteous death! I was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory revealing to the world that birds are a conspiracy, vampires are real -- not as Lassie's fucking chew toy!" But he's soon understanding that Kah is not moving to help him, and Rashid(wolf) is unfazed by all of his thrashing. "How would Knight Rider handle this?! Kill me, whaaaaaat?! I just want to go home!"
The screaming elicits more playful woofing from Rashid(wolf) as the man beneath his paws squirms and flings more nonsensical English words at him. However, instead of just tearing his jacket to shreds, now the pupper is batting the poor guy around with his gigantic paws, woofing a little. Most definitely slobbering. Then, noticeably, the Iberian flavored wolf glances at the shoes. Those delicious, tempting shoes. Snapping at his feet, the wolf latches on to those shoes, desperately trying to yank, and steal them, from the man who's very much screeching about his shoes. To no avail, of course. It's doubtful that if the wolf even understood, that he would listen or obey the weak man flopping on the ground.
As soon as Kah makes the gesture, that's easily understandable by the wolf. Though, he's probably on the way to accidentally offing the poor neon sausage as he continues to yank and yank and yank some more to get those delightful shoes off the dude. Growling with his maw full all the while.
When it seems that Rashid(wolf) does indeed seem to pick up the meaning from Kah, he just nods his head once in silence. Then he's shifting his hands, driving the spear butt into the ground enough to hold it there for a moment at least. His phone ... and a call to a certain set of medical personnell that might find whatever's left of this man in a few minutes useful .. if it's left breathing. He makes a quick tip - the nature of the balance between them and the town's more nocturnal residents, and then his attention returns to the show at hand. It's a new thing, but the man's suffering will only serve him, now. He lets it wash over him.
Just then, an Eastern Screech Owl is flying by. Real or not, that just happened. Blue eyed nineteen eighties dude, formerly introduced as Jimmy -- at least that can be presumed based on the fact he seemed to be talking to himself in an attempt to provide a pep talk as Rashid(wolf) was dashing after him -- notices the small, stocky bird, and he is quick to point out, "The government's spy agent! Dracula can't be far behind!" Despite the ridiculousness of those words, he sounds like he is fairly serious, if not also high pitched and shrieky all the while. Jimmy is fully entrenched in his delusional terror, even if an actual werewolf is trying to eat his collector's jacket and now his shoes that have become the newfound favourite of Rashid(wolf). His legs keep trying to kick and he's crying, making sounds similar to a dying kazoo. That Walkman has not been lost. That device is like the Holy Grail to this man, and he's not letting it go. "Dracula is coming! They're working together! The birds! The wolves! And the government! The fucking government of 'Murica! And China! And Switzerland! The Swiss will get you with their lies! Neutral my ass!" But then he's realising his shoes are getting gnawed on. "VINTAGE REEBOKS! VINTAGE! You wouldn't understand, but they are literally my lucky charms!" He's clearly having a lucky day, after all... He reaches for his fallen vape pen. "Back off you fashion blind beast! I'll smite you with my vaporous doom stick!" he's shrieking out, grabbing the thing and then tries to bat at Rashid(wolf)'s snout with it, but he's getting sneezed on. AGAIN. "OH MY GOD, YOU DID IT AGAIN!" Doing his best to shimmy out of the jacket, he's trying to find freedom, but he's only managing to tangle himself further in his neon mess of leg warmers and terrible life choices. "This is it! This is how I go out! Like a tubular buffet platter for Cujo over here!" he's screaming at Kah. "HELP ME! I'll haunt you if I die!" He's just a poor human, sanctuary intact, and getting sneezed on by a werewolf, but he's definitely suffering.
There's a dark sense of humor that radiates off of Kah and he just watches on in silence for a time. Still protected, he eventually gives a grunt. Standing to his full measure, Kah gives a sharp whistle toward Rashid(wolf). He lifts his chin and he shifts his head aside. He doesn't seem to act with an imperious sense but it does seem a request for the animal to call off the man. "Let him go. There is nothing for it yes? The secret of the birds of Dracula will be revealed after all." He tries to keep his voice serious, but it's a difficult task under the best of circumstances. The man's ravings ... it's likely that what he does know will be lost in the ravings of an otherwise loony-bin nutjob. Still, body language is all he has to communicate with the other animal, so who's to say what Rashid(wolf) does.
The screech owl doesn't really distract Rashid(wolf), nor does the screeching. But the Walkman does. And the wolf is definitely going to continue sneezing all over the man, especially if his moist snout is hit. And when it is hit, he does let go of the man's shoe, only to lick his nose and sneeze again. And again. But the Walkman is an annoying device that needs to be taken care of, so Rashid(wolf) lunges for that to rip it out of the man's hand, no gentleness or carefulness still imbued in the way he does so. He snaps, and the man's going to let go or he's going to have his Walkman pulverized while it's still in his hand. And for good measure, while the man is still screaming, the hound lifts his head. And sneezes directly into the man's mouth.
When Kah whistles, the wolf let's go, kicking the dirt up on the man as a final 'hurrah', before bounding happily over to the one who called for him. And with some level of curiosity, he sits and tilts his head, thumping his fluffy tail against the ground.
The destruction of Jimmy's world unfolds in what can only be described as a slow-motion tragedy. Those blue eyes were already wide with terror moments before, but they now fill with despair as Rashid(wolf) lunges for his prized Walkman. "No, no, NOOOOOO!" he's howling out in ways that could almost shatter glass, and would probably get him in an A-Ha cover band easily enough if he really wanted to try that out. "IT'S A FUCKING SONY! You don't understand what it means to--" But the werewolf doesn't understand, nor would he care about just how much that battery operated device means to Jimmy here. As the Walkman snaps, Jimmy watched in abject horror as his Holy Grail, the music playing thing that has seen him through countless Journey marathons and Duran Duran dance parties is shredded before his very eyes. The tape inside unfurls like entrails. "Nooooooo!" he's wailing out, breaking into sobs right after. "It was limited edition! They don't even make these anymore! You monster! You might as well just have KILLED me!" He's a bit dramatic, but the final indignity hasn't even happened yet. Now it does. That moist, sneeze filled snout aims Jimmy's way, and that thunderous sneeze flies right into his open, wailing mouth. Gasping and sputtering, he produces a violent gag that is followed up by him expelling the remnants of his day which included a half digested mac and cheese meal and some tv dinner style Salisbury steak, and an alarming about of neon-green Jello and bile splattering across the blacktop of the road. "I'm dead. I have died..." he's uttering out as Rashid(wolf) bounds over ever so happily towards Kah. "My diginity.... gone... Walkman... gone... This is hell."
Walking over slowly, Kah looms over the man as he laments over the tragedy of his Walkman, but he might not see the fist that comes vying down toward his face, the intent of kocking him unconscious and leaving him. "The clinic will pick him up, or he'll crawl home. Either way ... just another whacko." He murmurs to himself before turning back toward Rashid(wolf). "A shame, I know." His words might go uncomprehended, but his tone carries amusement and commaraderie with the other lupine. Fishing out his own phone, Kah turns to search for an appropriate app since the beast isn't in the position to use his. "Let me see if I can ..." he mutters. His own hands are large, and the phone is always so small.
Seemingly satisfied, Rashid(wolf) blinks slowly towards Kah, panting up a storm while he gazes with those equally stormy eyes of his. Woof, is all that's uttered, or rather, woofed from the big puppy, who goes along thrashing his tail around before rolling over and around in the dirt and grass, certainly sullying himself up.
Finding the right application at last, Kah nods and he brings it up so he can hopefully get some sense of translation. In either case, he's not looking to stick around here. "We should go" he says to the phone, letting it bark out some sense of translation, Arabic is the closest the generic thing can come to no doubt. Apart from that, he'll turn to make his own departure, once he's reasonably assured things will ... sort thermselves out.
The nineteen-eighties dude, also self proclaimed as jimmy, stares up at Kah with glassy, unfocused eyes, and pieces of his neon-green Jell-o dinner still clings to the side of his face. It's probably the world's worst accessory. His dry lips are trembling in a silent protest against one final indignity, but he's spared the effort as someone fist connects solidly with his jaw, and his head lolls to the side, instantly silencing his theatrics, his screams, his mourning of his beloved Walkman... As he lies there sprawled and unconscious atop the road, jacketless and now shoeless, reeking of bile... and Kah and Rashid(wolf) likely leave the scene... footsteps approach, and the clinic workers arrive to haul him off after strapping the dude onto a stretcher. He's taken to an ambulance and the lights and sirens fade into the distance. He eventually gets medical treatment and a quick trip beneath the infamous Crown, having his memories of this evening wiped so he can go back to just being the unaware guy that thinks birds are a government conspiracy.
The nineteen-eighties dude, also self proclaimed as jimmy, stares up at Kah with glassy, unfocused eyes, and pieces of his neon-green Jell-o dinner still clings to the side of his face. It's probably the world's worst accessory. His dry lips are trembling in a silent protest against one final indignity, but he's spared the effort as Kah's fist connects solidly with his jaw, and his head lolls to the side, instantly silencing his theatrics, his screams, his mourning of his beloved Walkman... As he lies there sprawled and unconscious atop the road, jacketless and now shoeless, reeking of bile... and Kah and Rashid(wolf) likely leave the scene... footsteps approach, and the clinic workers arrive to haul him off after strapping the dude onto a stretcher. He's taken to an ambulance and the lights and sirens fade into the distance. He eventually gets medical treatment and a quick trip beneath the infamous Crown, having his memories of this evening wiped so he can go back to just being the unaware guy that thinks birds are a government conspiracy.
As Rashid toys with Jimmy, another character, Kah, arrives on the scene. Kah, witnessing the commotion, decides not to intervene directly but rather to watch as Rashid continues to playfully torment Jimmy. The situation escalates as Rashid destroys Jimmy’s beloved Walkman and sneezes on him repeatedly, adding to Jimmy's humiliation and distress. Eventually, Kah decides to knock Jimmy unconscious to end the ordeal, resulting in Jimmy being taken away by clinic workers. They wipe his memories of the encounter, allowing him to return to his life, albeit without the jacket, shoes, or any recollection of his supernatural revelation. Rashid and Kah then leave the scene, with the night’s events serving as a bizarre encounter that blurs the lines between playful misunderstanding and the chaotic reality of a world where the supernatural remains hidden just beneath the surface.
(Rashid's odd encounter(SRHarriet):SRHarriet)
[Tue Dec 31 2024]
At in front of a stone manor house
This manor features an impressive Edwardian stone facade, with towering
Northern and Southern wings reaching towards the sky. The gray stone is
adorned with intricate carvings and details, while wisteria and other floral
vines climp up the front of the manor, their delicate tendrils wrapping
around the stone and softening the imposing structure. Before the main
doors, a wide, sweeping path of aged cobblestones is flanked by immaculately
manicured lawns that stretch out to the edges of the property. The drive is
bordered by immaculate gardens, with perfectly manicured lawns and
meticulously pruned topiaries in various geometric shapes. Flower beds are
arranged in intricate patterns, showcasing a vibrant array of colors from
roses, lilies, and hydrangeas, their sweet fragrances mingling in the air.
A grand fountain stands at the center of the path, its cascading waters
creating a soothing ambience that complements the gentle rustling of
leaves in the nearby trees. The fountain is surrounded by a circular
arrangement of colorful flowers, their delicate petals dancing in the
gentle breeze.
It is night, about 23F(-5C) 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.
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Rashid(wolf) patiently waits at the door, slamming his head into it a few times. In, what may be some attempt to knock upon it. Stubbornly though, the wolf does not cease, pawing, clawing, even smooshing his maw upon the door handle, trying desperately to get it open. Then he gazes up at the manor before him, yapping a few times, impatiently.
Someone is muttering frantically to themselves, and Rashid(wolf) can absolutely hear it. A man in his mid forties is clad in a vintage Michael Jackson Thriller jacket and neon leg warmers, and he's pacing whilst also slowly but surely making his way down the road. Is he on meth? He almost appears to be tweaking out, but primal instincts can likely detect fear and an extreme amount of stress. The dude has a vape pen and a half-eaten energy bar clutched in one hand. "This is bogus. This is totally bogus!" the man is yelling, and holds a genuine Walkman in his other hand like it is his lifeline. Blue eyes are wide and dart nervously about, searching for answers that seem nowhere to be found. He murmurs something about having uncovered the greatest conspiracy yet, and then cries out, "This is even wilder than birds not actually being real!" Clearly, he is overwhelmed with what he has uncovered, whatever it may be. Sweat drips from his forehead despite the coolness of the weather. Then, he suddenly notices Rashid(wolf) in the distance, and the sheer size alone of that beast has him halting and staring. He's frozen mid-step, with high-top sneakers squeaking up until that point on the pavement. Eyes grow impossibly wide, now, and his mouth drops open in an exaggerated "O" that is reminiscent of an overacted reaction in a campy nineteen eighties horror flick. That Walkman gets clutched at even tighter, with his knuckles turning white. Perhaps this relic is a talisman that might protect him from the wolf ahead. Neon leg warmers tremble with his shaking limbs and knobby knees knock together. The man takes half a step backward, shoulders hitching up nearly to his ears in a futile attempt to try and make himself look smaller. Faint and strangled, a gasp escapes his dry lips not unlike the opening note of Take On Me.
Sadly, for the man, and for everyone else in Haven, Rashid(wolf) cannot speak English, nor understand it. So, instead, the very large wolf listens to the tones of the man's voice, tilting his head this way and that as he begins yelling. Detecting fear and stress? That practically makes the Iberian canine salivate. And then, the newfound prey pauses, in the middle of his walk, seeing Rashid(wolf).
Playfully, the wolf begins to thunder forward, trampling everything in his way. Flowers? Check. Sapling tree? Check. Grass? Definitely check. And it's becoming quite clear that the man with his Walkman is the target of the canine's playful aggression. 'Bark' goes the wolf. Bark, bark, bark. The clumsy fluffy thing adds in a few yaps and growls too, lifting his tail up high and wagging that thing so that it becomes a blur of color.
Oh dear. The man's terror is bursting forth like an over-the-top scene from a low-budget slasher flick. Given his attire, he's probably seen enough of those films to have the acting down pat and ingrained in his brain so it comes naturally in response when put in a situation such as this. His entire body jerks like he's just been hit by a bolt of lightning. He jerks so much so that the Walkman almost flies out of his right hand, but his vice-like grip ends up securing it. "HOLY KNIGHT RIDER! You've gotta be kidding me!" Yes, that is what he just said in a voice that cracks, and he looks about, but finds nothing to save him. With Rashid(wolf) coming at him, he lifts both hands and waves them, letting them flail towards the sky like there could be aliens on high that he can signal. "Stay back, Cujo! I've got... uh... I've got--" Well, he's got that Michael Jackson jacket, a vape pen, and an energy bar, neither of which can empower him with ninja fighting skills. Seeing as no little green men are summoned to protect him, he ends up pointing the vape pen at Rashid(wolf) as if it were an actual weapon. "One puff on this, and you're gonna wish you stayed in the woods my dude!" However, he is terrified, and after that threat he is shrieking like a squealing cassette tape that was long forgotten, and he turns around, and does what you should never do... the man runs. Man is he spooked, and his arms are flailing in uncoordinated panic as neon leg warmers flash while high-tops slap against the pavement in a very uneven rhythm. This is way more Footloose than, say, Chariots of Fire, and every few steps, he nearly trips over himself because he's throwing wild glances over at the incoming beast that is barreling toward him. "You can do this Jimmy!" he's pep talking himself. "Don't stop believin'!" becomes his mantra.
There's a lot of noise happening in front of Rashid(wolf), that only causes him to run even harder after the man as he sort of resembles some squealing prey. Probably. There's a bunch of English words tossed out that the wolf definitely doesn't understand, and it's clear when the beast pauses a moment to cock his head, at both the words and the squealing. And then he's back to dashing after the odd human, pounding feet to ground to get him closer, ever closer to his new-found prey. Especially when he waves that shiny thing around and squawks at him. It's clear that Rashid(wolf) somehow sees this all as some sort of game, especially after the man begins darting off. Or more aptly put, stumbling off. And around. And really not keeping any coordination whatsoever. There's a few woofs thrown here and there as the beast pants and thuds his paws along the ground.
Fight or flight is definitely a thing, and this man can't fight, nor can he fly, but he can certainly devolve into pure chaos. His movements are so erratic and wild that he is the very image of a neon-coloured sausage flopping around on a hot grill. Every single attempt at a straight path turns into a stumble or a zig zag, which is great if you're fleeing from an alligator, but Rashid(wolf) is not a big old lizard. Alas. The man's Thriller jacket is flapping behind him like a cape that has absolutely given up on trying to look cool, all while his arms continue in their desperate attempt to act like wings. "Stay BACK! BACK, I SAY!" he screeches out. His voice is so high pitched you'd think he might have gotten kicked in the balls, really. Those 'woof' noises send him into a brand new spiral of terror. "OH HOLY MIAMI VICE, this isn't happening! It's all a dream! You can't catch me, Lassie!" There is nothing to hide behind, not even a light pole for him to seek minimal refuge. "No, no, no! I'm not even tasty! I found out vampires are real! They are real! And I'm too rad to die! My nana told me! Stay back!" His squeaky high-tops hit a slick spot on the asphalt... and he flies -- albeit briefly, until he's fumbling and sprawled out on his back on the blacktop.
is likely to have been drawn in this direction from the linger of a howl he'd heard some time past. Curiosity, and the fact he was out prowling through the outskirts of the town already. A dash of luck, who knows what will help find Kah happening upon the sight of a beast he knows in Rashid(wolf).
As soon as an the opportunity is given, especially with that jacket flying around, Rashid(wolf) lunges and bites it, suddenly lowering his hind legs to fling the running neon man into the grass. An opportunity to pounce upon him. Still, playful, the Iberian wolf tilts his head and growls, yanking and yanking at that fluttering jacket. Like a good ol' match of tug of war. When someone is spotted though, the beast gives him too a friendly woof, though his focus is soon to draw over neon-sausage man, whom he continues to harass by tugging his jacket and yanking his head this way and that way to throw him to the ground.
As soon as an the opportunity is given, especially with that jacket flying around, Rashid(wolf) lunges and bites it, suddenly lowering his hind legs to fling the running neon man into the grass. An opportunity to pounce upon him. Still, playful, the Iberian wolf tilts his head and growls, yanking and yanking at that fluttering jacket. Like a good ol' match of tug of war. When Kah is spotted though, the beast gives him too a friendly woof, though his focus is soon to draw over neon-sausage man, whom he continues to harass by tugging his jacket and yanking his head this way and that way to throw him to the ground.
The pace of march that Kah takes slows to a trot, and then a walk, as he spies Rashid(wolf) and now more clearly the thing it's rag-dolling in the manner of the form he wears. There's a snort of amusement that comes through Kah's nostrils as he slows down to a halt. Head tilting, the intense blue eyes of the large man watch through the shadows at the playful behavior. "And here I thought he was nothing but serious. Must be the phone." His words are quiet though, for himself more than anythiing. It won't stop sharp ears from picking them up though.
Welp, this nineteen eighties style dude is definitely a neon bundle of pure panic and indignation -- his arms wave about wildly, slapping at the air even before Rashid(wolf) is on him, sort of like he's conducting the world's worst orchestra, but the moment his Thriller jacket is firmly clamped in the wolf's jaws, he is screeching, "Let go, you oversized Furby! This jacket is vintage!" An unintentional falsetto is involved there. As Kah steps into view, the man's blue eyes are widening again. "HELP! HELP ME!" he's desperately crying out, terrified of the beast that is trying to play with him, since he was running away frantically and obviously attracted the big old puppy. Desperately, he's trying to wiggle free, legs with their leg warmers on kicking useless and he's really no more useful than an overturned action figure as he lies there mostly defeated on the street. "Listen, dude! If you're not on team Lassie over here, help me out! I've got.... I've got five bucks and half of a granola bar!" Indeed, he has a half eaten energy bar in his hand. A vape pan is fallen at his side, and he's clutching for dear life at a genuine Walkman.
"Why?" Kah says out to the man simply, when his voice rises and calls out to him for help. The question seems genuinely, honestly confused at the prospect as an unruly mane of silver hair falls over his face when he shakes his head. He's dressed a sight for the man anyway, clothing that blends in well with the night, ... and the silver-faced shield and spear he's known for. "It won't matter, soon enough." Resting his weight on the butt of that weapon, he waits for the other wolf as his eyes shift past the human and toward Rashid(wolf). "Where did you find this one? He is not as vintage as I am." Very flat attempts at humor - Kah is definitely on the scene.
That granola bar is soon to disappear. Because Rashid(wolf) notices the granola bar in his hand and lunges for it, letting go of the jacket, snuffling like a dog on the zoomies who just got tempted by a treat. Snap. Then the big wolf is turning on his legs, watching the man screech and squawk. Thud goes his feet as he playfully bows at the new chew-toy he's just practically kidnapped, wagging that tail of his like the rag-doll he just made the neon sausage man into. It doesn't take too long for him to lunge either, eyes widened, sniffling the man's face. And then he sneezes. He sneezes a lot. Right into the man's face.
With another snort, Kah just crouches now. Whatever this is, he doesn't seem to be entirely neccesary for Rashid(wolf) to deal with it. Someone who stuck their nose in, or took a look too close. It's no doubt they won't be looking too eager to do that again anytime soon. He gives a chuckle before letting his head kind of swivel and move without ever really shifting his position or neck, watching the man get thrown around. The man's safety is far from a priority for Kah though he will eventualy have to call out. "Why are you harrying this man, anyway? The night grows long, but not that long."
For a split second, the nineteen eighties superfan freezes and his brain is probably trying to recalibrate, but the fact that his precious Michael Jackson Thriller jacket has been spared seems to bring a little relief. It's the realisation that his energy bar has been devoured that is causing the hiccup. But then he's sneezed on. Right in the damn face. Large dog snot is not his favourite thing, based on his reaction of further panic. "My granola bar!" he's wailing out and that voice of his is cracking off into another falsetto. He still hasn't been kicked in the testicles, but boy oh boy does he have a high range. His face is twisting with horror as he wipes at a cheek with the back of the hand that holds his beloved Walkman. "You just slimed me! This is a real life Ghostbuster situation! Oh! This is just great! NOOOO! It's not great! Vampires are real and now you just sneezed on me you mangy mut!" He's really trying to scramble back to his feet, but he's wobbling like a baby deer. "I just want to go home and tell the world what I found out, not become doggy chow! Heel Lassie! Sit! Stay!" With Kah not assisting, he's assuming that man is on 'team Lassie' after all. "I wasn't ready for all of this today! I wasn't ready!" he cries out, flopping around like the neon sausage that he basically is.
His head turning askew again, Kah's eyebrows raise up as he hears the man crying out. He doesn't recognize some of what he says, but the rest ... "well, then. Rashid ... this is not allowed. He cannot be allowed."
Sadly for Kah, and for the man Rashid(wolf) is harassing, the wolf doesn't understand English any better in his wolf form than he does in his man form. And so, when the bronzed man speaks, the pupper lifts his head and woofs at him. Blankly staring. Then he's back to using the man as a chew toy, nipping at his jacket to shake the crap out of the superfan. Probably to give him shaken-baby syndrome. Or probably because he's a canine that found something really loud to sink his teeth into. Quite literally, as he's sinking his fangs into that jacket, probably on the verge of ripping it to shreds.
When Kah speaks to Rashid(wolf) again, the Iberian flavored wolf lifts his head and yaps again, before pawing the man beneath him with dish sized paws. Probably accidentally shredding his clothes too with those razor sharp claws of his.
There's a sheepish moment of realization on Kah's face then, and he's giving a grunt of foolishness as he shakes his own head again. "Right ..." The best he can do is Egyptian, which while similar isn't likely to translate entirely well to the language of the man's homeland. When the wolf gives him that second look, Kah will make a sharp gesture across his throat, something universal in that sense. If this man isn't from around here, tonight could be his last. To that man, Kah's calling out now. "That would be unwise, because then we would have to kill you. If you value your life ... I think tonight would be a good night to forget about. Forever."
"MY JACKET!" the blue eyed man shrieks as he continues to flail in a last ditch effort to free himself from Rashid(wolf). rather unsuccessfully. Each high pitched cry is echoing through the chilly night, and if you're familiar with the singer, it seems that he's listened to quite a bit of Bonnie Tyler given the high note he's able to hit. "This is a limited edition! Do you even understand what /vintage/ means, you four-legged fashion disaster?!" As if his nineteen eighties neon apparel was any better than a pelt covered wolf's attire. He attempts to twist away from the massive paws, and his leg warmers, bright green as they were, are now smeared with dirt and his high-tops are scuffed up. "NOT THE SHOES, TOO!" he howls out, not in a wolfish manner, but like a school girl. It's like a climactic scene in a made for television drama. Desperate still, he looks to Kah, "Dude! Medieval times guy! Dude! Yeah, you! HELP ME! You can't let me die like this, covered in dog snot and pay prints! This isn't a righteous death! I was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory revealing to the world that birds are a conspiracy, vampires are real -- not as Lassie's fucking chew toy!" But he's soon understanding that Kah is not moving to help him, and Rashid(wolf) is unfazed by all of his thrashing. "How would Knight Rider handle this?! Kill me, whaaaaaat?! I just want to go home!"
The screaming elicits more playful woofing from Rashid(wolf) as the man beneath his paws squirms and flings more nonsensical English words at him. However, instead of just tearing his jacket to shreds, now the pupper is batting the poor guy around with his gigantic paws, woofing a little. Most definitely slobbering. Then, noticeably, the Iberian flavored wolf glances at the shoes. Those delicious, tempting shoes. Snapping at his feet, the wolf latches on to those shoes, desperately trying to yank, and steal them, from the man who's very much screeching about his shoes. To no avail, of course. It's doubtful that if the wolf even understood, that he would listen or obey the weak man flopping on the ground.
As soon as Kah makes the gesture, that's easily understandable by the wolf. Though, he's probably on the way to accidentally offing the poor neon sausage as he continues to yank and yank and yank some more to get those delightful shoes off the dude. Growling with his maw full all the while.
When it seems that Rashid(wolf) does indeed seem to pick up the meaning from Kah, he just nods his head once in silence. Then he's shifting his hands, driving the spear butt into the ground enough to hold it there for a moment at least. His phone ... and a call to a certain set of medical personnell that might find whatever's left of this man in a few minutes useful .. if it's left breathing. He makes a quick tip - the nature of the balance between them and the town's more nocturnal residents, and then his attention returns to the show at hand. It's a new thing, but the man's suffering will only serve him, now. He lets it wash over him.
Just then, an Eastern Screech Owl is flying by. Real or not, that just happened. Blue eyed nineteen eighties dude, formerly introduced as Jimmy -- at least that can be presumed based on the fact he seemed to be talking to himself in an attempt to provide a pep talk as Rashid(wolf) was dashing after him -- notices the small, stocky bird, and he is quick to point out, "The government's spy agent! Dracula can't be far behind!" Despite the ridiculousness of those words, he sounds like he is fairly serious, if not also high pitched and shrieky all the while. Jimmy is fully entrenched in his delusional terror, even if an actual werewolf is trying to eat his collector's jacket and now his shoes that have become the newfound favourite of Rashid(wolf). His legs keep trying to kick and he's crying, making sounds similar to a dying kazoo. That Walkman has not been lost. That device is like the Holy Grail to this man, and he's not letting it go. "Dracula is coming! They're working together! The birds! The wolves! And the government! The fucking government of 'Murica! And China! And Switzerland! The Swiss will get you with their lies! Neutral my ass!" But then he's realising his shoes are getting gnawed on. "VINTAGE REEBOKS! VINTAGE! You wouldn't understand, but they are literally my lucky charms!" He's clearly having a lucky day, after all... He reaches for his fallen vape pen. "Back off you fashion blind beast! I'll smite you with my vaporous doom stick!" he's shrieking out, grabbing the thing and then tries to bat at Rashid(wolf)'s snout with it, but he's getting sneezed on. AGAIN. "OH MY GOD, YOU DID IT AGAIN!" Doing his best to shimmy out of the jacket, he's trying to find freedom, but he's only managing to tangle himself further in his neon mess of leg warmers and terrible life choices. "This is it! This is how I go out! Like a tubular buffet platter for Cujo over here!" he's screaming at Kah. "HELP ME! I'll haunt you if I die!" He's just a poor human, sanctuary intact, and getting sneezed on by a werewolf, but he's definitely suffering.
There's a dark sense of humor that radiates off of Kah and he just watches on in silence for a time. Still protected, he eventually gives a grunt. Standing to his full measure, Kah gives a sharp whistle toward Rashid(wolf). He lifts his chin and he shifts his head aside. He doesn't seem to act with an imperious sense but it does seem a request for the animal to call off the man. "Let him go. There is nothing for it yes? The secret of the birds of Dracula will be revealed after all." He tries to keep his voice serious, but it's a difficult task under the best of circumstances. The man's ravings ... it's likely that what he does know will be lost in the ravings of an otherwise loony-bin nutjob. Still, body language is all he has to communicate with the other animal, so who's to say what Rashid(wolf) does.
The screech owl doesn't really distract Rashid(wolf), nor does the screeching. But the Walkman does. And the wolf is definitely going to continue sneezing all over the man, especially if his moist snout is hit. And when it is hit, he does let go of the man's shoe, only to lick his nose and sneeze again. And again. But the Walkman is an annoying device that needs to be taken care of, so Rashid(wolf) lunges for that to rip it out of the man's hand, no gentleness or carefulness still imbued in the way he does so. He snaps, and the man's going to let go or he's going to have his Walkman pulverized while it's still in his hand. And for good measure, while the man is still screaming, the hound lifts his head. And sneezes directly into the man's mouth.
When Kah whistles, the wolf let's go, kicking the dirt up on the man as a final 'hurrah', before bounding happily over to the one who called for him. And with some level of curiosity, he sits and tilts his head, thumping his fluffy tail against the ground.
The destruction of Jimmy's world unfolds in what can only be described as a slow-motion tragedy. Those blue eyes were already wide with terror moments before, but they now fill with despair as Rashid(wolf) lunges for his prized Walkman. "No, no, NOOOOOO!" he's howling out in ways that could almost shatter glass, and would probably get him in an A-Ha cover band easily enough if he really wanted to try that out. "IT'S A FUCKING SONY! You don't understand what it means to--" But the werewolf doesn't understand, nor would he care about just how much that battery operated device means to Jimmy here. As the Walkman snaps, Jimmy watched in abject horror as his Holy Grail, the music playing thing that has seen him through countless Journey marathons and Duran Duran dance parties is shredded before his very eyes. The tape inside unfurls like entrails. "Nooooooo!" he's wailing out, breaking into sobs right after. "It was limited edition! They don't even make these anymore! You monster! You might as well just have KILLED me!" He's a bit dramatic, but the final indignity hasn't even happened yet. Now it does. That moist, sneeze filled snout aims Jimmy's way, and that thunderous sneeze flies right into his open, wailing mouth. Gasping and sputtering, he produces a violent gag that is followed up by him expelling the remnants of his day which included a half digested mac and cheese meal and some tv dinner style Salisbury steak, and an alarming about of neon-green Jello and bile splattering across the blacktop of the road. "I'm dead. I have died..." he's uttering out as Rashid(wolf) bounds over ever so happily towards Kah. "My diginity.... gone... Walkman... gone... This is hell."
Walking over slowly, Kah looms over the man as he laments over the tragedy of his Walkman, but he might not see the fist that comes vying down toward his face, the intent of kocking him unconscious and leaving him. "The clinic will pick him up, or he'll crawl home. Either way ... just another whacko." He murmurs to himself before turning back toward Rashid(wolf). "A shame, I know." His words might go uncomprehended, but his tone carries amusement and commaraderie with the other lupine. Fishing out his own phone, Kah turns to search for an appropriate app since the beast isn't in the position to use his. "Let me see if I can ..." he mutters. His own hands are large, and the phone is always so small.
Seemingly satisfied, Rashid(wolf) blinks slowly towards Kah, panting up a storm while he gazes with those equally stormy eyes of his. Woof, is all that's uttered, or rather, woofed from the big puppy, who goes along thrashing his tail around before rolling over and around in the dirt and grass, certainly sullying himself up.
Finding the right application at last, Kah nods and he brings it up so he can hopefully get some sense of translation. In either case, he's not looking to stick around here. "We should go" he says to the phone, letting it bark out some sense of translation, Arabic is the closest the generic thing can come to no doubt. Apart from that, he'll turn to make his own departure, once he's reasonably assured things will ... sort thermselves out.
The nineteen-eighties dude, also self proclaimed as jimmy, stares up at Kah with glassy, unfocused eyes, and pieces of his neon-green Jell-o dinner still clings to the side of his face. It's probably the world's worst accessory. His dry lips are trembling in a silent protest against one final indignity, but he's spared the effort as someone fist connects solidly with his jaw, and his head lolls to the side, instantly silencing his theatrics, his screams, his mourning of his beloved Walkman... As he lies there sprawled and unconscious atop the road, jacketless and now shoeless, reeking of bile... and Kah and Rashid(wolf) likely leave the scene... footsteps approach, and the clinic workers arrive to haul him off after strapping the dude onto a stretcher. He's taken to an ambulance and the lights and sirens fade into the distance. He eventually gets medical treatment and a quick trip beneath the infamous Crown, having his memories of this evening wiped so he can go back to just being the unaware guy that thinks birds are a government conspiracy.
The nineteen-eighties dude, also self proclaimed as jimmy, stares up at Kah with glassy, unfocused eyes, and pieces of his neon-green Jell-o dinner still clings to the side of his face. It's probably the world's worst accessory. His dry lips are trembling in a silent protest against one final indignity, but he's spared the effort as Kah's fist connects solidly with his jaw, and his head lolls to the side, instantly silencing his theatrics, his screams, his mourning of his beloved Walkman... As he lies there sprawled and unconscious atop the road, jacketless and now shoeless, reeking of bile... and Kah and Rashid(wolf) likely leave the scene... footsteps approach, and the clinic workers arrive to haul him off after strapping the dude onto a stretcher. He's taken to an ambulance and the lights and sirens fade into the distance. He eventually gets medical treatment and a quick trip beneath the infamous Crown, having his memories of this evening wiped so he can go back to just being the unaware guy that thinks birds are a government conspiracy.