nevada ♔ tie your own rope

[everyredcent]

WHO || Faye, Tybalt, Miles, Jaina, Solace, and Christos
WHAT || The Knights investigate the neighborhood where the disappearances have been occurring
WHERE || Nevada
WHEN || April 17th [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

There's nothing sinister whatsoever about Oak Street, as Christos steers the rented van onto the street and parks against a curb. Well watered and neatly trimmed lawns frame cheerful suburban houses, a paper boy rides past on a bike, a couple strolls by hand in hand eating dripping ice cream cones. Down the block, children are visible hooting and whooping as they swing from monkey bars on a small playground while mothers wait on benches and chat politely, happy to soak up the sun and get off their feet for a moment.

Christos frowns heavily through the window, as if the sight of all this contentedness is more unwelcome than an army of invading monsters would have been.

Solace speaks up first, from his place in the front passenger seat. "It may be prudent to split our group to cover more ground. At least one of the homes should be re-examined, and we ought to ask some of the locals for their take on the situation." He unbuckles his belt. "I mean to investigate the area for evil auras."

Christos nods, turning off the engine. "The sun will be down in an hour. I'll scout around the houses for access points. No point in breaking in before then."

Comments

[cuivre]

What have you heard about it?

[He asks it both gently and with genuine interest. Definitely not trying to be intimidating at this point. Just the nice guy who's trying to help. (Gather info(?) 16)]

[flyingsolo]

[ the kid looks past at them towards whether the mothers sit, as if not wanting them to overhear this. a shadow seems to cross his face and he kicks off, swinging slowly, the chain giving an ominous creak-creak noise.

"They've been making deals with some of the kids on the street," he says quietly, staring off down the road. "And then their families go away."

jaina exchanges a Look with miles, concern and a little horror on her face. ] "They"?

[ he looks down again, and then points slowly up the road.

"The kids who don't go to school." ]

[cuivre]

[Miles absorbs that, and his expression is odd, as if he's considering the words, and his head slowly looks over toward Jaina, as if silently looking for her opinion before he looks back at the boy.]

They hang out that way?

[flyingsolo]

[ he shakes his head. "They live there. In the house with no grown-ups."

jaina's frown deepens but she tries to keep from looking like she's going to rat the kid out. ] No grown-ups? They don't have parents?

[ he hesitates a little more, but nods. "They do whatever they want to all day." it's hard to miss the wistful note in his voice. "The grown ups don't know about them." ]

[cuivre]

[The creep factor just seems to be skyrocketing here. Miles turns his head toward Jaina.]

Sounds like something we should check out, huh?

[flyingsolo]

Top of the list, I'd say. [ she's still staring at the little kid as if wondering what he's not saying.

the kid hesitates a little more than shakes his head. "You shouldn't go there." ]

[cuivre]

[Miles looks back over at the kid, eyebrow raised.]

Why's that?

[flyingsolo]

[ he chews on his lips for a few moments and when he speaks, his voice is very quiet, barely audible:

"Because grown ups don't come back from there." ]

[cuivre]

[He smiles confidently.]

No worries then, kiddo. I've always been a kid at heart.

[flyingsolo]

[ he looks up at miles with incredibly serious eyes. "Just promise me you'll be careful." ]

I've got his back. No worries. [ she gestures miles off to the side out of earshot and waits for him there ]

[cuivre]

See? I'll be well taken care of. Besides, careful is my middle name.

[Even if it...totally wasn't.

Then he nods to Jaina, moving away to rejoin her, speaking quietly just to make sure no one else hears.]

I don't think that story could have been creepier. Sounds like a good lead as any, though.

[flyingsolo]

So what are we waiting for?

[cuivre]

Who said anything about waiting?

[He smirks and gestures down the road, and then starts walking to the house the kid indicated for them.]

[flyingsolo]

[ she trails after him as they head up the road towards the old victorian house. it's set a little ways farther back from the road than the other homes on the street, and from a distance, they can see a couple children on the porch tossing a red ball back and forth. as miles and jaina reach the picket fence, however, the children both look up at the exact same moment and stop playing, fixing the knights with strange, cold stares. ]

Hey, you kids -- [ but jaina hardly gets a word out before they turn and retreat inside the house, as the sun sinks beyond the roof. jaina frowns as she gives the house a once-over. ] What a dump. [ craning her neck to the side, she gestures at the driveway. ] No vehicles.

[cuivre]

Well, the kid did say no adults.

[Of course they'd arrive as it's getting dark. Seriously, the sun must know when to set for perfect creepy settings.

His eyes take a quick scan of the oustide of the house as they approach (spot 20 total) before he glances at Jaina as they get close.]

Wanna try the front door first?

[flyingsolo]

Might as well. They've already seen us coming. [ one of the strangest things miles would notice is that there are no lights on - no movement within, no anything, other than strangely wafting curtains in the upstairs windows. .__. creepy. a few toys are scattered in the lawn, as well as bicycles, all older models. ]

[cuivre]

[His eyes linger on those curtains before he nods and heads up to the front door, knocking several times on the door.]

[flyingsolo]

[ noooo answer. and no one is surprised. jaina moves to try to peek in the windows, but looks back at miles shaking her head ] I can't see anything in there.

[cuivre]

[He only briefly hesitates for he just reaches for the doorknob to turn it. Maybe it's unlocked?]

[flyingsolo]

[ and the door creaks open beneath his grasp, very eerily revealing the interior of the house, which seems oddly still, as if long deserted. they stand in an entrance hall decorated in antiques. a staircase disappears up to the second floor, and the hall branches off in three different places. ]

I'm gonna go ahead and suggest we don't split up.

[cuivre]

Right there with you.

[Because in horror movies, that's how everyone gets murdered. And this feels like something straight out of one.

He heads left first, assuming Jaina will follow him.]

[flyingsolo]

[ that she does, moving quietly (move silently 17) and looking around as they do so. ] Is it just me or does it look like nobody lives here? [ it doesn't take a high spot check to see what she means. here in the parlor they're passing through, cobwebs line the corners and a heavy layer of dust coats everything. there are no signs of life, no toys, no modern magazines or bills lying about. ]

[cuivre]

[He's not exactly thundering around either (move silently 14), but anyone listening hard enough will probably hear him...or them talking.]

But we saw those kids outside, right? They must be here somewhere.

[He doesn't stick around to examine anything too closely, and keeps moving through the room instead, heading into the next.]

[flyingsolo]

[ as he starts to head that way, a tiny figure appears in the doorway: a young boy, who looks no older than nine, wearing a baseball jersey and cap, staring up at him with strangely hostile eyes.

"Grown ups," he says, filling the word with quite a bit of derision. "You don't belong here." ]

[cuivre]

[Miles pauses, giving the kid a once over.]

Hey kid, we're not here to cause trouble, promise. We just want to know how you're all holding up.

[Bluff 10]