It was fun while it lasted! Glug, glug, glug!
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If we are down to only two of us, we might as well just give it up, I think.
"Glug, glug."
Hank wasn't going to wait and possibly get carried away in the truck. He clutches his coat tightly, gets out and tris to make the leap. Jump Unfortunately, he stubbed his toe and pitched directly into the drink, floundering in the cold water.
"Well, let's drive then. No reason for us to get drenched if we don't have to do so. Let's do it."
"He's a pain, but I agree with the lady here. I'd be right angry if this lot left me out in a driving storm like this. Let's go pick his grumpy self up, and then get to the farmhouse."
Not wanting to tromp around in the muck, Hank quickly nodded at Abigail's suggestion. "She's got the right of it. Let's go find the group. I'm sure they are just waiting on us."
Hank looks around at the others. "This weather is a sight, isn't it? I don't want to get out in it, as I left my galoshes at home," he smiled nervously. "If any of us tog looking for him, we all go. I don't know my way around this place at all."
"Why is Blaine being friendly all of a sudden? I ferris my didn't expect that from him..."
Sanity versus 47 If fail, take sanity loss. Hank looked at Howard. "Good lord, what a nightmare! I can't get any rest in this place!"
Hank woke with a start as he couldn't get the crazy buzzing out of his ears. he wondered if anyone else heard them, but after the prior day's events, he wasn't about to get out of bed and check on anything. He reached out of his bedroll, making sure his trusty baseball bat was still within arm's reach.
Listen at 50% Success! Hank had quite a boring day, thank goodness. Listening to the locals talk about their town and the local cash crops was so monotonous. He soldiered through, not quite wanting to return to the farmhouse after what he saw the night before. HE made sure to stay within sight of his friends, creeped out by the town.
Corsario, is there anything you would like us to put in our header to make your life easier? As this is my first CoC venture, I'm not sure what you'd like me to put there for easy access.
We are all going to die here!
Fine with me, DM.
"I thought I got enough rest! I know it sounds crazy. I've hunted a ton of critters in my day, but I've never seen anything like that before."
Once Hank gets back inside, he does mention what he saw in a round about way. "Anyone seen anything strange out back? Theyve got huge strange rats out here. And has anyone ever seen a rat carrying a knife before, cause I'm pretty sure that's what I saw!"
"Wha in the blue hells is going on," Hank exclaims, not sure what he had seen. He rubbed his eyes roughly and looked again, but the rat was long gone. He didn't drop his rock, though, and stared over his shoulder as he walked back inside.
Hank silently watches the strange creature. Are those tentacles? And is it holding a knife?. He moves toward it, looking for any stick or rock, he could use to scare it off. "Run rabbit," he calls out, waving his hands, wanting to see if the strange rat with a knife has any reaction.
Hank wasn't sure if this was a prank, or something more dire, so he made sure to check the locks on all the doors and windows. He made sure they were all locked when the entirety of the group made their way inside. "I'm not taking any chances out here."
"Where is the gardener/caretaker fellow?". Hank had gotten flustered and had already forgotten his name. "He's in charge of this place! He should have told us about this ruffian!"
"Did he try to hurt you? What did he say? Would you recognize him if we found him again," Hank asked, smacking the barrel of the bat into his palm.
Listen under 50 is a success. At hearing two screams, Hank grabbed his trusty Louisville Slugger and made for the stairs, jumping down them two at a time, making for the door. He flings it open and quickly spies Abagail, looking shaken. "Are you alright? What's happened? Did you hear the scream?"
Hank takes a pull of the bottle. It burned as it went down, but it was nothing he'd never felt before. He tried to enjoy the company of the others as the daylight faded and he agreed with Robert, surprisingly that getting to bed early would be a good call on this first evening. If there were hi jinx to be had, that would come on a later evening. He didn't believe all that crazy Sarah Shade garbage at all.
I'm still here.
"You much of a hunter or fisher? If we get a chance to sneak out of the field trip, I'd love to know some good spots in the area!"
Hank figured this would give him a chance to find out more about the crazy older officer, so he gestures toward an empty chair for the deputy. "The more the merrier, except for that guy," he says pointing toward the door the sheriff just left.
Hank was lost in his thoughts. And in the burger. "Ees gut," he holds up the half eaten burger, giving his compliments to be chef in his own way. He took another huge bite of the burger, while listening to the others talk about their experiences.
Hank smiled as the newspaper man at least faked interest in him. "I play first base and I catch a little bit. I have two seasons of eligibility left, so I'm hoping to make the most of them," he grinned. "Well, with the season being so long, my grades have slipped just a touch. A bit of bonus credit will do me wonders." "And it sounded fun," Hank lied, hoping to make himself sound better. He orders two burgers from the server, asking for no tomatoes to be included.
Hank jumps in, doubting the man cared the least little bit about what he had to say. "Yeah, I'm an Accounting major. I also play on the baseball team," he says, as he waits for any specials to be named. His stomach rumbled as he realized it had been a long time since he had eaten.
Hank wasn't as put off as Oliver obviously as, but he wasn't a big fan of this fellow at all. "Well, anyway, what are we having for dinner? Wonder if it is some of the local game or fish? I bet this place has some tasty critters running about..."
Hank stood silent. He was interested in seeing how the ladies handled themselves with this lout.
"I don't know. But, he's being a thorn in my backside, that's for sure. Have any of you ever met him before? I've heard some rumors, but until the trip was planned, I don't think I'd ever spoken to him. After the trip, I don't much plan on it either," Hank grinned in response.
"First he hogs all the time with Clarissa, and now he's messing with my fishing! You think I'd get in trouble if I punched Robert in the guts," Hank whispered, grumbling to be girls.
"Joe, call me Hank. I like to see another outdoorsman. A lotta eggheads in this crew," he whispers with a grin. "Tell me more about the fishing. What do you catch around here? And more important, do you have any extra poles hiding here or there? I didn't bring one, not knowing what to expect. Either of you two fish much," he asks the two female students nearby.
Hank was looking for someone to talk to, and he brightened up at seeing the two ladies. He joined in, adding his elbow grease to the room cleaning. "Afternoon ladies. This farmhouse isn't in the worst shape ever, I suppose. I heard you talking about the garden, I agree, it's really nice! I bet the hunting and fishing here is unbelievable. I'd like to get a bit of alone time out here before we are hurried back to school."
"Well, this is a pretty farmhouse all things considered. I've seen worse in my day. And if we get time, I'd love to get a crack at the fishing hole back there. I bet I could get us dinner.," Hank says wistfully as he looks around the place. He wasn't the best student...he much preferred being on the farm here, rather than being at the stodgy school. This was more his cup of tea. He craned his neck to be sure that Blaine wasn't harassing Clarissa too much. That guy was creepy. Just to make himself more co for table, he made sure his familiar baseball bat was in his bag. It was a bit of a safety blanket for him.
Hank piles into the truck with the rest of the boys, glum that his ploy didn't work. Why was that Blaine fellow acting like such a rounder? He worked over that in his mind and didn't pay too much attention to the details of the trip, as the vibration of the truck on the road relaxed him a bit.
"Yeah, good idea, Abagail. I don't think it's quite proper for those two gentlemen to be in the car so long with a lady. We don't want gossip mongers saying anything untoward about Ms. Thurber, of course."
Hank's ready to go and to try to steal some time with the ever so lovely Clarissa.
"Easy there, fella. I was just talking to the nice lady. Nothing untowards meant. I'm all about academics first, you know," Hank smiles with a wink at Clarissa. "I certainly don't want to do anything to miss the trip."
As soon as the group breaks up, Hank slowly makes his way toward Clarissa. "What a pretty locket," he stammers with a slight blush. "What group do you think they are going to place you in Clarissa? Isn't chemistry your thing? All those sciences are about the same to me. Would you mind if I tag along and see if I can pick up some things? I have to keep my grades up for baseball season, you know."
Hank noticed Clarissa out of the corner of his eye. How had he missed her before now? Other than getting some bonus credits, she was his other main reason for taking this study trip. She was so beautiful...he knew her to say hello, but never anything more than that. Maybe I can get to know her a bit better, he thought as he couldn't help but turn and stare at her.
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