#debukefarmhold

The Bike is a red Iowa Wrangler 24', new, sleek, no funny bells but with a baseball card in the spokes. It moves like a dream.

She gives a low whistle, and hops on. With a thought, she looks over head. Any annoying (but less annoying than most other kids around) birds in the area?

"Coo?"

As a matter of fact, there is a bird in the area. A pigeon who would fit better in the city yet here she is.

Glass wags.

Briar gives a shout, "Oi! Coming with?" As she hops on the bike without nary a thought to the owner.

The pidge trills and swoops down.

There is a spot on the bike handles where she may perch, if she dares that close to a Redcap's face.

Perfect!

Amity hunches into a rather small ball of feathers, so she's not too in Briar's face.

Briar puffs a bit as she manages the bike that is a little big for her, but she's in good shape. "Found some fly dumping on the edge of cornboy territory, and a message that someone was kidnapped on a pizza box. Figure it's better'n summer school even if it's a joke. And maybe they have some pizza left."

Pizza? An agreeable trill!

With Amity wise enough not to provoke a Cap's natural urges, our heroines/ delinquents make their way down the road with Glass loping beside them. Briar may wish the bike were just a BIT smaller, but she's got this under control.

"You ever pick a fight with a seagull over some pizza? They're not too smart, but they're quick, and they come in mobs. Not too tasty though." DID Briar actually catch and eat a Seagull? Who knows.

Is there a BELL on the handlebars?

Who knew birds could laugh? But the sound she makes is certainly close to one.

Yes there is. A classic vintage shaped like a dome you can fit in your palm and flick with a thumb to go 'ring' or 'ding' with.

BRING!

Brrrrrrrrrrrring!

Briar chuckles, she IS still a kid even if she puts on a tough act.

The pigeon tries to replicate the bell with her own warbles - she's no mockingbird, but she's got some gift with mimicry. Might be a pooka thing.

A chortle. "Not bad, Cherry."

Happy fluff!

They move from the farm's edge where the dump was, well past the stream where sluagh have been known to dip wriggly toes, down the road in the shadow of the ruined Aggro Corp tower that remains after the great storm a few years back, that casts a shadow of lessened but un nerving banality's echo but soon is done with. The smell of the Pig slaughter house may make Briar's mouth water, for she has learned so much about how the sausage gets made... and WAS in the room where it happened, the room where it happened... but she passes even that. There are trailer parks in a distance that have a different smell, despair and defeat, but with odd scents of fierce dreams! Nothing like having next to nothing, to being at the bottom, to make you dream for everything! And still that is not their final destination...

Briar chats with pidge as they go. "You can tickle fish out of that stream, but they'll also nibble your toes. Over there, they used to dump waste into the river, so the DeBuke's teach, until they taught the muggles WHAT FOR. And over there, "A nod toward the trailer park, "Sometimes the teenagers roam in a pack, they ain't too bad but the cops keep an eye on them. Like, the fuzz ASSUMES they're going to start shit." A grunt at this, she knows what it's like to be typecast.

Soon, though, they're approaching the address.

Amity listens intently. Briar is her friend.

The address is not a trailer, a ramshackle old house buiilt in the 1950s and the solidity of it's construction is the only thing that keeps it together for it has been artfully neglected. It is behind tall weeds and some treees, further back from the mailbox as if ashamed of itself... Glass sniffs the air and threatens to howl, recognizing some scent but a tight look from Briar will keep her from doing so. There's a van in the broken drive way... big, gray, mostly windowless except where the law requires. The van is the most modern looking thing. Almost police like.

Briar parks the bike behind a bush and tosses some branches over it.

She makes her way up to the grey van, looking to see if it has a logo, and peering in the window if she can.

A small crucifix swings from the rear view mirror the driver would be looking into.

Pidge flaps up, doing a sweep to look in windows.

Pidge gets a bird's eye view, and gets a glimpse of something the redcap has a harder time seeing... in the very back, there is some sort of ... cage? Where you'd normally put supplies like sleeping bags, groceries, and the spare kid when you're out of seats.

Only mom and dad never used a cage, unless you count playpens and well, that's just a rite of passage.

She finds a perch, trying to get a better look.

(Perception plus alertness or best guess for both of you)

/roll 6

/roll 5

Sniff sniff Oh there's a smell of trash in the back, and something else... dried blood? But near the front of the vehicle, as if laced with it, Briar smells.. GARLIC. She also notes something in the van, though in this, Amity is not far behind her! Yes, both manage to get a glimmer of something in the floor boards... a key, an old fashioned non electronic key. Now the doors are locked, so getting to that key would likely require, ironicly, a key, or in lieu of that some way to break in.

Are any of the van windows cracked? Bird-sized?

There is an opening, but even a bird her size would have a tight fit (Dex plus Athletics for a non sluagh squirm, Dif 8. But you may spend a WP if you want to try)

/roll 7 8 wp

With the rustle of feathers, Amity launches to the gap. There's quite a bit of undignified wriggling to squeeze through.

SQQUISH goes the pigeon, looking a bit googly eyed in a way that may make a certain redcap think of pressed meat but, the pooka gets through!

Now that she's inside the van, she does take another look around.

Oh yeah, this is a kidnap van, no doubt... there's metal cage back there for sure, with bars ... that's in the back. She can see there are a few drops of dried blood. She finds the key on the floor, it doesn't go to the van but then she can now open it from the inside. There is stink of recently removed trash still lingering in the back, it was used to tranport more than a person or animal, but not at the same time. The front does smell of garlic

If she is out of sight of Briar, she turns back into a little girl.

Briar is not very tall so probably she easily gets out of view. Besides, I'm pretty sure as long as no mortals are present, the rules are relaxed.

The short redcap calls, "Don't you get stuck in there! It looks like we're dealing with." Garlic? Crucifixes? This can only be one thing.

"ITALIAN MOBSTERS!"