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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian shoots through the door and hides behind a chair. That squirrel's AFTER him*

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara blinks. "Um...is everything okay, sir?"

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

You didn't see a squirrel, did you?

[lvpd_sidle]

"No, I haven't. I've only seen a dog and a cat."

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

WAH FURRY THINGS! ATTACK DEATH SQUIRRELS! IN DISGUISE!

*he attempts to crawl under a chair*

[lvpd_sidle]

o_O

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*he peeks out warily*

[the-tire.livejournal.com]

The tire starts to roll.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian sits, twitching faintly. He can sense some sort of impending doom. For some strange reason he feels like he needs a fedora and a whip...*

[the-tire.livejournal.com]

The tire flies into the tables and hits Brian in the, in the FACE!

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

oooooooOOOOOOOOH!

[the-tire.livejournal.com]

Like he's just gonna get in a slap fight with a Goodyear.

What a horrible way to go. What happened to Brian? A tire hit him in the face.

Snicker.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Ow.

[lvpd_sidle]

"What the hell?!" Sara leaps to her feet, coming between Brian and the tire.

Feeling faintly ridiculous she yells, "Back off! Unless you'd like to be attached to the next SUV crash-test prototype!"

[the-tire.livejournal.com]

The tire swivels. Menacingly.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's frightened. Really. Which is why she's substituting her gun for a long field knife.

"Back. Off." she says coldly.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Barrel saw something shoot behind a chair.
"Ed? Ed, are we playing Tag?" Barrel jumps on top of the figure behind the chair. "TAG!!! Uh, Tag? You aren't Ed!"

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

FUCKADUCK!

*he skitters out from behind the chair*

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Lock is near the chair, and in Brian's way. Watch as Brian's path is blocked by a small demon spawn.
"HEY! I'm walking here!"

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian curls into a tiiiiiiiiiny ball*

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"What are you?" Shock leans over, petting the Brian-ball.

They hear a commotion, and see a... tire.

They look at Brian, as if waiting for his cue either to run away or attack it. Because Brian looks like a young Jack. With Skin. And Hair. And... Innards.

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Something's after him, anyway.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*...something's watching him*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

With shiny black button eyes.

There's a rustle behind him. Tiny feet. Small enough to be squirrel feet.

But squirrels don't have black-stitched maws that strain and stretch and grin.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*he spins around*

Shit shit shit it followed me...

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Marjory Stewart-Baxter stares at him. Her head lolls a little, bonelessly.