Evelyn's eyes open in surprise then flash in anger " If you like it so much, you thow it out!" She exclaimes shoving the bag into Corrie's hands.
And now she has a ripped trash bag with something dead in it. This was not what Corrie wanted, but at least if she has it, she can open it and look? Corrie's one of those people who looks with her hands as well as her eyes.
There's a shock of red hair atop some kind of... rubbery... skinlike mass. It... ot feels rubbery, in stretch and thickness, but... it's detailed, textured, like human skin, it has a hoodie on it, too... the face, though. The face is a black chasm, with two bullets neatly stuck within it. As you touch it, a small puff of smoke drifts from the bag.
In the considered opinion of Corrie Macpherson, a woman with a dead child embedded in her soul and a new demigod friend, this is not a thing that is possible. Those two flattened bullets are hovering. In nothing. She kind of wants to know if she could move them, but even after cheating death, the idea of reaching into that horrible void seems kind of profoundly unwise. She looks up at Lee, eyes saucer-wide. "Uh. Did you. Call them yet?" It's all she can think of to say.
Lee stares back, open-mouthed, slowly shaking his head and numbly pulls out his phone, starting to dial with shaking fingers.
Evelyn reaches past Corrie and grabs his phone before he can finish. Holding it between their hands she speaks "Wait. Hold on, just wait. Look at it Corrie, Lee. Does that look normal to you? Does that look human to you?" She looks between both with pleading eyes "It looks like a little redheaded stepchild, I know, but look at it. There's no way to make human skin look like that, it's not burned, its RUBBER, and there's no way to make someones face look like that, it isn't carved out its just... not THERE, like it never existed! And there is definable, one hundred percent, no way to make bullet casing float in midair in front of someone's not face. I know you thought it was a kid, I did too. But its not. I swear to you whatever the hell this thing is, it isn't human. Me and Morrigan thought it was a kid too, but it just exploded in her face or whatever, gassed her with black smoke and no kid I've ever seen can do that. You want to call the police? You think they could DO something about this? You think they really know what it is? All their going to do is waste time interrogating everyone and at the end of the day they still won't know anything. " Her eyes drop, her voice gets a little quieter "Look, it's fine, it didn't really hurt anyone, and we took care of it. The cops aren't going to do anything but rabble rouse around here." (( roll to grab phone: strength+brawl: 3 die, 2 successes. )) Roll(3d10)+0: 9,9,5,+0 Total:23 (( roll to persuade if necessary Presence + persuasion, 5 die, 2 successes)) Roll(5d10)+0: 2,9,8,2,3,+0 Total:24
"Have you ever seen anything else like it?" Corrie asks. It sounds a little distant, because she's not only asking Evelyn, or even Lee (for one thing she's pretty sure she knows Lee's answer, unless he's been holding out on her in a major way.) She is asking them, but also, though the... thing... had seemed to be new to Sunshine, any input he might have would also be appreciated. It is undeniably true that they clearly don't have any kind of conventional problem on their hands. (She still kind of wants to see if she can move those bullets.)
"....someone has to know something. I... if this is... someone needs to... this... if it isn't human-" Lee's voice shakes. "We have to tell someone-"
It's new, so new! I want to know what it is, Corrie, can we touch it again? What was that smoke? It doesn't have a ghost, but it feels like it's dead, so it was alive, right?
Evelyn shakes her head. "I haven't seen shit like it before." She turns to Lee "You know, I know, Corrie knows. So what? Ain't nobody going to explain to us what it is."
Don't look at me, I know as much as you do. ...maybe poking at the hollow deathy thing needs to wait; Lee looks positively ashen. Corrie gets up from her crouch to go bump shoulders with him. Moral support. "Look- both of you- maybe they can't help. I think we'd have heard some kind of PSA about the creepy kid-shaped smoke bombs before now if they could. But are we seriously going to just drop what's left in a dumpster and that's all?"
Lee catches her hand and squeezes it for his own reassurance. "....I... it might be... hazardous. What if it starts burning again and it gets in the vents?"
Evelyn scoffs "Its done, it did it once and stopped. Besides you may like talking to the cops, I really don't have the best view of them."
Corrie squeezes back. Not like this isn't weird for her too, even after the trip she's had. "It's not what I'd call a hobby for us," she says, a little tartly. "I'm not even talking about that now, I'm just not going to assume that just because it's only happened once so far there's no need to know any more."
"...Evelyn, what did you do?" Cage's voice rumbles from behind Lee and Corrie. Cage is a tall, imposing woman, with a thick, sturdy torso and an impassive voice and pokerface. She's wrapped in a full-length coat, despite the summer heat - and Corrie and Lee have never seen the woman without it.
"Oh! Then what are you suggesting?" Evelyn seems to brighten up a bit. Right before she hears cage and her head sags again "Nothing! I was just taking out the trash."
