2019-06-15 - The Ghost Of Brothers Drunk

This evening finds the door to the lime green trailer open once more with the sounds of The Offspring blaring from a speaker inside. Inside Geoff can be found sitting at the kitchen table, bobbing his head along with the music and sketching out tattoo ideas in a notebook emblazoned with a skull and crossbones on the front. Standing he heads over to the fridge, opening it up to grab a new beer from the interior before heading back to the table to resume sketching once more.

There is a brief flicker of light at the door as something like a shadow appears and walks right in. It's clearly a man, standing tall at something like 6' 4" or 6' 5". He's dressed in military garb with an olive green tee shirt, camouflage pants and tan boots. He enters the trailer though his 'walk' is strange in that it lacks all weight and normal up and down of gravity. It's like a mock walk or something. The figure stands there and points at Geoff and tries to say something, but no sound comes out. He tries again and the frustration is clear across his face even if maybe the reason isn't.

Geoff looks up as that flicker of light catches his attention, seeming a bit confused at the appearance of the man in full military garb for a second, and then he notices the walking and the unnaturalness of it. With a lowly muttered 'fuck' under his breath he shakes his head before arching an eyebrow at the man "What do you want hombre? I don't speak sign language or whatever it is that mute folk are using now days." tilting his head towards the fridge he says "Ya can grab a beer if you want."

The ghost of Tom "Banks" Richmond tilts his head as he's offered a beer in the midst of him trying to communicate something. He mimes at his mouth as he tries to say that he's not mute, but ironically he is very much mute in that no noise comes out. He sighs at the offer of the beer and passes his hand through the fridge, trying to show the basics to Geoff that no, he can not grab a beer though he very much would like to. He goes back to pointing at Geoff mouthing 'You' as if that were both important and had clear meaning.

Geoff snorts softly at that "Hey I had to at least offer, I'm not sure what ghost rules are man." pointing he says "Also no starting shit while you're here." closing the note book he leans against the table and takes another sip from his beer "So me, you need something to do with me? Does it have to do with Easton? Are you his ghost bro or am I just assuming there's like one military ghost about town."

Banks concedes that with a shrug and then looks confused about what Geoff means by 'starting shit' as far as he can tell he can't do anything, except for that one time that he beaned Easton in the head with a beer bottle which was hilarious but nothing he's been able to repeat. He nods and then continues nodding with vigor as Geoff guesses that he has something to do with Easton. He points for emphasis and then holds up three fingers sideways in a crude 'E' gesture. He then tries to mime opening a bottle, like a pill bottle, dumping it in his mouth and then opening a can and pouring that in after it. And then another can. He then waits to see if Geoff is following this ridiculous ghost charades.

Geoff scowls at the gang signs the ghost is throwing his way "Okay... That doesn't look like he's trapped in a well." Th man idly opening the notebook back open to sketch what the ghost is trying to hash out with gestures, so far coming up with a canister of protein powder and a coke "Are you telling me that Easton is really getting into working out...." This brings about a scowl "Fuck, he'll be insufferable if he turns into a gym rat. We're going to have to sabotage his gains so he gets discouraged. What's the plan man, I'm all ears." Geoff giving Tom his undivided attention

Banks leans in closer to Geoff and intently mouths some words at him that blur by too quickly, but the scowl on his face is probably pretty clear that Geoff's guess wasn't exactly right. He shakes his head and points at the beer in his hand before miming the drinking motion again. He mimes it a couple times before crumpling to the ground with his tongue out. Now it's hard for Tom to communicate that he knows that Easton passing out drunk is not exactly uncommon but he picks up his head and looks at Geoff expectantly.

Geoff scowls at that and gestures with his beer "Look man, if I'd been there I'd have told him that the protein powder and booze wasn't going to mix. Had a cellie who told me about it once. Not a --- Oh shit was he downing pills and then booze, shit...shit." standing up Geoff is already moving to go pull on a pair of boots "Man, why didn't you tell me he was mixing booze and pills to start with. We wasted time with this whole gym rat thing that we're still going to have to discourage him over."

Tom's face looks one hundred percent done with Geoff as he keeps going on about protein powder. He stands back up and keeps nodding as Geoff starts to figure out what is actually happening. He scowls at Geoff and finally just flips him off, one of the few clear things he can still communicate, when Geoff tries to scold him. He steps back outside the trailer and immediately vanishes. Well, that's not helpful.

Geoff shakes his head though he dons a wry grin at the flipping off and the vanishing ghost as he heads for the door, attempting to call Easton on his way out, and if Easton fails to pick up in time the next call goes to 911 to say he's worried his friend might have overdosed, all the while climbing into this truck to speed on over to the other man's apartment.

The dispatch answers and takes the required information, assuring Geoff that there are units being dispatched to respond. And so it might come as a relief to hear the sirens and see the flashing lights behind him. Until Geoff realizes these are not the flashing lights of an ambulance, but a police car. And the car isn't zooming by on it's way to help Easton, no no. He's apparently being pulled over in the midst of his drive to go check on his friend.

Geoff grumbles to himself as he pulls over to the side of the road, preemptively rolling down the window and putting his hands on the steering wheel as he awaits the officer to come. Fingers drumming idly against the steering wheel as he does everything he can to not give the officer a reason to ticket him...Well further then he was already going to.

The first clue that this is not going to go well is when the officer doesn't get out of the car. The second clue is far more obvious of one in that a second police car, apparently summoned, pulls up behind the first and not one but four officers approach the car, their hands on their weapons. This is not a common traffic stop. The first cop in line yells instructions while the others eye the cab of the truck warily, "Show us your God damn hands! Put them out the window, in the air!" It's never a good sign when it starts with yelling.

Geoff sticks his hands slowly out the window and puts his hands where they can be seen, calling out in a cheery cadence "Yes officer." in a manner that while not directly patronizing, definitely comes from someone who has spent time behind bars before. Glancing towards the rearview mirror he attempts to get a bead on how many of the fine men in blue are descending on his location, and how fast this looks to be escalating.

As the officers approach Geoff might be able to start to recognize them, not as police officers from town but as corrections officers from the prison. They are dressed like cops and acting like cops but Geoff would remember those voices, the sneers on their faces. Now, as if Geoff had just made some sudden movement that was threatening all four officers draw their guns. "Keep your hands where I can see them!" Two officers flank the right side of the truck while the lead officer approaches to open the door and the fourth stands behind him, pistol pointed at Geoff.

The first officer sneers at Geoff, "Did you think we'd forgotten about you Turner? Get your face in the dirt, and your hands behind your head shitbag."

"And what can I help you fine fellows with, it's been a while since we ran into each other, hasn't it." Geoff says in a faux cheeriness, side eyeing the officer to the side of him. Oh, and severing the triggering from the gun with his powers in a way so as to prevent it from being discharged without significant fidgeting "What am I being pulled over for this evening?"

"Get out of the car and on your face!" The first officer instructs Geoff as he holds the door open. The officer that is covering Geoff with his pistol, quirks his head as the trigger to his pistol suddenly loosens and then falls down to the ground. He places the gun back in its holder and pulls out his stun gun.

The two officers on the other side of the truck meanwhile open the door and start routing around after one calls out, "I see a weapon.." Which Geoff certainly didn't have a gun in his possession, he knows better. But somehow one of them is pulling out a Glock 19M. He makes a tsk-tsk noise as he holds it up with two fingers by the handle.

"And what is this?"

As if this couldn't get worse, the other officer pulls out a clear plastic bag that is full of pills.

Finally back to the initial officer saying, "Geoffry Turner, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Geoff closes his eyes and says calmly "I just have one thing to say...FUCK THE POLICE." Well it was calm at first at least, and well corrections officers are always going to corrections officers, they really should told him to turn off the car. No sooner is he beginning to syllablize 'fuck' ten he is stomping the gas and severing the stun gun's trigger, really he does /not/ want to get shot today. As for the police routing around in his car? It probably sucks being half in a car that is quickly accelerating out of there, especially as he'd start aiming to shove the fucker out of the cab once momentum was had.

Even as Geoff is starting to speak calmly the first officer is sliding his hand for his gun. He has it drawn and is firing nearly as soon as the engine revs. He fires nearly blindly at the truck breaking the back window and putting a few holes in.

The one officer still rooting about the cab, yells as he is shoved out of the moving vehicle. He gracelessly bumps down onto the road and yells in agony.

The last officer manages to raise his pistol only to find himself in a choke hold from behind, lifted up off his feet by a much taller opponent. He struggles but then a quick snap occurs and he slumps down to the ground. Before the first officer even realizes what is happening Tom has retrieved the dead man's gun and shot dead the last remaining officers.

Geoff catches that sight of the officer being put in a chokehold from his rearview mirror, well this is definitely veering strongly into the 'dream' category. So braking he throws the truck into reverse, hitting the officer who got shot on the ground. With a gesture of his head towards the passenger side he calls to Tom "Come on man, get in. I got a nasty feeling that you and I are going to get chased now....You're looking a hell of a lot more corporeal then when we last met."

Tom, still with gun in hand doesn't have to be told twice. "Go go go!" He is certainly more corporeal and more vocal here in this place. He is barely even in the truck, still swinging the door closed when he tells Geoff to punch it. He non-explains, "I'm Tom. And I don't understand it, but yea. I ain't just a ghost here. And fuckin' seriously protein powder?! You thought I was warning you that Easton was becoming a cross-fit bro? Dumbass." He is smiling despite the fact that he's also checking the mirror every second or two for a cop on their tail. And it doesn't take long for first one then two then three cop cars to show up in the rear view mirror.

Geoff is gunning it out of there with a wide grin "Man I think we both know that he'd be the worst if he joined the cross-fit cult." letting out a low sigh of relief he says "You have no fucking idea how glad I am that this is just a fucking dream. Worst they can do is kill me, don't actually risk spending a life in the clink. Which I mean I've already promised myself I'm not going back there, no matter what." with a broad grin he says "Fuck I was needing this, real life is too boring if you don't throw danger into it." Glancing in the rearview mirror he takes note of where the cars are, preparing to try and take out the front tire of whichever one gets within two car lengths first

"Oh good Lord, the fucking woorst." Tom's thick southern accent draws out the vowels in that as he agrees whole heartedly with Geoff on that. "I know! It's the only time I can actually fucking do something or talk or be more useful than silently hanging around Easy's place watching him bone that hot blond. Not that I'm complaining, her ass is.. woo" Tom is completely not ashamed to admit that he's literally watching when they bang, but well he's not that kind of guy. The cop cars are approaching quickly and up ahead there are more lights. It might be a dream, but it's not a good looking situation. Tom leans out the window to take a couple shots at the lead the car's tires.

Geoff laughs at that and shakes his head "I'll admit the chica ain't half bad looking, also it must suck having to live vicariously through Easton's sex life. Watching his midget self must completely wreck it." this is said in jest as he speeds towards the intersection, just going ahead and laying on the horn letting people know he's coming, can't hurt after all "So, got any idea on how we can get out of here and back into the real world?"

Coming back inside the car, Tom laughs and says, "Oh god, and his little stumpy leg kind of wags in the air sometimes? It's a shit show." Just as Geoff asks him about if there are ways to get back to the real world, he drops the gun and grabs for the seatbelt he had failed to put on earlier. What he apparently realized is that just up ahead cop cars line up across the road blocking it effectively. It's either try and cut the wheel going too fast or burst through the barricade cop cars. "Fuuuuck" is all Tom can think to say though about it.

Geoff 's eyes widen as he surveys the situation ahead of them and lets out a mad laugh, only speeding up as he approaches the barricade "Buckle up bucakroo, we're taking the barricade. I'm so flipping the truck if we try to turn now." reaching down he hits the powerbuttton for the radio, the rambunctious notes of Offspring's 'one fine day' come blaring from the speakers, apparently the excon has a favorite band. Steering the truck he aims to strike the rear of one of the cars to blow past rather then stupidly aiming for the middle.

The truck smashes into the rearend of the police car and comes to a sickening halt as if it smashed not into a car but into a concrete wall. The two occupants of the vehicle smash forward and collide with the windshield, dash and can feel the glass cutting, plastic smashing against them before it all goes black. And then Geoff is 'waking up' only it's hours after Tom showed up. The sun has gone down and he's outside the trailer, having apparently never made it to his actual truck which still sits un-smashed, no bullet holes in her outside his trailer. Tom is nowhere to be seen and only a light rain falls from the sky.

Geoff groans as he he stretches out on the couch where he finds himself, hand going up to check his face bits which are delightfully bruised and slightly cut. Grumbling he digs about in his pocket to first check and make sure he called the emt's for his buddy and then going to call up a little bit of medical help for his bruised and battered body. Once the text is sent for help, he flops his arm to the side of the couch and groans "Glad I walked away from that one...Should have fist bumped Tom."