Out Of Character | Roster | Theme
“Turn back, turn back, thou pretty bride,
Within this house thou must not abide.
For here do evil things betide.”
― Jacob Grimm
"Hello, Flagstaff! This beautiful Tuesday morning calls for a blast from the past, so let's say good morning to those Mr. Blue Skys! Thank you for tuning in to 100.ONE!"
It was yet another perfectly normal day in Flagstaff. Mrs. Howards was putting fresh donuts in the display window at the Bakery, Mr. Fuller flipped over the sign to 'open' at his Gas Station, Kids were climbing of school buses emotionally dead and quasi-comatose. Yep, everything was normal. Except for the man in the tan pickup truck driving down historic route 66 with the windows down. Everything looked normal enough: The blue tarp covering the bed looked a little out of place, but still nothing to even raise an eyebrow at.
Cyrus pulled the beat up old Chevy into Mr. Fuller's gas station and parked it at one of the pumps. Stepping out of the cab, Cyrus took a deep breath, "Man its good to be back," he commented before slamming the truck door with a satisfying thunk. Walking to the bed, Cyrus checked the ropes keeping the tarp down, making sure they were all tight. After he was satisfied, Cyrus headed for the door.
"Hey, Cyrus. Back already?"
"Yeah, the Elk weren't biting." Mr. Fuller chuckled as Cyrus rooted through the shelves of candy bars and sunflower seeds.
"What's in the bed? Looks like you got something.'
Cyrus straightened up and the hairs on his neck stood up. "I... found a yard sale on the way home, and found a deal. I. couldn't. resist?" Fuller just rolled his eyes. Between Mr. Grimm and his children leaving town at odd times of the year for hunting trips and returning with all manner of strange things, Mr. Fuller was used to rarely getting a straight answer. Glancing out again, Fuller squinted his eyes, focusing on the tarp. "Say, looks like somethings moving in the back there."
Cyrus' eyes widened and he rushed out to the back of the truck. His eyes darted around like he was trying to pin something down. Then he drove his elbow into something under the tarp and the squirming calmed. Cyrus walked back into the store with a nervous smile on his face, wiping some sweat from his brow. "I think there was a raccoon in one of the cabinets." Fuller nodded his head, accepting the answer like it was obvious. Cyrus grabbed a bag of chips and a soda before walking to the register to pay for the truck and human fuel.
The rest of the way home took Cyrus though his favorite town in America. It wasn't the biggest or the newest or cleanest. Heck, it wasn't even the oldest, but it was where he had grown up, learning about all the things that go bump in the night. Even with all his training, he still wasn't completely sure what was in the back of his truck. After he drove up the wooded road to the house, passing the old familiar standing stones, he backed the truck down into "The Bunker". Old man Grimm thought it might be smart to have a rebar-reinforced concrete bunker buried five feet below the surface. Just in case. The ramp that led down to the steel door was narrow, but Cyrus managed to get the truck down there without scratching the paint or breaking off a mirror. Now came the fun part. Cyrus uncovered the bed of the truck and surveyed the monster he had hogtied with old chains. "You are one ugly motherFer."
Books littered the floor of Thomas Grimm's study as Cyrus tried to find out what he had drug in. "Damn it!" He muttered, slamming a book close. "I never was the best at this. Where's Dad when you need him? Where IS Dad?" Cyrus did a quick search of the house but yielded no padre. Then it dawned on him to check his phone...
Cyrus I'm on the trail of something in idaho
im leaving for the cabbin for a few days
be back soon
"Great timing, Dad. How am I gonna kill this bastard if I can't figure out what it is?" He looked back at books on the floor. Then an idea hit him like the Grimm Axe. "G.G.!"
"Can I help you... Sir?"
Cyrus gave a half-grin half-grimace to the sassy receptionist. "I need to pick up Ginger Grimm. I'm her brother, Cyrus."
"I.D."
"Excuse me?"
"Sir, I have to see I.D. before I can let Ms. Grimm go with you. Now if you want me to call the police on your sorry..."
"No, No, No! That is definitely not necessary!" Cyrus whipped out his wallet and handed the lady his Driver's License.
"Alright, Mr. Grimm. I'll have Ginger released."
"Released?" Cyrus asked with raised eyebrows and a joking grin that quickly traded places with an anxious frown when he saw the gargoyle face of the receptionist. "Never mind... I'll wait in the hall."
After he escaped the gorgon's den, Cyrus pulled out his phone and texted Alex.
Alex, I need you to swing by the house later.
Bring the biggest gun you got.