Ginko winced at the crack of thunder, but slowed down a little once he was outside the bar. He pulled the helmet off his head, leaving his hair sticking up even more than usual. With a sigh, he wiped off the outside surface as thoroughly as he could with the sleeve of his coat before shoving the door open again long enough to toss the helmet back inside. Didn't want to end up leaving any fingerprints if Ernie did decide to blame it on the strange man asking about ghosts.
He waited until he was a little further away to get out his phone and dial 911. "Hello, I need the fire department...? Yes, it looks like a lightning strike has started a fire here, at, uh..."
Even as he gave the address, he kept watching the area warily, and walking gradually further away from the burning bar.
Like a snarling, injured animal, the storm raged on. Bolts stabbed at the surrounding pines and the direct tv dish atop the bar. Luckily, this seemingly random act of nature provided a solid alibi for Ginko and by the time orange flames crowned the building, sirens could be heard above the thunder.
Brave men and women leaped from the truck and at least one of them stopped to stare at the place before going to work-- as if she knew something.
Maurice, meanwhile, hid himself away in the pines out back--the one place besides the bar interior he could go. The mechanic watched the flames through the trees and hoped that the disturbed spirit didn't have quite as long a leash as he had. He faux-sat on a sawed off stump with his chin in his hands.
By the time the firefighters actually arrived, Ginko was long gone.
The idea of abandoning the whole situation didn't sit too well with him - but he figured he should probably wait a while before he risked coming back here.
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He waited until he was a little further away to get out his phone and dial 911. "Hello, I need the fire department...? Yes, it looks like a lightning strike has started a fire here, at, uh..."
Even as he gave the address, he kept watching the area warily, and walking gradually further away from the burning bar.
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Brave men and women leaped from the truck and at least one of them stopped to stare at the place before going to work-- as if she knew something.
Maurice, meanwhile, hid himself away in the pines out back--the one place besides the bar interior he could go. The mechanic watched the flames through the trees and hoped that the disturbed spirit didn't have quite as long a leash as he had. He faux-sat on a sawed off stump with his chin in his hands.
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The idea of abandoning the whole situation didn't sit too well with him - but he figured he should probably wait a while before he risked coming back here.