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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 20:07:06 GMT -8
The decommissioned freighter has been torn apart in the search for William Bedford. Everything is coated with black oily soot and corroded rust. The smell of foul crude oil and iron is even stronger here, the cold air coming from the river does little to relieve it. Fog hangs low and almost completely obscures the grimy water. Sleet splatters now and then, almost in time to the rumble under the ground.
Timothy Mills is led up the listing gangway. He looks longingly at the water for just a moment, but no one allows him to escape the easy way. He's sniveling and shivering in the cold, looking even more underaged than a nearly thirty year old man should. From the stern, one would need to enter the stairwell and descend to the engine room, the site of the murder.
The expedition find whatever cover they can from the weather, waiting under thin metal sheeting for the whole group to arrive.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 20:08:27 GMT -8
Detective Butcher has his back to the entourage, rubbing his hands together in the cold, gaze darting around wildly.2jsEB0te+1 His breath is coming out in heavy puffs, visible in the cold air.· |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 8, 2018 20:14:45 GMT -8
I kept my eye trained on Mills, aside from a few little darts to other potential sources of trouble. But I stood close to Joe as I did.
Colt-
"How do you like my hair, man?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 20:16:56 GMT -8
Butcher-
"Ha-ho, heh, yeah. Oh man. The-- getting some frost on there.
Heh-- ah...."
He's shuddering in the cold, not standing in the right spot to avoid the sleet completely. |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 8, 2018 20:21:30 GMT -8
_I4ifo7o+ + 3 to help him chill out. I tugged him further under the eave.
Colt-
"Stay on the clock, man. I only got one eye to work with here."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 20:26:02 GMT -8
Goddamn Colt, you one cool muthafucka.
Butcher's breath slowed, though he was still shivering in the cold.
Butcher-
"Y-yeah. Yeah. Man I wish I had a flask on me, hah... hoo..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2018 20:37:04 GMT -8
 I stood under the protection of the sheet waiting for Mills to arrive. I had to wonder at the professionalism of the police force here, putting someone with PTSD and someone dealing with alcoholism in charge of this expedition. As much as I liked Butcher I didn't think he was emotionally ready for this. He should have had so much more counselling and possibly a psychologist of his own present. Still I wanted him and this thing to pull through. I needed something to write about. |
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 8, 2018 21:13:02 GMT -8
 I stayed close to my client and the corrections officer. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 21:24:27 GMT -8
Mills was surrounded, only visible behind his entourage by his height.
He was breathing hard and shivering, his breath coming out in big steam clouds. |
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2018 21:30:20 GMT -8
I moved in close to my client on the other side of Brandeis-White so the wind would hopefully disrupt his hearing somewhat.I insinuated myself there as politely as possible, it was my job after all and I couldn't do it with someone between Mills and myself.Edmund- "Are you feeling any better? Can you remember what it was like last time you were here? Covered in blood, the words of the rituals still on your lips."  I shot Bassett a look.Gerald -
"What did I say about riling up the prisoner?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 21:48:16 GMT -8
Timothy-
" *choke* Dad? Can you hug me, I'm scared...
What happened to your face?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 8, 2018 21:50:10 GMT -8
I pondered getting in there. I'd have to do it at some point.
Colt-
"..."
((I'm gonna use my Manhunter ability to try to suss out the most likely spot to find the boy's body, based on how Mills is acting and observation and shit.))mw8G18QD+ +1 ((...lol who knows))·
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2018 21:54:02 GMT -8
Edmund- "It’s okay Timothy. Perhaps that was too much. You sound like you’re very scared right now. You don’t need to be. All the scary things have happened already. If you weren’t scared how do you think you’d be feeling?" |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2018 22:00:25 GMT -8
Timothy-
"I feel like... someone's going to catch me.
I'm not supposed to be here again..."
Butcher seems to finally get the courage to look at Mills up on the boat,
and they share a strange moment of eye contact.
Timothy-
"He's still there, with me. He wasn't supposed to leave."
Colt -- There are too many fuckos wandering around up here for you to get a good bead on anything. |
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2018 22:06:19 GMT -8
I leaned in to whisper.Edmund- "You did mean to kill Butcher?"
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