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.
Doesn't matter much to me, as long as it's skeletons.
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.
Last Edit: Nov 8, 2018 20:37:27 GMT -8 by ∆§Indea§∆
Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse
Angels Weep, There Shall Never be Another to Surpass the Incredible Coolness of This Guy, this Guy is the Last, the Potato to End All Skeletons
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.
"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?"
"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?"