DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 8, 2013 14:20:11 GMT -8
Patti was probably right about the cancer issue, but he hated feeling helpless ... "Leave the door to me next time, Mr. Ashley. I have a crowbar." He peered over Ash's shoulder; the man was a six-footer (and then some), so Alex resorted to standing on tip-toes for the best view into the room. Why were so many guys in 403 tall? It was making him self-conscious, honestly. "Oh, Patti, that IS perfect." Alex swooped onto the pipe stockpile, chose a sturdy unit, and started trimming it with a hacksaw. The final product was about eight feet long and angled sharply at one end. Maybe, when they returned home, he could ask Lashonda to fashion a pointy tip for it, like the kind on a pike. "Throw anything handy in here," he offered, tossing his backpack into the center of the workshop. "Micah, you want one of these ghost pipes?" He considered the spear thoughtfully and then smiled like a son of a gun. "Actually, it's pretty big. I can make you a petite version, if you prefer."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 14:31:16 GMT -8
"Welding..." He breathed, and looked at the mask with a sudden and keen interest, before looking over the other things thoughtfully. He didn't want to carry too much unrelated, but he took several different screwdrivers he found, and a hammer. Can't have too much of those. Didn't take up much space, neither. "This place is a goldmine." He remarks, his comment dully echoing Patti's train of thought. Despite appearances, he was, in fact, always thinking about the future, but then again he did so with a singleminded intensity. He walked about and looked curiously, before looking for other possible doors. Maybe they might need a power-screwdriver in the future for putting up walls... "Too bad we can't get a car over here." He wondered what would happen if they came across a monster truck...or...some kind of big truck that could push through. Or a tank. He liked the idea of having a tank.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 8, 2013 15:10:49 GMT -8
"Fuck you, I'm 5"10 that's only an inch shorter than you, it's the fucking average. Okay, I'm a little skinnier than most. I'll be right there thanks." Micah sulked but stayed close to Alex anyway. He didn't need a stupid fucking spear, petite or otherwise. Americans were tall freaks of nature was all. His bat could handle keeping a ghost in place if need be.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 8, 2013 15:42:22 GMT -8
"That was a tame comeback." He raised an eyebrow. "Is Mr. Ashley just lucky today? Cheer up, mate. At least I didn't make any parrot envy jokes, right?" Alex leaned close and murmured the next part. "Maybe you should ease off. He's harmless, but ..." Alex couldn't say any more without breaking his vow of secrecy. "But just trust me."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 15:44:41 GMT -8
"I think Seth just needs to eat more. Maybe he should eat fattier food if he's losing weight so fast, though eating more protein would be better for him. Maybe canned meat or something, like once every day. Or protein powder." He himself really wanted some protein powder himself. He missed the chocolate shakes in the morning. Ashley didn't really think he was old enough to have cancer, it was just not likely, maybe it was something else. He had been troubled about his wellness..he liked the man, a great leader.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 8, 2013 16:07:52 GMT -8
Micah looked at Ash with thinly disguised derision, the man's brain was clearly 5 minutes behind the rest of them. Alex had stopped talking about cancer for quite a few minutes. Poor stupid sod. Alex was right, he should have said something about not needing to compensate for anything, dammit. He was behind in his game. The pink light of he flares making him tenser than normal. It took some will not to obsess over thoughts of Cornish college, sure it had been months since that excursion but Micah could still remember it as clearly as yesterday. "Nothing wrong with my parrot. But what Alex? Is there something I should know, he's not a fucking ex-con or some shit is he?" Micah whispered back. Fuck, Alex was naive if he thought there was something wrong with Ash, Micah could only imagine what the 'but' was. He moved a few inches away from the man. "Let's get the fuck out of here and check out the next stop shall we? Ladies first." He gestured to Patti to take the lead.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 16:20:12 GMT -8
Moved behind again, ignoring the boys, and focusing on the power screwdriver. He finally caved, and put it in his bag, before seeming ready to leave. He had an air of subdued excitement about him. There was nothing behind to look at, but he kept his ears open. He was waiting. They were whispering about something, and he had the sense it was about him. He almost wanted to frown, but decided to ignore it. They had other things to think about. Like coffee. He wondered if there would be something suitable as a gift for the baby, the girl, or Patti there somewhere. Or maybe Alex, he had been sad lately. He turned on his boot, and then shifted impatiently.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 8, 2013 21:02:48 GMT -8
All the whispering and swearing was getting on Patti's nerves. Most days, Micah was just annoying, today he was acting like a raging prick. What she really wanted to do was slap him upside the head like the juvenile delinquent that he acted like. Still, he was a set of eyes and he wasn't entirely useless in a fight, so for now she'd just try to ignore him. Which was harder than she'd prefer, considering her relatively youthful ears. Maybe she shouldn't have worn earplugs all these years at the range. "Let's move. Alex, since you've got the pole, I'd like you right behind me. It's long enough that you can reach past me if you have to. Stay close, everybody, and try to keep your mouths shut and your ears open." She didn't even bother looking at Micah when she said it because, honestly, she'd rather they all just shut up. Back out in the hall, they moved to the stairwell at the far end of the hall (they ignored the door marked 'Janitorial'). There was a small window in the door, but the flare just wasn't the right tool to peer through windows with. They were going in blind. She opened the door quickly and thrust the flare in front of her. The stairwell was empty. (OOC - I've made a huge blunder on my understanding of the layout of this building. Let's play pretend and run with it anyway. There's nine more stories above us. We entered on the "Marina Level", the next floor is the "Ground Floor"/Starbucks level, second floor on up to nine (actually tenth overall))She climbed one step at a time, partially because she was trying to be quiet and partially because the jumping shadows sometimes made it hard to see the steps. When she got to the ground floor, she opened the door just a crack and peered out. There was more daylight here, coming in through the windows. The hall looked clear; she pushed the door open and entered the floor. They were on the north end of the hallway, next to a glass door that opened onto a walkway that, presumably, lead around to the west side of the building, by the Starbucks. There were offices on both sides. At the south end was a large window that looked out onto the parking lot they had entered through. "Pick a door, any door." She shrugged and entered the first door on their right. The sign said 'Union Representatives - 110'.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 21:10:39 GMT -8
Ashley, unsurprisingly, takes rear, though his shoes aren't precisely sneaking material. It isn't particularly noisy, but neither is it quiet. He regretted not wearing track shoes. He had some of those...These were the comfortable pair though. He focused on the sound of the environment... bush-hearing, they called it, but all he could hear was the sound of rats. Somehow this was better than the sound of Micah. Alex is a good man to back her up. He trusted his judgement, as long as he didn't freeze up again. He didn't think he would, somehow.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 8, 2013 21:44:26 GMT -8
Alex trailed Patti closely, poised to attack. Everything would be all right. Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio ...As they ascended the staircase, his lips moved with the prayer, but Alex did not speak. Finally, they stood poised outside room 110. Union Representatives. Hm. He didn't really understand unions - they were like clubs for working people that negotiated for money, or something - but his father suuure hated them. "Keep your eyes low," he cautioned. "At least 'till we know the room's ghost free." As Patti entered, Alex followed ... (OOC: It's all you, Jara. Ghost or no ghost?!)
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 8, 2013 21:46:47 GMT -8
Micah felt that the words were a jab at him and it's was fair enough. Apart from the hangover he had little excuse for being such a dick, past of course the anxiety that the darkness combined with the pink glow of the flares was creating. Micah suspected that part of him wanted Patti or Ash to give him what for, that he was trying to get in a fight with someone. It was better than this headache or being afraid of the dark like some pussy. His uncle would have hit him by now, that was for sure. He could write a book on how to piss others off and alienate himself from others. At least Alex didn't seemed too pissed off at him, the guy was some kind of saint of patience. Micah felt more fear creep in as they made their way up the stairs, every shadow causing him to flinch. At one point he could almost feel a fly crawl against his skin but his better judgement took it for a slight breeze. A couple of times he reached for Alex's back only to realise his folly, he looked nervously at the flare in Patti's hand willing it to keep burning. He was comforted by the sheer light of the huge window on the next floor, his heart slowed down and his breathing became more regular. The place looked like it had been forgotten since the 70's, browns and yellows line the building along with a heavy use of glass and metal. The smell of dust was heavy and the air was stale, clearly this place hadn't seen much action since everything went pear shaped. The one desk in the room they entered even had a small dipping bird. This place really hadn't changed since the 70's. “So anyone need a stapler or eraser? Or just really like filing?” ((OOC: Edited, sorry for jumping any gun ))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 21:53:32 GMT -8
As if at his becon, a dim figure appeared at the end of the hall, maybe drawn by the movement, or by the sudden sound of Micah's voice. From this distance it was difficult to tell what it might be, but there was no sound of footfalls, still, it was unlikely they were going to be listening terribly closely right now. The rest of the room was bordered by chairs, as a kind of reception room, where people would sit before visiting a representative. There was a single large desk where the receptionist might sit, before inviting people back behind. It was otherwise dim and dark.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 8, 2013 22:19:44 GMT -8
Alex didn't notice the ghost; he was too busy rummaging through the office supplies. He picked up a cutesy stationary pad. The yellow lined paper had adorable cartoon kittens printed in one corner. "Mr. Ashley, for you." As Alex offered Ash the notepad (cops used them all the time, right?), he noticed writing on the wall. It had been scrawled with a permanent marker, and was difficult to read in the flickering torch light ... "Wha ..?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 22:28:31 GMT -8
"..Ghost." He offered, though he was behind all the others. Ashley had been looking about, and thus did not see Alex offer the pad to him. He was checking for ghosts or undead from the moment he entered. There could be a swarm nearby. She floated up and down, and seemed not to see them thus far, barely distinguishable from the darkness, but gravitated towards the noise, almost unseeing.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 8, 2013 22:37:08 GMT -8
Alex turned from the mysterious writing quickly, dropping the notepad. "Micah, get behind me!" He stabbed outward with his pole (the ghost was too far away, still, but he'd be ready if it came close!), gaze downcast, trusting Ashley or Patti to set the poor soul ablaze.
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