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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 10, 2012 19:09:19 GMT -8
More apartments here. The design is austere and bland. Apartments here are in various sizes, are relatively new.
From here you can go to: Either stairwell
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 23:15:33 GMT -8
The good doctor trotted up the stairs with ease, especially since no one was particularly paying attention. He thought he heard Tyrone complain but it really didn't interest him too much; he had about as much sense as a 'shade-tree mechanic.' He passed the time wondering how long it would take them to figure it all out, but dismissed it quickly enough. Best not to dwell on the lie, just live in it. He reached the landing for the fourth floor quickly enough. The room was easy enough to find, though the empty hallways did seem to cause the good doctor more room for pause than he would have liked. "402..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 23:20:16 GMT -8
The doctor found a trail leading to the door, dark brown footprints coming in and out around a certain door. A bottle of bleach sat nearby, empty. Not enough to lift the stains, apparently. The door was taped around the edges with bright red masking tape, laid over multiple times. He could still smell it. Pus, blood, excrement, the whole library of human fluid. The door's knob turned, and he could just slit the tape with a pocket knife, or peel it away if he decided to enter.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 23:26:40 GMT -8
"I guess I should have had one of those knives from the kitchen... but... it peels away like a banana skin." The doctor pulled his shirt over his nose, knowing full well the stench would pass eventually. I'm just doing this to cover the majority of my mucus membranes from exposure. Right-o."I could use some of the ammonia up here anyways; that usually kills the smell of body fluid. But brown isn't exactly any decent clue. Time to step within their hell and my science lab slash crime scene. Am I talking aloud?" The doctor opened the doorway, leaning back to avoid a possible dripping of random fluids on his messy hair. I bet I could find some hair product in here that people haven't scavenged at least. Ho ho ho! Maybe some pills that druggie kid haven't kiefed yet either.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 23:45:15 GMT -8
The first thing the doctor saw was a huge wooden cross. It was bolted fast to the wall, at least three feet high. Next to this, was a strange object nailed, smears of darkness tracing up to it. It was dark in this room, heavy blinds covered the windows, only the vaguest line of sunlight glimmered through at the edges.
The doctor walked in, the scent of decay and infection was powerful. He shone a light on the nailed object. It was a hand, a purple skinned and bloated hand. Its fingers were curled around the nail in its palm, an amusing juxtaposition next to the huge cross, some parody of the stigmata. It had tracers of blood running behind it, like motion lines. Nails followed along it, as though they were in hot pursuit.
The room's furniture was large, overstuffed and dusty. Plumes of dusty particles flew in front of his flashlight beam. A huge sofa was overturned, and shoved into the corner.
Clumps of hair, bloody chunks and splats polka-dotted the walls. Ancient looking family photos of some dowdy blonde people were now decorated with a new pattern.
Pieces of furniture were tossed this way and that, as though someone had simply been tossing them around casually. A huge heavy recliner lay on its side, soaked in some pale, viscous substance.
In the center of the floor, an enormous black stain. Little flecks of black covered every surface nearby, like there had been an explosion of blood. Discarded bloody sheets were wadded in a pile.
He bent down to examine details, and saw flecks of hard white. Perhaps shards of bone. There was no scent of gunpowder in here, at least insofar as he could smell anything over that powerful biological scent.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 16, 2012 10:45:30 GMT -8
Fighting the urge to gag, the doctor tried to remind him all the other horrible scents he had encountered in his professional career; two-tooth-rot, cellulitis under the old lady's panis, pylonidal cyst ruptures, cafeteria meatloaf Mondays. He tried to inhale as much scent as he could, praying his system would adapt and smell nothing. Unfortunately, it only caused him to gag further. The doctor let his attention slide to the hand which was nailed to the wall. His first thought was either the thing broke away from its wrist or it was a victim. Sad thought Mary would attempt to murder us all by the crucifix. But at least Alex wouldn't be singingNearer my god to thee" as some sort of mantra. He'd probably just scream. He checked for any sign of gender from the hand, nail polish, hairy knuckles, callouses, jewellery. Moving through the room was akin to a nightmare for someone with a need for order, for the doctor it was more like minesweeper with italian leather shoes. Dr. Victor was never very good at minesweeper. He glanced at the stain in the center of the room, kicking the white flecks vicariously with the bloodstained white sheet. His nose continued to assail him, especially when the thought of identifying the odor tried to break through the necrotic tuna-sandwich smell. Dr. Victor thought back to the swarm of insects, or rather floating head, or whatever it was, he saw drifting towards Mr. Page on the roof earlier. A horridly archaic thought came over him. I wonder if that is how Mary got to be so... Mary? He shuddered at his medieval thinking. If Mary wanted to get everyone outside, it could have been because of that. If Mary simply was trying to help, she could have fallen a victim of it WHILE she was outside. I'm just glad we haven't encountered any more of those swarms. People would certainly just loose it like in that one suicide by nature movie. The doctor moved out of the stuffy living area and continued to asses the surrounding rooms for any other clues, bathroom, other connecting areas, closets for new shoes or better clothes. If there was some way for the swarm to enter, the doctor was determined to find it. He needed a better timeline of events, though, but his own needs were pressing him forward. It certainly wasn't the desire to get out of the stinky cesspool wanna-be Vanderbuilt mansion!He knew none of the other half-wits would have the stomach, balls, or brains to scavenge from here; and he better not let anyone know he was doing this either. Death by association. Or guilt by grave-robbing or what-have-you.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 16, 2012 11:12:22 GMT -8
The Doctor came to assume the hand belonged to a female, there was no obvious evidence of hair, and the fingers, while now bloated to sausages, were delicately boned.
As he continued to inspect, he found some cut zip-ties, perhaps something that was used to bind the creature. He walked into the kitchen, and found the refrigerator still full. The floor was wet with standing water, presumably they had not done their work on the freezer that had been done in the other rooms. The sink was empty. On the outside of the fridge was a list of "allowed foods" seemingly from a doctor, some sort of special diet. A leftover bowl of rice, sugar free peanut butter, sugarless jello in individual cups. A loaf of 'diet' bread, wilted celery. A carton of caramel ice cream was shoved near the back of the freezer and was still frozen. Ice cube trays full of water. Plenty of canned goods in the cupboards and half opened boxes of cereal. The bathroom had various toiletries that could belong to an older middle-aged woman. Lots of pale pink bottles. Some minor first aid items and various prescription medication. Framed inspirational quotes about walking in the sand with Jesus. The bedroom was similarly full of prescription medication, unmade bed with ratty blankets, wadded up tissue everywhere. Smaller wooden crosses over the bed. The clothes were mostly designed for a large woman, but he saw potential in a shapeless black wool coat, probably reserved for funerals. There was the odd man's red flannel shirt sitting on a hamper, it would be a bit baggy but not bad. The shoes were all fit with orthopedics, and incredibly frumpy. Some costume jewelry on a dresser along with some tacky knickknacks. A few scented candles that might come in handy. As for clues, he came to learn that the dweller of this apartment was named 'Doretta Harman", age 48. She seemed to live alone, but had some kind of male guest on occasion. (A man's razor by the sink, another toothbrush of a different brand, a pair of over-sized work boots in the closet.) He found a bloody towel in the hamper, wrapped around a large kitchen knife. This blood was less fetid than the blown-out explosion in the other room. There was a bloody hand print near the floorboard, and a large dark stain in the hall, dribbles followed from it to the front door.
Was there a second crime here?
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 16, 2012 11:50:46 GMT -8
"Curious indeed." The doctor kept the scene in the bedroom as his own personal piece of detective fiction. The tissues indicated some sort of illness, most likely a cold, virus, or infection. Certainly not enough to have caused spontaneous human eruption, but at least the medication was a decent find. The bedroom did not seem to be too much in terms of what he was hoping to find; apparently the lady had a lot of frump in the trunk. Nauseatingly obese and most likely some self-inflicted diabetes which could have been avoided if she was as devote to her diet as she was to god. Still, the additional food meant longer without needing to scavenge from other buildings. And dumping out the contents of the hamper proved to provide no solace for the doctor in terms of what he found. Sure, the knife wasn't that horrible. It was the parachute panties... the stained parachute panties wadded up like some cloth glasses or fundoshi. Dr. Victor began to collect what he could from the place, cans, medications, and other dry food items. He nicked what he could for toiletries which may be used by either gender, soaps, toothpaste, razors, deodorant, cotton swabs, toilet paper. He paused at the candles, and decided against smelling like rosewater or 'morning refreshment' as the building smoldered around him. The last things he stashed were the boots, coat, and flannel shirt. "If she did kill this man, probably an estranged husband, I hope I don't have to deal with that. But, I guess they burned the body AND whatever was left of the woman. Maybe she wasn't possessed at all? Maybe they just got sick of her?" Snark-ily, the doctor opened the freezer and pulled out the ice cream. He knew this was most certainly not on her healty-restriction list. At least Micah will like this. I just don't think my point was made clear enough for him, but should he do as I think he will, he can have this as his reward. The doctor let his grin show his teeth as he set the ice cream down to go. "Well, Dr. Victor, I must say, it seems people who are sick are far more susceptible to whatever floating diseased swarm there is. At least Mary probably had some form of anemia and this lady was suffering from acute loneliness and the sniffles... oh, and fat." The doctor turned to leave.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 16, 2012 12:56:09 GMT -8
The doctor was able to leave without incident, closing the door behind him. The hall was dim, with daylight coming only from the windows in the elevator lobby around the corner. The stairwell, at least, had windows. He went to it.
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Post by DKender on Oct 17, 2012 19:06:33 GMT -8
Alex will venture to the fourth floor to find more beanbag furniture. He hopefully convinced Sarah to come with him. Alex entered the fourth floor and scanned the empty hallway. His nose picked up a foul scent not far away. Alex swallowed nervously. Was this where the possessed woman died? He had to know more. The sun was beginning to set, but there was still time. Alex and Sarah noticed a door with red tape all around it, that had been slit open. There were faint brown footprints outside of it, next to an empty bottle of bleach. There was a very off smell to this hall, something biological.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 17, 2012 20:03:34 GMT -8
Sarah- "Ugh, that smell..." She glanced at the red taped door warily, and back to Alex.
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Post by DKender on Oct 17, 2012 20:03:40 GMT -8
Alex took a moment to ready himself, and then he charged ahead and threw the door open. In the dim light, he first noticed the hideous cross. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Alex glimpsed the single hand driven through by a nail: a grotesque crucifixion parody. He moaned softly. Gore. Gore everywhere. It was rank. And the cross was the most Goddamn sinister thing he'd seen since Mary paralyzed him ... She'd return, somehow. Hell came for this woman, and it would find him. He was screwed. Could anything - prayers, good deeds, religious paraphernalia - save his weak soul? Well, Father always said that God was cruel. "But He is also Mighty," he'd continue. "We must be faithful to Him or burn in hell." Now, hellfire was coming for Alex. Why? Could it be that he agreed to give Buddhism a chance? What kind of God would torment somebody for a peaceful philosophy? In his frightened mind, he distinctly heard his Uncle Brick say, "The White Man's God, of course." Alex realized that he was hyperventilating; then, his face flushed and he stumbled dizzily. Jesus Christ. Was he going to faint like a girl? Faint like a girl in front of Sarah? He reached desperately for the wall, but accidentally planted a heavy hand on Sarah's chest. Alex muttered an apology before he passed out.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 17, 2012 20:08:02 GMT -8
Sarah- "Alex!" She had to drag him away from the disgusting door so she could close it. Davin came out of his room nearby, and ran over to help her. Alex felt dimly conscious. Davin- "Christ! Kids, what were you doing going in there?! Didn't you see it was taped shut?"
Sarah- "It was slit open, we thought...! That's where that woman was...?!
Davin- "YES! That's where that happened, what do you think?!"
He bent down to help Alex to sit up, trying to shake his shoulders gently to wake him.
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Post by DKender on Oct 17, 2012 20:24:22 GMT -8
"Hrrrrgh. Coach?" Alex rubbed his face and opened his eyes. No, not Coach. It was Mr. Davin. And yes, he'd fainted like a girl. "O ... oh. OH! Jesus Christ, sorry!" He tried to stand, but had to sit down roughly when the dizziness kicked in. "Just a minute. Uuuurgh. I can't take this anymore. I can't. I don’t want to be like that. I don't want to die. I don't want to hurt anybody. Why did the voices choose me? This is a nightmare, right? My life was perfect. What happened? Why is this happening? I’m sorry, Sarah, I’m sorry! I thought you were a wall!" He stopped talking abruptly. He just had to calm down and speak like a sane person. "Is everybody all right?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 17, 2012 21:30:25 GMT -8
Sarah- "Yeah it's okay Alex! We're fine, don't worry" Davin helped Alex get to his feet. Davin- "Seriously, why were you kids poking around in there? I mean, you see a sealed door and--"
Sarah- "Like I said, it was slit open! We didn't know. Somebody else opened it first."
Davin- "Why... why would someone open that? I don't fully understand the situation, but Thierry explained some of it to me since I was going to be living on this floor. They sealed it because of that awful smell, and... well... I hope it was just someone hunting around for things to steal and not something more sinister..."
Luke wandered out of Davin's room. Luke- "It smells bad out here. Did someone do a number two?"
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