Nocturnum - Chapter I

[Watus]

Pete pulls up short, the wind somewhat taken out of his sails.

"You know," he says, he face a little flushed. "You might consider investing in a safety harness." He hands her his business card. "This isn't going to look very good."

He takes a step toward the front door. "The kid seems alright, but they've called an ambulance." He points behind him, back into the theater. "I guess you better go check on him. We'll talk later. I'm going to have some questions for you."

As she moves into the theater, Pete is already jogging back across the street, where he pops the trunk on his car and digs his expensive-looking camera out of its bag.

 

[Majin]

Monday, May 15 2006 - 5:30 PM

Sara's eyes go wide as the truth is relayed to her and her features droop as she takes in the text on Pete's card. As the man makes a beeline for the streets Sara strides quickly into the seating area, worry lines across her face.

"What has happened??" she asks the redundant question, already knowing the answer. Her eyes go wide again as she sees Vincent splayed across the theater seats. She rushes to him and balks as she takes in the slime covering the boy. "What on earth?" she asks, pulling away slightly.

 

[Dhes]

Dunstand looks on in horror, as he sees Vincent being sucked it the trap door. The only thing he could see from his vantage point was a washed out reflection of the theater, but he could clearly hear the hellish music coming from the trapdoor

Rushing over to Vincent, ”Are you ok dude,” bending down to touch him on the shoulder, ”Dude your covered in slime.”
[sblock]Camera takes 3 pic’s a second on normal settings, Majin how much pictures would that be?[/sblock]

 

[ae1vart0n]

"Let's give him some air," Roger says nonchalantly, noticing almost everyone was now standing over the poor kid.

He walks back over and changes his notes. Type: Auditory, Visual and ... he pauses for a moment. The breathing was auditory, the reappearance on the chair was visual, it had to be. But to be pulled like that and end up covered in slime? This place was quickly working it's way toward his "potentials" folder. He satisfied himself with "Other", and continued to the Nature column to describe what had happened. Standing on the scaffolding, falling upwards, breathing noises, horrid noises (music?), sweat, dissappearing, reappearing, slime. And to top it all of he was the observer.

Roger couldn't wait to make an entry for Vincent. Fortunately he didn't look like he was physically hurt that badly, he'd probably be able to talk about it later.

Seeing Sara enter, he turns to her. Loudly, so she can hear, "It looks like he'll be ok. Took an unusual fall, but we'll figure it out. Curiosity got the best of us. Shouldn't have opened that door in the ceiling." He pointed upward at the door they had opened in the ceiling. He considered telling her there were pictures and an audio tape, but thought that it might make her more worried than she already looked to know there was evidence of the incident.

 

[hippocrachus]

Gabriel glanced sideways at Roger and his apparent nonchalance. The historian stood and gave the door in the ceiling a look of calculation.
"What were you two doing up there? You could've gotten the kid killed. Did you scroll down 'gross negligence' under the 'cause' of the accident?" he said, nodding at Roger's handy dandy notepad. He had a feeling Vincent was just trying to help, but the man really should've been more responsible than to let him.
Water under the bridge now, he thought ruefully, just glad nobody was seriously hurt.

 

[ae1vart0n]

It had in fact been Vincent that had climbed the scaffolding, and who wanted to open the door. And he had just mentioned they were up there opening the door just a sentence before. The guy had a bit of a superiority complex, probably got his way too much. Pretty common problem for teachers, surrounded every day with people who had to do what they said for fear of a bad mark.

But Gabriel was half right. Curiousity had gotten the better of him.

Not wanting to make a scene, Roger shrugged it off, giving a quick grimace to Gabriel's back, and then turned back to Sara. "See? My fault. No liability," he said half jokingly. "And no haunting either if that's what you're thinking. We have pictures and a tape recording." He was only hoping they had enough to explain what happened. In his own mind he wasn't sure.

 

[hippocrachus]

"What were you doing up there?" Gabriel asked Vincent, since Roger was too busy trying to cover up his mistake. "Opening the door" lacked a great deal of detail in the historian's precise mind.

 

[Majin]

Monday, May 15 2006 - 5:35 PM

Sara listens to Roger's words but still looks distraught as she replies, "I'm not so sure the insurance inspector will see it that way," she shakes her head. It was just so bizarre. It was just like Mary. The only difference was this foriegn substance that had covered the boy. Mary had nothing like that on her when she was found.

A rattling sound was heard from the lobby, as a few moments later two EMTs rushed through the door, one pushing a stretcher behind him. While one attended Vincent the other got information from everyone present and then turned to assist his partner lift the boy onto the stretcher. Determing that the boy did not appear badly hurt, they could not immediately identify the substance on his body and decided it would be prudent that he be checked at a hospital just to be on the safe side. They left just as quickly with him.

"They'll be taking him to Johns Hopkins," Sara stated quietly. "I'm sure you'll all want to go see him. I'll be coming with you if that's alright. I've been meaning to go see Mary there. This would seem to be a better time than any to do so..."

 

[Watus]

Pete takes a few quick shots of the accident scene - focusing particularly on the scaffolding - then tucks away his camera.

"I'll drive you. We can talk on the way." He turns to the others. "I can fit two or three others, depending on how friendly you are."

 

[hippocrachus]

The newcomer had the look of a cop about him and Gabriel had taken the Metro to get to Baltimore, so the historian didn't have a problem driving with him.