Jeremy Thomas: He's just hangin' out...watching
the body. He's gotten up and walked around the main area several times, but he
hasn't looked away from it for more then twenty seconds thus far.
Fausto & Malc: ((I can't
open 2 browsers here until I log the earlier scene so you'll have to go with
the convention that F> is Fausto and M> is Malc.))
Melody Drake: ((Understood))
Jeremy Thomas: ((Sounds like a plan))
Fausto & Malc: Malc has requested the body
be moved out of the office to one of the dressing rooms, and is keeping watch
on the monitors from the front security office, pretty much as faraway from the
body he can get.
Melody Drake: Once careful not to wake
Saidah, she slipped out of the room. A pause in the hallway before she moved to
go see how Malcolm is.
Jeremy Thomas: So, he's hanging in the dressing
room with the body. His trust walking staff is in hand, not that it'll do too
much in the way of defense...still, it's something.
Fausto & Malc: M> He's nervous watching
the monitors, under a great deal of strain, and clearly very worried about
Karlos.
Melody Drake: She moves towards Malcolm, not
silent. A hand very gently placed on his shoulder. "Hey."
Fausto & Malc: M> He smiles at Melody
when she comes to the open door to the security room.
Fausto & Malc: 7,6,3,5,9,9,
Fausto & Malc: ((per+alert Jer))
Fausto & Malc: 5,5,7,2,
Angelia Caponelli: Ang arrives at the back
door. Short little burgendy skirt, fishnets, long wool over coat over it all.
She buzzes at the door.
Fausto & Malc: 3,5,9,2,5,9,1,
Melody Drake: "You doing alright?"
Softly as she stands beside him, eyes flickering over the moniters
Fausto & Malc: M> "Uhm, okay, I
guess."
Jeremy Thomas: 2,6,2,6,7,
Jeremy Thomas: ((Sorry, comp froze))
Melody Drake: She nods in understanding,
hand gently squeezing his shoulder before it falls away. "Want
company?"
Fausto & Malc: HE sees Ang on the monitors.
Frowns, and then sighs. "I have to go let her in."
Melody Drake: "I can do it." She
murmurs.
Angelia Caponelli: She taps at the intercom
again, impatiently, "Karlos? You there? It's Angel."
Fausto & Malc: "No, you can't."
MAlc rises and ushers Mel out of the sec room, closing the door after they're
both out. HE heads down the corridor to the backstage.
Melody Drake: She blinks slowly but slips
out of the room as told. She slowly trails after him.
Jeremy Thomas: He's leaning against a wall, his
face contemplative as he stares at the thing. As before, his expression is
even, calm, almost clinical, with just a touch of being disturbed hiding
beneath.
Fausto & Malc: ((Jer doesn't hears Angel
knocking on the backstage door and hears Malc and Mel enter backstage.))
Angelia Caponelli: She frowns and taps at
the button again, "Karlos. It's Angelia. Let me in."
Fausto & Malc: ((ACK! Jer hears Ang and
Malc & Mel. Damn, I need some frikken painkillers))
Jeremy Thomas: He glances over as someone hits
the backstage area, and heads to the door, leaning out of it, one eye fixed on
the body. "Everything cool?"
Fausto & Malc: Malc goes to the backstage
door monitors and checks them, then buzzes Ang in.
Fausto & Malc:
3,9,8,6,
Fausto & Malc: Malc nods to Jer.
"Angel's here. Did you call her?"
Jeremy Thomas: He raises an eyebrow. "Nope.
Thought about it, but didn't."
Angelia Caponelli: She pulls opened the door
when she hears the buzz and stalks in glancing around, listening closely before
she speaks. "Karlos here?" She asks Mal.
Fausto & Malc: "He's passed out."
He regards her suspiciously, stifling a yawn.
Melody Drake: She stays a bit back, quietly
out of the way yet still visible
Fausto & Malc: 3,6,9,5,5,
Angelia Caponelli: She nods a bit, "In
the bed room?"
Fausto & Malc: "Yes. There was an
attack."
Fausto & Malc: "Is Fausto with
you?"
Jeremy Thomas: He takes a moment to stop staring
at the body, and looks fully out the hallway. "Hey, Ang," he calls
out.
Angelia Caponelli: "No he's not with
me." She waves a hand to Jeremy, "I'd like you to let me into the
office though Malcolm."
Fausto & Malc: "For what?" He
continues to regard her suspiciously.
Angelia Caponelli: "I'd like to check
something out. And Karlos should not be alone at the moment..." Her brow
creases as she starts moving down the hall. "You said there was an
attack?"
Melody Drake: She watches still, silently
Fausto & Malc: "On Fifth Avenue. I saw
Roosthorn."
Fausto & Malc: "I'm not letting you in
there, Angelia."
Jeremy Thomas: "Thus why I'm half-in a
dressing room, Ang. The attacker's in here." He nods his head into the
room.
Angelia Caponelli: She looks back at Malcolm
then the kin, "Melody could you excuse us a moment please?"
Melody Drake: Her eyes flick between the
both of them before she slowly moves away, and towards the room Jeremy is in.
Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Melody, noting the
obvious tension between Angelia and Malcolm. "C'mon, Melody. Let's watch
the corpse together. It'll be fun, honest."
Melody Drake: "Tons." She says,
very dryly to Jeremy. Glancing back once at the pair
Angelia Caponelli: She drops her voice some
as she looks straight at Malcolm with a 'don't fuck with me right now I'm not
in the mood' look that she hasn't had in a long time, "First and formost,
Siren's twisted Unicorns been hanging around your club since the day after you
guys when up state... and while you all might be buddy buddy with the spiral I
think you're all fucking crazy. Secondly, Fausto opened the tunnel. I can only
imagine he's headed over here. Now if Karlos is unconscious in there... and
we're out here..." She motions to the door expectantly.
Adam "Fausto"
Smith: 10,8,7,9,9,5,2,
Jeremy Thomas: He puts a gentle hand on Melody's
shoulder, guiding her into the room, and looks at Malcolm and Angelia pointedly
as he closes the door, leaning against the wall between the thing and Melody,
contemplative eyes back on it.
Melody Drake: She stays pretty far away from
the body as she stares at it. A vaguely sad look but it's mostly hidden
Jeremy Thomas: "How've you been?" He
glances at her, smiling a little.
Malc: Malc's eyes go wide, and his lip curls as
he heads toward the office.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Really,
Angelia," comes that smug, raspy baritone, tinged with just the right
smidgen of cruel amusement. "I'd have thought you at least would have some
faith in my professionalism."
Melody Drake: "Alright." She
mutters softly
Angelia Caponelli: "I was counting on
your instability to slow you down," She says some what blandly as she
twists her head around to look towards the voice.
Malc: He freezes, and turns slowly toward where
the voice is coming from, entire body tense, but it's a scarcely contained
rage, not the fear that usually gets him trembling.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He steps out of the shadows cast by the
curtains draping the wings, all cold, focused hitman.
Malc: He draws in a deep breath and turns to
continue towardthe office. "I'm going to make sure Karlos is okay."
Jeremy Thomas: "Alright as in alright, or
alright as in I'm being polite and saying I'm alright, but I'm really
not?" Said with the slightest touch of amusement.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang looks over Fausto,
her hands falling, catching and undoing one of the buttons of her coat on the
way down to rest on her hips. "I thought you didn't wanna see them any
more?"
Melody Drake: "It hasn't exactly been
the best much, and this isn't helping." She says quietly, still staring at
that body.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He snorts as Malc retreats, following him
with his gaze. It's the kind of look a person has when choosing just the right
lobster out of the tank.
Melody Drake: ((much=month))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "What I want has always come second
to my duty," He says, noting her unbuttoning her coat. He smirks.
"And don't worry, it's not your body I'm here for."
Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "I doubt it is.
Believe, me, though. Something tells me there's less potential trauma in here
then there is out there."
Malc: He disappears into the office, locking
the door behind him.
Melody Drake: "Jeremy, you're not
staring at the body of someone you once considered a sister. Who you know has
already been dead for quite some time." Her voice still even and calm.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "You should know." He grins,
moving toward her. "I'm in waste managemant. And Malcolm called to beg me
to please take out the garbage."
Angelia Caponelli: "The body?" She
shrugs and moves out of the way motioning to the change rooms. "It's down
there."
Jeremy Thomas: He winces, and bites his lip.
"Fuck. I'm sorry, Melody." He grabs sheet of fabric, a towel,
whatever will work, and covers it up as much as possible, making sure to at
least cover the face.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods and moves past her, knocking on
the door of Jer's room. He glances back at Ang as he waits for it to be
answered.
Melody Drake: She grabs his arm before he
can. "Don't." She murmurs. "We need to see all of it. And it
doesn't matter. I know it's not Aria."
Melody Drake: And she looks up to the door,
looking to Jer.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Were you there when this went
down?"
Angelia Caponelli: She looks back towards
the office and then to Fausto. ~it~ "You want me to leave?"
Jeremy Thomas: He looks at her, and nods...then,
looks at the door as someone knocks. "Entre vous." As he moves
between the door and Melody, just in case.
Angelia Caponelli: ~it~ "No I stay away
from here when I can. Karlos' pet makes me uncomfortable."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ~it~ "You think I don't know the
rules of the Concerto? You think I'd violate them?" His voice is
disdainful but there's a bit of hurt in his eyes.
Angelia Caponelli: ~it~ "I wasn't
thinking about the rules. I was thinking of your comfort."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He opens the door and looks over the
room, automatically marking where the bodies are, both alive and dead.
Melody Drake: She nods to Fausto, and moves
out of the way so she's not obscuring the body.
Jeremy Thomas: He relaxes
halfway when he sees Fausto. "Hey. I assume you're here for...it?" He
looks over at the corpse, a little overly long.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 4,3,2,4,7,9,3,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods to Jer, glancing at him.
"You were there when the package was taken down?"
Angelia Caponelli: She hangs out back in the
hall, glancing towards the office now and then.
Jeremy Thomas: He shakes his head. "Showed
up in the aftermath. I've been told a few things about it, though, from those
who did."
Melody Drake: "I caught the very end,
right before we came here."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods, reaching into his coat and
withdrawing a box of cloves, offering them each one before taking one for
himself. "So...tell me about it."
Melody Drake: She declines. "It takes
on the shape of people you loved, as far as I can tell. Or people who caused
you pain. I'm not sure. For Micah, it took on the form of his father. For
Josh... it took on the form of Aria. The body you see now." Glancing at
said body.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "If you don't know any of this
Angelia, it might be good for you to hear it." He says, in that imperious,
parental voice that can be so teethgrindingly irritating you want to poke your
own eyeballs out so you don't have to watch your dental enamel pile up on the
floor.
Jeremy Thomas: He takes a clove from Fausto,
lighting it with his own lighter and nodding. "That's what Josh told me.
Apparently, they're not even sure if it's dead yet. It hasn't moved, at least
not under it's own power." He shrugs. "It's got to have some kind of
mental power, to be able to reach inside people's minds, obviously."
Angelia Caponelli: "I'm going to get
one of them to type me up a report." She says in a tone that's far too
pleasent.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Who was Aria?" he asks Melody,
lighting up his clove and taking a long drag, exhaling through his nose as he
starts examining the body, poking at it with a pencil he picks up from the
dressing table.
Melody Drake: She doesn't look as he pokes
that body. "Aria was Corbin and Josh's packmate. She was the on who fell
at the hand's of Spirals." Her voice... even.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Huh," he seems to be cheering
up a bit. He measures whatever injuries might be visible on the body, then
searches the pockets carefully.
Melody Drake -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: The pockets had been searched already, actually, by Rei.
All the items found were carefully placed beside it
Melody Drake: She lapses into silence
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((And I forgot but he would have put some
latex gloves on over his black leather ones before touching the body.))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 2,3,10,4,9,5,1,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He searches the body anyway. You can
never know what someone else might miss.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He also checks it for contacts, for false
teeth or other dental bits, and then carefully strips the body down completely,
checking all the hems and seams, lapels, collars, cuffs, and then the shoes.
Jeremy Thomas: He watches Fausto play CSI,
smoking quietly. Just the crackle of clove oil coming from his immediate
vicinity.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang draws a cigarette out
and lights it before wandering down to the office and knocking/buzzing at the
door to see if Mal and Karlos are alright.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Then he looks up at Melody and says
"You might want to step outside and keep squeamish Sue out there
company."
Melody Drake: She glances at him though eyes
stay -just- on him. "I'd prefer to stay in her. But if you want me to
leave..."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc will open the door after a few
minutes, and regard Ang warily.
Angelia Caponelli: "Everything
alright?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He shakes his head and shrugs. "I
don't care what you do. But what I do next probably won't be pretty, and if you
have emotional attachements to whoever you think this thing looks like, you
might want to save yourself some trauma.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((That last was Fausto))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc> "He's sleeping."
Jeremy Thomas: He looks at Melody, smiling a
little. "Maybe you should get out of the room, Melody. You don't need this
memory."
Angelia Caponelli: She smiles tightly and
nods. "Just checking. How long has the corpse been here?"
Melody Drake: She looks at Fausto then to
Jeremy, and then to that body. She nods, shortly, and heads out to wait in the
hallway
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Uhm...a few hours? I was a
little...out of it. And I've been doing my best to stay away from it so I
don't...vomit."
Angelia Caponelli: "It looks like
Roosthorn for you?" She looks back at the change rooms then back to
Malcolm. "Where did you say you were when it came upon you guys? What
exactly happened?"
Melody Drake: She can hear Ang's voice but
she doesn't go that way. She simply waits outside the door, staring at the
opposite wall.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Ack, that was Malc. Why WHY do you
people force me to play 2 PC's while I'm trying to log the prior scene? *puts
forearm to forehead in a dramatic gesture*))
Melody Drake: ((*pets Singha and gives him
coffee* Its because we love you))
Angelia Caponelli: (*hugs* Sorry babe)
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Once Melody is out of the room, Adam
shucks off his leather coat and rolls up his sleeves, proceeding to do a very
thorough cavity search.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: MAlc> "Uhm...right now it looks
like some woman I've never met. But when we first met it, it looked like Uncle.
Talked like him, too. Saidah saw Uncle, too. And I think was...enamoured of
him."
Jeremy Thomas: (('Cause they're both so damn
COOL! *S*)) He keeps his eyes rooted on the face, gently biting his lower lip
with his left canine.
Angelia Caponelli: Her mouth twitches a
little at the corner. It's hard to say at what part of that. "You spoke to
him? What did he say to you?"
Melody Drake: She listens, and waits,
leaning back against the wall as she closes her eyes
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc steps out of the office and stands
in the hallway with Ang. "He said we shouldn't run. And that he loved me
and that's what allowed him to break free from where he was. But I knew it
couldn't be him because it was daylight. And even when he was alive, it was
never him during daylight. He liked to sleep during the day."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 1,5,3,4,3,5,10,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 5,8,6,8,1,6,7,6,
Angelia Caponelli: She nods faintly,
"And that's when he attacked?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((wow, if the corpse is faking it's gonna
need a helluva WP roll to keep from screaming out at that torture roll. *G*))
Angelia Caponelli: ((Well I sure hope the
corpse isn't faking it then))
Melody Drake: ((Poor, poor corpse... *L*))
Jeremy Thomas: ((Eew))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc> "No. He didn't attack. I
forced Saidah to run away. And then we saw Karlos. Only it wasn't Karlos,
because Karlos was on the phone. Because I hit speedial for my security
team."
Angelia Caponelli: (eeks. I gotta go in 15.
be warned)
Angelia Caponelli: She frowns,
"Alright..."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc>> "And then Saidah saw
his father where Uncle was...and he ran back toward him and I grabbed him and
tried to get away, and then the man with the beard showed up, and then Josh,
and then it wasn't Micah's father, but Uncle, and then it wasn't Uncle, it was
my Va..." His voice trails off with the strain, his eyes tearing up.
Jeremy Thomas: He winces a tiny bit as Fausto
goes to work, but, focusing on the corpse's face, he manages to avoid getting
sick.
Angelia Caponelli: She nods and takes
another drag. "I see.... can you write it all down for me when you've had
some sleep and it's not bothering you so much?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc clears his throat a few times, and
then says "Then that man with the beard stepped in and...did something.
And Josh showed up and asked who to attack, and I told him the thing that turns
into people who hurt you alot but are dead that you love."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Or something like that." Malc
nods to her question.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I don't...know how it got dead. I
don't...think I did any of the killing..."
Melody Drake: She remains
leaning against the wall outside the room, eyes shut still.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((That was Malc, of course.))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Fausto, for his part, sits back on his
haunches and regards the corpse for a long moment. "Well, it's either got
a helluva mind masking power, or it's a lump of inert meat," he proclaims.
Angelia Caponelli: She nods a bit,
"Alright. I'll talk to Jeremy about it then. Tell Karlos to call me when
he's awake alright..." She turns away and looks back. "Oh... was it
tainted?"
Jeremy Thomas: He nods, taking a crackling drag
off clovey goodness. "No argument here. You need help taking it
somewhere?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc shakes his head. "Not any more
than most normal humans."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Adam regards Jer. Then shrugs.
"Well, there's a cupboard out there with plastic dropcloths for painting
sets. Bring some in, please?"
Angelia Caponelli: "And the bearded
man?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "He's asleep in one of the dressing
rooms."
Angelia Caponelli: "Who is he?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Oh," Adam adds. "And some
acetone."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "He's...uhm...I'm not sure. He drove
Josh over. With the body."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Sorry some were Malc.))
Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Adam and heads out,
locating the cupboard. He opens it up and pulls a dropcloth out, hoisting it
over his shoulder as he gives a quick, comforting smile to Melody.
Melody Drake: Eyes open briefly as she
glances Jer. A faint nod, but nothing more
Angelia Caponelli: She nods to Mal and heads
back down the hall. "Mel could you tell Fausto that I've got some where I
have to be but I'll talk to him later?"
Jeremy Thomas: "Acetone. Got it." He
balances the cloth on his shoulder and looks in the cupboard for the chemical
in question.
Melody Drake: "Yes, of course."
She murmurs to Angelia, looking to her.
Angelia Caponelli: (And I gotta go pass out.
Gotta be up uber early in the morning)
Melody Drake: ((Bye! *hugs*))
Jeremy Thomas: He gives Angelia a quick nod of
goodbye as he carries chemical and cloth into the room. (Later SG!))
Angelia Caponelli: And after that she heads
out.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Malc gives a sad smile to Melody then
returns to the office to look afterKarlos.
Melody Drake: She returns that sad smile to
Malc before her eyes close again.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: When Jeremy brings the acetone, Fausto
carefully drips a few drops into each of the corpse's eyes, figuring that, at
least, would send most people screaming.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Satisfied, at last, that the corpse is
indeed a corpse and not some psychic playing possum, he motions for Jer to lay
the dropcloth down, and then for him to help move the body onto the cloth.
Jeremy Thomas: All right, that finally makes him
look away. He unrolls the dropcloth, making sure not to look up.
Jeremy Thomas: And he's up, grabbing the legs
and helping Adam to hoist the body onto the cloth.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He waits for Jer to help move the body,
then starts wrapping it up in the cloth.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Before he covers over the head, he puts a
dime over each eye, and tapes them on.
Melody Drake: "Fausto," She
murmurs, daring a risk back inside. "Ms. Caponelli said she had some where
to be but she'll talk to you later."
Melody Drake: ((daring a LOOK))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 6,8,7,3,9,4,7,
Jeremy Thomas: He helps wrap it up, then looks
up at Fausto. "Where to?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 7,9,8,3,6,3,2,10,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods calmly to Mel, as if she's
interrupted him looking over papers at a desk. "Thank you, Melody. Could
you check the monitors and see if there's a dry cleaning van out in the
alley?"
Melody Drake: She nods and moves to do as
told.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Mel sees on the monitors there is, indeed
a van from a dry cleaners shop outside. Fausto grabs a linen cart and motions
Jer to put the body in it, then piles some dusty curtains from a storage room
on top.
Melody Drake: She slips back. "Yes, the
van is outside."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Sorry to search and run but this
isn't my only delivery of the night," he says to teh two, motioning Mel to
get the chain to the roll up bay door
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I didn't find any devices on the
clothing, but I'd advise you to burn them ASAP, either that or toss them in
here and I'll get rid of them, too."
Jeremy Thomas: Up the body goes, and down into
the cart. "And, Number 189 on the list of things I never thought I'd be
doing...carrying a naked eyeless corpse in a linen cart through a 5-Star Club
to a waiting laundry van. What a town." He shakes his head.
Melody Drake: "I don't know if the
items are wanted or not so I'll make sure they know to burn them once they are
done with them." She murmurs as she goes to roll up the bay door
Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Adam, handing him the
clothes. "You'll do a better job at it then me, Fausto. Thanks."
Jeremy Thomas: ((DLP)) He nods to Mel as she
takes the clothes, then looks to Adam. "Thanks, Fausto."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods to Jer. Mel finds that as soon as
her bay door is open, the doors to the van open as well. Two men wearing all
black, and balaclavas that cover their faces take the linen cart that Fausto
rolls over to them and heave it in the back. Fausto jumps in behind them and
closes the doors, the van already starting to pull away.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: And the van heads down the alley and
disappears into the night.
Melody Drake: And once the cart is back in,
she closes the bay doors. Silently.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((And I'm out, thanks for the RP guys.))
Melody Drake: ((Night!))
Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Melody, sighing.
"You alright? And I mean, actual alright."
Jeremy Thomas: ((Later Singh!))
Melody Drake: "No. No I'm not."
She says heavily. "I didn't expect to be that disturbed. Josh is going to
be a bit of a mess. My brother is leaving. Saidah is going to need help too.
No. No I am not alright."
Melody Drake: "Karlos didn'rt react
quite well either, and Malcolm is upet too."
Jeremy Thomas: He nods, smiling sadly.
"Good...you're being honest with your feelings. Don't ever lie about how
you're doing, Melody...others can tell, and it only means you're lying to
yourself." He looks around. "Don't try to do it all yourself. Others
are here, and can help. If you need anything...anything at all...call me. I'll
be there in a flash, okay?"