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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:13 pm
"Okay, so." "Extra clothes in a plastic baggie, extra plastic baggie, eucalyptus oil and masky-breathy filter face things all on board. " Jack scarfed the last shovels of Tostones into face while indicating with a side-nod to the now very cleaned and a little bleach-freckled backpack that had served so faithfully on other excursions. "You gots? I gots." The small block of park with ethnic, indy foodtruck vendors was hip enough to have a selection of trash bins for recycling, composting and regular trash. Each item of empty food delivery device Jack put in proper place with bouncing energy. An early scope of some forums not 24 hours before mentioned no bodies at today's adventure spot- Girkett Cement Company. "There's no bodies, even with all the stuff. or if they are, they're going to be fresh, cause someone else dived the building just yesterday and didn't mention anything about needing a wail-wagon. It's an industry place, 50 acre complex built back in 1906. Originally named Haemersville, the name changed back after the W-W-2 with a merger. It was once the state's second largest cement plant, and harbors abandoned manufacturing facilities for the American Iron and Steel Institute as well as the cementy stoof. " " The tag list for hazards were asbestos, rust, unsafe flooring, flooding in the lower levels in the right season, and air quality....cause...asbestos and concrete. So we might wanna mask up just going in and walkin' about. It's a couple blocks off, nothing a jog won't bring us to in a 7-minute mile." "Sound ballin'?"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 7:07 pm
Any reference to essential oils, however vague, provoked discomfort in Shale. He hid it as best he could. "Bandana for the mask, but mostly the same. Peppermint oil over eucalyptus." Extra bag provided was a small backpack he usually used to store clothes or robe during working hours. Luckily it lacked some of the same bleach treatment that Jack's showed.
Having eaten before he left, Shale stood as awkward company to Jack's food fest. He wondered if that was part of the reason Jack ate so fast, or if she ran a ravenous hunger at the prospect of another adventure. Lazily he looked to the food truck itself - a dinged and chipped number, some kind of converted trailer with a cut-out window secured in duck tape and a jerry-rigged card table to work for a tray. The man inside looked unperturbed at his rickety surroundings, though; he whistled a tune while he worked, spatula constantly moving at rhythm like the large gaping holes in his lobes. Across the side and back of the truck read the lovingly hand-rendered phrase "Savage Taco: Eat it before it eats you!". He wondered if that hinted at less savory aftershocks.
Past the Savage Taco, Shale watched a man dressed in brilliant red and yellow checkered pants handing flyers to anyone who passed. While he wasn't able to discern his speeches, he looked adamant in handing off a flyer to every passerby. Jack spoke, and it hadn't registered initially - wail-wagon? - but the rest came, and his attention redirected to her.
"It sounds fine." No hazards of wet cement remained, and even if bodies were somehow involved, they'd likely be deep in the cement. However, the brought bandana sounded less useful against the asbestos content in the place. How much of a filter was necessary for that? He knew of a hardware store not far off that might have better masks, but taking the detour to spend money on one somewhat ruined the moment. There was a certain promise in going directly to location and sussing out the secrets in derelict ruins. "If a bandana doesn't cover the air hazards, then I'll have to stop into the Ace Hardware to find something more suitable. Otherwise we're alright to head out."
He wondered how many people lived their whole lives breathing asbestos in that plant. How many developed cancer and died from a killer that went undetected for years.
But at the same time, he wondered how Jack managed to cram so many tostones into her mouth. Unhinged jaw, maybe.
"Lead the way."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 8:11 pm
Thankfully, Jack had planned ahead a little. "I thought maybe you'd be goin' Au Naturale, so I picked up a second. You can have it, not just borrow it. " A Dust Respirator, complete with the two filters on either side of the mask, was pulled out of the top of the little bag where it had been nested to a second of its kind like a Pringle. Jack held it over while starting to walk at a brisk, lankly-legged pace, "Traps over 99.97% of stuff like lead, asbestos, and Hantavirus. I got the kind that meets P100 Class, OSHA and NIOSH requirements. " As a college student, the extra 30$ was pricey, but it was well worth it as a gift to someone who kept being game and showing up for UrbEx. No one else at the college had turned up as interested, and Jack's friend list was still ....mostly empty. And Shale was just getting started into the shindig, so he needed rightways gear. Maybe he'll keep up with it. Maybe he'll start going out on his own even? It'd be nice if we could start a little pod with weekly outings, catch hot dogs or go spelunking sometimes as a group. "You can adjust the rubber and straps. It'll be stiff first wearings, but it'll mold to your face after a bit. And you can buy replacement cartridges for the filters. " The blocks between went by, getting less like shopping or residential and more like old shopfronts, old fabrication plants, parking lots and finally trees mixed with industrial parks of multibuilding complexes. It was up one such small hill that their turn came, passing a decrepit wood and paint sign that mentioned the Girkett Cement Company as well as what offices to that outfit were which lettered building. The security arm was down and chained-locked down to get up the drive, but they weren't in a car. A duck underneath, and the willingness to walk the hill of the drive to the old buildings beyond the cracked macadam, was all it took. Jack swung down a hand to pick some of the dandelions off from their perches through the tar-rock into a small nosegay, but didn't lessen pace. "Do you like coming out to do this? You've never said, but you agree to. Coming back to it after last time, when that was your first official UrbEx is pretty cool. "
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 12:24 pm
The respirator was received, scrutinized, and slowly puzzled out in hand while Jack rambled through the packaging details. The question came to mind of how to thank properly, but he found no answer for it. Instead he settled with simplicity. "Thanks, Jack." After a last once-over, he slid the mask into sidebag for safe keeping. It rested atop the wad of spare acid-wash pants and accompanying dark green shirt.
While they walked, he thought about the prior outings with Jack. Danger seemed a certainty - the first flag came with the train that rushed by the pair, and the second on remnants of a youma attack. Would this next trip surprise him? Would it host a history of violence, of decades spent in anger and strife, of walls privy to every hushed, loathing word offered by men long dead? The ruminations spent in silence carried him through the brisk walk. Buildings, sidewalks, shops passed by unnoticed while the pair proceeded. If Jack talked, he hadn't caught much of it. Too much focus was bent inward on considerations for the past and if they projected potential for the future. He doubted it, ultimately. When they crossed into the industrial segments of town, he decided the lot of it was absent correlation - only his mind sought to make connections between them.
Surmounting the projected security didn't take the pair much time. The place looked decrepit, as expected. Jack's bouquet grew and Shale looked for signs of animals along the path. Everything looked dead but the weeds that sprung up between cement cracks.
"I do like it," he admitted as the lurid dandelions bounced in her hand. They looked like sunspots against the muted background. "I think it's easy to get swept up into thinking your life here has a lot of importance to it. That there's some necessity in your existence, that someone depends on your existence. But out here, looking at these old buildings with histories that hardly anyone remembers anymore... It's easy to shake that perspective. And it's interesting to learn about the bygone portions of this city. But all of that pertains to urban exploration itself. I could do it myself, but it's more interesting to go exploring with someone high energy, that knows the place and doesn't take it all too seriously.
"It's foreign, but it's fun."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:14 pm
"'A lot', yeah, people have a problem with that. They get to acting like the world is just going to cease to be when they aren't here. Like its a movie and they're the title character. " Jack looked over each of the dandelions gathered so far for an exceptionally puffy one with no blemishes, knocked it off of any real or imagined ants, aphids and otherwise, then reached to tuck it neatly behind Shale's ear amid the mess of a mane. "It can be kinda true sometimes. Like Maya Angelou or Mahatma Gandhi- people noticed when they died. They'd touched lives, and let themselves be touched by others. They made a difference to more than their family. They put themselves out there for ideas and others, you know? But they didn't act like they were the be all Big Cheeses, either. It's good to be realistic. " Energetic, huh? Yeah, I can dig that. "Good on you, rockman. I like your company, too." Jack pocketed the growing mass of yellow flowers into kangaroo pouch for safekeeping while climbing. "Site said best entrance was up the maintenance ways, so there's a little wooden doorhouse thing that protects accessssss— over there! " The white 3 walls and roof with door with cracking paint peeked barely around grey walls, detritus and brick. A cage of fencing led back from it to block off the stair from just climbing in. Lockpicks were produced from their hiding place, two appropriate pulled out, and then Jack crouched to give Shale a view of how it was being done, " So, you're gonna try this one, okay? But I'll show you how, cause just throwing these at you like 'figure it out, hurrrrrrr' is about as helpful as a**-less chaps. You insert a Tension Wrench into the bottom of the key hole here. Like so. Then yo ufeel it out and make a but of pressure on it. The different ones in the set are for different sizes of lock, since you can fit a cucumber through a drinking straw. Then you take a size of Pick and stick it in at the top of lock. As you apply bitty bits of torque to the wrench, wigglescrape the pick back and forth in the hole. You need to have enough give to let the driver pins rise above the shear line, but have enough torque that when they start dropping down, an edge of the drive pin catches the plug as it starts to rotate. You're trying to get all the pins to set, so you keep repeating until they all are, and different locks have different amounts of pins. More equals more security, and all that. " Jack pulled the wrench and pick back out from the lock demonstration and offered them over. "If you can't get it first try, its no big. It took me two weeks of fiddling with every lock in my parents house before I started getting the feel of it. And you've been with me to see I'm still no master of it with new locks. Just relax, and let it be fun. Its all spygames and stuff. "
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:54 pm
Some can change the world, but others are losing themselves to this misconception. As a lieutenant, I am sheltered from it; my presence in the war is minimal at best. Grunt work. I have no particular responsibilities that cannot be fulfilled by another warm body. But for Captains, Generals, businessmen, managers, technicians... For anyone that serves others or has underlings, it's easy to lose perspective. I wonder how much benefit could be gleaned just by visiting these derelict facades.
Shale watched a dandelion approach his face and offered no resistance to Jack's motives. It would disappear eventually, as anything often did, when subjected to his hair. "My intention was less emphasis on the arrogance, and more on the stress endemic to the thinking that something - anything - rides on your shoulders. There are those that can touch the earth, you're right, but they are a rare breed." Mostly that influence came from organizations - 'individuals' in the eyes of the law.
The hunter still felt the sprig of dandelion bouncing tenaciously behind his ear while he walked. He watched as Jack approached the access point. With Jack, nothing was ever executed in a benign manner - energy hummed in every activity, be it running or climbing or simply standing around in line. It never ceased, that voracity for movement, and in that moment he decided it was more a voracity for life, that she wanted to explore and play and do the way that all people dreamed they could as children. He wondered if anyone had ever drained her, and if that officer noticed no difference on her exuberance when he pocketed his taking. He wondered if anyone could drain her, or if her naked excitement discouraged them.
Would he consider it?
Thought broke when Jack introduced an attempt to break into the building. Lockpicking hadn't called any particular interest - he thought little of it beyond the first time he saw Jack work over a lock. The opportunity presented was therefore considered difficult henceforth, and he watched what he could of her technique. It looked like the necessary sizes were already picked for him.
The crouch popped knees while he situated himself in front of the lock. He peered at the structure of it. An impenetrable blackness stared back from the keyhole, confirming that he'd have no visual of these tumblers and their paths. "I'll give it ten minutes. Any longer and we might be here til sundown." Pick in left, wrench in right, he started by first rotating the wrench around to become accustomed with its feel inside of the lock. Some angles produced more resistance than others. Next came the pick, searching about for the pins that kept the lock from unlatching. A long pair of minutes was spent finding nothing, and going by tactile sensation alone to deduce how to proceed further. One pin was found, touched, and came down below the setting line. Another four or five pokes confirmed that it came down quickly. Finally, at a careful angle of the wrench, the pin set properly and needed no further tampering. The full effort of it demanded seven minutes.
The remaining minute was spent fiddling with the second pin and attempting different positions to set it like the first. Those attempts came to no avail; eventually he looked toward Jack and gave her a nod to take over. "I think I've gotten one, but the second seems stubborn. Let's not wait too much longer; if this place is fenced, then there's probably patrols set to catch trespassers."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:08 pm
Being willing to give it a go is a big thing, even if it's never again. Jack moved over to give him space, but stayed in companionable crouch and watched the proceedings with emanating glee. Actual cheering was kept internal, though not-noise noises were made in anticipations or let downs of the fiddling working or not in turn. The picks were re-assumed with no disappointment in his effort. Jack fiddled with it another four minutes to get the final tumblers into place while trying not to bounce. the interim time was spent singing Lionel Ritchie at Shale in playful amuse, "All night long! (all night), All night long! (all night), All night long! (all night)" "People dancing all in the street See the rhythm all in their feet Life is good wild and sweet Let the music play on, " Jack repocketed the picks, opened the door, and bowed like a bellhop "After you Good Ser, after you. Up the stairs and somewhere up there's a door in that isn't locked or anything that gets to the catwalks and service stuff for the upper machinery. And like....window washing. In like flinn, yo. " "And don't worry, it's all an excuse to stare at your butt as you walk up the stairs in front of me. Quite veiled and sneaky. You'll never know."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 3:22 pm
Jack's technique received special interest after having tried it himself; Shale had all the reason to watch how her hands worked with the tools and how she coordinated wrench and pick. The song received quirk of brow but no recognition for the song itself. Her finishing up took less than half the time - evidence enough to back her stories of more experience. The door swung open with minor resistance, suggesting prior entry was recent, and with her bow, he started in on the stairs.
Darkness greeted him until the mag light came out. The cold blue light hovered over the steps while Jack detailed some of the expected discoveries. Over the last shadow of stair, cast against ceiling while he ascended, he caught sight of some hooks in the ceiling to suggest the catwalk. He started about halfway up the flight when the door closed behind and Jack followed, always at commentary while they walked.
"Why would you want to stare at my butt?" The light danced across walls for signs of graffiti. A spider skittered away from the spotlight, toward a long crack in the ceiling where webs rounded out the corner. "Especially since there's so many chances while anyone is walking. I don't think they hold any particular interest." An egg sac cast a darker blotch against the wall when he illuminated it. He didn't pause; Shale pushed past the area to crown the stairs and proceed to the catwalk.
Considering the heavy cable suspending the platforms, he doubted their combined weight would make any difference to the catwalk. It offered no squeak while he stepped out onto its surface. The flashlight swept across the ceiling before he cast it toward the floor and through the metal grating beneath their feet. "Did you bring your lantern? I doubt we can see the floor from here, but if there's any machinery still here or busted columns, we'll be able to see those. Did you get blueprints of this place? Or a map?" The light danced further, venturing out toward hazy windows before aiming toward the floor once more.
"There's some kind of pipe there. Maybe thirty feet across? Smaller ones coming off of that. What do you suppose that is?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:19 pm
The lack of reaction to the serenade was sad, but Jack was overall undaunted. There would be laughs, real laughs, someday. They would be earned with honest stupidity and glory. As it was, going up stairs, Jack had to wait until the apex before demonstrating and answering the question of watching of butts. "Cause whenever someone's like 3 or 4 stairs ahead of you on a staircase you always end up eye-level with and looking at their butt. " Jack made a bodily gyration in the dark, "And butts is supposed to be sexah~ " "Or something. Just trying to wind you up. Playing." Butts don't hold any interest at all, huh? Yeah, man, he's gotta be ace. Cools. Makes stuff easy and not gonna get all weird. Some skittering sounds that seemed too large for bugs or rats made Jack's spine crawl as the shaft from Shale's torch pointed out features of their surroundings. "No, no blueprints on this one. So we're raw exploring other than the text descriptions or some phone snaps others left on the forums." "Always got the lantern. And rope. Can even lower it to the floor for at least something of an advanced look. One sec, " It didn't take much to unravel the bracelet and hitch it to a mini carabiner, then loop and secure to the little lantern now well known that always carried on belt. Jack let it over the side of their catwalk and started feeding it down into the black emptiness. Slowly, forms of rusted metal and remains of structures started to take form- an electrostatic precipitator, raw meal silos and pieces of suspension preheater. "I have nooooo idea what any of this is. I don't know much about cement, actually, other than Romans made cement. And we still make cement. And different cements have different recipes. I've mixed it in a wheel barrow form those bags at hardware stores when I was helping my dad sink new fencing around the house. Maybe those pipes are for water? Cement making needs water and other additives, so that's maybe piping for additives or water? " "Did you hear something that wasn't rat or raccoon like? I think I heard something. I swear I heard something. Maybe I'm paranoid. "
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 6:01 pm
Shale blinked dumbly at his companion in her blatant hip-thrusting. "... You're so weird." His squint resumed until she started on fastening lantern to bracelet. "I think you'd get along pretty well with my brother. He shares some of the same sentiments. He finds butts something of a fascination, at least."
Peering over the guardrail, Shale spotted some of many heavy pieces of machinery left behind. Given the size, moving by semi trailer looked impossible, or inefficient. Likely they wore down or no longer held much use other than by scrap metal, and vandals of any sort lacked the means to disassemble or wholesale steal them. The floor, from what he could see, looked just as detritus-ridden as their other forays. He frowned. "This is a pretty large complex. There should be some kind of fire evacuation map for a building of this size, too. It might still be around here somewhere. Unless the use of those maps was legislation from a later date." A fire escape map at least offered a useful blueprint - but if the site Jack cruised hadn't hosted any cell phone image of such a map, then chances remained high that no such treasure was available to them.
"Otherwise you could use this instance to start on cartography." Not that he imagined Jack holding still long enough to draw anything. He hadn't seen her hold a pen at any point, let alone take the time for fine motor skills. Did she have fine motor skills? She hardly held still to pick a lock. "... Or I could start on cartography."
"There's quite a lot of pipes through here." The mag light traced piping across the floor, with a few smaller derivatives lacing up along walls and into ceiling. "The central pipe seems awfully large for water alone. It reminds me more of those cement mixing trucks. Maybe it's chambered, and the smaller offshoots are for supplying water." Taking shots in the dark exercised their ability to piece together nonverbal information, but neither would know the answer without any material on cement mixing. He hoped to uncover a manual on its use somewhere, whether changed to the device's controls or otherwise. "The cat walk seems to go at an L shape and through that door, there. Might be an office. Maybe they used this area to oversee operations? There might be an elevator or stairs to the lower level, or we could try lowering you onto that large pipe in the center. Those smaller pipes look climbable like a ladder. It's up to you."
"There is... Something down there, yes. It sounds more like paws, but the frequency of step suggests something large. Coyotes aren't uncommon around these parts. One might've taken up residence here if it's been abandoned for some time."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 7:33 pm
Is weird good or weird bad? Is brother good? Or bad? But heeey, knowledge acquired! Rockman gots 'imself a bruther. "Fire escape thing's a good idea. There...miiiiight be one. Since there's no pictures of one online, maybe the ones that are on the accessed doors are missing, damaged from rust or weather or something. But there's probably doors people haven't passed because of locks. Not everyone picks. Some people Sparta the doors open, but that harms the place. An office somewhere might be internal enough to be intact. " Jack started bringing the lantern back up, rather than leave it behind, "Lets take the catwalk. While I like climbing, its probably safer to stick to stairs. " There was a blur of dark, large movement, and something smacked the lantern so that it arced up violently and clanged into some pipes, then swung back wildly. Jack started pulling faster, hopping back from the edge of the ledge with a shouted expletive. The following words pushed out as a violent hiss, "What was that? Did you see it? Its at least a flight of stairs up to hit the lantern, but there's no stairs there. I think it's under us. " Batted at the lantern like a cat trying to decide if its going to eat the feather toy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:30 am
The smack to the lantern drew attention mainly for the light source, and how the shadows danced in its peril. He looked back toward Jack, paused, and figured that she caught the chain or stumbled until he caught glimpse of something much less whimsical beneath. Jack's frantic pulling and panic only exacerbated the situation. Shale exhaled slowly through nose to keep his own cool, and mentally rifled through options beyond it's a youma, but few other explanations fit.
Carefully he crouched down, careful to avoid creating more noise and drawing attention to himself. When he was certain he could look over the side at that angle, he pulled the mag light and positioned its lightless form as carefully as possible. We need to know how big it is and if we can ignore it. She is right about stairs, but there might be machinery liked together that we missed or some other benign explanation. Was Jack making an elephant out of a mouse? With limited visibility, the chances of that grew astronomical. And with his partner holding the lantern directly above the cat walk now, the platform projected a great stretch of black directly below them. He turned on his light.
It was only for a moment. An impressive black paw gunned for his face, but struck the suspension bars first. The platform swayed wildly with the pair on top. Either it decided that tactic worked, or that playing with food entailed great entertainment, because its thumps ensued to unsteady them further.
"It's trying to knock us down. There's an exit over there. Let's go before the supports break." Shale spared little time for acceptance or denial; already the platform and chain groaned furiously under the assault. A last glance back confirmed that their pursuer attempted to climb on the platform. This is worse than I thought. If it can get up here and bat these platforms around, then it can break through any office door without trying. Jack didn't bring a gun, I didn't bring a bow. Massive oversights given our findings at the last exploration. Shale cursed under his breath and started toward the open door to the management section of the complex.
Another screeching groan came, and the platform lurched to a steep angle, ready to dump off any feet still on its grating. The creature gained a foothold on the platform, and was halfway to pursuing its pair of visitors. The bolted hooks in the ceiling groaned beneath their burden and began to crack. Shale gripped the guard lines as his feet slipped free of the platform. s**t.Ivynian always eat the feather toy gaia_kittenstar
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:29 pm
Can't outrun it, and can't safely jump things. Spring Heels. Our legs and more gonna break when all this comes crashing down if we don't. Jack started running, but stuffed a hand into an inner pocket and withdrew the pen held therein. " Sandrine Power, Make-Up!" Blood went everywhere in splashes like the elevator opened in the Shining. Speed and magical muscle resistance to landings acquired, Sandrine sped down the plank to half-tackle, half grab Shale up by waist. Friend acquired, and a leg-paw-weapon incoming, the catwalk was abandoned to flooring below as the blow rattled the metal behind them. " BALLS." "Can we run a split? If I can hit it, I can dust it." Shale's waist was let go, as they were on the concrete, to give him back autonomy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:00 pm
Shale hissed when the slip down the catwalk surface strained his shoulder joints uncomfortably. The blood and sparkles were both hard to miss - as was the stranger sequencing following up the strange declaration. The purpose of it took little time to deduce; few things in the world brandished such magic, and Jack's debut as a senshi cinched what he always dreaded.
Now it's my turn to say 'balls'.
Now stolen from the catwalk and safely on the ground, Shale took a moment to split himself from the now-senshi Jack to spare an unguarded side-eye. Her appearance as a senshi bestowed implications that he loathed to think about in the moment, so he cast them aside. She spoke - something about attacking the youma - and his brain took a second to catch up to the phrasing. Split. Dust. Divide and conquer - its attention would surely follow the easier target, allowing for a surprise attack. Participating entailed learning her attack abilities. Preserving trust.
Trust readily given to an enemy. Jack as an enemy. It felt too wrong to consider.
"... Right," he conceded at last. The youma caught on to their disappearance, and scanned for them from the catwalk. The search took little time. A roar came, signifying the need to act. "Be quick."
He dove to the right to scoop some broken-off detritus from the deteriorating ceiling. Aimed at a clip, he launched one of the larger pieces toward the beast to distract it from the undeniably exacerbating aura that it felt from her. The first knock disturbed its fixation, and the second clump of broken concrete finally drew its attention back to the slower, weaker target. Shale didn't even consider powering up to match Jack in this.
A ******** senshi. Why.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:59 pm
What is that look for? Oh...maybe he thinks senshi are terrorists? I mean...the whole news stuff says anyone in crazy clothes is a terrorist, really. C'mon, rockman. You know me. You know I'm not out to break wheaton's law. We're cool right?
'... Right, '
It's something. Yeah. Gotta be fast. I can't let him take the hits, cause he's more mushable. Sandrine let him take the lead, holding still to not draw attention for two seconds as the first piece flew. Then the senshi of execution moved, bulleting for the thing's flank. As it started to lunge, fingers were moving to wrist- " By the Sword!" LEAD THE THROW. Or it's gonna sail right past. It's lunging. Knock it off-The longsword runneled ashes along the fore-limbs reaching for Shale. "Look out!"
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