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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:41 am
The voice identified as Chloe crackled as it spoke its location, then the line buzzed, and after a moment her voice repeated itself clearly. "I'm on the floor above you... please, come quick." The last note in the girl's voice was hardly contained panic, and then the line went dead. ***** Dickie looked from Suzie to the other man and refrained from sighing, barely. It wasn't that he didn't believe either of them because in his recent history he'd never had reason to think that Suzie was a liar, and having just met the other he'd hate to think bad on him either, but it was the fact that if something was going on, what he had no idea of, then it was just like Suzie to be one of the ones at ground zero -- one of the last people he wanted around when any kind of s**t was hitting a fan. "What's your na--" He began, stopping abruptly when he heard the hurried fall behind him. He turned in time to see the woman from his car hurrying towards them and his hand flew to his weapon at his hip, undoing the safety latch, but not pulling it out. His hand dropped to her shoulder instead, not registering the strange words she spoke, and instead trying to keep her from falling over like it looked like she was about to do up until the moment she vomited. He didn't pull back, and didn't react visibly, only knelt down beside her as she went down with his hands still on her shoulders. He looked up at Suzie, a direct and authorative presence in his eyes, and said, "Call the station and tell Maurine where I am." It wasn't that he didn't want to also tell her to have the dispatcher send someone else out, but was it was they would already be relying heavily on volunteers from the community to address any damages and, if it panned out, the potential missing person's case. "Miss, what's going on, are you alright?" He said clearly, turning his attention to Moestitia.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:54 am
Dante was about to give his name and background on hearing the officers starting question for his name. However that act was cut short by a woman running out of the police car and falling over only to be caught by the officer. She had yelled something out in a strange language and to everyone else they thought no more of it but Dante stood for a moment thinking on those words. He knew them to be Latin in origin, which surprised him the most to hear someone speak the dead language, but the audible yell made it difficult to fully understand the words the woman uttered for a moment. Then the professors eyes grew wide as he translated them in his head.
'ghost car!?'
Dante went to the woman's side with the officers and laid a hand on her forehead and then checked her pulse. He was no doctor but he had taken classes in first aid, and in field medical practices for the times he had fallen into booby traps or been to careless with locals. He then took out a small flashlight and opened the woman's eyes and shinned it in them for a moment.
"She seems in shock, and likely she injured herself while getting out of the car. It would be best to get her some place dry or she might catch something in the state she's in," at that point Dante leaned down next to the woman's ear and spoke the best Latin he knew to try and help calm the woman, " Is ero teres bonus era , capiemus tutela vestrum."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 3:47 pm
Suzie was not the type to handle these situations well. She was the type to be there after, ask the questions and illustrate the scene with words, not by being a part of it. Her tension was high enough before with the mysterious disappearance, then with the timely appearance of Dickie Maat – the town’s most notorious tight-a** about sharing information – and it was still raining. Then came the vomit and she heard nothing of Dickie’s concerned questioning or the observations of the other witness, she only heard the splash and spray of vomit hitting the ground and the gagging of the girl’s throat over and over in a nauseating loop inside of her own head.
She spun to look anywhere but at the group and covered her mouth with a wet sweater sleeve, holding back her own sudden desire to contribute to the regurgitated mass on the pavement. One word came back to her, spoken by the strange Italian woman, and she turned back with a quirked eyebrow. She didn’t know much about latin but she was schooled enough to recognize it when she read it, perturbed to hear it spoken aloud, and sharp enough to understand that it had something to do with whatever was going on with the lighting – she didn’t believe in coincidences.
“Dickie, let’s take her to the mansion.” A wicked gleam betrayed her eagerness in visiting the mysterious, seemingly omniscient couple that lived in that house – an opportunity that she had yet to visit since moving here and one that Dickie himself had prevented her from having more than once.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 12:30 pm
Calming, yet still very visibly shaken, Moestitia twitched at the touches from the men, only one of whom she had not been introduced. She never had been keen on strangers touching her, and was even more weary now after the strange happenings in that possessed car. Not wanting to admit her shock; her eyes did widen slightly as the, for now, nameless man spoke...latin? And here she thought she was the only one who did so. No matter, this way was quite easier for her, she wouldn't have to put added strain on herself calculating her words. But for Dickie to understand her, she would have to. Actually being around other persons she could see, knew they were real helped to further her calming transition. Less afraid, she answered as simply as she could, knowing full well they would think her crazy.
"Yes! There was s..s"
Another heave, fluid lodging itself in her esophagus. She felt better, no doubt, but that fear, that near immobilizing emotion was still very strong. Several deep breathes later, and she was able to speak again.
"..something in that car. It spoke to me..wanted to play a... game"
Recalling the memory made her tremble; before Moestitia could become wrapped into that emotion further, her head turned to the other stranger, a woman. Honestly, a mansion sounded spooky, and the last thing she wanted twas to go into some other place that was haunted.
"..What ..Mansion?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 5:28 pm
Dickie frowned as he listened to the words spoken, a glimmer of understanding lighting his eyes, but did not respond to them. Instead, he responded to Suzie's mischievous smile and words with an even deeper frown. He'd told her countless times in the past on her other 'leads' that the mansion was off limits, and it wasn't even a mansion it was a lodge... but mainlanders always got that wrong.
"Suzie, if we are going anywhere then it's to the station." He said disapprovingly, and then looked to the other man. "Help me get her into the backseat of my car, laying down, and I'll get a blanket from the trunk."
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