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meadowlarklogs2019-07-07 10:48 pm
rehandle) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-07-07 10:48 pm
Entry tags:
death is only a door
WHO: Damian Wayne, James Holden (& Stephen Strange)
WHERE: The caves, moving to either a hospital or the medi-units under the safehouse or bar.
WHEN: Afternoon of Nov 16th.
WHAT: Retrieving Stephen's body after the UNA raid.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of a murder scene/body, will update as necessary.
[ when the cavalry of two arrives, the cave marked out by the GPS drop is quiet. the dripping of water, the oppressive ambient noise of empty space. no lights are left behind down here, shards of glass here and there where temporary lanterns have been blown out, leaving passageways dark. but any light cast on the floor might make out the edges of heavy boot marks scuffed under many feet.
might also surrender up traces of dark wet. difficult to make out against the earth in some places, stark against stone in others.
the GPS pin leads to empty space— no, not quite. abandoned at the side of the passageway, tucked neatly up against the wall, a bag full of takeout. still lukewarm. an open container fills the area with the faint smell of rich spices. the bloodied footprints are darker here, tracks clearer. they lead deeper on, where finally a dim glow of light promises something waiting down the tunnel.
the light, it turns out, is the glow of a Morningstar issue neural scrambling mask. the body lies in an awkward slump to the side of the cave it fell in, chest a mess of dark and torn fabric, blood gathering on the ground. some meters further away, journey marked by drag marks, another smear of blood. this one spreads outward and thins where feet have marched through to leave the footprints that grew fainter the closer they got to the outside.
the size and shape of the body, the scars on his hands, his face once the mask is removed, blue eyes open and reflecting near translucent when met with any bright light - all confirm that they've found who they were looking for. ]
WHERE: The caves, moving to either a hospital or the medi-units under the safehouse or bar.
WHEN: Afternoon of Nov 16th.
WHAT: Retrieving Stephen's body after the UNA raid.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of a murder scene/body, will update as necessary.
[ when the cavalry of two arrives, the cave marked out by the GPS drop is quiet. the dripping of water, the oppressive ambient noise of empty space. no lights are left behind down here, shards of glass here and there where temporary lanterns have been blown out, leaving passageways dark. but any light cast on the floor might make out the edges of heavy boot marks scuffed under many feet.
might also surrender up traces of dark wet. difficult to make out against the earth in some places, stark against stone in others.
the GPS pin leads to empty space— no, not quite. abandoned at the side of the passageway, tucked neatly up against the wall, a bag full of takeout. still lukewarm. an open container fills the area with the faint smell of rich spices. the bloodied footprints are darker here, tracks clearer. they lead deeper on, where finally a dim glow of light promises something waiting down the tunnel.
the light, it turns out, is the glow of a Morningstar issue neural scrambling mask. the body lies in an awkward slump to the side of the cave it fell in, chest a mess of dark and torn fabric, blood gathering on the ground. some meters further away, journey marked by drag marks, another smear of blood. this one spreads outward and thins where feet have marched through to leave the footprints that grew fainter the closer they got to the outside.
the size and shape of the body, the scars on his hands, his face once the mask is removed, blue eyes open and reflecting near translucent when met with any bright light - all confirm that they've found who they were looking for. ]