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Captain William Turner (pirateboyturner) wrote in hhouse,
@ 2008-01-28 20:52:00

The First Death
Who: William Turner, Ichabod Crane and OPEN! (Tag everyone and anyone!)
When: Late night around 10 or so
Where: Den
Rating: R for mention of blood and death
Status: Incomplete

Dear William was sitting in the den with his nose deep in a book. He was frustrated that it seemed to him that he was the only one that was trying to figure out how the hell he and everyone else got here and more importantly how the hell to get out.

He groans and slams the book closed and throws it back to the rest of the pile. The cloud of dust floating up as he pinches the bridge of his nose. This electic light was wonderous for reading but it hurt his eyes. He found himself missing the sea more than Elizabeth. He didn't sleep at night since he was supposed to be shepparding the souls at this time, yet each book only spoke of the history of the house and the structure than he's more important questions.

He sighs and leans over to pick up the next book. He leans back and opens to start reading once more.

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constable
2008-01-29 05:26 am UTC (link)

Ichabod was not the sort of man would could simply rest for days on end, regardless of the circumstances. Granted he had rested for the majority of the day after his incident, but he became more restless the longer he remained in his room. There was a mystery to be solved, and lingering in a sickbed would not solve it.

Katrina would understand- besides, he was feeling far better.

Dressed in his usual attire and walking just a bit more slowly, Ichabod took to exploring the halls once more- but with more caution than he had exhibited previously. What rooms were unlocked he would glance in, taking note as to the layout of the house; it would no doubt come in handy eventually.

He paused by the door of one room, a soft thump drawing his attention as he pressed his hand to the door, opening it just a bit. Within the well lit room sat a familiar figure; Ichabod remembered meeting this young man when the strange man had called them to his presence.

"Mr. Turner," he greeted the young man as he noted the books. "Forgive me for disturbing you." He prepared to close the door and leave the man to his peace, but he did pause for a moment- after all, there were books at hand. Naturally he was curious.

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pirateboyturner
2008-01-29 05:37 am UTC (link)

Will was turning the page of the book as Ichabod spoke. He looks up and gives a smile. He remembered the man as well and grateful for a familiar and friendly face. He found the Constable more pleasant and well, understandable than Jack in the brief time that he spoke with him. He had the feeling that this man would be a fine companion to have in the adventure of finding a way out of here.

"You are not disturbing me, Ichabod," he says remembering that the man wished for him to call him by his first name as he moved to stand up as was the gentleman thing to do. "I was merely trying to find answers in books that seem only to tell meaningless things." He throws the book in his hand back to the pile and turns back to the constable.

Will was more at ease in his attire now. His shirt open slightly to show his chest scar. No bandana in his hair, it was tied pulled back in a loose ponytail. The bandana was tied to his belt. Sword was leaning against the arm of the chair.

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constable
2008-01-29 05:46 am UTC (link)

Ichabod smiled slightly as he entered, remembering that speaking to this gentleman was like a touch of home; similar time period and all. At that point the similarity stopped.

"I find that books rarely hold meaningless things," he offered, not at all trying to offend or condescend. Granted the man generally kept to scientific texts, but the idea of most books being worthless... well, maybe some were.

He walked to the stack of books to lift the most recently discarded one; an architectural text apparently- a history of the structure. Interesting.

"I believe the answers will be extremely difficult to discover if the behaviour of the caretaker was any indication," he offered as he returned the book to its previous place and opting to settle in a chair across from William. "But not impossible."

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pirateboyturner
2008-01-29 06:04 am UTC (link)

Cue the "huh" face from the Captain. He stares at Ichabod a moment feeling most like the time when Jack rambled on and on about things that just went over Will's head. He was a "yes" or "no" man after all. Say it straight or don't say it at all. Seems he might have been wrong about the constable. Time can only tell about a man after all.

He give a half shrug and moves to sit back down to face the constable. "In truth, I do believe that you are right yet I don't see how knowing the architecture of the building will help in getting us all out," he states firmly. "Thus, these books are useless and it seems I have more searching to do."

He raised an eyebrow than as if he noticed something different about the man. There was a wound slightly visable on his neck and he seemed paler than normal. Also, his wife wasn't with him, which Will found odd. If Elizabeth was here with him she would be glued to his hip and that's a fact (even if she protested the whole thing the whole time, he'd take the ear full just to make sure she was safe). "What happened, sir?" he asks suddenly motioning to his neck.

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constable
2008-01-29 06:17 am UTC (link)

Ichabod thought on that very point; what would knowing the architecture of the building have to do with finding its secrets? "I would imagine that it would be advantageous to know the structure of your ship," he asked more than stated. "Facets that could be used to your advantage, hidden areas perhaps; they won't give the answer we seek, I'm sure."

With the letter wishing them luck on their survival, the most menial piece of information might become valuable- not to mention the other occupants.

It was then that he realized that the sailor was looking at him oddly, and he became a bit self conscious about it. It was immediately followed by the question that he couldn't answer; Ichabod's expression showed his mild confusion until William motioned.

Oh yes, his neck.

"Nothing," he answered in a mildly sheepish tone, reaching up to adjust his cravat. "I fear I was less than careful; these things do happen." Not that he believed the young man would believe it was a shaving accident, but it was as reasonable as any other explanation.

"I have been exploring the house, and have found nothing of interest yet." Yet being the key word. "I assume for you it is the same?"

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pirateboyturner
2008-01-29 06:32 am UTC (link)

He would give the man that. Knowing the ins and outs of the place would be useful in helping them survive but not escape.
So, he nodded once in agreement to that statement.

Though, he kept the raised eyebrow expression at Ichabod's explaination and expression. He was hiding something. Will could tell that much.

"You assume correct. Just empty rooms and more confused people," he states leaning back as he decides to drop the previous topic. He'll find out sooner or later after all. "Though, I must admit that you and your wife are the only two I have spoken with in depth. I've kept to myself mostly."

	damnedchilder 2008-01-30 05:44 am UTC (link)
	Claudia had been playing the piano in the parlor for Louis when she heard the scream. She immediately stops playing and tilts her head, listening carefully. There was no second scream. "Louis...." she said nervously, sliding from the piano bench and heading to the door. "Should we check?" (Reply to this) (Thread)

	damnedchilder 2008-01-30 06:07 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, please." she said, holding her arms out to him. Claudia was very quick to forgive Louis and the indiscretion from the night before was already forgotten. The scream scared her, just a little. In this place, it could be her screams next. It could be Louis' screams. The thought chilled her to the very bone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	damnedchilder 2008-01-30 06:29 am UTC (link)
	In Louis' arms, Claudia had a good veiw of the dead woman. The blood reached her senses and she shivered. But it was useless. Dead blood. A waste. "Constable?" she said softly. He was probably still afraid of her. She had apologized, but she had also almost killed him. He was probably touchy about the whole thing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)