Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
A badly hurt boy. A note pinned to his back. A body.
Aiden had known for a little while, at least, just how strange this place was. He knew that people had died - his apparent predecessor had, anyway - but there had been so little notice made about any of the deaths (for obvious reasons) that he'd figured they were freak accidents. There was a chance that this was the same, but ... something in Oliver's tone read at least slightly different. Aiden was terrible at social cues but even he knew when things were getting bad.
People dying ... he scowled slightly and sipped at the water again, then set it down nearby.
"Honestly, I don't know. It's like everything that makes people awful and great all pushed to its limits." From a historical standpoint, anyway, Aiden could at least analyze a little bit. Sociological perspectives would have to go to people who didn't come ten points from failing the class. "A lot of buildings have bad blood in them, but it really isn't helped by the whole story thing that's been going on. It makes the bad blood even worse."