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𝓈𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒 (courteous) wrote in dunwichgame,

On his way over, Thomas debated the question that Cinna had asked. He wondered if he had spoken with the dead around Dunwich and just hadn't realized it? He wondered if the locals were similar to the Mistakes in that way - that the dead could go about their lives among the living, as if nothing had changed in the afterlife.

Clearly something was going on with this particular local woman. Honestly, Thomas wasn't entirely sure that he could be helpful in this situation. But by god, he was going to try, for Cinna's sake. He knocked on the door of the salon and with permission granted, Thomas let himself inside - slowly, cautiously. Mostly because he wasn't entirely sure what he would find inside.

There was Cinna, his back to Thomas. And as Thomas came closer, he could see her - the woman sitting in the chair. Upon that first glance, yes, the sight was indeed unsettling. Even with his experience with this sort of thing, Thomas had never gotten used to it. Lucille had always been the one with a stomach for gore, not himself.

He came to stand beside Cinna, his hand reaching out to touch his shoulder; his silent way of greeting him. Thomas remained where he was a beat or two longer, simply taking the sight of the woman in. With every passing second, Thomas became a little more comfortable, until he finally broke the silence with a softly spoken, "If she becomes aggressive, I want you to stay back. I don't want you to intervene."