Archer Avery (arcarius) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-09-24 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | archer, bryant, complete, cycle001, npc, o'brien |
rain is inconsequential; information is everything
WHO: Archer, O’Brien, Bryant, NPC desk clerk
WHEN: 6AM
WHERE: starting in the hotel lobby, moving to room 315
WHAT: Archer and O’Brien arrive to investigate the phone calls to 911
WARNING: bad language
Archer strode through the entrance to the hotel and into the lobby. Considering the storm in progress, he did so with water running down his trenchcoat -- he’d buttoned it closed to walk inside, immediately undid the buttons inside the front door -- and plastering his short white hair to his head. He didn’t have to look over to see that O’Brien was close by... and that he’d hurried behind Archer with his jacket held up over his head. Archer figured he’d get wet anyway, and why bother to worry about the inevitable? He had other things he needed to pay attention to.
A quick scan of his sharp eyes took in every detail of the lobby. This included a young man at the desk who was also wet, in swim trunks. It looked like there was some sort of issue going on with him but hotel staff seemed to have that in hand. He noted that Guy In Swimsuit didn’t so much as glance in their direction after he’d taken his badge from his suit jacket pocket and flipped it open. With a brief glance to O’Brien, Archer continued his forward motion to stand at the front desk after the young man nodded and headed away. With his shoulders squared and back straight, Archer looked taller than his lanky partner. Taller, stronger... and far more serious.
With his badge held out in front of him (Archer saw no reason to do this discreetly) he zeroed in on the man behind the front desk. “Cantonvile PD,” he informed the clerk. “Can you direct us to room 315?” The guy’s name was on the tip of his tongue but he’d had a long day yesterday with the influx of people in town from the storm, a long night at the station working on one thing or another, and today was shaping up to be another long day. So he set his badge down on the ledge and reached into his other inside pocket and removed his notebook. At least it was more or less dry. Mostly. The stoic cop flipped through a couple of pages and read the name aloud. “Dr. Bryant O’Neill? He called. We’re here.” Archer’s expectant look indicated that directions to room 315 would be greatly appreciated. Now.