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Morgan Freeman (sweetwaterkill) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-08 00:41:00

Entry tags:

coyote, eris, mania

Who: Dorcas & OPEN
What: A girl explores the building...
Where: Starts on the first floor.
When: October 7th, 6 AMish
Warnings: Very little likely. Maybe some language.

Dorcas had managed to unpack her camera while stocking her bookshelves full of her books and collected items of... random. She had old surgical tools, a human skull, some fish bone and leaf fossils, one dollar figurines of Hellsing characters... That sort of thing. But then she had found her camera and found that it was the best opportunity to document the building.

So today, she had dressed in blue and headed down to the first floor to work her way up. Starting in the lobby, she started taking very strategic pictures of the room - ones that captured as much of the room as possible then a few of the smaller details. Yeah, she could get this done by the end of the day, working up towards the tower...

At the moment, she was taking pictures of the urns... Having read a previous statement, she was not going to open them. She didn't want to throw up in the lobby. Although she did sort of want to steal one for a souvenir; she just wasn't sure it would get added on to her rent or something.

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eristic
2010-10-08 07:24 pm UTC (link)

((sorry for the double post, I completely missed that it was posted at 6 am))

Charlie had been unable to sleep - the building's physical change was creeping her out, although certain floors felt suspiciously like home, which was something she was incredibly unfamiliar with. So she'd thrown on some clothes, grabbed her bike helmet, and gone riding through the small hours of the night, clearing her mind of everything that was going on.

Stepping back into the lobby (fucking sand everywhere, it was like a goddamn Indiana Jones movie come to life) she took a few steps in and immediately spotted a woman in a blue dress she'd not met before. Whether she was new to the building or was just a casualty of Charlie's carefully executed plans to avoid everyone was something that was beside the point. The woman was photographing everything. What, is she going to sue the landlord or something? Shrugging, she turned away from the scene, not needing to interrupt her for whatever reason. She stepped off to the side, taking a closer look at the drawings that looked like five-year-olds could have done them. OK, maybe a ten-year-old, but Charlie wasn't a curator of any sort.

Her eyes fell on one of the jars reputedly holding organs, or so said the notices on the forums. She was fairly sure she could believe that - after all, the weapons that had sprung up on her floor were real enough - but curiosity was eating away at her brain and she found herself reaching for one that had the head of some sort of bird. It was a little weighty, and would certainly sell well at the pawn shop she'd found recently. No one was going to miss it, right? Not like it belonged to anyone...

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sweetwaterkill
2010-10-09 04:44 am UTC (link)

Dorcas wasn't about to sue the landlord... It was research. She'd been told that the change in the building had appeared over night so really, she needed to keep some kind of pictorial evidence. Of course, even better would be to take trinkets from each floor to keep as well. When Charlie reentered the building, the purple-haired girl looked at the biker chick for a brief moment but then focused on her pictures again.

Curiosity was a killer and that was what made her watch the woman with the canopic jar. She didn't know the god name of the falcon-headed one because it was way too fucking complicated to remember but she remembered that it represented the west and that it usually contained intestines. It took her a moment of breathing, of building up courage before she went over to the other woman.

"Um... C-could you d-do me a favor and take a picture of the inside of that jar? I... Um. Well, I don't want to get sick if it actually has an organ in it." She could only pray to whatever deity was up there that this woman would be compliant and perhaps kind.

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eristic
2010-10-09 05:37 pm UTC (link)

She'd been about to satiate her curiosity, one hand setting down the bike helmet and poised to pull the head off of the jar, when the woman's voice eked out a request that was barely intelligible; still, she jumped a little, not expecting the question. Charlie turned on one booted heel and spared a glance for her - her brightly colored hair would make most think that she was a little more confident than her speech let on.

"The hell do you need a picture of the insides of the jar for?" Her face showed her obvious disgust at the idea, lips nearly sneering. The hand about to open the jar moved away, as though a physical denial of the woman's request. That didn't fit in with Charlie's original idea of what the woman was doing with photographs, but instead opened up a new unneeded menagerie of what they could be for and she wasn't about to give voice to any of them.

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whiskey_jack
2010-10-10 04:46 am UTC (link)

Oh great, Jack mentally groaned as he stepped into the lobby of Pax Letale, it's still Return Of Revenge Of The Mummy in here. His head still throbbed from the garbage-pail cocktail of chemicals he'd imbibed over the past two days; he'd headed for the Hills immediately after his encounter with Kami on the stairs at the eighth floor landing, with the intent of going on a right bender to get his mind off of her. A resounding success, if the blurry memories and empty bottles in the back of his car were any indication.

Well, the bender part was a success, at least.

As his eyes adjusted to the weird interior light, he noticed a pair of women in the lobby. The dark-haired one looked as rough around the edges as he felt; the other, with her neon purple hair and blue outfit, was entirely too bright for this early in the day. They were standing near one of those clay jars with the animal-head lids. The ones that contained GUTS. His stomach roiled unpleasantly as he recalled the smell of what he'd found inside the one he opened. Oh, no. No way in HELL.

"Uh, excuse me, ladies," he started, removing his Wayfarers, his voice ragged as a crumpled velvet shirt. "Everything you've heard about what's inside those jars? ABSOLUTELY TRUE. I strongly advise leaving them sealed. Trust me. Your stomach will thank you."

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sweetwaterkill
2010-10-10 04:55 am UTC (link)

Dorcas wanted to step back and run away at the way the woman turned on her, the way the woman spoke... It was clear she was about to get a denial just from her body language. Only Dorcas didn't get a chance to explain before there was another person. A man. That made her squeak a little and she pressed up against a firm part of the wall. Great. Well at least he seemed a little more friendly than the woman did.

She licked her lips looking between the two and holding her camera tight to her chest. "Um... I... I need a picture. Scientific integrity demands the most evidence possible. I w-was told all th-this appeared over night s-so I wanted to get p-pictures. The organs in the urns are p-part of that." Dorcas reached up, twisting purple hair around one finger, looking sheepish, "Only I'm a-afraid I don't have a strong enough constitution." Her gaze turned on the woman, "You look like you'd be better at handling... everything really."

Hopefully, the woman could take a compliment and wouldn't just throw it back in her face with some insult although she was used to that.

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eristic
2010-10-11 02:08 am UTC (link)

It was like having cartoon angels on her shoulders.

Do it. Don't be a wuss.

No, Charlie, it's wrong!

Back and forth went the bickering in her mind, which painted a smirk of sheer amusement on her face.

The newcomer, another Charlie didn't know, was obviously dealing with a hell of a hangover, if there was any indication from his voice. She'd never been good in dealing with anyone telling her what to do, if her prison record was anything to go by. And making a guy puke wasn't going to get her arrested. Besides, the woman was starting to stoke her ego, as much as Charlie had one - something told her it would be so much more fun to open the jar. You know, shits and giggles and all that.

"Fine," she replied to the woman, though her eyes were on the man, dancing in a teasing manner. "They're fucking dead organs, it's not like it's gonna jump out and bite me." With one quick motion, she turned her attention to the jar (now positioned between the three of them), placed a hand on the falcon's head, and twisted the cap off and up - a small bit of cloth poked out of the wide mouth, linen that the organ had been wrapped in. It was almost kind of anticlimactic. There was something of a sickly-sweet smell, like perfume and sweat mixed together, but nothing attempting to climb out of the jar like Thing from the Addams Family. Glancing at the woman, Charlie held out her hand for the camera.

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