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15strangers2019-05-16 11:14 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2019-05-16 11:14 pm
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THE THIRD INVESTIGATION
[How is everyone, this morning?
No doubt, most of you are sleeping. Perhaps you are dreaming. Whether they are dreams or nightmares are irrelevant. Hopefully, none of you are heavy sleepers. Especially not when there is a very loud BANG that suddenly permeates through the ceiling right above the bedrooms.. The force of the impact is such the rooms actually shake, sending dust onto those in their bed.
If that didn't wake someone up, then the sudden scream coming from upstairs at roughly the same time will do it, right?
In other words. Good morning, Strangers. Something is happening upstairs.
Best to check it out, and quickly.]
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Nothing fancy, but it's a difference. This arrowhead was clearly not just taken from the armory and that was it.]
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Wait. Jun's shoulders weren't under the bookshelf, neither was the wound -
But they moved him. If it had been pinned, it would have been right there, wouldn't it? If it had been caught in his clothing it would have been obvious - wouldn't it?]
To hell with this. God, it... it must have been agony. I'm so sorry.
[Not forgetting to take Jun's glasses as well, gently tucking one earpiece into his shirt collar to keep them with him, Eric's going to pick the boy up off the floor. The dead never truly look like they're sleeping, not without an undertaker's help. There's a limpness that living flesh just doesn't have, and what dead flesh has was made worse in this case by what had to be several hundred pounds of books, chains, and sturdily-constructed shelf.
Still, Eric's cautious, even as the trembling that hasn't stopped becomes something more like a case of the shakes. It's easiest to keep Jun's head from lolling unnaturally if he does lift him as though he's sleeping, so he does. While he does his best to ignore how wrong everything feels as he carries him over to the table - there isn't something particularly off about his back, is there?
Aside from the expected crush damage below a certain point, rather. Flail chest is probably a given, isn't it... in any case, nobody's going to want to use that table again.]
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Right.
Eric's just going to fuss over a dead - Christ, what word to use? He wasn't the mentor, here, he'd been a fumbling idiot, not anything like an older brother, more of an annoyance and then an enemy pilot - friend for a bit, then. Try to make him look presentable, not like he died horribly. He'll ignore the blood and anything else that's now staining the table, and nudge Jun's chin up if his jaw's fallen and left his mouth open. There's no way to cover the tear in his shirt, or the wound there.
He can, at least, gently settle Jun's hair back into place - he'd never ruffled the boy's hair, John would be astonished, aghast. His hands' shaking seems to be trying now, but no, he can manage this, can manage to make him look less like a battered corpse. Emma is in no shape to do so, and Eric isn't sure who else would. Someone must, and right now someone is him. They've had no funerals here. That's been bothering him for a while now, but he's pushed it aside. (He's going to keep doing that.) No one he knows who has died has worn glasses - what are you meant to do with them? Put them back on, as though the wearer will wake up? Ghoulish. It's ghoulish.
But he does just that, and steps back, twice. He does pick up the arrowhead before fleeing the library, at least.]