Zilla wrote:Kaitlyn idly wonders about those sirens as she walks into work. Ideas of zombie movies play through her head, a shiver running down her spine. This day is just getting creepier and creepier, she thinks. It's probably just coincidence. Freaky, but... disturbing.
Thankfully, it seems Kaitlyn's workplace hasn't got anyhting too shocking in it. Ben and Jessica have already punched in and are sitting at their computers, booting them up to start working. A few other people are milling around, having an early morning caffinated coffee-flavored sludge to wake themselves before they get started.
Knight Errant wrote:Dan stares at the odd building... vaguely remembering the spot to be empty. "I guess that's why they are so in need of someone to work... must be a new place. Damned if it isnt half creepy, though..."
He parks out front of the place, getting out and heading inside.
Once inside, the door slams shut behind him with a liud ominous boom. The air is strangely humid, but chilling at the same time. The place is very poorly lit, the only real source of light cmong from the bar itself. A woman is standing behind it polishing a glass. She is eerily beautiful, with pitch black hair flowing down her back down to her waist. Her dress, a simple elagent black number with a slit down one side to show off her shapely legs is form hugging, showing off her waspish waist and sizable breasts. She looks up and smiles at Dan, revealing too-white teeth and dark eyes.
"Welcome Dan. Glad you could make it."
Windyuki wrote:Elton stares in shock, lost at what to do. It's not like he has any experience at disaster relief. He doesn't even know where to start with such things, and the danger is still continuing. Besides, it's not like she was his friend. It's not like thousands of people don't die every day all over the world. Why should one near stranger matter more than any of them?
The rationale feels empty, but there's nothing else to be done really. Satisfied, so much as the word can be used for passively watching a disaster, that there's no real appropriate action to take, Elton continues to wait for something to happen his face an impassive mask. Why haven't they put out the fire yet? Shouldn't someone have stopped this by now?
As he thinks this, a single fire engine pulls up, it's srens blaring. The firemen get to work, blasting the fire with pressurized water as the teachers shake their head in disgust.
"Just one... nowhere near enough... " one mutters
Vomica wrote:He says into the phone, "...hon. I'm going to go. ...things are -- there is a bit of commotion. Don't worry. I'll be fine! See you at eight!" With that he hangs up, and slides his phone into his pocket. His quickened pace gradually comes down to a crawl, and he stops in front of one of the shops playing the music. What is going on? This is too weird...
He glances at the gentlemen, "...you know this song?"
The old man glances at Matthew and nods.
"Henry Hall. It's supposed to be a song to reassure children that the monsters they imagine aren't real, but this is different. Must be a stupid prank I suppose..."
Hush hush hush... here comes the boogieman...
Shadowmaster wrote:Paul sighs and gives up on talking to the girl. As the line moves up and people are admitted to the museum, he follows, figuring he may as well see if he can figure out what the fuss is about himself.
The line moves at a pace a snail would find pathetic but soon Paul is at the front. The woman manning the ticket stall smiles at him.
"$10 for a ticket sir." She says.
