Night 56: M-A Block Hallway

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[From here.]It seemed the he was one of the first out tonight, though Castiel was not surprised that he had adapted to this routine so quickly. Heaven had involved far too much routine, and while being able to use his wings would have sped up this process a noticeable amount, he could at least make the nightly walk go by as swiftly as possible

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[OOC: We don't know for sure whether Gant was executed, from canon... and Gant was taken from before he was sentenced, so if this isn't plausible, let's just say that Meekins is making his wild assumptions about what happens to prisoners shortly after their trials. XD ]

"Bwaaaaaaaaaaah!" the younger man shrieked, quite possibly confirming his identity to the hulking figure standing nearby. In his surprise, Meekins dropped his flashlight and it landed square across the toes of his right foot, eliciting another yell from the hapless security guard.

It wasn't so much that the booming voice startled the heck out of him -- all sudden loud noises scared him -- but it was that this person was the first one here who knew his name... and not only that, there was something eerily familiar about this voice. Something that reminded him of an unpleasant trial from not very long ago.

"P-P-Police Chief Gant?" he stammered as he knelt down to pick up the flashlight. "Is that really you, Sir?" Then something dawned on him, leading him to blurt out something that was addressed more to himself than anyone else. "But-- But that's impossible! If I were to classify Mr. Gant as living or dead... it would have to be the latter!"

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((ooc: Works for me! XDb))

Oh yeah. That was definitely Mike Meekins. The ex-Chief sauntered closer to the loud man and waved the hand that held his candlestick in a non-threatening way. "Now, calm down Mike. Don't want to alert everyone and everything crawling around here, humm?"

First Wrighto, and then Mike. Who next, Little Worthy? Now that would be a treat! Seeing the once smug King of Prosecutors walking these damned halls. Not that Gant wished this place on anyone, though maybe someone like Mike needed some counseling or therapy to deal with his high-strung personality.

... and speaking of Mike, he would make the perfect distraction and decoy. Gant put on his most charming smile and tutted a bit. "Now, now, don't be killing me off so quickly, Mike. I may be down, but I'm not out. Not by a long shot."

He gestured around the hall with his flashlight. "Now, what do you know about this place so far? I don't suppose you've been incarcerated for very long."

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The first time Meekins reached for the flashlight, it rolled away from him. Unsurprised, he grasped for it again, and it skittered further away, almost near the large man whom he couldn't see well in the dim light. Third time's the charm, they always say... He grabbed for it once more and was finally successful.

As Meekins carefully brought himself back into a standing position, he lifted the flashlight up. The beam reflected off of the man's glasses, illuminating his bearded face such that the shadows made his grin seem... sinister. Spooky. Orange suit, red cross tie, bespectacled green eyes that seemed to pierce into one's soul... It had to be Mr. Gant! It looked just like him!

"But-- But... weren't you sent to prison and ex-- executed for murder, Police Chief?" he flailed, uncertain of what Mr. Gant meant by "everything."

"Unless..." As a chilling thought occurred to the younger man, another shriek escaped him, and he started trembling uncontrollably. "You're a ghost! My roommate Mr. Williams told me lots of things about this place, but not that this is a haunted house!"

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Gant waited a bit as Meekins flailed about looking for his flashlight. Maybe the old Chief should have gave the kid a hand, but he was still a little in shock from seeing the young officer here at all.

News of his possible death in the near future back home may have worried lesser men, but not Damon Gant. If anything, his grin grew even wider. "Perhaps someday, Mike, but not for a good while, I'm sure. Stuck here for now, aren't I?"

He snorted in derision at Meekins' spooky conclusion and shook his head. Really, the kid needed to do something about that stress of his. Maybe take some yoga classes. "It's not haunted, kid. Er, not per se..." Gant glanced around, but the hall was more or less empty by now. The rest of the patients that were bent on leaving had probably already flown the coop.

"Actually, this place has more of a thing for monsters. Your friend, Mr. Williams, at least gave you that much info, right?" He really didn't want to explain everything, but he would if he must.

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"M-M-Monsters? No, Mr. Williams didn't tell me about those either, Sir! He just said that this was a mental hospital currently being run by soldiers. But then we didn't have much time to talk before night fell, Sir!" Meekins hoped that was the reason that Mr. Williams hadn't told him about this place having monsters. Lying was bad, even from people who seemed nice. Officer Marshall had seemed nice, too, before Meekins learned that he was the one who had dressed up to look like Officer Goodman and then knocked him out. Which reminded him...

"How do I know you're not lying about this hospital, Sir?" he barked, perhaps a touch too loud. "After all, you killed Detective Goodman and made me look like I did it, Sir!"

Quickly realizing the grave mistake he may have just made, Meekins cowered before Gant and followed up his previous robust statement with one that came out as little more than a whimper. "Erm... you aren't going to murder me for saying that, are you, Police Chief, Sir?"

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So he was pretty much still in the dark, in both a literal and figurative sense. Wonderful. Gant's smile faded, reaching up and twist his bangs between his fingers, which was actually rather difficult while also keeping ahold of the candlestick.

"You know I'm not lying because I have no reason to lie, Mike. Think about it." God, this was going to be a long night. "Goodman has nothing to do with this."

He forgot how loud this young man could be. How did he even get past the application process for the department again? Oh, right. They needed men on the streets. Los Angeles had become a dangerous place. The idea was more men meant less bodies but it was only a theory. One that didn't really seem to have worked.

Heaving a sigh, Gant decided a firm hand would work better than the good cop game. Meekins already knew the truth. Nice to hear someone else call him the Chief again. "I'm not going to murder you, Mike, but it might be easier for you if I did. All joking aside, this place is dangerous, and if you want to live through it I suggest you stay quiet and listen."

Gant looked around once more, then started moving towards the doorway into the next hallway. He glanced over his shoulder. "Coming, Mikey? Got some ground to cover before tonight's up. I'm on a mission."

Meekins could stay here alone if he wanted, but Gant really doubted the man would have the guts. And Gant offered information. No more tempting offer than that for a newbie.

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As Meekins' superior -- or former superior, since if he had to classify a convicted man as being his current or former superior, it'd definitely have to be the latter -- started playing with his hair while grasping a dangerous-looking candlestick, Meekins feared for a moment that Gant was being serious about it "being easier" if he did murder him. After all, that warm smile had dissolved into a more grim expression.

Which meant that Mr. Gant meant business, and Meekins would do well to heed him.

"Y-Y-Yes, Sir! After all, you've served your time..." Meekins did his best to keep his voice down as he stammered his reply. Though it wasn't at the previous volume that might have vibrated the walls, it was still audible to any passersby.

Now Mr. Gant was heading towards another doorway, one that Meekins hadn't seen before. From his words and action, it appeared that the Police Chief was on a very important mission tonight! Maybe even a dangerous one! Even relegated to the status of a mental patient, Meekins was still a member of law enforcement, darn it! Which meant that he was obligated to see what criminals like Gant was up to. Of course he would follow! (Besides, it was either that or stand here for the rest of the night trying to remember where his room was.)

Again, Meekins responded, "Yes, Sir!" followed by a sharp salute as he obediently followed the Police Chief to wherever he was going. "I'm at your duty for this mission, Sir! But may I ask, what kind of mission is it, Sir?"

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Good to hear Mike knew the score. Served his time. Heh. If only Meekins knew the half of it. Gant had been here for a mere week and already he felt years older than when he had first arrived. At least his hair was already white with shocks of grey.

With Meekins doing the loyal cop thing and keeping close, Gant pushed on to the next hallway at a quick pace.

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