[Event 22; Number eight]
Name: Apollo
Found: Ground floor, elevator shaft
Cause of Death: Crushed
Found By: Cassandra
Just in time for the elevator to return to its fully functional glory, it was halted once more. A minor technical glitch, for all intents and purposes. The puddle seeping out of the door and onto the ground floor said otherwise. Jammed between floors, the elevator itself groaned in protest at the invader obstructing its routine, attempting to jerk and shudder its way down. The doors tried to open, but finding themselves without passengers, stopped, leaving a spy-hole of no more than a few inches.
Even in the rather more forgiving lighting of the elevator shaft, Apollo did not look himself. Truth be told--and, really, that was only fitting--he barely looked human. The envy of maintenance staff across Manhattan.
9:00PM. Here lies Apollo, God of Truth.
Found: Ground floor, elevator shaft
Cause of Death: Crushed
Found By: Cassandra
Just in time for the elevator to return to its fully functional glory, it was halted once more. A minor technical glitch, for all intents and purposes. The puddle seeping out of the door and onto the ground floor said otherwise. Jammed between floors, the elevator itself groaned in protest at the invader obstructing its routine, attempting to jerk and shudder its way down. The doors tried to open, but finding themselves without passengers, stopped, leaving a spy-hole of no more than a few inches.
Even in the rather more forgiving lighting of the elevator shaft, Apollo did not look himself. Truth be told--and, really, that was only fitting--he barely looked human. The envy of maintenance staff across Manhattan.
9:00PM. Here lies Apollo, God of Truth.