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June 15 // OPEN

Jun 15, 2010 18:01

Date: June 15
Characters: OPEN to all characters.
Location: The corridor, near Room 4
Summary: Something goes very wrong and very very strange, and Richard Hammond dies.
Warnings: Death, blood, grotesqueness, trauma, plot points.

Note: Screw the posting order, I have money. ...Or something.

( Well that just isn't right... )

[red vs blue] pvt. leonard church, [sega!sonic] shadow the hedgehog, [bones] dr. lance sweets, [top gear] james may, *log: open, [teen titans] robin

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jamesmayrpg1 June 16 2010, 01:08:09 UTC

James is returning from the library, having spent some of his spare time reading. If he couldn't play his piano he could read. Returning to his room, he feels dread for some reason.

The lights being out makes him feel cautious but then finding... "Richard?!?!?" he called out. But the blood makes him nauseas himself and he turns away.

"Oh My God," he says as he looks away from the scene.

boy_wondering June 16 2010, 01:24:02 UTC

Robin was heading from his room to the kitchen. He paused, frowning, seeing the lights out ahead of him. Hearing James' shout, he broke into a run. He smelled blood, and then-

The light was dim, but Robin could see well enough. His eyes widened in horror. "Dear God," he choked out. He fumbled for his flashlight, turning it on the horrific scene.

He stared for a moment, then took a breath, trying to lock his emotions away, an impassive mask sliding over his face. Murder, he thought. Time to work. He flicked his flashlight off, first going over to James. He laid a gentle hand on his arm. "James," he said quietly, and swallowed. "Did you see anything...?"

jamesmayrpg1 June 16 2010, 01:29:48 UTC

James shook his head, breathing hard, trying to get himself under control. "No ... I was ... just coming from... the library."

"How could this have happened?" he asked. The smell was getting him and the memory of seeing Richard like that. "Oh God," he mumbled again.

boy_wondering June 16 2010, 01:37:25 UTC

The hand on James' arm squeezed gently, and Robin watched his face with concern. His eyes narrowed. "I don't know yet, but I swear to you, I will find out," he replied, his voice a low growl. His expression softened again. "...Maybe you shouldn't be here, James," he said quietly.

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phdlancelot June 16 2010, 06:05:39 UTC

Sweets had seen some really grisly things in his time at the Jeffersonian, but that didn't mean he had ever gotten used to the smell and sight of dead bodies. Still, as he joined the hushed crowd in the darkened corridor, following quickly on the heels of Robin's announcement, he went pale, but didn't faint or gasp or anything ostentatious. He rested his weight against the wall, covering his mouth and assessing the situation. His immediate reaction was to gauge the others, rather than to look at the wounds on the body as Dr. Brennan might have done. Robin seemed to be handling it fine, and Church was a soldier and clearly coping, but James was another story ( ... )

boy_wondering June 16 2010, 09:47:41 UTC

Robin glanced over at Sweets, catching his eye. He glanced at James, then back to Sweets, nodding a little. James had received a huge shock, and he was going to need a lot of support. Dr. Sweets could take care of James, probably better than anyone else could. He was a psychologist. It was what he did.

Robin wished he could be there for the kind, older man he considered a friend, but right now the most important thing was figuring out who had killed Richard Hammond, how, and why.

This was what Robin did.

jamesmayrpg1 June 16 2010, 11:27:41 UTC

James faintly heard Sweets by him, but he let himself be led away from the gruesome scene. So many scenes were running through his head, so many what about .. his wife, children, friends.

The blood, he was not comprehending the situation.

He didn't feel the hands the directed him from the scene.

James walked as he was directed away so others could look over the gruesome blood bath.

Dining Area phdlancelot June 16 2010, 16:52:15 UTC

Sweets led the older man away from the darkness and the gore, steering him slowly away, into the light, into a seat at one of the innumerable tables. It was a large room, big enough to fit almost five times as many people actually populated the colony. To Sweets, the scores of empty chairs under the bright lights was a dismal and depressing sight, but he knew that James was hardly going to be effected by the scenery one way or another while he was in shock like this.

Once James was seated, Sweets took the seat next to the man, rather than across the table. He let James sit for a while in silence, not pressing him yet with questions or consolations, giving him a little time to be quiet and to adjust. When he was ready to talk, Sweets would be there.

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