Let's see what we're dealing with here.

[Vincent Faustino]

[[Hmm...thought I'd posted. Must've not hit the post button]]
"Uhh yeah, that would be awesome."
I turn toward the source of the laughter while moving my left hand knife over to my right hand, then taking out my cell phone to shine the screen at the mysterious voice.

[Dimas Delgado]

[[because apparently no one else wants to post]]

Completely unaware of the fact that that hissing could potently be from anything other than a snake, Dimas continues towards the door. finding the center, he steps back and prepares to kick it down.

"Well, do you chiflados [freaks/crackpots] want the door open or not?"

[Storyteller]

As Dimas makes his reaction to the situation clear, a soft sound of hissing, almost reminiscent of a snicker can be heard coming from the area of the room near the windows.

[Dimas Delgado]

"¡Mierda! ¿Quieres que romper la puerta? [Shit! Want me to break down the door?] Oh, excuse me, Would you like me to break down the door?" Dimas asks in a hushed tone as he gropes his way to the door.

[Storyteller]

Huico attempts to make a move to enter the room, but is quickly stopped by Isaac. Shortly after Isaac moves to the left towards the computer station, Conroy moves in behind him with Vincent at his side. Huico recovers quickly, and then moves to join Isaac. Dimas stands confused by this chain of events, then moves along the right wall, quickly finding a light switch. After a few quick flips on the four switches found on the panel, it is clear that the lights in this room are out of order.

As Dimas finishes fiddling with the lights, the steel door to the room slams shut quickly with a loud banging sound. After the briefest of moments, the lock found on the outside of the door clicks.

[Crewer]

Huico makes it about three steps in until someone tells him to wait. Normally, he's not in the business of taking suggestions, but today's just been a day to break all convention. He watches as the rest of his group suddenly springs to action at the newfound scene. The thin one, now sporting an eyepatch over one of his eyes, passes by him to proceed to the blinds, his dark form moving informedly around the shadowy room. Then the smooth one slips by him, rushing towards one of what appears to be a desk, motioning for him to follow. Then the burly Mexican slips in behind him and begins to grope the wall by the door, looking for some switch, probably for the lights. Maybe it just takes them all day to finally wake up.

Huico chooses to follow the beckoning call of his only true dream see what is so important that Isaac needs him. "What is it?"

[Dimas Delgado]

As Huico brushes past Dimas, Dimas fights the urge to deck him. but that urge is swiftly overpowered by utter confusion as two in the group just rush in acting as if the room is fully lit. After a second of standing there trying to figure it out, he gives up, turns to look back at the door frame, and tries to find a light switch.

[Isaac Erasmus]

[[Sorry if this messes things up, I only just got access to a computer.]]

Isaac dashes over to the computer as fast as he can, beckoning for Huico to come with.

What the hell was that? Isaac asked himself, only half hoping to find an answer.

[Conroy]

Conroy does little to draw attention to himself as he follows the group. The new hispanic sounds dangerous. He's not someone Conroy would want to stand too close to, mostly from association.

Allowing himself to fall behind to the back of the group, Conroy slips on the Alfodr Eye (his eyepatch), which allows him some of his father's uncanny perception. He finds his hand slipping into his pocket to grip his Beretta, but feels the unfamiliar shape of his recorder instead. It's not as comforting to touch, but then again, not all weapons draw blood. He moves the recorder to his left pocket, keeping his left hand on it, in case it might come in use.

As the group enters the autopsy room, he sees the 'x.' It's not much of a mental leap to assume it's written in blood.

"Wait," Conroy says, "Evidence on the floor ahead of you. I'll do it."

Making sure not to tread on evidence, Conroy moves towards the blinds.

[Crewer]

It's dark in here, makes it dangerous. I'll fix that. Huico moves to open the rest of the blinds.

[Storyteller]

The heavy steel door glides open with very little resistance, despite its large mass. The air slipping from the room carries a faint chill, and a marked scent of disinfectant. As you peer inside, you can see the dim shapes of sturdy steel tables mounted on wheels dispersed throughout the rather large room. The far wall from the doorway appears to have a row of windows which would allow for a small amount of natural light to filter in from the level of the street, but only one of them has its blinds up to allow light inside.

Those of you capable of seeing in the dark are able to view the room much more clearly. The tables, presumably for the postmortem inspection of cadavers, are dispersed in small clumps throughout the room in a manner which indicates some sense of order. In the far left corner of the room is a small desk, which holds a computer, currently turned off. The far left wall is covered in a series of small metal doors, whose purpose likely does not need to be explained. The right wall is decked with filing cabinets, each labeled with a series of numbers. The drawers closest to the door appear to have labels which are far more yellowed than the ones that reach further away from the entrance. The concrete ceiling of the room is low set, but not uncomfortably so, as the room's floor itself is slightly recessed from the hallway which you are entering from. The floor has a shallow slant to it for the first few feet into the room in order to accommodate the change in elevation.

The most interesting facet of the room is the center. This is only visible to those who can see in the dark until additional light is introduced. Several tables have been moved aside, and are skewed unlike the others in the room. Visible in the center of the cleared space is a large, crudely drawn X, with spatters of the same paint used to draw it visible around its edges. [[Reminder that night eyes lets you see black on black, so colors are indistinguishable.]]

[[Please check your private messages! You may have received additional information about the room.]]

[Dimas Delgado]

[[That is the first six, which doesn't get me any more, yay bad rolls...]]

"I can't see anything from here" Dimas whispers then he turns back and gently opens the door taking one more good look as he steps in simultaneously prepared for a potential ambush and to rush to the aid of whatever left the trail if need be.

[Storyteller]

[[That's not how perception works. Brawl would be if you were trying to identify a fighting style. Blood is medicine.]]

Dimas: You are unable to tell if there are any signs of life inside the morgue.

Huico: There appear to be no ghosts inside the hallway, and it is extremely difficult to get a good view of the room through a 2 centimeter crack from several feet away.

[Crewer]

Huico waits impatiently for the macho man to fully open the door, holding his spear by his side. He also looks around to get a sense of what kinds of ghosts are hanging in the air, haunting the morgue. Should he find one that looks more lucid (or recent) than the rest, he'd like to call Isaac over for a buddy cop routine questioning.

[Vincent Faustino]

As Dimas approaches the door, I pull my goggles down over my eyes and draw two throwing knives, holding one in each hand in a reverse grip, and assume a fighting stance.

[Storyteller]

The member 'Dimas Delgado' has done the following action : Dice Roller

#1 'D10' : 8, 5, 4, 2, 5, 2, 5, 1, 9

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#2 'D10' : 4, 9, 6, 8, 5, 4, 2, 1, 4

[Dimas Delgado]

What the hell is going on? Why is that so fresh? Dimas slows slightly taking a long look at the puddle of blood trying to figure out exactly how it was created. He then turns to the door and holds up a finger as if to say 'hold for just a second' as he slides by the puddle to the door and peers in scanning the room for signs of life...or recent death.

[[Perception + Brawl]] + 1 [Because my first occupation must have seen plenty of blood-pools, or take off the last five, your choice]

[[Perception + Awareness]] + 1

[Storyteller]

[[Due to a lack of posting (possibly due to finals) I'm going to move this along.]]

The group gets together and starts moving along down the darkened hallway towards the morgue. As you approach, the smell of formaldehyde and other preservative agents begins to permeate the air. At the end of the hallway you see a solid steel door, which seems to be oddly clean in comparison to the area surrounding it in the hallway. It is slightly ajar, and the room inside is illuminated by a soft, dull light source which can't be seen from your current position. The trail of blood's meandering path which you have followed through the hallway appears to end with a single bright, crimson spot directly outside the door.

[[What do you do?]]

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac sees that the newcomer is no small force to be trifled with. I hope he's not as hotheaded as beautiful tall dark and angry over here. Although to be honest, Isaac is somewhat glad the group has gotten a little beefier.

Isaac eyes the new guy up and down. "Well Dimas, welcome to the party. The name's Isaac. Unless you know something important, I think we better get a move on while the trail is hot, no?"

[[For the sake of moving crap the hell along, Isaac's usual distrust of people is being suppressed for a little while.]]

[Dimas Delgado]

Addressing the Burro Huico, Dimas states, "No need to use my nombre artístico [pseudonym]," then turning to the rest of the group "I am Dimas Delgado, it is a pleasure to meet you..."


[[Please refer to an earlier post for a physical description]]

[[Also, Dimas is wearing a black WWE (or whatever company Will wishes me to have been working with) sleeveless t-shirt inside out and blue athletic pants]]

[Crewer]

Huico pauses to let the rest of the group catch up to him and the wrestler, examining their reactions to the newcomer. As they close the gap, he takes a moment to forward in between them and the Mexican and addresses his most recent amigo.

"Nervous? If they were here to kill you they'd be dead by now."

Huico looks back at the rest of his coterie. I guess there's no other course of action. "I'm hoping you've found nothing upstairs, subsequently finding it necessary to follow me anyway. Meet Scrappy 'El Puño Del Diablo,' he's with us now. We press on."

[Storyteller]

The member 'Dimas Delgado' has done the following action : Dice Roller

'D10' : 10, 6, 6, 1, 10, 8, 3, 1, 9

[Dimas Delgado]

Hearing the 1-3 [[Isaac didn't say he was sneaking but I'm unsure about the other two]] set(s) of footsteps walking down the stairwell, Dimas turns around as he says, "I thought you said this place was empty, or are those footsteps friends of yours?"

[[for good measure]]

[Perception + Awareness] + 1 epic

[Storyteller]

As Huico and Dimas turn to venture forth towards the morgue, there is a scattering on the stairwell behind them. Vincent, Isaac, and Conroy all appear at the base of the stairwell in short order.

[Isaac Erasmus]

Was that.......laughter??? Isaac shakes his head in disbelief. Surely he must be hearing things. He hasn't seen the burly Hispanic so much as crack a real smile let alone laugh like that. Either the big guy's lost it, or something's really hilarious down there. Either way, I'm missing out hanging around this ghost town.

Isaac heads downstairs to see who or what is trying to steal his man from him so funny.

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