Cole's Journey: Lock & Key

[Laraqua]

The door to the cell corridor is locked with a key card scanner to one side of it. There is, however, another way around into the Day Room. He sneaks quietly down the corridor, avoiding the weak pools of wan grey light that spill in through the grimy windows. He reaches the metal double doors without making a sound.

Show,have you added your won percentiles to your character sheet? You can if you like. I've removed the last chapters' (+) so that we can start tracking the next lot.

[Garrett]

I enter the room, careful of any dangers I might see.

[Laraqua]

A weak sunlight dribbles through grimy, fly-spattered windows into this large room with peeling linoleum tiles. Several fold up white tables stood in the middle of the room surrounded by stools. The walls themselves are cluttered with locked cupboards and cabinets. There's a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room. A chalkboard sits against one wall contains dozens and dozens of names that are each written in a different style across a range of colours. Mary's name can be seen clearly in the middle of the chalkboard.

[Garrett]

I immediately check the camera, hoping desperately that it will show me the meaning of all these names, and why Mary's is the focus.

[Laraqua]

There is a CD still inside and he plays it back. At first there's an image of a Christmas slide with the words: "Christmas Greetings From Our Residents" and then a series of clips follow showing the various residents spending about five minutes talking to their family and wishing them a Merry Christmas.

Show,I presume that Garrett will keep skipping these scenes until he sees one including his sister?

[Garrett]

OOC-You presume correctly, unless something looks really weird he'll just keep going until he reaches her.

[Laraqua]

Soon he comes to little Mary sitting there at around the age of nine, her hands clasped on her lap, smiling slightly and nervously and not looking at the camera.

"Hello Mary," says a voice from off screen.

"Hello," says Mary.

"Do you have anything you'd like to say to your family?"

She stays silent.

"Your family might come along one day and they'll want to see you as you grow and hear your messages, okay?"

She nods.

"Do you have any messages for your family?"

"Yes."

"To who?"

"My brother." Her smile slips and she stares down at her feet. "I miss him."

"Wish him a Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

"Is there anything you'd like to say to him?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"Merry Christmas."

"Anything else?"

"Yes."

"And that is?"

"One day I'm going to be just like my brother. I miss him and I want to be like him. I'll come and find you and we'll be able to do things together and you won't need to worry about me anymore because I'll be strong like you. I'll be just like you." She hugs herself. "Good and strong and warm."

"Okay, that should be enough for now. Say 'See You Next Year'."

Mary waves at the camera. "See you next year."

It seems like there must be more of these tapes around that may give him more information on his sister these past few years.

[Garrett]

I tremble at the sight of her, "Mary..." the word whispers out my mouth without me realizing it as soon as I see her.

"One day I'm going to be just like my brother. I miss him and I want to be like him. I'll come and find you and we'll be able to do things together and you won't need to worry about me anymore because I'll be strong like you. I'll be just like you." She hugs herself. "Good and strong and warm."
Mary wanted to be like me? Of course she did you stupid fuck! She thought being a sweet, thankful, little angel was stupid. She thought that because you fucking told her it was! As the tears begin to well up in my eyes a let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. I remember once when a man in a business suit walked under our bridge I said I was gonna mug him with my butterfly knife. Mary told me I couldn't do that, she told me someone could get hurt, she said she'd scream and warn him if I tried. I was so relieved for an excuse not to do it, I was so proud and jealous that Mary was still thinking of others even with how we were living. Of course I didn't tell her that, I screamed at her, I told her she was a burden and I'd be better off without her. I told her I wished I didn't have to take of her. I had never before or after said anything so horrible to her; I apologized after she burst into tears, I told her it wasn't true but she just kept saying that she was sorry.
Mary, just like me? Dear God no.... I can't shake this thought away as I continue searching the asylum, still I have enough sense to head for the store room to look for more tapes. Proceeding quietly,

[Laraqua]

The store room contains dust and chairs and fold out tables and shelves filled with dusty linen.

[Garrett]

I check the other store room, if nothings there I'm going to start doing a full sweep of the building.

[Laraqua]

There's no other store room on this floor although there are a few other rooms. A sweep of the building would take quite some time.

Perhaps take a look at a room on the map?

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[Garrett]

OOC- okay if I have to start somewhere specific I guess he'll go to the special treatment room on the third floor.

[Laraqua]

The building is dark and grimy as he goes up a stairwell littered with dirt and debris from dozens of homeless people and teenagers over the years. Cigarette butts, crumpled beer cans, and other such social detritus. The walls is tagged with names and slurs. How long has this place been closed? He reaches the Special Treatment Rooms but finds the door into that short corridor to be locked. There's a note sticky taped to the metal door:

It's a bit late for that, isn't it?

As he reads the note, he hears a door slam further inside the building.

[Garrett]

I try to pick the lock, if that doesn't work I proceed toward the source of the noise.
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[Laraqua]

The picks make short work of the lock. As his finger grips the handle, he begins to open it and can hear a gurgling sound coming from within.

[Garrett]

I turn off my flashlight and drop into a crouch, gun in one hand and tazer in the other; then proceed slowly towards the noise.
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[Laraqua]

Pulling open one of the doors in the darkness, he can hear the sound of fluids gurgling down a drain. He can feel the edge of a padded floor and damp walls inside. He can't see anything in the darkness.

[Garrett]

I get ready to run and turn my flashlight on, intending to carefully inspect the room.

[Laraqua]

A woman's body dangles upside down from a thick coil of fleshy rope that enters the ceiling, the jagged slit of her throat gaping open from the weight of her head, showing ragged and blackened ends dripping with maggots. Her dress stained yellow and mottled brown with body fluids that had leaked free from her, urine, perhaps feces, certainly the juices from her rotting skin as it loosened from the tissue beneath. The bruised and nearly black skin on her body has most certainly started to lift off the meat. Her eyes are a murky yellow covered in a thick mucus that must have dripped from her face, mouth open, with the glint of metal (perhaps keys) wedged within the swollen folds of her tongue and rotting cheeks. The stink is thick and fast and envelopes Cole, wrenching his gut, hanging sour and disgusting in his nose and mouth so that he can almost taste the rot of her flesh. In fact, the smell is so thick and the air so moist it seems to leave a film across his tongue.

[Garrett]

I release a shudder looking at the body before turning away and continuing to search the building.