IC 3d: Warren and Jordan to the Asylum

[Priest]

Warren Kaine
With a shrug of resignation I replace the unused handkerchief in my jacket pocket. As I close my notebook, having written down her last comment, I take a small card from it and hand it to Gabriella.
"Sorry to have upset you Ma'am, but like I said these questions needed to be asked if we are to get to the bottom of this and see you runited with your kids"
Turning away from Gabriella and toward the waiting attendant, "Okay that's enough with Mrs Macario. Now may we interview Mr Macario?"

[BenTheRat]

Kevin escorts you away from Gabriella's room. "Sorry to cut you short there, but I'm under strict orders not to let her get too upset. She seems pretty normal when you first talk to her, but she is very emotionally fragile right now."
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Kevin takes you down a flight of stairs, "Yes you can talk to Mr. Macario, his condition is much different than his wife's. You are not likely to upset him, if anything, the opposite might happen."
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The hall you enter into went from being from what looked like a nursing home to an insane asylum. The rooms are locked with only small sliding windows and small sliding doors at the bottom of the doors. You hear screaming and banging. "To answer your unasked question, yes Mr. Law also visited Vitto, but again for less than 1-2 minutes."
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As he approaches the door you seem him slide the window door open and look in. Then unlock the door. Before he opens it, he looks at the 2 of you. "Mr. Macario is seriously disturbed with bouts of paranoia and schizophrenia, he usually isn't dangerous, but can be." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a syringe and checks it. "For your own safety I must insist I stay in the room with you."
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Without waiting for an answer he pulls open the door and leads the way in. "Mr. Macario, you have some visitors today. Can you say hello?"
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The room he is in, is bare except for the small mattress on the floor. Vitto turns towards you two, "You will burn in HELL!"

[Priest]

Warren Kaine

"Morning Mr Macario, my name is Warren Kaine and this.." I indicate Jodie with a thumb, "...lady is Miss Bloomfield." I ignore his reference to burning in hell, "We would like to ask you some questions about the house on Norman Street where you lived if we may?"
I carefully produce my notebook and pencil aware of what a sudden movement may do in this situation.
"We have already spoken to your wife and would like your take on the happenings at that address."
And, I think to myself, on the reason for the albino's visit, was it in connection to the knife about which he had questioned Mrs Macario?

[BenTheRat]

Vitto eyes widen as they look over at you, then in a monotone voice says, "Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen."

[Priest]

Warren Kaine

"What the...?" I'm taken aback by the words delivered in that flat monotone, like a child who is reciting a poem from memory.
Poem of course... I look up from my efforts to record his words in my notebook, "Longfellow, right?" Although with a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach I'm pretty sure it isn't.

[BenTheRat]

Vitto laughs under his breath while he continues, his voice rising slightly with each new line.
"Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is Lost Carcosa"

[Priest]

Warren Kaine

Not sure I like the way this is going I draw the back of my hand across my forehead, noting the beads of sweat that have risen there. I Cast a despairing glance toward my companion.
"Okay...Mr Macario...I'm gonna put some names to you just tell me if they mean anything" I turn several pages in my notebook, "Martin Bishop?" I pause a moment to let the name sink in and see if it registers with this poetry spouting madman, "Tom Lawrence? a gentleman suffering albinoism with a thing for knives"

[BenTheRat]

The man's eys are almost spinning, a dark palar covers his face as the volume gets louder and louder,
"Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard"

[BenTheRat]

He continues on. You see Kevin pull out the syringe and take the top off the needle.

His voice intensifies till it is almost a scream by the end,
"Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa"
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Vitto then stops, slumps down onto the matress and is staring blankly at the wall.

[DetectiveSocks]

"Whatever we have to say to Mr. Macario, I don't think will work." Jordie glances between Warren and Vitto, "What if we showed him the picture of the knife?"

[Priest]

Warren Kaine
"Looking at him I ain't sure that will work." I look at Kevin to see what he is doing with the needle.
"I've written down the...poem he was reciting. Doesn't mean a thing to me but I guess someone else might recognise it and say whether it has any relevance." I shrug resignedly, guessing that this interview is over.
"Tell me... uh...Kevin is there a telephone handy I can use?" I take out my pocket watch and check the time.

OOC,Do I know anyone who might have a handle on that poem, if so can I ring them?

[BenTheRat]

Kevin puts the cap back over the needle, "The worst part is over, yes we have a telephone." he says. And steps back. The patient just lays there staring at the wall, he is mumbling but you cannot understand what he is saying.
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His previous performance has the other inmates yelling and screaming. It is extremely hard to concentrate.
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You look down to your watch and it is almost noon already. Where did the time fly and you still have at least a 30-45 min drive back to the city to meet back up at 1.

Warren,make an idea roll for me

[Priest]

Warren Kaine

Idea Roll
I look up from my watch to Jordie, "We had better be leaving" I tap the watch face to draw her attention.
"Whatever he is mumbling about is a mystery, and from the noise of the other patients I think we'd best be off before a riot starts."
To Kevin I nod, "Thanks for your time, if anything occurs to you..." I pass him a card "...You will get me there". With the card I pass him a five spot.

[BenTheRat]

You think through your contacts you've had over the years, and never once have you had to deal with poetry while chasing down cheating husbands and lost underpants. Kevin smiles as he pockets the 5. "Thanks for coming," as he sees you to the door. "I hope you found what you were looking for."
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As you step out into the sunny day you forgot how warm it was going to be today.

[BenTheRat]

OOC: I'll leave this open in case you two want to roleplay the drive back into town.
When you are done you should move to this thread.