The shed smells of wood chips, lantern oil, straw and old death and the shadows loom menacingly as she moves her flashlight through the depths of the room, playing it over the pile of extra sleepers, rusty old fence railing, tools hanging from the walls and the heap of replacement parts strewn across the wooden tool bench to one side. It then stops to linger over the noose slung over the central beam and attached to one of the wall struts to give it the necessary tension. It creaks as it moves slowly this way and that. Something drips from the rafters further down the shed.
Investigating the dripping,reveals it to be blood. If you touch it, you'll find that it's still warm. What could be on the roof?
Searching through the tools with Mechanical Repair or Crafts knowledge,locates a bolt cutter that has suspicious reddish brown stains along its edges. One thing's for sure, it's not rust.
Evidence Collection Knowledge,notices the fingers of a hand poking out from between some of the railway sleepers piled up by the wall. The fingers look cold and … dead.
Photography Knowledge,gives you the eerie sensation that you really should take a picture of this place. Such a thought worms into your mind and will continue to distract you now and again with the thought of how beautiful this place would look when captured on film.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 10:11 am
by Charlie Hagan
Charlie steps into the shed and glances around, following the play of the light. "Good god," he mutters, smile disappearing from his face, "is that... someone's hand?" He gestures towards the stacked pile of sleepers. "What do we do? The coppers wouldn't want us disturbing it... right?"
Re: The Shed
Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 2:25 am
by Mr. Handy
Kate steps inside and puts a hand to her collar, gasping in shock. "Th...that's blood..." she chokes out, pointing at the dripping liquid coming from the ceiling. "I shudder to think of what we might find on the roof. I hope it's not poor Miss Aston. That was her coat we passed outside. There was blood on it too, and something moving in it. I didn't have the nerve to see what it was. Probably a rat, but still something I'd rather not see." She points out the bolt cutters on the tool bench. "That ought to make quick work of the chains, just as long as we're careful not to touch them. They've got blood on them too, most like. You're right, we're best off not disturbing the scene. I should take a picture, though." She shuts the door behind them after verifying that it isn't locked so that no light from the flash will escape, then takes out her camera and snaps a picture of the shed's interior.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 3:24 am
by Laraqua
She is drawn to taking a picture from a few different angles, though without disturbing the scene. Does she do so?
Re: The Shed
Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 4:03 am
by Mr. Handy
OOC,Yes.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 6:59 am
by Charlie Hagan
Charlie backs up to avoid getting in the way of her shots. Frowning, he says, "Miss Aston? That doesn't add up, we would have noticed blood on the ground. But what about that other fellow who came down with her?" He waits for her to finish, careful to stay of the pictures, before adding, "I'm gonna take a look and see what's up there," and opening the door to leave.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 2:39 am
by Mr. Handy
"That's a bit of a relief," says Kate. "I'd hate to think...but if it's not her, then it's someone else. Be careful. Whoever did this might still be around." She lines up the next shot, but she waits to snap a picture until the door is closed so as not to let light be visible from outside.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 6:34 am
by Charlie Hagan
Charlie closes the door on his way out then waits for his night vision to adjust after the flashing from the camera. Once it has he circles the shed to find an easy way to get to its roof.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 8:06 am
by Laraqua
It's dark, cold and foggy out here. More than it even was a minute ago and the ground is rutted enough that it's a little hard to walk safely around the shed. Even by keeping one hand on the shed, he kicks a brick and stubs his toe. Thankfully there's a ladder around the back of the shed, though it looks quite rusty and doesn't appear to be secured in place. There's also the small matter of heading onto a shed roof without a light to seek out a potential dead body.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 1:23 am
by Mr. Handy
Kate takes pictures from different angles, oblivious to what's going on outside.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:31 am
by Charlie Hagan
Swearing under his breath, Charlie adjusts the the ladder to try to make it as stable as possible. He climbs up on to the lowest rung, with a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of cold metal against his hands, and tentatively gives it a downward kick.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:34 am
by Laraqua
It wobbles but doesn't collapse. In the silence of the shed Kate would be able to hear the thud of ladder against metal as it wobbled up against it on the other side.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 10:00 am
by Charlie Hagan
"Ok Charlie," he mutters under his breath as he starts to slowly climb up. "All you have to do is climb up the cold ladder in the dark to find out what the blood's coming from. This isn't a stupid idea at all."
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 4:15 am
by Mr. Handy
Kate puts her camera away, grabs the bolt cutters, and exits the shed, closing the door behind her. She heads over to where Charlie is to see what the noise is all about. "Here, let me hold that ladder for you," she says, steadying it.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 4:08 pm
by Charlie Hagan
"Thanks," Charlie replies gratefully without looking down.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 1:09 am
by Laraqua
He reaches the top of the shed and sees its corrugated lengths are pitched at an angle, preventing him from seeing what might be dripping that blood which would come from the other side of the roof. It's impossible to see the roof's condition in the foggy darkness, but the metal feels a little rusty, the smoothness giving way to rough patches and even the jagged edges of small holes leading downward. As he steps off the ladder and it tips slightly, he doubtless feels very grateful to Kate for having steadied it for him.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 7:58 am
by Charlie Hagan
Charlie carefully adjusts his position so that he's able to reach a hand down. "Looks like I might need to crawl over the top, could you pass up the flashlight?"
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 8:05 am
by Laraqua
The shed is tall enough that she will have to climb up the first four steps in order to reach him with the flashlight.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 12:21 am
by Mr. Handy
"I'm not tall enough to reach up that high," says Kate. "If you hold the ladder from the top of the roof, I can climb up a few rungs and pass you the torch."
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 7:11 am
by Charlie Hagan
"Eh, probably a better idea than tossing it up, hold on, let me just..." He wiggles around some more so that he can get both hands firmly on the ladder. "Okay, we're good to go."
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 5:40 pm
by Mr. Handy
"Cheers," says Kate. She climbs up the first four rungs and hands the electric torch up to Charlie.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 10:06 am
by Charlie Hagan
Charlie reaches down to take the torch with one hand while keeping the ladder steady with the other, "Thanks love." he say while tucking the torch into his armpit, then placing his hand back on the ladder. "Now you best get down, I'll be over and back in a tick."
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 3:09 am
by Mr. Handy
"Right," says Kate, climbing back down to the bottom.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 3:33 am
by Charlie Hagan
Charlie shifts around and turns on the flashlight to finally get a good look at the shed's roof.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 9:25 am
by Laraqua
The roof is pitted with holes and patches of rust and it's several feet of crawling before he would be far enough up the pitched roof to see what's on the other side.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 5:52 am
by Charlie Hagan
"If I fall through the roof tell them I was doing something far more heroic than this." Charlie jokes to ease his nerves as he begins to crawl up the roof of the shed, using his elbows in a poor imitation of an army crawl.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 5:57 am
by Laraqua
Charlie only,The corrugated iron creaks under his weight, sometimes slipping slightly or rattling against their fastenings, and in one case even outright bowing in under his weight, but eventually he makes it up to the top of the pitched roof and places his hand into something cold, wet and coagulating as he reaches the top. The light of his torch plays across the devastation that covers the other side. Matted hair like a hunk of rug reminiscent of one of the hotel room carpets lays too one side, hunks of skin clinging to wet meat are splayed among ropy intestine and opened bowels. The stink of it ... acrid and heavy with iron, underlaid with the stink of shit, twitches at his nostrils. It's a hideous and stability shaking sight. The fabric, too, drenched in blood, could only belong to one thing. A sun dress with a yellow pattern still visible here and there through strands of flesh and splatters of blood. This ruined flesh used to belong to a human being, a woman who wore a yellow sun dress and now is no more.
Stability Roll: [dice]0[/dice]
Re: The Shed
Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 8:07 pm
by Mr. Handy
"Don't worry," says Kate, "you won't die if you fall through the roof. I'd just go back in the shed and patch you up if that happens,"
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2016 6:17 am
by Charlie Hagan
The shed creaks and groans under Charlie's weight as he chuckles, "Heh, guess you're right." The creaking stops and after about five seconds Charlie quietly asserts "It's... not Miss Aston... I'm coming back down." And with that he begins crawling back to the ladder.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2016 2:54 am
by Mr. Handy
"Thank God," says Kate, holding the ladder for Charlie. "But if it's not her, who is it?"
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 6:14 am
by Charlie Hagan
"Um, a woman, I think... wearing a yellow dress." After climbing down Charlie passes the flashlight back before crossing his arms, trying to warm up his freezing hands. "Whoever she was there's nothing we can do now, let's go see if we can get that door open."
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 3:31 pm
by Mr. Handy
"Right," says Kate again. With the torch in one hand and the bolt cutters in the other, she leads the way back to the chained doors. She nervously glances at whatever is moving under the abandoned coat as she passes it.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 3:26 am
by Laraqua
The shed smells of wood chips, lantern oil, straw and old death and the shadows loom menacingly as she moves her flashlight through the depths of the room, playing it over the pile of extra sleepers, rusty old fence railing, tools hanging from the walls and the heap of replacement parts strewn across the wooden tool bench to one side. It then stops to linger over the noose slung over the central beam and attached to one of the wall struts to give it the necessary tension. It creaks as it moves slowly this way and that. Something drips from the rafters further down the shed.
Investigating the dripping,reveals it to be blood. If you touch it, you'll find that it's still warm. What could be on the roof?
Searching through the tools with Mechanical Repair or Crafts knowledge,locates a bolt cutter that has suspicious reddish brown stains along its edges. One thing's for sure, it's not rust.
Evidence Collection Knowledge,notices the fingers of a hand poking out from between some of the railway sleepers piled up by the wall. The fingers look cold and … dead.
Photography Knowledge,gives you the eerie sensation that you really should take a picture of this place. Such a thought worms into your mind and will continue to distract you now and again with the thought of how beautiful this place would look when captured on film.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 11:45 pm
by Laraqua
The shed smells of wood chips, lantern oil, straw and old death and the shadows loom menacingly as she moves her flashlight through the depths of the room, playing it over the pile of extra sleepers, rusty old fence railing, tools hanging from the walls and the heap of replacement parts strewn across the wooden tool bench to one side. It then stops to linger over the noose slung over the central beam and attached to one of the wall struts to give it the necessary tension. It creaks as it moves slowly this way and that. Something drips from the rafters further down the shed.
Investigating the dripping,reveals it to be blood. If you touch it, you'll find that it's still warm. What could be on the roof?
Evidence Collection Knowledge,notices the fingers of a hand poking out from between some of the railway sleepers piled up by the wall. The fingers look cold and … dead.
Photography Knowledge,gives you the eerie sensation that you really should take a picture of this place. Such a thought worms into your mind and will continue to distract you now and again with the thought of how beautiful this place would look when captured on film.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 3:54 am
by Ritterton
He walked into the shed and pulled out his torch from his jacket pocket. He flipped it on and swung the beam across the shed. The light glinted off of the tools on the wall and Arty made his way over to those looking for something that would cut the boot between the train cars.
DRIP
He looked over the tools. There were hammers and awls. But where was something that would actually cut something? He asked himself.
DRIP
The light shined about and he thought he glimpsed a few saws. He turned the beam to see better and he heard it again.
DRIP
"What is that sound?" Arty turned his torch to where the sound was coming from, a constant, noticeable drip. He walked with his cane hitting out a tempo again towards the back of the building. His light caught a puddle on the floor and that rippled with another drip. He shone the torch at the puddle and then back up at the ceiling. Then back at the puddle which was a thick reddish black.
"Why is there blood dripping from the roof?" Arty asked back over his shoulder.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 5:16 am
by Mr. Handy
Kate follows him inside. "There's a dead body on the roof," she says. "Mr. Hagan went up to look when we were last here. It's a woman, but not Miss Aston." She searches for a saw.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 4:16 pm
by Ritterton
"How does a dead woman get on the roof of a train shed? I mean how does a woman get on top of the shed and die, or die and get on top of the shed?" Arty's face twitched and he shook his head. He looked for a saw.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 5:12 pm
by Mr. Handy
"I don't know," says Kate with a shrug. "I'm not so sure I want to, either."
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 4:50 pm
by Overlord87
Jonathan leans on a wall as he feels nauseous: "A body on the roof... and a body in here, too", he vaguely points towards a bunch of railway sleepers piled against a wall. Under them, a dead hand pokes out, while the rest of the body stays hidden. "Let's hurry up and get out of here, please".
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 8:26 pm
by Ritterton
'Wait, what did you say Jonathan?" Arty scowled as he swished his light about and it caught the fingers curled of a hand sticking out of the metal rails that were stacked up. "What by the Bull happened in this place? WE need to find something that we can use to saw intot hat boot, get our colleagues, and get the hell out of this place."
Arty twitched as he turned his head back away from the revealed hand and looked for tools that would work for their needs.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2017 4:25 am
by Mr. Handy
"Another body?!" exclaims Kate. "We didn't see it when we were in here before. Wh-who is it?"
Re: The Shed
Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 6:19 am
by Laraqua
The shed is so cold that their breaths come out in little puffs of condensation, though the fog itself doesn't follow them in, even during the brief moments they left the door open as though it were somehow afraid to enter. Their flashlights criss cross around the room before settling upon the body and where it is hidden. Is there ... something there? Some kind of handle glimpsed between gaps in the sleepers? That looks promising. Still no sign of any cutting tools on the walls even though they should really be in here. There's not even a screwdriver here.
Evidence Collection,wait, there is a screwdriver over near a gap in the shed wall. It looks like it fell down from the outside of the rear wall and rolled in through that little gap. It's edge is still quite bloodstained and the blood is fresh. It sits close to the hole, though, and there's this horrifying feeling that reaching for it with hand or foot would lead to being grabbed by such appendage and jerked bloodily through the hole.
Just a feeling, surely. A feeling brought on by the horrifying sense of this place.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 6:02 am
by Mr. Handy
Kate gathers up her courage and pulls on the handle.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 8:00 am
by Laraqua
It seems stuck, somewhat, but not by the sleepers. As she tugs on it, there's an odd wet sound coupled with a strange scraping sound....
OOC,Athletics roll to pull it loose without uncovering what lies beneath...
Re: The Shed
Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:10 am
by Mr. Handy
Kate pulls on the handle, but something comes with it...
OOC,Athletics roll (no points spent) pulling out the handle:
[dice]0[/dice]
Re: The Shed
Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 6:02 am
by Laraqua
*snap*
Whoops. The angle was wrong. The saw snaps in half as it comes out, it's blood smeared edges still clogged with flesh and tufts of hair. The broken edge should still be capable of hacking through that fabric (though not as well as, say, an axe) but it won't be much use after that and it will probably only create a big enough slit for them to slowly wiggle through one at a time before breaking. They could keep searching the lumber or look elsewhere for more tools....
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 2:08 am
by Mr. Handy
"I suppose the saw will do, even if it's broken," says Kate. "It just won't be much good afterwards. Time is of the essence, so we should go back to the train. The opening we make will be a tight squeeze, but only one of us needs to get in that way. The bolt cutters are within the baggage car, and whoever goes in first can cut the chain from the inside."
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:36 am
by Overlord87
Jonathan still feels a little unsteady on his feet: "I agree, let's go. The sooner we're out of here, the better".
Re: The Shed
Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 2:53 pm
by Ritterton
"Sure, sure, let's just get moving and out of this place, and back to the village," he said as he refocused his attention on the situation before them and lost the blank stare that had occupied his face. He tried to smile and it was obvious that it was forced. He walked towards the shed's door and his mouth twitched as the sound of dripping seemed to echo more loudly in his mind than in actuality.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 1:39 am
by Laraqua
The door opens into the silence of the fog that covers the world around you with that real sense of unreality. Is that your imagination or is someone playing piano, quietly, disturbingly, in the distance or in the station? The air raid sirens have stopped at least. You don't know when it ceased. You only now know that it hasn't been for awhile.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 3:52 am
by Mr. Handy
Kate takes the broken saw and heads back outside. "That must be that piano player on the train," she says.
Re: The Shed
Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 3:08 pm
by Ritterton
"Right, right, because this nightmare didn't have any musical accompaniment to it," Arty said with sarcastic amusement. He stepped out into the fog and headed towards the station and its train. "Let's get this done, Miss Kate."
