Constable George Crabtree (
19centconstable) wrote2011-07-10 05:52 pm
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Case # 12: Video
[George is in his room. He looks slightly dazed and has a damp washcloth pressed against his head. There is a bruise blooming underneath it.]
I'm afraid I was...indisposed.
[George shuffles his feet and there is the sound of broken glass crunching.]
But I've managed to find my trousers now. Has something happened?
I'm afraid I was...indisposed.
[George shuffles his feet and there is the sound of broken glass crunching.]
But I've managed to find my trousers now. Has something happened?
[Video]
[Video]
Someone should probably check your cognitive abilities. And your ocular response. And I don't think you should do to sleep for a little while.
[Video]
Our Detective Murdoch did lose his memory for a bit, but I think I'd know if I lost that. ...Unless I forgot.
[Video]
Why don't I come by, just to make sure you're all right. I won't stay long.
[Video]
[Video]
[Video]
I'm in five-five, then.
[Video] --->[Action]
[And after not long at all, there's a quiet knocking]
[Action]
Please, do come in. And thank you again.
[George's room is Victorian, but not opulent. There is wallpaper, though. And there are lace tablecloths on everything.]
[Action]
This isn't really how I though we'd meet. Is there a place you can sit?
[Oh those Victorians and their table legs. Fred's in jeans, no legs to be seen]
[Action]
[George gestures to a tea table, although it is not set for tea. It just naturally screams 'I am a tea table'.]
And it's quite a bit less embarrassing than meeting up during some of the floods we've had.
[Action]
I've actually been pretty lucky with that so far, though I've heard some of the stories...
[Action]
How long have you been here? I've only been about four months myself, and there was only that one occurence which was...I'd actually prefer to stop thinking about it, if that's alright.
[Action]
[She smiles, studying the crown of his head]
And we don't have to think about it. Why don't you count to ten for me instead?
[Action]
[George has a rather open mind: sometimes certain concepts escape it.]
[Action]
...yes. Just like that.
[Action]
[And George looks up hopefully.]
[Action]
Very good. You pass.
[Of course she's used the distraction of him counting to begin gently carding her fingers through his hair and across his scalp, feeling for swelling and broken skin]
[Action]
Sorry. So...you're not a doctor?
[George is chatty when he's nervous. And when he's not nervous. George may be chatty in his sleep.]
[Action]
[And she genuinely is. That should be evident. After a few more seconds of gentle exploration she lets er hands fall away]
And no, I'm not a doctor. But I've gotten tossed around enough myself to know what to do.
[Action]
Tossed around?!? You do know you don't have to let anybody treat you like that, yes? You can have him arrested.
[Action]
No, no...it's not like that. The job I do, sometimes things get out of hand? Or go as planned. there's no one to arrest.
[Action]
What is it you do, then?
[Action]
[She looks at the tablecloths, remembers their conversation about her name. But then again, she considers where they live]
Let's just say there's not a lot we've encountered here that's surprised me. [Fred looks at the man across from her. She's a stranger, really. And that suddenly makes it easier to say]
My physics professor sent me to a hell dimension where I was enslaved for five years and traded like cattle till I escaped to live in a cave. [She leave's off the part about writing on walls. And the torture] But then I was rescued by a vampire and his friends and I went to work for him. We sort of worked the cases that...we're a bit odder. Demons and such.
[Action]
A vampire rescued you?
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