Aaron was walking slowly, near the back of the group with Liz behind him and Eve ahead, his camera out in his right hand sweeping back and forth with night vision on. Not that he really needed to see anything, he was just using it to get some b-roll for the film he would make later about this whole experience. The kind of stuff you could have on screen while the narrator was filling you in on where the film you are about to watch made, by who, all that jazz. Aaron also knew that there was a small chance he could catch something supernatural on the camera none of them would be able to see with their naked eye. A ghost walking beside them or something like that, which would only show up later when he got the chance to view the recordings.
When the group stops and splits up he lowers the camera and nods to Constant and Aila and wishes them luck. Of course he was worried about them, going off on their own in a place like this, but he knew Constant had a crush on Aila, and if she got in trouble he would take care of her, even if he did seem a little out of it lately.
"I guess I just wanted to explore this place a little, to be honest Liz." Aaron says with a small chuckle to answer the officer as he took a look around the old tuberculosis building. It was pretty much how he expected it to be really. "And I figured it might make a cool short film project for class. How the rest of the group got caught up in this, I'm still not entirely sure." His attention then turns to Eve as she turned about to take everything in, smiling at her comment. When she came over and pulled herself in close he put his arm around her in return and looked down at her, having caught the glare, and the others in the past. "If you keep glaring like that you might end up turning someone to stone one day."
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Bobby was spending this night like most other nights since he had become marooned for eternity on this miserable island. Inside one of the many buildings on the island, the storage building as it turned out, and more specifically in one of the many rooms inside that building, putting everything in order. Let's face it, there isn't much to do when you're dead, and it helped to pass the time because as soon as he got everything into just the right place he would step back to admire it, then fall into an inexplicable rage and tear it all up again.
Tonight he hadn't gotten that far yet. He was still in the process of sorting through a pile of rather old pill bottles, but as he picked one of the now empty containers up, he felt a shiver go through him.
"That was...odd..." Bobby says, looking from the bottle to the nearest window. Standing up he tosses it back into the pile and makes his way towards the dingy glass so he can look out through a section where the window had been broken and there was now a hole large enough for him to easily stick his head through. "That didn't feel like the old man, that was something new." Before he could begin contemplating this odd feeling, he was struck with another, more familiar one. "Now that was most certainly the old man stirring up the shadows. I wonder if this means we have new arrivals on the island? I can't even remember the last time I saw a new face..."