{ Location: Hospital || Interacting With: Shane, Brooklyn, Hospital Staff (NPCs) || Mentioned: N/A || #112865 }
Brooklyn was understandably broken, Nathaniel could have easily deduced from a distant look. Let alone additionally from the clammy, limp hand-shake she offered to his own firm one, the tenseness her shoulders held, and the smell of salty tears that had threaten to fall earlier with more soon to replace them. Even her tired sighing of, āUm, thanks,ā echoed his deduction. They did say you could know someone best by the enemies they made along the way: How they defied beings that should have cowed them into silence; resisted forces that were inevitable for no more reason than the belief that they should be resisted; not bowing their head to neither demons nor angels; and putting themselves into harmās way to defend those who could not defend themselves. But, Nathaniel figured that was only a portion of a true measure of a person (or supernatural entity) ā because life was pain, and suffering, so how one became broken and tried to glue the pieces together (if they even tried to do so) was a far better measure of such an immeasurable thing.
It wasnāt long of a silence between the pair of them, before the Sheriff arrived, coming up to sit beside Brooklyn ā Shane started out holding unto Brooklynās hand, stroking it gently in reassurances before speaking softly. First a friendly hello that only managed to draw out a thin smile from the girl, and then the ākiller statementā of āā¦ Iām really not sure how to say thisā¦ā brought on the beginning of the waterworks ā and needing, then asking if she could see her brotherās body. Finally, Nathaniel had a window to rejoin the conversation, after having remained a politely silent, if stoic presence for the mean time while he let Shane (who likely knew far more about the girl after living in this town, versus the ānew doctorā) take the lead. āOf course,ā Nathaniel mused softly, a gentle but sad smile lurking beneath his words, never quite surfacing to his thin-lined lips for the moment. āLet me go ahead, and Sheriff Dawson will bring you backā¦ā He finished as he rose, offering Shane a slow nod in return. It was only proper for him to go ahead, pulling up the proper paperwork (though Janet, wonderful Janet would likely have it ready at the edge of the nurse station the minute he walked out the door), and making sure the morgue was presentable ā though as far as he knew, Jonathan the mortician, was not a messy individual for the most part ā and the deceased patient ready before anyone came back. Before moving to the door, and on his wayā¦
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Hospitals in general were cold, sterile environments for the most part, to control and contain the spread of disease as well as simply āfreeze outā others, but Morgueās were the worst place to be he had been told ā and perhaps heād agree that it was particularly chilly if he could feel the temperature that is. The dull, blue-tinted lights did not help the chill much, nor the lifeless stainless steel everywhere, but Nathaniel made the room as āwelcomingā as anyone could manage: The Sheriffās clipboard, post-it-notes, and jacket had been safely stowed out of sight in the attached office. The late Donny Simmons white cover-sheet was back in place and a couple small round skin-tinted bandages now covered the remnants of the holes teeth-marks had left from his āattackā (smelling of a Vampire from his new coven that Arthur, Elisabeth, or Kat, hadnāt introduced him too) that the mortician had left for the Sheriff to observe (but there was no need to additionally upset the girl for her to see part of what had ādone her brother inā). And the paperwork Janet had provided, including release forms from what the Sherriff would require as a proper agreement that the identification was correct and the hospitalās agreement of what / where / etc the body would go through to be properly rested.
& Nathaniel waited for Shane and Brooklyn's eventual arrival...
{ Location: Leaving Diner, Sienna's Apartment || Interacting With: Vivian, Brooklyn || Mentioned: Sienna || #929292 }
āOkay, Iām going to check out some parties on my way home.ā At Vivianās comment, Charles eyebrows unintendedly raised ā not only in disbelief, but genuine surprise. She was not one for parties in mind or spirit as long as heād known her (not that he was much one either to be frank, but heād probably fit in better and would not stick out like a sore-thumb); and it would be a step, a certainly stressful step, to attend a party (or more) looking for someone you might not even find there. Well, he had to hand it to her at the very leastā¦ āBe safe,ā Charlie spoke softly, his words echoing an unspoken good luck. As he rose from the table with a farewell, cheeky grin, before going out onto the streets.
There was still a fair amount of hustle and bustle in the early hours of the night, but everyone was moving fast and heading to zones of safety as quickly as possible ā aided by the spook the atmosphere of the Full Moon brought upon the town already ripe with weird happenings, and helped along by the distant yip and snarls of ādogsā bouncing about the alleyās and city streets. Charles made his way up into Siennaās apartment swiftly, and with a flick of his hand unaided by a key, unlocked the door with a simple breeze to the dark and empty living room. He fumbled briefly with the lights, before locking the door behind him tight, and went to work ā looking around to find something about Siennaās whereaboutsā¦