At room 217...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River sits on her bed inside the propped-open door to the room, jotting down notes and potential strategems in a college-bound notebook. She's prepared snacks and drinks for hosting, and as soon as everyone interested in the investigation of Hellboy's disappearance arrives they can begin their discussion.

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[chasingangela]

Before anyone else is there, Angela knocks lightly on the open door. "River? Could I, like, just talk to you for a second?"

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*Maia walks over and snatches a potato chip then sits on her bed and watches River for a minute* So.. where do you think he is?

[imisspadfoot.livejournal.com]

From outside, they can hear a long, lonely howl.

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Oh, my bad *looks at the red headed girl* I'll just go down the hall and uh, use the restroom or something...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing, Angela. What's going on?"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River shrugs helplessly. "I don't know. That's what I hope that we can find out. Him being removed suggests that there might be paranormal entities with some dark plan operating here on the campus."

[chasingangela]

"I don't want to kick you out of your own room. You can stay, don't worry."

[chasingangela]

Angela swallows, hard.

"Martin Blank. You ... you talked to him last Monday, and he went kind of crazy. I just want to know what you told him. What you saw. He told me it was about, like, his ex-girlfriend, but ... he sounds confused."

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*swallows hard* we-we're not going into the basement are we River?

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

((OOC: damn I gtg to bed its getting really late here I will play tomorrow. Hopefully you'll be able to play too))

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica knocks on River's door.

"Its Veronica," she calls. "I'm here to talk to you about the investigation."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River looks sympathetic, then nibbles at her lip as she thinks back. "Well -- just one thing, first. You know that I'm more than a touch psychic, correct? Martin came into the common room that night, very drunk. When he passed out on the floor, I helped him to get back up to his room... but as I was doing so, he called me Debbie."

She sighs, then continues. "When someone nearby is inebriated, their thoughts are much louder than normal. So I followed his thought that I was Debbie back down, to find out who she was. And..." She shrugs. "Something happened. I knew, somehow, who and where she was, and that she still missed him desperately from when he'd disappeared. The next morning, when I saw him... I told him so."

She looks up at Angela. "That's about when he ... lost it."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, yet, Maia... I've never been down there."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Veronica. Come on in and take a seat. Did you want anything to drink?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"No thanks," she replies.

She proceeds to sit down on the floor and open her lap top to take notes.

"What have I missed?"

[chasingangela]

Angela nods. "I heard that -- you and Maia both -- that you ... knew things.

But is that all it is, this girl who misses him? Did he, like, give you anything else?" Angela is weirdly relieved, although she still couldn't understand why a girl could cause the meltdown she had seen.

[OOC: Angela shouldn't know yet specifically that Marty is an assassin. Anything else is fair game.]

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Nothing as yet," River replies. "I was just waiting for Laura to get here before we --" She breaks off suddenly, at the sound of the howling in the distance. "Wait, did you hear that?"

She gets to her feet and moves over to peer out the window. "Do you have any idea whether wolves are native to this region?"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Well... I'm not sure if this means anything, you understand..." River hesitates, studying Angela's expression before she goes on. "I got the impression that he was more than a bit practiced with those pistols of his. And there's something -- not wrong, that's not quite it. But there's a curious blankness inside of him, as though he doesn't feel things quite the same way as other people do."

[chasingangela]

Angela shivers a bit, involuntarily. "I knew about his guns. He's way, way too good with them, and I want to know why. The other thing..." Angela shrugs. "I'm sure you do get that, but ... I've kissed him. I like him, a lot, and he seems to like me back. He seems pretty ... I don't know, pretty normal. For this school, anyhow. But I'll watch for that, okay?"

Angela stands to leave, feeling she's taken up too much of River's time and not sure she would want to hear anything else. "Thanks again ... I should, like, let you get back to your meetng."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River shuts her eyes, dizzied by a sudden burst of intuition and vision, and sees --

-- a lean grey girl, fleeing through trees and underbrush, heart pounding with fear and exertion, while behind a lupine semi-humanoid figure pursues --

-- the girl scaling a tree in sheer desperation, as a foaming jaw closes just below her heels --

-- the beast, slavering, circling the base of the trunk, hunger rasping through its belly like sandpaper, knowing prey is just beyond reach --

-- and River opens her eyes in sudden realization. "Oh, gods, Chiana --" she blurts. She goes pale, turns from the window, and snatches up a paper bag as she sprints out the room's door. Never thought I'd think this, but thank you Angelus --

And she runs.

[lauraholt.livejournal.com]

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

[ OOC: continued here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/69427.html) ]

[lauraholt.livejournal.com]