Brian meets Silver

In the months following the strange incident
with the creatures, more visitors arrived. Most were things of a different
plane: abstract, nearly intangible. More like peculiar feelings imported from a
collective body. None of them had been physical- until now. On the evening of
Halloween, someone new took to the shadows of the eerily quiet home. She
skirted about for the next week, sneaking the final portions of the meals other
scientists hadn't bothered to claim and nesting in sheets used to protect the
furniture that wasn't required in rooms that weren't occupied. One dreary
November afternoon, she cautiously slips into the hall, surprised to see
people.
triman95: Brian was wondering through the halls with tools in
his hands. He was aggressively sniffing the air for something. More
specifically, he smelled gas, a possible gas leak that either need to be turned
off or fix before something happens. Don't need to be reminded about this kind
of accidents, or 'accidents', that how some of the fires started supposedly
when you live in the slums. Still, he wasn't really paying attention where he
was going. He was more focus on the smell of gas than that fact that someone
was in the halls wondering around.
Silverliné Carew:  ( She
watches him from the balcony, her head cocked to the right. What is he looking
for?
That's when she smells it- sulfuric and vaguely cheesy- the warning scent added
to make gas safer. She carefully mirrors Brian, head still cocked to the right
as she tries to follow her allergy addled nose. )
triman95:  Brian
tilts his head up, hoping that putting his nose in a higher position that it
would help him find the source of the smell. As he does so, he notices Carew
and calls out to her, "Do you smell that gas smell to?" Hoping that
she did.
Silverliné Carew:  ( Her
brows furrow and she nods. )
I do!
triman95:  He
rubs the back of his head as he say, "I swear, I been smelling gas all day
and I can't seem to find it." Pausing for a second, it dawns on him.
"We haven't met before have we?"
Silverliné Carew:  ( She
snaps her head to its original position. )
No! I don't think we have! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance though
sir!
triman95:  "You
don't need to be formal with me," he says, feeling a bit surprise by her
tone , "Name is Brian Patrick O'Donnell."
Silverliné Carew:  Silver
Carew.
triman95:  Continues
walking around the building as he tries to find the source of the gas smell.
"Are you recently new here by chance?" he asks as he checks a nearby
room.
Silverliné Carew:  Uhh
yep...yep I am. ( She opens her mouth and closes it when she decides she has
nothing of subtance to contribute to the exchange. She shifts her attention to
her hands as they fumble with her gown in their search for a place to hide.
" I wish these things had pockets" )
... Just arrived about a week ago well "arrive" is putting it
lightly. "Thrown" is more like it. ( She yanks her hand away from her
bun when she realized that her fingers had quickly travelled to her tightly
pinned hair and begun playing with it. )
== Obtained From ==
She came in through the Bathroom Window
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