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dramadramaduck2014-09-21 05:27 am
glimmerous_fop) wrote in dramadramaduck2014-09-21 05:27 am
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accidental video | breaking and entering with Klavier Gavin
[As the feed cuts on Klavier can be found standing outside of a ramshackle little house, you know the kind, the white ones that at first appear quaint until you approach it and find that it's overrun by bushes and weeds, covered in dirt. It's the little white house in the middle of nowhere that everyone has nightmares about.
And he's not alone, he's accompanied by a pretty, petite lady with brown hair and a very uncertain look about her, clutching a flashlight as though her life depended on it. This woman might be recognized by some as his office assist.]
Are you sure we have to do this?
[For his part Klavier is putting the final touches on his plastic suit, making certain he's buttoned all the way to the collar before pinning his hair up.]
Well it's not very fashion forward, but we can't go inside otherwise, ja? We'll just contaminate the place. Don't forget your gloves and your shoe covers either.
[Oh, right, well, she has to release her death grip on the flashlight so that she can follow these orders.]
I feel like...we're doing something we shouldn't be. This has to be illegal Mister Gavin...
Well...hey...we'll be fine as long as we don't corrupt the crime scene so try to relax.
H-hey is this illegal or isn't it? You're acting a little bit dodgy today!
[Finishing up the ex-rocker then raises himself to his full height, smiling sympathetically.]
Traurig, Fräuleinchen.
I...don't want to hear your apologies, just give it to me straight, Mister Gavin.
[Klavier's eyes widen a little, she's his employee after all, telling him what to do instead of simply following along, but then he has to laugh much to her chagrin.]
Okay, okay...boss. It's fine as long as we're not obstructing justice. I just want to have a peak inside before they begin tearing the place apart...you know the police and detectives alike can just as easily corrupt a scene. So...if you're satisfied let's move...
[She doesn't look 100%, but she nods and follows Klavier into the little house of horrors. Klavier himself is taking the less conventional route, climbing through the window like a typical sneak thief might do and hauling his assistant along with him.
It's dark, and the situation isn't helped by the fact that it's presently twilight outside.]
K-kinda creepy...and...oh...the smell...
Ja...ja...well...I suspect the bodies he kept here spent a great deal of time cooking...I don't recall seeing an air conditioner either.
[Klavier raises a gloved hand to his face, but resists the urge to cover his nose. Instead he presses forward into the house.
Everything looks completely normal on the surface, in spite of the furniture being covered in a fine layer of dust and trash littered about.]
He wasn't exactly clean was he?
I'm not so sure house keeping was a priority...ah, come along...I think I've found the basement.
[Again the assistant is apprehensive, but she edges along anyway.]
Why do you think there's anything in the basement.
The police report! [Obviously] And besides...if you were going to get up to mischief in your own house the ideal place is always the basement.
You make him sound like a petulant child...
[Klavier doesn't respond to that one, but instead he moves through the semi-darkness with his assistants flashlight guiding the way to the door of the basement, but just as they open it and begin to descend a figure drops down from above them, heavily silhouetted and looking very cobbled together, but in this dark gloom an attack, however unexpected it is, is enough to rip a scream out of the petite lady who swiftly latches on to Klavier...and the prosecutor for his part...well...it's not a scream...it's more like a shout. A shout is what he'll call it later...but he's definitely horrified by the figure giving them the drop.
Perhaps they weren't as alone as they thought, not that they can confirm anything because just as soon as the terror commences the flashlight is dropped. Isn't that always the way of it? Some shuffling can be heard and a bit of tumbling...apparently their trip down the stairs was cut brief by tumbling down the stairs instead]
Ow! Owowowow! [That would be Klavier's agonized, strained voice] You're...knee...
Oh...oh I'm sorry...did I hit something delicate?
[There is another loud thud and another scream can be heard coming from the assistant, apparently Klavier can only muster up an agonized groan, but that's where the feed ends.]
((ooc: normal text is Klavier Gavin and italics = his assistant.))
And he's not alone, he's accompanied by a pretty, petite lady with brown hair and a very uncertain look about her, clutching a flashlight as though her life depended on it. This woman might be recognized by some as his office assist.]
Are you sure we have to do this?
[For his part Klavier is putting the final touches on his plastic suit, making certain he's buttoned all the way to the collar before pinning his hair up.]
Well it's not very fashion forward, but we can't go inside otherwise, ja? We'll just contaminate the place. Don't forget your gloves and your shoe covers either.
[Oh, right, well, she has to release her death grip on the flashlight so that she can follow these orders.]
I feel like...we're doing something we shouldn't be. This has to be illegal Mister Gavin...
Well...hey...we'll be fine as long as we don't corrupt the crime scene so try to relax.
H-hey is this illegal or isn't it? You're acting a little bit dodgy today!
[Finishing up the ex-rocker then raises himself to his full height, smiling sympathetically.]
Traurig, Fräuleinchen.
I...don't want to hear your apologies, just give it to me straight, Mister Gavin.
[Klavier's eyes widen a little, she's his employee after all, telling him what to do instead of simply following along, but then he has to laugh much to her chagrin.]
Okay, okay...boss. It's fine as long as we're not obstructing justice. I just want to have a peak inside before they begin tearing the place apart...you know the police and detectives alike can just as easily corrupt a scene. So...if you're satisfied let's move...
[She doesn't look 100%, but she nods and follows Klavier into the little house of horrors. Klavier himself is taking the less conventional route, climbing through the window like a typical sneak thief might do and hauling his assistant along with him.
It's dark, and the situation isn't helped by the fact that it's presently twilight outside.]
K-kinda creepy...and...oh...the smell...
Ja...ja...well...I suspect the bodies he kept here spent a great deal of time cooking...I don't recall seeing an air conditioner either.
[Klavier raises a gloved hand to his face, but resists the urge to cover his nose. Instead he presses forward into the house.
Everything looks completely normal on the surface, in spite of the furniture being covered in a fine layer of dust and trash littered about.]
He wasn't exactly clean was he?
I'm not so sure house keeping was a priority...ah, come along...I think I've found the basement.
[Again the assistant is apprehensive, but she edges along anyway.]
Why do you think there's anything in the basement.
The police report! [Obviously] And besides...if you were going to get up to mischief in your own house the ideal place is always the basement.
You make him sound like a petulant child...
[Klavier doesn't respond to that one, but instead he moves through the semi-darkness with his assistants flashlight guiding the way to the door of the basement, but just as they open it and begin to descend a figure drops down from above them, heavily silhouetted and looking very cobbled together, but in this dark gloom an attack, however unexpected it is, is enough to rip a scream out of the petite lady who swiftly latches on to Klavier...and the prosecutor for his part...well...it's not a scream...it's more like a shout. A shout is what he'll call it later...but he's definitely horrified by the figure giving them the drop.
Perhaps they weren't as alone as they thought, not that they can confirm anything because just as soon as the terror commences the flashlight is dropped. Isn't that always the way of it? Some shuffling can be heard and a bit of tumbling...apparently their trip down the stairs was cut brief by tumbling down the stairs instead]
Ow! Owowowow! [That would be Klavier's agonized, strained voice] You're...knee...
Oh...oh I'm sorry...did I hit something delicate?
[There is another loud thud and another scream can be heard coming from the assistant, apparently Klavier can only muster up an agonized groan, but that's where the feed ends.]
((ooc: normal text is Klavier Gavin and italics = his assistant.))
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