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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 11, 2017 18:14:13 GMT -6
Gravity Falls was quickly turning out to be exactly the sleepy, quiet little backwater town Aaron had expected. From the top of the surrounding hills, one could look down, and easily take in everything the place had to offer. Acres of woodland, circling a town as dull and barely changed from its pioneer days as could be. Nothing but a handful of tourist traps and necessities. The real miracles were the mall and the full education system, right up to college. Idly, the investigator had wondered just what kind of credentials graduation from such a tiny system could hold. Maybe they had good transfer credits?
Transportation was a difficulty, always had been for the young adult. He'd settled with biking everywhere since he'd been old enough to realize that driving any sort of automatized vehicle just wasn't going to fly. It probably wasn't that professional, driving up to the small office on a simple three speed painted in a classic smokey gray. But Aaron made up for it. His long, black coat was immaculate, his gloves speck free. He even took a moment to dust off his briefcase and clean his glasses, determined to make the best first impression possible.
Giving a little glance around, his blue eyes settled on the quiet scene. It was probably going to be a dull job (just how much crime could a backwater county like this get?) but maybe that was best. As long as it made for a good reference, he could worry about more active work down the road. Right now, he just needed to get his feet wet with as little incident as possible. A new, fresh start.
Aaron took a breath, and once he was calm, opened the door. A quiet hum of the fan in the corner was the first noise to greet him, alongside the faint buzz of florescent lights. They flickered slightly as he entered, and he paused to give them a wary eye before fully entering the room. The room was pretty silent, the desk unoccupied. He flicked his gaze over the darkened monitor of the 80's-era computer before reaching out, flicking his hand. The room echoed with the soft ding of the bell, and Aaron didn't bother to ring it a second time.
Giving the room another glance, he waited, and wondered what his new workplace would be like. His credentials were immaculate. His papers were in order and without a hitch. He had nothing to worry about. Yet as every passing second stretched in unyielding silence, his already offset nerves that had been on edge since he'd first entered this dreary town were further tested in their durability.
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Post by Ginger on Feb 11, 2017 19:51:49 GMT -6
A man with short brown hair stared at the newest round of paperwork, he gave a sigh, another round of crazed civilians claiming some alien had attacked? Not bothering to sort the paperwork anymore, he just piled it all under "inconclusive data". All the data moved to another folder, that was really a large filing cabinet in the far corner gathering dust.
The male scooted back the chair with a large echoing screech, turning to the computer, highly outdated. Funny, the city Hall had enough to pay for a new marble library, yet couldn't updated the old computer equipment? Was it more important to gain Tourists than it was for the citizens protection? The very though made him scoff in disgust, did they not care? He certainly didn't, he only did this little "side job" because it was asked him by a friend out of town. A friend, mind you, hadn't emailed him back in a whole year. Placed him in the job, disappeared, the bastard. He had plenty of questions about his wife taken to a hospital with the best facilities outside of town, only to learn she was actually in town all along. Why that bastard lied.
Clicks on the computer, cricking of a loading screen, printing of the newest Applicant. Some kid who originally came from out of state, that worked hard to gain even smallest amount of recognition, probably took this job out of desperation. Poor kid, a decade under himself, and completely stuck in this small town. He hoped this kid was as good as his gpa came out to be, not some loon trying to discover the towns great "secrets". Speak of the devil, a small ring of the doorbell the young twenty-five year old walked in.
He actually looked younger than his recorded age, huh, the air about him certainly better than all current recruits. The glasses and outfit really sold out how interesting this new "investigator" was going to be. Logical? Certainly seemed it, good , certainly help rid the town of those, rumors. He rose up to the kid offering his hand, "Police Commissioner Ethan Mathew, welcome Aaron O'Del to our small settled town." He wore a regular police officer outfit, he preferred that over the suits. His smile seemed to hold strong kind man, however the eyes show history of sadness and regret, there was a small twitch of not care for this whole "new rookie".
The air in the building smelled about as old and lame as the whole town, Ethan attempted to wore cologne to hide that olden time smell. He so hoped to get out of this town once his old friend Jacob showed up, just need that guy to answer his emails!
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 11, 2017 20:16:36 GMT -6
It wasn't a long wait, and for that Aaron was fortunate. He took a critical, but polite eye to the man as they introduced themselves. His attire was almost too casual, leading towards just a casual member of the force. It was on closer inspection the Irish investigator picked up on more precise details. Hints of age and experience to match the years, every line worn down with what nightmares he'd probably seen. There was a cool confidence, a sort of presence the man carried. If that wasn't enough, the simple fact the man clearly had the information to recognize Aaron on arrival, and his self proclamation made the position clear.
Dropping his gaze to the offered hand, there was a moment of stagnant silence. Eventually Aaron allowed some of his personal rules to be bent, and took the offered hand. His grip was faint, and he gave the shake barely a half second of sustained existence before quickly withdrawing his grip. The glove gave a coolness to the grip, but not nearly as cool as the level gaze behind his glasses.
"A pleasure to meet you Commissioner," he greeted in return, tone carrying more maturity than should have lived in a man his age. He didn't miss the lack of care for his own existence. He didn't mind it either. Most people holding years and experience over him were quick to treat him that way. No matter. Letting his shoulders slide back, he met the older mans gaze with confidence. "I look forward to working with you, sir."
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Post by Ginger on Feb 11, 2017 20:47:40 GMT -6
There was a slow pause in the way the man seemed to hesitate about taking the older man's hand. This caused the older man's eyebrow to raise studying the youngster, hiding something? In this town, everybody did. The hand was taken, the surface rather cool in nature, a part cooler than the other side, he simply pressed it aside as something with low blood pressure. Possibly a cold heart bastard? Like the town needed another one, quickly he shook the thought away no judging so early.
The voice surrounding the guy certainly held more age than what he looked to be, perhaps he truly was 25? That or much older, in this town... one never knew. Even children have been known to hold dark secrets. He gave a smile to the younger lad, "Ahh I as well, pleasure to meet you." He paused looking at his desk with the papers, sigh, where to put the kid first? Save it for another day?
Hmmm, what do to? The kid definitely seemed the sort to judge everything as scientific results, maybe he should... Yes... He should. A smirk slowly crossed his face almost slightly creepy. "Do you wish to start working today? I have this stack of files you can look back, with inconclusive data. Maybe you can go investigate the site? Figure out a more conclusive result?" He motioned toward the stack of papers, wait.. WASNT this a slow paced town?! How did that stack get made so fast? "They're all from this week, the more paranoid explorers usually call them in." |
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 11, 2017 21:04:10 GMT -6
The way the guy was eyeing him... far too cryptic and suspicious. It wasn't something Aaron was fully prepared for, if he were honest with himself. Not that he didn't have his own secrets, who didn't? He hadn't thought he'd been so transparent, but something must have put the man on edge. Resisting the urge to frown, he filed that away for further consideration and let his gaze fall to where Commissioner Mathew was now staring.
A stack of files? In a small town like this? Actually, it sort of made sense. Places like this was bound to be chopped up with all sorts of crackpot theories and paranoid folks. It wasn't hard to guess that was the case here, when the man labeled them as 'inconclusive' data. And the way he was smirking? It was just that kind of smile that a man in power would give as they shovel off the worst work on an understudy. And Aaron was that understudy.
Keeping his expression calm, with no hint of his internal exasperation to be seen, he let his head dip in a nod. There was even a thin, false smile on his lips as he spoke evenly. "I'd be happy to." At least he wouldn't be cooped up in an office all day. Much as he loved his organization and solace, getting out into the field was exactly why he'd come here.
He couldn't help a small comment at the Commissioners words. "I imagine you get quite a few calls of that nature down here? No worries. I'll be sure to separate the proper facts from this nonsense." His eyes remained, hovering on the files. Even if it was nothing but crackpot calls, he was eager to jump straight into work, and his expression gave that much away. Fixing his gloves slightly, giving his glasses a small fix, he forced his gaze back towards the man in charge. "Anything stand out, in your professional opinion, that I should keep in mind with these cases?"
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Post by Ginger on Feb 11, 2017 22:47:14 GMT -6
Oh good, the new employee knew his place immediately. Good nothing like that annoying past police officer Bill, the very one who attempted to give a teenager a ticket for riding a bike... At her own house. Sigh, moron. "I'm glad." He answered to the new rookie accepting his new life sentence.
The kid went so far as to point out that they get lots of weird call, and brag how logical he was. Ethan gave a small chuckle moving his right hand to play with his eyebrows. "Good just what we needed on the team. Don't feed their delusions causes them to report even more problems. We even got one claiming the Mayor was a Satanist who worships the devil." He gave another chuckle at the thought, "They clearly read too deep in her over protective greetings." He paused shaking his head, "Personally comrade, I prefer cold hard facts, blunt to the point. Help save lives, keep those we can in jail. That's our jobs. Not feed to paranoia that causes chaos, when there shouldn't be any."
He paused, letting the kid look up at him blue eye to blue eye, asking about the cases. Ethan gave a hum, thinking all the files relating back to him and other... real supernatural related things that were true. What was safest? Something his team knew nothing about? "How about investigate that mystery tunnel in the library? We don't know what caused the drop in vandalizing, nor the materials down there. we've had people investigate, but then fresh eyes are always the best from time to time."
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 11, 2017 23:07:33 GMT -6
At least things were looking good. Aaron had won a few points with the Commissioner, enough that the mans words might have brought some genuine warmth trickling into the smile hovering on his lips. That is, before a faint cringe took it over. The mayor, a Satanist? Seriously? He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly, shaking his head. ”Panic only sews chaos, and that’s the last thing anyone needs. I’ll make sure to keep the files clean.”
He spoke with a serious weight, taking his duties to heart. It was all nonsense. Magic. Fairies. Satanic rituals. Even the actual rituals were nothing more than the by-product of overactive fanaticism taking a way too large step over the line. The sooner he got these little bumps ironed out, the better. It was little ‘harmless’ reports like these that were the beginnings of real trouble.
He couldn’t help but be a little surprised by the report of a tunnel. In a library? ”Someone dug a tunnel in the library?” How had someone managed something like that? And why? Well, that was exactly what he’d be finding out. A little excited to be put on such a job already, he gave a small, eager nod. ”Mind if I take a copy of the reports on the way for reading? Also, I take it the location is still taped off?” He hoped so. The fresher the location, the more untouched… the better information he could gather.
Something this important, this early in the gate? He was all ready to tackle whatever came his way, and it was something off the wall like this where he could really prove what concrete facts could do. He’d even come prepared with supplies, everything he needed in fact. Shifting from foot to foot, he forced himself to keep still, stoic, calm. He needed to look professional, not like some overeager fresh-out-of-college wet-behind-the-ears whelp.
The light overhead fizzled louder, then popped. Blinking slightly, Aaron fixed his glasses and gave the florescent, now dark bulb a small glance. ”Fluorescent? You should switch to LED, I’ve heard they’re more reliable and efficient,” he commented idly, almost too casually. ”Anyways, Commissioner, would you like me to head down there immediately?”
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Post by Ginger on Feb 12, 2017 2:08:28 GMT -6
The rookie gave a cringe, that made him cringe? He hardly saw anything yet, that was just a serious bad rumor, imagining the actual Cult they had to shut down one day. Luckily, no evidence was left over. How often would this one need to be watched? Hmmm, best watch closely, not too close.
The kid continue asking questions about the tunnel, oh that quick? Hmm? Well certainly explain everything "It is more of a small cavern room, filled with various artifacts. It seems whomever tore into the small room raided the place and took off. Sadly this town has no cameras, so these fiends were not caught for their crimes. The tunnel looked to be older than the library, perhaps leftover from the civil War times. The library, as you must know was recently rebuilt, the funds... Could have been used for our equipment.... upgrade.." clear sign of struggle showed on the older man's face, it was clear he didn't agree with the usage of the funds. Even though the funds were private, from a private part, just for the library.
He took deep breath refocusing, his hands behind his back, leftover trait from military training. "The area is indeed still tapped over, no need for civilians attempt to climb into the hole breaking a leg. The stair case was oddly destroyed, whoever ruined the tunnel clearly didn't want anyone getting back in easily." He paused tapping on his hand, "It happened a couple of months back, last fall. We haven't had the correct investigator or experienced allies to decipher exactly the case. The Officials voted to keep the hole open, they plan to remodel it sometime next couple of years as a historic marker. So you'll have plenty of time next several months to look into it."
He broke his hands away from behind his back, his right hand scratching his head in thought about the old lights, how they should be replaced. Really kid? Just like that? Pick on the little things? He Huffed out the chest slightly upset, "I'll notify the mayor to get the funds. Yes, if you wish to do this. The file is located in the drawer 45 section 367 number 25. You will tell titled 'Library Terrorists?' " He paused looking around, before turning back to his seat making himself comfortable. "Everything else you need is in the back, I'll go ahead and clock you in for today, you'll get ID later on in the week. Need questions, I'll be here... Wasting away. "
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Post by Aaron O'Del on Feb 12, 2017 12:54:49 GMT -6
A moment into the explanation, Aaron had his notebook out and was taking jots. Not that he really needed them, his memory was sharp enough to hold onto these few details. Writing things down, however, helped pull ideas together, and gave him a better overall picture of the situation. So he wasted no time, taking short form jots of everything he deemed even slightly relateable. He didn't miss the comment about the lack of camera's, and the following bitter struggle as he described the use of funds, and how they would have been better applied. He imagined the security in this town was probably quite lax, but he didn't linger on the thought. That was the Commissioners opinion, and he wasn't about to toe into that kind of territory.
Instead he focused on the apparent 'tunnel'. A room that was already existing? He'd have to ask around, see how many people knew about the room, try to figure out how old it was. Maybe see if there were any family connections. It wouldn't be surprising if some descendant of the original builders decided they were entitled to the hidden treasures after all these years.
But why destroy the stairs? Maybe to cover up evidence? He nodded, thanked the Commissioner, and moved into the back room as indicated with little word. His mind was already working at double time as he flicked off the light and thumbed through the files, thankful for the natural light creeping in the windows. Once he'd found the file he was looking for, he was already scanning over it. There was already copies made, so he took them and returned the originals, walking out while still reading.
It was just as he'd said. Exploded stairs, the entrance... He'd have to run tests for traces of gunpowder or other types of explosives. If they could trace anything from the ingredients, it might be pretty easy to track down the culprit in this small town. Getting a better look at the interior might offer up something too, maybe a stray print or fibers. He offered a sort of quick farewell as he headed out, tucking away the pages in his briefcase.
The door clicked shut behind him, and Aaron took the stairs two at a time. Making a mental note to ask about lab capabilities in the little station, he swung his leg over the bike and took off at double speed. His first case was going to get his full attention, and he was going to crack it. Of that, Aaron O'Del was damn sure.
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