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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 20, 2011 11:04:16 GMT -5
Bryan looked over at her, seeing how she was composing herself, then headed back to the car. He took the keys out again and opened the truck. He pulled out a convenient black leather jacket. Honestly, when he saw it, he thought about putting it on himself, but went over and offered it to Gylfie. He had swum in the deepest oceans on his planet, so this was nothing for him.
"Here. It's not quite as warm as yours because it's been in the trunk, but it's not as flashy," he said, offering it to her.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 20, 2011 21:43:42 GMT -5
Gylfie let out a grateful sigh as she saw the jacket. It took her less than two seconds before she had it draped around her shoulders. Bryan was right, it wasn't as warm, but at least the wind wasn't biting her now.
"Oh, thank you!" She said, the relief still obvious in her voice. "If I had known we were going on our own little mission, I swear I wouldn't have worn a bright red jacket." She chuckled quietly and moved to her left, creating space for Bryan. "Look in there. It's mighty dusty. Oh, what I'd give to clean it up."
Ooc; Trust Gylfie to want to clean it up!
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 21, 2011 9:30:58 GMT -5
Bryan chuckled a bit as he leaned in to peer inside the building. "Yep, looks like an abandoned flat building... But why haven't anyone come in to get the furniture yet. Usually it's the first thing to go, especially with a building with this much dust." He looked over at Gylfie. "Something off... very off."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 21, 2011 9:53:40 GMT -5
"Well, for an abandoned apartment building, they must have some spiffy technology if it's blocking the Torchwood signal," she smiled at Bryan tensely. "There aren't too many people around to witness us going in, which will be both a good thing and a bad thing. What happens if we get captured? Should we call for back-up before we head in?"
She wrung her hands anxiously, looking up at the towering block of concrete and glass. Apartment buildings were home, what with having lived in one for over three years. This one seemed different. Strange. Almost like it was emanating some sort of warning.
Oh, what I would give for the warm comforts of home. Gylfie thought, her eyes still focused on the uppermost windows - the most logical place to put an antenna or any sort of signal. I could be in shorts right now, and a singlet. I could be stuck in my stuffy little office, listening to the others smoochin' or joking around or whatever it is they do. I could be listening to my mother go on and on and on about my "alien of a father"... Oh, home.
But alas, she had work to do.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 21, 2011 16:06:44 GMT -5
"We can't call for help, the signal is being blocked," Bryan sighed in frustration. Not with her but with the situation. He hated this place. It was the single most creepy place he had ever come across. "Well, we need to get in there."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 21, 2011 22:11:39 GMT -5
Gylfie gingerly placed a hand on Bryan's shoulder, trying to comfort him. Being in the same proximity with him was easy to ignore now, touching him accidentally wasn't a struggle at all, but willingly placing a hand on him caused Gylfie to blush and withdraw quickly. He was cold, but everything was. They were outside.
"Let's try the door," she said. It was a Captain Obvious move, but on more than one occasion, she'd seen military squads and police officers burst through a window or a side door, instead of taking the easiest and quickest approach. "I assume the signal's coming from roughly four stories up, so we'll need to find the stairs."
And I'll need to remove my heels... well, boots... she thought tersely, looking down at the leather abominations. They were comfortable and warm, but they were also extremely loud on solid flooring and she had a difficult time walking up stairs in them.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 22, 2011 12:23:06 GMT -5
Bryan looked over at her when she put her hand on his shoulder and tried to let the matter pass out of his mind. He was a bit surprised that she would warm up to him so quickly. As he looked away from her, he couldn't help a smirk. Things were just clicking into place now, but he knew he could be very patient, that was the difference between him and Owen.
He looked over at the Gylfie again and walked over to the door. "Yeah, door could work... as long as it isn't locked."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 22, 2011 22:45:42 GMT -5
Gylfie nodded quickly and scuttled to the door, staring down at the brass handles. They were double doors and appeared to lead into some sort of reception area or foyer. If Gylfie and Bryan were lucky, this area of the building would be uninhabited.
She reached out and pushed the door, finding that it slid open easily.
"It's open," she whispered to Bryan, smiling broadly. "Let's go!"
She moved through the doorway, making sure to hold the door open for Bryan. It was still dark and cold, but much more sheltered from the wind and the rain. Gylfie shivered appreciatively and breathed deep, only to have it end in a loud sneeze. Dark, cold and dusty.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 22, 2011 23:04:11 GMT -5
Bryan followed after her, being as quiet as he can, grinning back. He bit back a laugh as Gylfie sneezed, breaking the careful silence. He slowly closed the door behind them. "Alright, keep an eye for a green and purple VW minibus. Surely Scooby and the Mystery Gang have this place in their sights," he teased.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 23, 2011 0:55:17 GMT -5
Wiping her nose with the back of her hand, Gylfie rolled her eyes at Bryan's comment. Upon dropping her arm back to her side, her smile was revealed. Scooby would be a welcomed sight in this dark building.
"Do you want to go up to the next level?" She asked quietly, looking at a staircase to her left. The steps looked rickety, but it seemed stable enough. "I don't think they'd place a signal this low. It'd be higher up, right?"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 23, 2011 11:38:20 GMT -5
"Yeah, would make sense. And unlike those cartoon idiots, it would not be a good idea to split up at this point." Bryan headed over to the stairs. He felt the dust tickle at his nose too, but he tried his best to ignore it. He was a bit grateful that she somewhat appreciated his attempt at humor.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 23, 2011 18:12:02 GMT -5
Gylfie followed Bryan, making sure to cover her nose again as dust lifted from the floor. It wasn't extremely thick, but it still irritated her nose.
"I'd suggest the elevator -" she said, pointing over a two closed doors, "-but I don't think that'd be any safer than these-" she pointed at the stairs, one of which seemed to be hanging freely. "Shouldn't be too far up to the next level anyway."
[/font] Ooc; Just pretend Gylfie's followed Bryan
up to the next level. I'm going shopping
with one of my best friends today and
won't be able to post for about ten
hours. Wee! Shopping! -eyeroll- I'm
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 24, 2011 16:01:12 GMT -5
Ooc; I'll be unable to reply to anything today
because it's my friend's birthday and I'm
going out to celebrate it. My apologies.
I should be able to reply by tonight, but I don't
really know.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 24, 2011 19:32:13 GMT -5
Bryan nodded. "I trust the stairs more." With that he headed over to the stairs. "Besides we don't have that far up to go." He glanced back at Gylfie to make sure she was following.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 25, 2011 1:41:14 GMT -5
Gylfie followed Bryan slowly, watching where Bryan placed his feet. She wanted the safest route to the next level and he seemed to be finding it easily. It was hard enough to walk through the darkness in heels without the wobbly steps.
"It's just like any other apartment building," she said in surprise, looking around the next floor when they arrived. "I was expecting to see something by now. Some sort of goo or something? Perhaps some weird beeping devices or something?"
The halls still appeared to be covered in dust, but it was thinner, inducting that something may have moved in the area. The thinnest places seemed to be heading toward the next staircase.
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