August 09, 2005
.08.09.05. - morgue groupies [imogen-annemarie] *ul

[forum - cont'd from the other deathdusted spirit thread - crimescene vultures]

(imogen)
Imogen's phone vibrates and emits a small distinct ting! when she receives Anne Marie's test message, but she waits until she is idling at a red light before she checks it, dark eyes glancing down to stark words illuminated by artificial glows. She thumbs her response as she accelerates, typing it out without looking, glancing down only to confirm she has no abhorrent typos before she sends.

"Wait on street 4 me. BRT."

Imogen had nothing to follow, and is parked before the body removal service arrives. She waits on the street in the shadow of a bus shelter, and watches the removal van pass her by, heading toward the morgue, then the taxi after it.

(seperating us from the rest, since we're in different locales. heh.)


(am)
It is her phone's turn to make the noise signaling Dr. Slaughter's quick reply. She does not bother replying again, as it should be evident she will wait for Imogen as requested. The cab stops a half a block away, she pays and steps out, making sure she has the death dust in her pocket still.

She watches to see what building the body is being delivered too, and heads that way. Likely just another gawking sidewalk ambulance watcher, of course, even though her pale eyes are searching for Imogen.

Upon seeing her at the bus shelter, she alters her direction to head that way, though still doing the best to maintain her 'i'm just passing by' stride.


(imogen)
Imogen is as inconspicuous as she can be, with her slight height, her vibrant hair, even dampened in shadow. She's dressed simply in jeans and a dark blouse, the fabric scraping against the frame of the bus shelter as she leans against it, watching Anne Marie approach, her gaze lifting to watch the taxi cab drive away.

Imogen smirks, for reasons known only to herself, some wry humour touching her mouth, twisting her lips, and sparking in dark eyes and she turns her attention back to Anne Marie - still humoured, though it is a sardonic twist to her mouth, and no where near a smile.

"It wouldn't be a good idea fer yeh to come in wit' me," she greets Anne Marie with words, somewhat discomforted by the fact she speaks, and Annemarie writes, and for once, she is not the quiet one. "Can yeh gi' me the dust and wait for... whatever it is, on the other side?" Her hands slide into the front pockets of her jeans, and she tilts her head as she lifts it to look at the mute Modi, economically getting her hair out of her eyes.


(am)
She listens to the smaller woman, and arches a slim brow. The whiteboard is pulled from her pocket, and she writes quickly.

"That will be fine. For obvious reasons, I need Jukebox with me. I will cordinate the timing with him, and activate the talen."

She hands the board to Imogen to read, while her gaze takes that slightly distant look that Imogen is well used to. It signals the use of the Totemphone, conversations to which the redhead is not privy to.

Imogen will use the dust, she requests I wait on the other side. It makes sense, fewer questions that way. Obviously I can't speak to the girl, however. Got an estimated time that you can reach me? I will activate the dust, give it to her, then await you're arrival Umbrally.

(james)
That's fine. James' voice comes back over the TotemPhone after slight delay, attention splitting between what's going on Umbrally as well as his packmate's check-in Trust that she'll follow through on your instructions. I've got their Theurge Gabriel working with the boy's spirit now. I'll head your way soon as things wrap up here. Not sure how much longer it'll take. Not sure who I'll have with me when I get there.

(am)
There's a nod to communication that Imogen can't hear - a smirk to the comment made by the good doctor. Then, she holds the last of her deathdust in her hand, and concentrates a moment, the tingle of her spiritual self added to the lest precious jar.

With that, she hands it to Imogen and then writes.

"I'll wait on the other side. James will be on his way shortly. Thank you."

A nod - up of course, and AnneMarie waits until she is given her board back again, tucks it away and heads toward the nearest alleyway in order to sidestep.

(imogen)
Imogen takes the pad, and studies it a moment, before glancing up at Anne Marie. "D'yeh need me t'wait before," her other hand moves, raising the jar of precious contents in indication, "dustin' it? Or do it immediately?"

She offers the mute her board back, but really, all the metis must do is shake her head no, or nod yes.

If the answer is yes, the slight redhaired kinfolk inclines her head in acknowledgement, "Text me when yeh're ready."

If the answer is no, she lifts slender shoulders in a shrug. "Give me a bit. There'll be paperwork tha' I need t'do, before I go down t'the morgue."

And with that, the slight kinfolk walks away, shoes whispering on grass as she takes the long way around toward the back of the morgue, a hand reaching into her back pocket, and pulling out something white - her I.D.

(am)
AnneMarie takes her whiteboard back, and shakes her head no. By the time the Doctor does her paperwork and gets a chance to get into the morgue, the Modi expects she will have company on the other side, waiting along with her.

And so - do the nearest alley, empty and shadowed, to some random shiny bit that shows her reflection...

...and the modi sidesteps.

[in progress]


Posted by james at August 09, 2005 12:00 AM