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[ThatOneGuy]

You, the group of investigators, are currently standing outside of the Mental Institute, your car parked behind you. It's about 6:00 PM, and clouds are covering the skies for a night-rain. The building itself looks...run down, and decrepit, not exactly what you would expect. You never remember hearing anything in the news, or the files, of it being shut down, but that doesn't matter. You have investigatory matters to attend to.

No other vehicles except for a rusted car from what you think might be the 70s sits outside the building.

[Devling]

David Kantor gets out of the car, wrapping his coat around him.

"So any of you know about this place?"

[Dwarmin]

Kathyrn Fry shakes her head as she leaves the back sear of the car, light red hair swaying slightly.

She walks around, unlocks the trunk and hefts a slightly heavy black shoulder bag into position, before closing and re-locking it.

"Only that Walter Kernsville works here, or at least owns an office.

I couldn't find much of anything in the bureau databases either-not even a name for the place really.

Some of my guys in the office think this place might be a front operation for something.

Though exactly for what, God only knows. We should be on our guard."

[ThatOneGuy]

Rain begins to drizzle over your heads. Not much, just a slight drizzle.

[NRDL]

"So shall we enter?  Or stand out here until a bloody storm pops up?" says Jeremy Nix, rather annoyed by the weather. 

[Devling]

"Calm down Nix, it's just a little drizzle." David chides, pulling out his notepad, "Who is Walter Kernsville?"

[Chink]

"We should scope out the premises before we enter. Probably in groups of three. Which of you two want to go with me?"

[Dwarmin]

Kat's hair immediately becomes a rather attractive shade of dark, moist red. Despite her efforts that morning to keep it light colored. More professional, they say. She scowls.

"Day I decide not to bring an umbrella..."

David chides, pulling out his notepad, "Who is Walter Kernsville?"

"The guy we're investigating.

Ah, what I'm about to tell you is off the record, right?

This guy left quite a mess and quite a mystery. Walter Kernsville, age 55, Caucasian male, heavyset. He was fairly independently wealthy-made a lot of money back in the 70's offering mental care to movie stars. You know, pop culture remedies-seances, hydrotherapy, aromatherapy-all the stuff.

He killed three people for reasons we're investigating-his daughter, his wife and an identified older male. With a fire poker. Then he...uh..killed himself with it. Stuck it in his own stomach. There was also evidence of cannibalism, ritual disfigurement, torture-both pre and...possibly post mortem. If so, that means multiple suspects involved, though no solid proof of that yet. Idea is he was into something bad, and that something bad got him. Maybe he was guilty, and lost it-maybe someone he worked with with a flair for the dramatic decided it was time to clean house.

That's what we're here for. He worked here, at least some of the time. Not sure what he did there. Somehow I doubt it was treating illness."

Kat nods to Stephen Hill as he speaks.

"Sounds like a good idea. I'll tag along with you, Mr. Hill."

((OOC: Note, I made all that up on the spot to flesh out the story I don't really think it will effect what we're doing right now, and I don't see the information elsewhere. I'll edit this if I need to))

[NRDL]

"I'm with Kantor then." 

[Devling]

David nods, "We'll check around the outside. If you don't mind the rain Jeremy."

[ThatOneGuy]

((Sounds all alright.  Should've probably fleshed it out more when I posted it. >_>))


Wind rustles across the landscape, and one of the windows higher up on the building fly open, a shadow swiftly flashing by it. The rain appears to be getting heavier, and now begins to come down diagonally. A dead tree rustles in the wind.

[NRDL]

"Hehe, real funny there.  Come on."

Jeremy goes around to check the sides of the Institute. 

[Devling]

David follows him, taking sparse notes on the building.

[Dwarmin]

Kat pulls up her coat a bit tighter, following Stephen around the building.

((all right, let's say Jeremy, David and Kantor check around the building left.

And Kathryn and Stephen check around right.

We 'hopefully' meet on the other side.))

[ThatOneGuy]

The right side of the building seems to have the most boarded-up windows, and there are blood-scrawled notes across the wall near the ground-level. It reads "THE BUNNIES, THEY LIKE TO VISIT. OOOH, BUT THEY DON'T LEAVE...NONO, TOO DELICIOUS TO LEAVE..." and "Run." Stephen and Kat can see more notes further up on the building wall.(right side)



Several windows around the sides of the building are boarded up, and several appear to be broken. What appears to be an arm is sticking out of one further down the wall, but David and Jeremy can't tell if it's attached to a body, or not. but what appears to be dried blood creeps down the wall from the window. They also feel as if someone is watching them. (left side)