6362/The House of Sin

The House of Sin
Date of Scene:	03 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Zombie-Girl, Smart Alek

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Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl is leaning up against the side of a building in her careworn long hooded coat. The luminosity of her eyes is hidden behind a pair of darkly tinted goggles. She pulls her cheap burner phone out of the pocket to check the time. The screen briefly illuminating her face. She is waiting for Alek to arrive. She isn't sure what other information can be gathered, but another set of eyes can never hurt. The building looks abandoned, but is newly decorated with yellow police tape.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek arrives via a bus, such high end transportation for the college student. He glances around a bit, looking for landmarks and such if this is the right bus stop. He notices however Zombie Girl, in particular the goggles which are decently unique. He heads over towards her, looking over at the police taped location. "So.. how much time have you done this investigation?"

Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl looks up and answers with a casual, "Oh hey. A couple of weeks tops. Started seeing the tagging around my hideout around then, shit that no gang banger should know about. Seriously. This shit is like if a toddler started writing quantum mechanics in crayon." She gestures back at the building behind her with her thumb. "Heard about this place a few weeks ago on the police scanner. They were talking about "weird ass cult-shit graffiti", so I decided to take a look."

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek nods.. His eyes scanning the air a bit, he eventually swings his attention back to zombie-girl as she finishes speaking, "So. I guess they aren't just doing to for education and fun. Something bad might being planned huh?" He looks over the tape, "I guess we'll be breaking the law looking inside. I guess that didn't need to be meantioned."

Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl gives a casual shrug and says, "Well the thing you have to know about me is that I did a stint in Hell. Wouldn't suggest visiting. But I get real antsy when some of that comes to my back yard. Especially considering the lord who kept me as a pet has a bounty on my head to bring me back. Don't get me wrong, I want to protect other people from this shit, but it's also about self preservation. So knowing all of this, you still in?"

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek blinks a bit, "That's alot to process. I'm always interesting in learning about things and investigating things. If I can help in anyway I can.." he shrugs, "I do hope I can help at least." He looks over Zombie-Girl again, "How did you get... out of hell? And I guess.. you were dead?"

Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl motions for you to follow as she starts toward the alley on the left side of the building. "Was dead. Still dead, kinda. I got out because I learned how to use the shit they used against me to make me stronger. How I got out was with a lot of punching. A lot of it was a blur really. Owe..I mean my friend had to refine my soul, as I was kind of...stuck half way between worlds. I'm not a necromancer or anything, so I got some things wrong in the ressurection process. Anyway, that's enough exposition from me. What's your story?"

Smart Alek has posed:
The softly blue glowing eyes are his only 'wierdness' other then his ever roaming eyeballs, "Well, I was born here in New York, my eyes were different... When I got older, they realized I was autist.. but also could see stuff or feel stuff that was beyond the normal. I don't see the world like other people, I feel it.. I also remember each little piece of it." He nods, "I also figured out how to talk with computers and other things, they are far more understandable then people. They don't lie, they don't have emotions, and I don't need to guess their reasons."

Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl laughs and says, "Wow you would hate hell. It's nothing but emotion and deception." She stops in front of a metal door in the side of the building. She grabs the knob and gives it a twist. It turns, but does not budge. She holds up a finger and says, "Hold on. I'm gonna try to pick the lock." She turns back to the door, lifts her leg and SLAMS it hard in the dead center of the door. The heavy metal door folds inward like tin foil. She gives it another kick and it's launched off of the hinges and slides across the dusty floor of an unlit basement.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek says, "And your strong too.." he puts his hands over his ears as she decimates the door, "I wish I could do something like that without breaking my foot." He looks around a bit... he cursory glances over the network and phone traffic in the area, nothing seems to indicate this cause a spike in it.. He scurries over to Zombie Girl, "Well, at least I'm on your team right?" He glances inside the door of the basement, "other then grafitti, what were they doing here?""

Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl pulls her burner phone back out of her jacket and holds it up to use it like a flashlight. "Well... they killed a bunch of people from a rival gang. And then there was the ritual killing." She suddenly stops walking and turns around to shine her makeshift flashlight behind her, only to see a lot of nothing in the basement besides some old rotted cardboard boxes. "Getting antsy," she mutters.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek enters and he touches a wall, his eyes glow brighter as he glimpses at the atomic structure of the wall and everything that lies along it.. anything that might be out of order might be noticed either nor or later. He then kneels down a second and touches the floor, he maps out the basement's floor, the cracks, the makeup of the cement, in all of this, it's merely a picture, there is little emotion attached to the pools of residue blood, perhaps the clorine used to clean it up. Alek considers to stare into the ether as he rummages through the information.
    "This is definitely interesting stuff. The insurance company probably should be made aware of the breakdown of this cement."

Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl continues to sweep the glow of the phone's screen about, like she expects someone to pop out at any moment. Even someone without sensory powers can tell that the building feels wrong, even if they can't exactly put their finger on it. She is definitely feeling it if her paranoia about being here is any indication. Alek meanwhile, among feeling all of the normal stuff relating to the structure of the building will come across the graffiti. On the surface it's paint with traces of sulphur. But going beyond that there is something else. Something beyond the scope of accepted particle physics. The feeling is like being perched with your toes hanging over the side of a chasm with no bottom. To look further would be not unlike falling. The graffiti has created a minor gateway between world. Nothing that can be used to cross back and forth, but it's definitely priming the pump.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek blinks, "There is a leak...I've never seen that before.. it's like the particles are getting lost somewhere.. It goes against the rules. Definitely something wrong about this place yeah.." His eyes go to a more dull blue, "I'll never understand everything I guess.. So they can manipulate the world with this tracing and blood and stuff? Doesn't make much sense at all."

Zombie-Girl has posed:
Zombie-Girl shrugs and says, "Yeah. That's the supernatural, it's like rules from a dimension with different physics overlayed over our world. The paint in itself isn't magical, but the symobols are like computer instructions that let that other physics operate in our world." She continues to search around and says, "I can swear someone is down herewith us."

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek hmms, he looks around, "Well, this place might be more your thing then mine." he moves closer to Zombie Girl, "And, you can probably beat anything into submission so I'll just stay a little closer if that is okay with you?"