Ghosts of Checkerbrick Past

November 02, 2017:

Elinor Ravensdale interviews the ghosts of the Checkerbrick Building. But there's something not quite right.

The Checkerbrick Building - Hell's Kitchen

Characters

NPCs: The ghost of Rory Biggs, unnamed ghosts. NPCed by Clint Barton

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Fade In…

The Checkerbrick Building is quite a quaint and well-kept building in Hell's Kitchen. Unlike some of its sisters, it appears well-loved and full of character, though the black and white brickwork from which it gets its name can prove divisive for some tastes. One one side of the ground floor is Melody Fur Elise, the shop at the centre of everything that is currently closed. Next to it, a chain coffeeshop called Espresso Express that looks sadly empty despite it being peak coffee time.
The building itself just feels…bad. And not just because there was an attempted murder there the other night, or one actual murder a few months ago. Not just because there's apartments sitting empty that should be filled. Spiritually, the energy of the place just feels…sick. Peeking at the spirit world produces a yellow smog that's hard to see through.

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After her layover in New Orleans, Elinor needed some time to catch up with her other work. She remembered that Jessica mentioned a ghost at the checkerbrick building and that seemed the best place to start. She almost went in to the cafe, but realized that too many people would keep the ghosts from wanting to have a proper conversation. Sticking to the shadows, she slips around the back of the building, keepin an eye on yellow smog that surrounds the place.

The over all bad feeling isn't enough to scare her away, but it definatly has her being cautious. Slipping in through the back she makes her way through the building, reaching out with her sesnses to try and find the ghost she's looking for, but honestly any ghost will do at this point.

*

The back of the building contains two loading docks, one for the shop, and one for the coffeeshop. There's a door between the two that leads to a staircase for tenants. Iron fire escapes zig zag up the back. There's not much else back there except some dumpsters and a few parking spaces. But it's quiet.
There are ghosts here. Some feel and look the way she's used to, but others are coated in that same yellow haze. There's definitely more of the former than the latter, and one starts to coalesce in front of her.
He's an older gentleman with a plaid shirt and pressed slacks and neat glasses perched on the edge of his nose. He's not Rory Biggs. Rory Biggs is a tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man with thick black hair and expressive eyebrows. The plaid shirted man moves towards Elinor, squinting at her. "Who're you?"

*

While the loading dock isn't all too exciting, the ghosts that linger around it are. She frowns when she notices some of the ghosts are touched by this yellow substance that is honestly starting to bother her. With this much bad energy, it's easy to see why the coffee shop is empty at a time like this. She feels bad for them, but she knows there is little they can do about it.

When she is approached, a polite smile crosses her lips and she bows her head. "I am Elinor Ravensdale. I live near by, and I was told that Officer Biggs might be here? I wanted to speak with him if he is available."

*

"Biggs? Oh yeah, the cop." The ghost folds his arms over his chest and adjusts his glasses. He looks behid him and barks, in a tone that's used to being listened to, "Biggs! Visitor!" He turns back to Elinor. "Not gonna get much from him. These new ones, they're not right."
The shadowy, indistinct form of Rory Biggs turns towards Elinor. As he solidifies a little, he can distinctly be heard muttering. He's talking to someone who isn't there - which is a feat for a ghost. He doesn't seem to be saying anything in particular, but certain parts of are shouted, while others are whispered. He mumbles his son's name, 'Ralphie,' which is one of the only distinct words he says. That, and 'down.'

*

Elinor isn't sure how long the first goes has been here, but she's guessing that he might have been someone who ran this place, or one like it while he was alive. Still she smiles at him again and bows her head. "Thank you, you're ever so kind." She frowns when she sees the state of Biggs. He has been dead long enough to give himself more of a corporeal form, this worries here.

She walks closer as Biggs murmurs, and only picks up a few key words as he speaks. Frowning she shakes her head and tries to catch his attention. "Hello Officer. What can you tell me about Ralphie. Do you remember what happened to you? I know it might be foggy and through a haze, but it might help you to form a proper shape."

*

The fog is thick enough that it not only seems to be scattering his words, but it makes Ralphie's words echo too. He seems contaminated, polluted, corrupted. He seems only vaguely aware of her presence.
"Like I said, won't get much out of him," says the ghost of the other man. He's taken up a position on the step, and pulls out the manifestation of a pipe. "The new ones are like that. It's like they crossed over with crud on 'em."

*

"Damn." Elinor says to herself as Biggs seems unable to tell her anything, let alone speak or recall living memories. "So all of the new ones are covered in yellow? Honestly what is this yellow anyway? This isn't the short of thing she's used to dealing with. Turning back to Briggs she give shim a rueful smile, shaking her head as she sighs. "Thank you anyway, you have been most helpful."

*

The man who isn't Rory Biggs shrugs and smokes his ghostly pipe. "Dunno. But it makes them a right pain to deal with, doesn't it?"
Rory, meanwhile, is still pacing, covered in the yellow vapor. He keeps muttering 'down' and 'under' beneath the jumble of not-words.

*

"Yeah, I can see that. It sounds like this yellow problem needs to be taken care of." Not that she can easily determine how that can be done, but it's effecting the dead and that means she has to at least pay attention to it. "I know this building has always had it's quirks, but how long has it been this bad? You'd think more people would have noticed it before." Or more people like her, she does live in the area after all, but isn't usually over this way.

*

"Time's hard for me to judge," says the old man with a lift of his shoulders. He looks at his wrist. "This thing's stuck on the time I died." He seems to find that kind of funny. "But in the last two years. Since them folks started messing around downstairs. This mist started coming up from down there. The whole building started feeling on edge. Don't like it. This used to be a nice neighbourhood." He puffs his pipe.
Suddenly, there's the sound of the coffee shop's loading dock rattling opne. She might get a chance to answer one more question before she's no longer alone.

*

"Of course, I know time is meaningless when it seems to stretch on for ages." She says quietly, but when he mentions people working in the basement she furrows her brows. "So it's likely they disturbed something down there that should not be bothered." She opens her mouth to voice her next question, but hears the rattle of the dock door. Shaking her head she checks her watch before looking back at the man. "Do you know what they're building down there?"

*

"They're not building nothing," says the man with the pipe. "It's what they're taking."
And that's all she'll get out of him until three Espresso Express employees come out carrying garbage bags. When she looks back, her ghosts are gone, both the normal and the contaminated.

*

"What are they taking?" Elinor asks, but it's then that the employees emerge, and she has to slip back into the shadows to not appear like a complete weirdo. She waits for the living to leave, and frowns when the dead have left. Still this gives her a direction. If they're doing any sort of work on the building, hopefully it's left some sort of paper trail, other wise she might need to find an excuse to go into that basement herself.

Turning away from the dock she walks away from the Checkerbrick Building and back into the city itself to resume her duties.

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