ataraxion | [voice] dated to late wednesday "evening" - eridan's guide to finding dead bodies

[this is surprise.]
Oh.

[this is distress.]
I - I... uh - fuck -

[this is panic.]
I need - fuckin' son of a bitch I need, um, someone here, right noww, the pool - [there's a little gasping breath, followed by a more sincere attempt at deep breathing. eridan doesn't even try to sound Okay at all.] Someone's in...

[and finally, the verbal shoulder-slump of defeat.]
Someone's drowwned in the pool.

[this is not what he wants to be doing right now at all, in the slightest, he was just supposed to look around real fast, just a quick look before he kept wandering, there wasn't supposed to be anything wrong.] I need John Wwatson. 001, uh, just the 001. An', uh. Shit. [there's the sound of frustrated typing for a minute, then,] 002-215. That one. I need both'a you to... Talk to me.

Someone else come help me. He's definitely...

[there's a long pause here, almost a minute, and then:] He's been here for a wwhile. There's nothin' else to do.

[002-215, Neal Caffrey and 001-197, John Watson are getting a notification every minute for this post until they respond.]

((OOC: way to brutalize the /small tag, whoops. anyway all responses voice, it is completely likely that anyone who knew Sherlock will get a pretty clear idea of who Eridan's referring to with such a dramatic call-out to Neal and Watson. uuuhh other than that yep that's it Sherlock's dead guys.))

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[Shit, shit, shit. Everything about this situation is wrong. The fact that Eridan found him is even more wrong. The kid's been through enough already, and now...]

You said he's been there for a while. How long of a while are we talking here? [He really hopes that he hasn't been there for too long and no one's noticed...]

Edited 2012-08-15 19:16 (UTC)

[Vaguely, like he's trying to be very impressively clinical and on top of this, and not a thirteen-year-old who just found a body in the pool,] Hard t'say, a couple'a hours probably. Could be upwwards'a that, but I don't think wwe wwould'a missed him that long.

No, I. Don't think that we would.

And you just found him there like that? On your own, just now? [He's trying to make sense of it all. And failing. Sherlock's dead. What if it was because of the lists? Is Ianto next? How is Eridan holding up? Is he in danger, having been the one to find him? A million and one thoughts are racing through his head]

Yeah. Face-dowwn an' definitely not alivve or evven remotely capable'a bein' resuscitated, believve me, I - wwould'a done somethin' if I didn't already knoww wwhat I wwas seein'.

You did what you could, try not to beat yourself up about it.

Someone's already on the way, yeah? [He's not just hanging out there with the body all by himself without a next step, he hopes]

Yeah, someone's comin'. It's bein' handled.

Good. You're familiar with the procedure, then? When these kind of things happens? [He's asking Eridan to run over what he knows about crime scenes, hoping to help keep him preoccupied. He doesn't seem to be freaking out, yet, and it should stay that way until things have been passed on to others, after all]

Edited 2012-08-22 14:21 (UTC)