[h1][color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color][/h1]
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The beach lodge was never a frequent spot for Harmon. It was just the tiniest bit too lively for him. But something about today just… made him change his mind. After a bit of a stroll, he was situated before the building. Funnily enough, he was dressed for a beach scene – save his coat, though. There didn’t seem to be too many folks populating the exterior, in any case, which brought up Harmon’s hopes that the interior wouldn’t be too loud, and he could get his work done. Not much left, but still.

He entered through the doors and looked around. Not as few people as he’d hoped, but it seemed relaxed anyhow. Around the first floor there were some folks sitting and chatting, others taking up the consoles by the televisions, all having a generally good time. Some of them glanced at Harmon as he entered, but they didn’t make any fuss at his appearance. So, that was good.

He walked forward, towards the stairs. Only to be stopped by an extended hand.

“Hold up.”

Harmon paused and aimed the small camera clipped to his coat’s collar upward to behold the man blocking his way. Pale skin, dark blue eyes, not a strand of hair on his head. He was dressed in a staff uniform. The identification card tucked into his lapel displayed his name in small, black letters – Lawrence Barnes. He looked directly at Harmon’s camera like he knew right away where the student’s vision lied.

“You Ruben’s lab boy?” Lawrence asked, in a rather hushed, stern manner. Harmon simply nodded in reply, admittedly a little frightened. The man sort of looked like… well, [i]him[/i]. Lawrence leaned forward a little bit and spoke, directed at the camera still, “[sub]The dogs have jumped the fence.[/sub]” And with that, he gave Harmon no further attention and walked past him, exiting the lodge. Harmon turned and watched him leave, still quite lost. A moment of stillness passed, and he turned back towards the stairs, ascending to the second floor.

[i]The dogs have jumped the fence...[/i]