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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

If there were an official track team in Twin Towers, Erik would be the best runner in the Asian Car but these cliques and achievements paled to the reality of the situation. As he was helping poor Jasmine out of the motel, the law decided to stick it's ugly, and female head toward the two. Perhaps she just wanted Jasmine but knowing his street sense, the intelligent part of his brain said "Erik, run!" almost as if it mimicked Jasmine.

Erik took off heading into the nearby woods, leaving the scrambling Sheriff to choose who she wanted to go after. He wasn't going to take the fall, hell no. Not again, not like L.A. he took off and the race began. He'd try to lose her if he could but being wanted again was going to be a pain in the ass. No one wanted to deal with a pain in the ass, he just had to navigate back towards the town or SOMETHING lest he meet the fate of the girls he was investigating.

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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

She was shaken up, almost as if she had seen a ghost. This motel already gave off some kind of 'Bates motel' type of vibe when they arrived but Erik hadn't felt it only up until now. He found himself consoling Jasmine as she reacted to whatever trauma caused her to scream like that. Admittedly his ears were ringing, she was a loud one but he found himself at a loss not seeing what it was. That was a sign that they needed to leave this place, urgently. He went to turn to leave but saw Jasmine talking about an orb... "What, no no. I don't think there was, listen Jasmine it's in our best interest to leave here. Something isn't adding up here, let's go meet up with the group." He said trying to pull her away.

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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

The room was like something out of a movie, with perfectly placed photos and scriptures of people trying to put a mystery together. Erik could have been impressed if the women behind the stunt were still around. Missing, exploring, or stuck in the adventure they were somewhere but just not here. He watched as Jasmine with ease moved the bed and began investigating, sniffing around like some kind of Malinois. There was a lot to take in, obviously, the Black family had something to do with Eleanor Black. Materially there was nothing that stood out in the vignette that was posted, just theories and comments about the household. It was something to keep in mind but it was clear that there should be extreme caution exercised amongst the members of the family.

It's not like it mattered to him and Jasmine, didn't half the group go running after the family manor? Or was it the.. His train of thought was interrupted by Jasmine and a piercing scream. He flinched, caught completely off guard by abysmal noise from the woman. He turned around expecting to see a bloody knife in his back or a killer revving a chainsaw but saw nothing. He looked back at Jasmine a little paler in the face than he was just seconds before.

"Jesus..- Are you okay!?" He asked, Maybe his was some kind of German thing.

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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

It didn't seem like there was much of a choice for the duo, knock, break in. They were here with less than legit reasons, this was ghost hunt after all. Would they find Eleanor, the thought swirled in Erik's mind for a moment as he contemplated what to do before the loud thundering booming hit the door. Jasmine was loud, maybe not as direct as he initially thought but time was working against them. Standing around and discussing the morales of door kicking was pointless, he looked down at her for a brief moment but whatever thought came to his mind was interrupted by her speech.

"Alright, alright." He didn't want her freaking out, besides they wasted enough time. Looking both ways, perhaps trying to spot a security guard or local cop he turned his attention towards the door. He brought his right foot up to the door just below the handle, he practiced lining his foot up fully to the area he had carved out. After doing this a few times he went for the grand slam as he began to kick the door in. thump - thump - thump

Would it be enough to give them entry, the last thing Erik needed was another night in a cell.

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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

He didn't even want to question it, he couldn't just meet someone and tell them that the supernatural exist. Vampires stalk among us in clans, werewolves hunt weak and we're just stuck in the middle picking up the pieces and trying to keep our heads about our shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak but he was dragged off, his wrist interlocked by her fingers as she pulled him towards their objective. A motel and a hunger for answers about the missing girls, all he knew was that this would not end well. So his feet picked him up and off the pair went, to the Moss Motel.

The place was barren and disgusting from a visual standpoint, it fit the aesthetic of the town of Quintin. Derelict, beyond repair and just dripping of dread. Jasmine seemed to know where she was going like she'd planned this out or knew more than she was letting on. Erik remained cautious, looking around as Jasmine spoke briefly. His ears almost perked at being asked to pick a lock, now Erik was no locksmith or career thief but being a less-than-legal investigator required you to squeeze in places you often wouldn't find yourself. Yet he had left his gear with Grease and Chomp.

"I could... But could we not knock?" He asked, eyes looking over to the horizon where Jasmine had peered for a moment, what did she see?

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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

The group that lay before him was not the one he was expecting, people from all walks of life coming together under strange pretenses. He shrugged it off as he almost made himself at home, yet the people who had arrived before them had already rushed off like they were off to some hunt. People were too eager to get to the bottom of their torment or joy. She had caused so much sorrow and love in other people's lives that it seemed strange to want to talk people out of it. The longer Erik stayed the more he released that she had been the reason all these people had come here, perhaps to unite them but for what purpose it yet to be seen. As the blonde nerd seemed to have her own ulterior motive he wouldn't have much time to investigate on his own. He was verbally accosted by a German, a very intriguing one.

"Pleasure."

Erik said soon enveloping her hand with a firm shake before letting go as he looked down at her. "Erik, nice to meet you Jasime." He didn't mention or note that she was Eleanor's rival it didn't really matter now. For some, this could be grief counseling, others a way of closure and Jasmine would not be his Marla Singer. The question on a plan of action came up quickly to look for the girls who went missing, Stuff like this usually spelled trouble, and if five could go missing what would stop a six? Erik was insurance, muscle, and a tour guide for a town he didn't really want to be in.

"I suppose that's a good place to start, but there's only two outcomes I can see happening here. We find them alive, or what's left." He didn't mince his words, he had seen some shit back on the west coast. Was it Vampires, Fae or shapeshifters it had yet to be seen but the paranormal was vicious. "It could be dangerous, life-threatening even. If you're willing to accept those risks, I'll give you a hand but be cautious of everyone and everything. Otherwise, we might end up missing just like them." It was serious like that, if he had to trust someone out of the dozen loners here he'd have to know they were down for the cause and more so, willing to watch his six.

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