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age: 20
occupation: forensic autopsy tech
affiliation: london coven
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ignacio melendrez

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Feb 17 2018, 01:11 AM
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reagan! outfit!

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Although Ignacio loved his job, there were a few minor complaints he did have. Despite having a fridge located in the morgue, they weren’t supposed to keep food stored in there (everyone did--sometimes you just had to shove over someone’s kidneys to make room), and there was really no place for a coffee maker...which was a shame because the morgue was cold and its employees functioned solely on coffee most days of the week. Today was no different, taking a break from writing one of the autopsy reports which had started stacking up , he opted to make a quick trip to a coffee shop, passing by a number of people on his way, hands shoved into his pockets, earbuds in his ears (listening to CaseFile) and his demeanor hadn’t much changed on the way back aside from the fact he now had a rather large cup of coffee in his hand.<p>
Iggy was particularly observant, at least enough to notice that he had seen the woman in front of him on his way to the coffee shop looking a bit lost and she had been seemingly ended up much closer to the morgue...which was obviously going to be a bit frustrated. Typically, he would keep to himself and allow someone else to deal with it but the sea of people had thinned out to next to no one, leaving him to be the primary assistant, it seemed. He paused the podcast, tucking his phone in earbuds into his jacket pocket before carefully approaching her, ”Uh, hello?” he greeted, ”I’m sorry, but did you need help with something?” In his defense, no one really wandered into the morgue on accident, and this place became a labyrinth if you weren’t used to walking through it each day. ”We just don’t get too many visitors down where I work that aren’t my roommate...so I’m guessing you have no idea where you are?”


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Feb 11 2018, 12:16 AM
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gus! clothes on right lmao

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It wasn’t terribly uncommon for Ignacio to volunteer to cover a multitude of shifts for his coworkers--he loved his job, and it wasn’t as if he had any Valentine’s Day or related plans at all either, so it was only fair for him to be the first volunteer to stick to the tasks. It was likely going to be a ridiculously late night there, and then he’d have to take the train and...well Iggy wasn’t necessarily counting on the fact he’d get home at a decent time, but it was fine. There were a few bodies to take care of, so Iggy wasn’t worried about it. He’d started on the first body, making clean cuts long the way after his initial observations and recorded it on his notepad to ensure he wouldn’t forget before getting about anything, picking up a bone saw to get to work at carefully and strategically dissecting his rib cage open (it was important to perform a full body assessment and no one would be none the wiser once he was finished). <p>
He’d finally set the ribs on the metal table beside him, picking up a scalpel in order to begin the more intricate part of his work, pushing the magnifying spectacles up his nose and getting a large whiff of formaldehyde which wasn’t something that was terribly out of character for him to deal with. What had been strange was the fact he heard the door to the basement down to the morgue open and shut, some footsteps, before the doors swung open as Ignacio was in the middle of carving out the heart and doing examinations of it, placing it on the scale to weigh it before turning to see which of his coworkers had forgot something, ”What did you forg--” he cut himself off, realizing that it wasn’t one of his coworkers at all, it was his roommate, which was a pleasant surprise, ”Gus, what are you doing here?”

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Dec 23 2017, 07:46 PM
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To say that Ignacio had never particularly imagined himself at an event like this would be an understatement. To his benefit, he wasn’t attending alone; if anything, he was most notably the plus one of his roommate who insisted on going to his coven’s Christmas party, and Iggy was curious, at the very least. He couldn’t count the number of times he’s sort of forced Gus into doing things with him, so it was only fair for Iggy to return the favor--plus it got him out of the morgue and so that perhaps he didn’t smell like formaldehyde permanently (he’d grown immune to the scent, but not everyone was in the same boat, and frankly the smell of dead bodies was enough to induce nausea in most people). ”I’m surprised,” Iggy murmured after glancing around (he’d accepted a glass of wine out of politeness, but had just been mostly holding it to keep his hands occupied), ”That you didn’t have anyone else you would want to bring to something like this.” <p>
”Not that I didn’t want to come, I did, but,” Iggy rushed, suddenly realizing how his previous statement sounded, ”I’m surprised that you thought of me to come with you.” It was a bit embarrassing, but Iggy was usually the sort of friend who didn’t get invited to fancy Christmas parties (and usually he wasn’t even in London around this time, he just couldn’t financially afford to fly back to the States this year). Ignacio was more of a...get invited to explore abandoned places or check out potentially dangerous locales, and when he wasn’t doing that...he was either in the lab or at home...To say that Ignacio was out of his element was an understatement. ”Is everyone in your coven this intimidating?” Ignacio asked suddenly, ”Do you think I could get away with hiding behind you all night?”


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Iggy was not really the type of person who enjoyed going out very much in general, but around Halloween had people being unbearable to be around. Perhaps it was because of his job involved hanging out with dead bodies all day, but it wasn’t necessarily his favorite holiday by a long shot. In fact, Ignacio much preferred to spend his evenings this time of year making popcorn and binging all the horror movies he could get his hands on. He preferred the older ones, but he wasn’t too picky--and this year he decided the nice roomie thing to do was to invite Gus to his impromptu marathons. Ignacio had both The Exorcist and Poltergeist on the agenda for that evening, made an entirely too enormous of a batch of popcorn, and had plopped down on their couch for them to beginning watching <p>

It seemed, however, that Ignacio was more tired than he had thought he was today, because he had absolutely nodded off at some point. This wouldn’t be a huge deal, except for the fact that it seemed that in his falling asleep, he fell asleep on Gus. It took him a moment to realize why he was waking up not on a pillow..an actual pillow anyway--his roommate was acting as his makeshift pillow which caused him to shoot up, nearly falling off the couch and knocking the bowl of popcorn over as well, ”Oh, I am so sorry,” he frowned, ”That was super not cool of me, you could’ve just woke me up, you know?” Iggy frowned, nervously scratching the back of his neck , ”I hope I’m not ruining the film for you.”


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Ignacio was glad that his new roommate was absolutely working out for the best, as the two got along very well. However, that didn’t mean that Iggy wasn’t going to offer to hang out with Gus outside of their apartment, especially on days that Iggy had off. He didn’t tend to necessarily invite anyone to do anything unless he thought it would be interesting to them, and Iggy felt that Gus would at least appreciate the mystery of the masquerade theater and how everything just...disappeared. It wasn’t the first time Iggy had explored the place, but it was the first time he had came with someone else. ”So, everything here is mostly boarded up, as it was abandoned for some reason,” Iggy explained, as he led them to the back of the theater, ”But the back windows have been unlocked, or rigged to not lock or something,” and as if to confirm, he pulled it open easily. <p>

”After you,” he offered, mainly out of politeness, especially since he wasn’t sure anything that been moved since the last time he was here, which was equally mysterious. ”Do you know anything about this place?” he inquired, after getting inside the theater himself and glancing about. Nope, everything was the same. He really wasn’t all that surprised…”All I’ve known is that it was abandoned in the middle of it...and I’m not sure anyone knows why, or even what the show was supposed to be.” It was almost like a creepy ghost story that kids told around a campfire in the summer to try to keep them out, except there weren’t any monsters that he was aware about that were going to be lurking around here. ”It’s a pretty cool place, though, kind of eerie, but...the kind of places I like exploring.” There was some allure to mystery, after all, and Iggy liked to solve things.


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