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 though i think i bend, something straightens me., iggy!
tessa lovelace
 Posted: May 2 2017, 06:22 PM
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Let's walk down the road that has no end Steal away where only angels tread Heaven or hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don't go Please don't go Don't go without me
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we're just pressing flowers; They're dying But they're ours
Tessa often felt she had explored pretty much all of London. She had done all of the big tourist attractions and then all of the smaller ones and, really, not a lot of it surprised her anymore. It was, therefore, quite something to find out that she had missed a glaring attraction- an abandoned tube station, often empty, that had once been in use before it had been deemed fairly useless and closed down. Immediately, she wanted to explore it. She could have done this on her own- and she had done that, fairly often!- but she always preferred these things with a friend and had searched around for someone appropriate to take with her, obviously not inviting people who, for instance, had proclaimed they hated weird adventures. In the end, Ignacio had said he was free and that was really enough for her to provide him a meeting place and time.

The door had been, admittedly, locked when she had gotten there, but she had dealt with that herself, deciding that if the door was unlocked, open and inviting, Iggy couldn’t really say no (nor think it was illegal! Which it technically wasn’t). By the time he had turned, it was already getting dark but she did have to work around her work schedule. Nevertheless, she gave him a friendly, gentle smile. “Good afternoon,” she greeted as though they were off for a stroll around a park. “Did you bring a torch like I asked?” she continued in the same tone, hoping he had. She had, rather lamentably, forgotten.

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ignacio melendrez
 Posted: May 3 2017, 04:31 PM
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it's my own desire it's my own remorse help me to decide help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure nothing ever lasts forever everybody wants to rule the world. there's a room where the light won't find you holding hands while the walls come tumbling down when they do, i'll be right behind you
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20 YEARS OLD
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we’re falling apart, still we hold together
Ignacio was not someone to turn down an adventure. He liked to explore and find new things to occupy his time since he spent much of his time locked up performing autopsies on...well bodies that died in less than normal circumstances. It was fulfilling work for him, something he deeply enjoyed doing in order to provide closure to everyone he could (as he couldn’t reach his own). He had been at work when Iggy had received a time and location from Tessa (after he said he was free), along with needing to bring a torch (flashlight, he had to mentally correct, but he’d excuse it this time as they were in London). He wasn’t one to ask too many questions in that regard, and sketchily examined the door as he passed by it, wondering just what he was getting himself into.

”Hello,” Iggy greeted lightly, ”How are you doing this afternoon?” It was customary to ask, after all, especially since they seemed to be exchanging pleasantries. It was very bizarre, but obviously there was a kind of allure and mystery to today’s adventure, and Iggy wasn’t going to complain or question anything about that. ”I did, actually!” he nodded, shifting around to zip open his backpack to retrieve it, flicking it on as proof before offering it to her, ”As you’re leading this excursion, I feel like you should be trusted with this?” It seemed fair, anyway, considering Iggy would likely focus on...many things that likely no one else cared about. He was just intrigued by any signs of struggle and the like?

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i like to think he's like 'oh, i could die...cool i'll see you there'.
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tessa lovelace
 Posted: Jun 7 2017, 09:06 PM
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Let's walk down the road that has no end Steal away where only angels tread Heaven or hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don't go Please don't go Don't go without me
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we're just pressing flowers; They're dying But they're ours
Tessa was glad to see that Ignacio looked well enough- certainly, he didn’t look like the people he experimented on so often- and that he had even been polite to do as she’d asked; she didn’t often made demands of people, preferring gentle suggestions, but it was a relief to know that they would not be exploring in the dark. While she trusted their abilities with magic to deal with that issue, she found that over-reliance on magic was remarkably boring after a while; the world had survived just fine without it. “Oh, I’m well. I sold many flowers,” she notified him lightly, pushing the door open a little more. The dark, frankly speaking, did not look inviting but Tessa acted as though she might have found Narnia at the back of the cupboard for all it worried her.

While she had thought he might have done better with the torch, she still accepted it from him, careful to turn it on and point it at the ground until she deemed it needed. “I warn you, I haven’t been in here before,” she offered, as there were occasions she would revisit a place and, in doing so, deem it safe for mild exploration with someone else. Having done so this time, she could only hope that Ignacio thought to watch his step where possible. “After you,” she added, despite the slightly macabre beginning. She would never make a good tour guide for this sort of thing.

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ignacio melendrez
 Posted: Jun 9 2017, 05:07 AM
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it's my own desire it's my own remorse help me to decide help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure nothing ever lasts forever everybody wants to rule the world. there's a room where the light won't find you holding hands while the walls come tumbling down when they do, i'll be right behind you
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20 YEARS OLD
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forensic autopsy tech
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sammi
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Ignacio’s job often was described as peculiar in that he had enjoyed it very much, and felt that there were a lot of stories to be told with encountering corpses, especially the ones he did. They typically weren’t dying of natural causes or anything along those lines, so Iggy spent a great deal of time jotting down every meticulous detail that he discovered ensuring proper documentation to the fullest of his ability. He supposed it was a little odd to prefer the company of corpses...but he didn’t find anyone pointing this out to his face. ”That’s wonderful,” Iggy nodded ruefully. He was never much of a salesman and didn’t think that he would get on much in the way of selling flowers, ”Business probably has picked up loads due to the seasons changing…” At least, that was something Iggy would assume anyway.

He turned his attention towards where they were headed, glad that he had a bit of an itch to adventure and loved the allure of mystery that darkness had to offer, otherwise this entire situation was going to become incredibly uncomfortable. Instead, his gaze swept over everything he could vaguely make out with the little bit of light he was able to provide with the door opened a bit more. Aside from dark it didn’t seem too bad, so Iggy wasn’t too alarmed when Tessa had announced she’d never been there before. ”Ironically, neither have I,” he answered easily, shrugging his shoulders, ”So try not to step on any dead bodies we may find in here,” Iggy joked before proceeding into the doorway and into the dark, squinting a bit to try to get his eyes adjusted to the lack of light which was much easier said than done. It wasn’t much different than he had expected, though it was hard to make out any details that weren’t generalizations. The air reeked of dust that had been caked on the surfaces of things for...who knows how long, and it made the air feel almost heavy with how musty it was. ”Do we know where this leads, or is that part of this exploration?” he inquired, taking a few more steps into the area, trying to limit movement to where there was still some light from the flashlight he brought.

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tessa lovelace
 Posted: Jul 1 2017, 12:41 AM
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Let's walk down the road that has no end Steal away where only angels tread Heaven or hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don't go Please don't go Don't go without me
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we're just pressing flowers; They're dying But they're ours
Tessa nodded somewhat vaguely at Iggy’s comment about sales increasing but, truthfully, she wasn’t sure she would have noticed whether it did or not. The side business kept her busy enough that she didn’t mind that taking care of flowers was just something to keep the place looking legitimate. “Not at all. Most people buy online,” she notified him serenely, happy enough to correct him if he thought that she may have to upgrade in the future when, in fact, she had been determinedly ignoring anything that suggested she should do the opposite; bureaucracy could be so frustrating sometimes.

“If we do, would you leave them or work on them?” she wondered vaguely, unsure if having a coroner around meant that they would be forced to stop for every dead body so that he could examine them. She didn’t mind the scenario, but if so, she thought that he would have to make sure he didn’t stumble upon any, so that they could continue their adventure much more logically. She didn’t think he was carrying anything on him that would be appropriately good for the job, but then, she wasn’t sure, not having enough experience with dead bodies in her lifetime. Carefully pointing the torch around the interior, she heard his question, but didn’t answer until she was done taking in the sight of the old, stone walls and the ground beneath their feet. “Well, it’ll lead to a tube station,” she explained, pointing the torch at the ceiling, mostly out of curiosity. A gaggle of bats looked curiously back at her. “I don’t know where the stairs are to go down, perhaps you can spot them,” she suggested, carefully pointing the torch back at the walls for him again. She was more interested in the feel of the place, and, morbidly, the feeling of knowing how far underground they would end up.

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ignacio melendrez
 Posted: Jul 2 2017, 03:07 AM
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it's my own desire it's my own remorse help me to decide help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure nothing ever lasts forever everybody wants to rule the world. there's a room where the light won't find you holding hands while the walls come tumbling down when they do, i'll be right behind you
age
20 YEARS OLD
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forensic autopsy tech
london coven
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sammi
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Iggy supposed that was a flaw in the changing of the times--more people were buying online rather than going to a store in person. It was just more convenient, even if that meant sometimes sacrificing quality. ”Such a shame,” Iggy nodded, ”But at least you’re still as cheery as ever.” It was a reassuring thought, anyway. Taking things poorly like that wasn’t worth anyone’s energy, and it wasn’t as if Iggy could offer proper business advice. He really didn’t know much about running a business, as his work was contracted by his employer...and frankly the people he worked with didn’t really want to discuss marketing with him. ”I suppose I should be glad people can’t really...buy my services online.” That would just be really bizarre, and Iggy wasn’t sure how that would work.

”I think I would leave them...this environment isn’t the most stable…” his voice trailed off, glancing around, ”But I’d make sure they was found by the proper authorities and taken to my lab promptly.” It was the reasonable response, Iggy felt. He felt a moral obligation that if they did stumble upon a body, he’d have to do something about it, and discover why they met their death, but he didn’t bring the proper tools and resources in order to perform a proper autopsy in an abandoned tube station. He glanced around, staring at the high walls and stone all around him, and the best way he could describe this place was...damp. Even if he wouldn’t know if it was unless he actually touched the walls and things, but that could ruin the allure. Instead, Iggy was glancing around, before pointing a little ahead of them on the left, ”I think they’re over there?” he said, though not entirely sure, but waited for the light to be shone over there, ”Yes, there’s a railing over here, let’s go!”

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tessa lovelace
 Posted: Aug 21 2017, 10:32 PM
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Let's walk down the road that has no end Steal away where only angels tread Heaven or hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don't go Please don't go Don't go without me
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23 YEARS OLD
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we're just pressing flowers; They're dying But they're ours
Tessa looked up rather curiously at the notification that she was still rather cheery, but supposed that a tendency to accept the negative probably did make her more optimistic than many people her age. Either that, or Iggy had been briefly sarcastic and she hadn’t noticed, though she didn’t mind this scenario either, even if sarcasm wasn’t something she often engaged in. She considered his other statement much more curiously, however, quite intrigued by the idea of buying coroner services online- a particularly niche and strange market that she was briefly amused by. “I think you’d be surprised what people buy online,” she considered, finding the notion still very novel, even if he did nothing with it. She just thought he couldn’t sell the idea short.

It was just as she was curious about his dead body protocol, but supposed it was a relief that they wouldn’t be side-tracked by a dead person for too long. There would be questions that would be raised if they did spot a casual corpse down here, but she felt like they would deal with that when the problem came up, if it ever did. As she was the one controlling the torch somewhat lazily, she stopped swinging it around when he spotted something, and she trained the light on the space he was pointing at. Indeed, it did seem to be darker, and she stepped somewhat carefully towards the opening to shine the torch in properly. It didn’t really do much to shed any light on the situation, so she shined it at the stairs themselves. “It looks safe to me,” she considered, taking the plunge and stepping onto the first stair; it felt sturdy beneath her feet, not likely to crumble. “I think we’ll be fine. You’re coming, right?” she checked, taking another step carefully.

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in a way, you are poetry material -
you are full of cloudy subtleties i am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out;

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words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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ignacio melendrez
 Posted: Aug 22 2017, 04:14 PM
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it's my own desire it's my own remorse help me to decide help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure nothing ever lasts forever everybody wants to rule the world. there's a room where the light won't find you holding hands while the walls come tumbling down when they do, i'll be right behind you
age
20 YEARS OLD
job
forensic autopsy tech
london coven
aff.
sammi
alias
23
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Iggy, of course, was immediately caught off guard by the notion of utilizing his services online. It would be one thing for him to get the information sent to him to consult on, which was something that happened quite frequently and he often perused that information in down time or over his lunch break, but would be completely different to actually...be hired for autopsy services online. ”I suppose you’re right,” he mused, though the thought was still particularly unsettling to Iggy, ”I just don’t foresee it becoming an everyday service, but I’m sure it will eventually.” He couldn’t imagine doing autopsy house calls, anyway. It just didn’t seem as sterile and he wouldn’t be comfortable with it unless technology involved in such a way that everything was sterile and imitated his lab as much as possible...including everything being pretty darn cold so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the smell of decaying flesh.

As Tessa was the volunteered (or volun-told) leader of the situation, Iggy was allowed to just peer around and see if he noticed anything, which was just enough responsibility. He followed her, eyes shifting around, and when they landed on stairs, he followed her to examine them, watching her as she stepped down on the first step, and then the second before opting to follow her himself. ”Of course,” he answered easily, more intrigued by the prospect of where they were going now. There was a mystery and allure to the situation that piqued his interest, and here he was, proceeding to follow her until the steps ended, glancing around though it was much darker down here than the previous level they were at.

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