Post by Hawk and Dove on Apr 16, 2011 10:07:55 GMT -6
The night is calm, and the moon is out. Dawn Granger, better known as Dove, is set in a local library/hall of records, going over the newspaper files in the computer.
The headline reads:
August 23rd, 2002.
Don Hall, famed wrestler, dead by suicide.
Dove: {yawning}
Librarian(late-nite): Miss...do you need any assistance?
Dove: Oh! You startled me.
The librarian places her hand over her heart, endearing.
Librarian: Forgive me. {smiling} I didn't mean to scare you. It's just really late, and we usually don't get a lot of people in here at this hour...mostly detectives looking up old records. Are you a police officer?
Dove: Me? Oh, no...maybe in another life.
Librarian: ...well, you should really be getting home, dear. It's really late, you know. A young girl as pretty as you, you need to get some sleep, now!
Dove: Yeah...I don't sleep much during the night. I get cold.
Librarian: {sitting down at the table, across from Dove} Well, perhaps you should find a young man!
Dove: Well I have this friend...
Librarian: Oh?
Dove: It's not like that, though. We have this...bond. It's...hard to explain. But I usually watch over him at night. And he usually watches over me, when I do sleep.
Librarian: Oh. I...see.
Dove: But lately, it's his rage...his rage has been out of control. You see, I'm the only one that can calm him down. But lately, that rage is even too much for me to keep in check.
Librarian: Dear...are you in danger?
Dove: No, no. It's not like that. Believe me, if it was, I can take care of myself. It's just that...I met him, after his brother died. See? Here's the news report.
Dove shows the librarian the newspaper article magnified on the reader.
Librarian: Oh yes. I remember that. Terrible thing, it was. Sad soul, to have damned himself to hellfire for the suicide. A sin, you know.
Dove: That's just the thing. We have some evidence that it was not a suicide. We believe he was murdered. I'm trying to pull up some information wherever and whenever I can...but a lot of it has been blacked out, classified...covered up.
Librarian: No. No, I remember that...he killed himself, dear. It was no accident.
Dove: You don't understand, Don wouldn't do that. That's not the kind of person he was.
Librarian: But I thought you met his living brother after he killed himself?
Dove: Well...I did. But...I mean...
Librarian: Dear. You're just tired. Come on, go ahead and get some sleep. I can call a taxicab for you, if you'd like.
Dove: ...{rubbing hands over eyes} no...no. I'll walk. I'll be fine. I'll be leaving here in a bit.
Librarian: Okay. And remember, young lady. There are help lines you can call if you are ever being abused. You don't have to take it.
Dove: Yeah, yeah...
Librarian: That'sa girl. I'll be upstairs if you need me.
The librarian leaves, and Dove keeps cycling through the newspaper prints. She finds one that shows a shot of the scene of Don's apartment, where he died. The newspaper article reads:
"Masked wrestler puts a sleeperhold on life: Shoots himself. No suicide note left."
In the picture, a bloody knife can be seen.
Dove: Wait...
She zooms in on the knife. Clearly covered with something that looks like blood, although undecipherable in black and white.
Dove: ...a knife? There might have been an intruder!
Dove downloads the newspaper print to a USB flash drive, and grabs her jacket and purse, leaving the library.
...the camera pans to upstairs, where we see the librarian, now stoic. She picks up a phone, rotary, and dials two numbers.
Librarian: It's me. She was just here. She may have found something. Surveillance recommended. Yes. I'll keep you updated if I see any other activity.
Fade out...
The headline reads:
August 23rd, 2002.
Don Hall, famed wrestler, dead by suicide.
Dove: {yawning}
Librarian(late-nite): Miss...do you need any assistance?
Dove: Oh! You startled me.
The librarian places her hand over her heart, endearing.
Librarian: Forgive me. {smiling} I didn't mean to scare you. It's just really late, and we usually don't get a lot of people in here at this hour...mostly detectives looking up old records. Are you a police officer?
Dove: Me? Oh, no...maybe in another life.
Librarian: ...well, you should really be getting home, dear. It's really late, you know. A young girl as pretty as you, you need to get some sleep, now!
Dove: Yeah...I don't sleep much during the night. I get cold.
Librarian: {sitting down at the table, across from Dove} Well, perhaps you should find a young man!
Dove: Well I have this friend...
Librarian: Oh?
Dove: It's not like that, though. We have this...bond. It's...hard to explain. But I usually watch over him at night. And he usually watches over me, when I do sleep.
Librarian: Oh. I...see.
Dove: But lately, it's his rage...his rage has been out of control. You see, I'm the only one that can calm him down. But lately, that rage is even too much for me to keep in check.
Librarian: Dear...are you in danger?
Dove: No, no. It's not like that. Believe me, if it was, I can take care of myself. It's just that...I met him, after his brother died. See? Here's the news report.
Dove shows the librarian the newspaper article magnified on the reader.
Librarian: Oh yes. I remember that. Terrible thing, it was. Sad soul, to have damned himself to hellfire for the suicide. A sin, you know.
Dove: That's just the thing. We have some evidence that it was not a suicide. We believe he was murdered. I'm trying to pull up some information wherever and whenever I can...but a lot of it has been blacked out, classified...covered up.
Librarian: No. No, I remember that...he killed himself, dear. It was no accident.
Dove: You don't understand, Don wouldn't do that. That's not the kind of person he was.
Librarian: But I thought you met his living brother after he killed himself?
Dove: Well...I did. But...I mean...
Librarian: Dear. You're just tired. Come on, go ahead and get some sleep. I can call a taxicab for you, if you'd like.
Dove: ...{rubbing hands over eyes} no...no. I'll walk. I'll be fine. I'll be leaving here in a bit.
Librarian: Okay. And remember, young lady. There are help lines you can call if you are ever being abused. You don't have to take it.
Dove: Yeah, yeah...
Librarian: That'sa girl. I'll be upstairs if you need me.
The librarian leaves, and Dove keeps cycling through the newspaper prints. She finds one that shows a shot of the scene of Don's apartment, where he died. The newspaper article reads:
"Masked wrestler puts a sleeperhold on life: Shoots himself. No suicide note left."
In the picture, a bloody knife can be seen.
Dove: Wait...
She zooms in on the knife. Clearly covered with something that looks like blood, although undecipherable in black and white.
Dove: ...a knife? There might have been an intruder!
Dove downloads the newspaper print to a USB flash drive, and grabs her jacket and purse, leaving the library.
...the camera pans to upstairs, where we see the librarian, now stoic. She picks up a phone, rotary, and dials two numbers.
Librarian: It's me. She was just here. She may have found something. Surveillance recommended. Yes. I'll keep you updated if I see any other activity.
Fade out...