.:Closed Rp:. Chilled Air - redkxng
Who ever invented the air conditioner was not only a god send for the living but also for the dead.
Texas was naturally hot, even back in 1912, but no average person owned one then, especially not anyone in the apartment building that had been built on the lot where Studio 5 stood now. If you wanted to escape the heat you had to use a hand fan or go out to the store, where hopefully it would be cooler, but not always.
Air conditioning happened to hide the trail of the dead. It was common knowledge that a shiver up your spine either meant a draft or the supernatural was lurking over your shoulder. On more than one occasional people in the building had stood up and accidentally walked through or past the resident ghost, prompting shivers and confused looks at the seemingly empty space due to the chill that had been there, but by the time they checked was not. Edgar was always swift to move, though never fast enough to judge what a person was about to do.
He couldn't help but stay close, the technology fascinated him as did the humorous, but rather crude employees that seemed to use recreational activity as a job. To say the least he commonly found himself lurking about the 'Achievement Hunter' office, watching them shout and laugh and move things around on their screens. The air was always high in the room, a thankful occurrence that kept anyone from being suspicious. He didn't want another Ouija board being brought in or a physic getting called up.
Today had been going fine until midday rolled around where, with a shudder and a loud sputter, the air had suddenly stopped flowing. The lights had dimmed and, to the utter horror of the employees, all electronic appliances had gone off. Chaos followed swiftly, shouting and cursing, screams of rage due to lost footage and hustle as everyone pitched together in an attempt to get the building back up. In the mean time everyone else either left for lunch or festered in the rapidly warming studio, fanning themselves with papers or game cases, guzzling cold water before the ice melted.
Edgar found himself in the midst of it all, a cool but invisible presence lingering by the stark white couch covered in plush toys and fan made trinkets, watching the AH group fret but not quite paying attention. Nothing much was going on anymore so the ghost let his mind wander, listening faintly to the squeak of office chairs and slosh of ice against plastic.
