Thread: Gathering Information (Attn: Gideon)

Gideon stares at his phone for a few seconds, lounging unconcernedly on the floor of the Insane Asylum basement. His room for the moment. He was a little perturbed, not having expected Ash's voice on the other line. As far as he knew, Gia was the only person who had the number to this particular phone. Hell, he didn't even know the number to it, he just happened to have Gia's number memorized and would call her from whatever phone he'd happened to pilfer at the time.

With a mental shrug, though, he puts the thought out of his mind. The call was really quite convenient, since Gideon hadn't had any particular plans for the evening anyway, and was just coming up with ways to try to fight the boredom.

Springing lightly to his feet, Gideon meanders upstairs, stopping at a clothes closet on the main floor. Hope Stan doesn't mind, he thinks to himself, grabbing a simple black t-shirt and a pair of vans from the closet. Once decently covered, he wanders out the door, actually taking the streets for once, as opposed to flitting around rooftops. Finding Idle Hands was easy enough, now. The Insane Asylum wasn't really that far from it, and he'd walked Gia home enough times that he could find the place from most areas of town.

A short time later, Gideon arrives at the small, brownstone building that was Idle Hands. Stepping lightly through the entrance, he gives his name to the receptionist, not wanting to just barge in if Ash was doing something important.

A young blonde woman is at the receptionist desk and she rises at his approach.

"Mr. Winters is expecting you. Right this way."

The woman leads him back into the studio where Ash is working on what looks like it might be the chest of a human sized statue. Ash looks up as the two approach.

"Thank you, Ginelle, I will take Mr. Marshall off your hands." The young lady heads back to the front of the studio.

Ash looks at Gideon, "May I offer you any refreshment or shall we get to the meat of the discussion?"

Gideon leans casually against a nearby wall, his eyes momentarily resting on the piece Ash was working on. He seems approving, but the gaze makes him appear to be appraising its future monetary worth, rather than appreciating its beauty.

Placing one hand in his pocket, Gideon waves dismissively with the other, "I'm good, thanks. Might as well get right down to it."

Sliding his free hand into his other pocket, Gideon shrugs nonchalantly, "I was actually quite surprised to get a call from you. Leo must've given you my number." His expression is openly inquisitive as he continues, "I'm actually quite curious about what you want from me."

Ash nods, "Leo did give me this number to contact you. He shared some information about a certain crime scene that you and a few others were present in. I need to know what you found, how you found it, and to be assured that nothing was left there that could be tracked back to us."

Gideon takes his hands out of his pockets, crossing his arms as he shrugs nonchalantly.

"Easy enough. We found a dead Italian man, three dead bodies in the cellar, and a few bodies worth of well preserved meat in the freezer." He grins, "Well, as well preserved as chopped up human can get."

His eyes narrow a bit as he continues speaking, "I guess there were some ghost types there as well, but I didn't see 'em."

He waves dismissively with one of his hands, arms still crossed, "As for anything that could be tracked back to us, I had a couple of my boys from some of the rougher parts of town go in and raze the place."

He shrugs again, "They're very thorough. Shouldn't be anything left of our involvement." His brow furrows a bit, "I gave them instructions not to touch the dead Italian man, or the bodies downstairs, so they still remained. There's nothing left of the place to make it look like anything other than random gangland violence, though."

His sly grin returns, "Some of the more artistic types threw up crap like 'Cannibal' and 'Rapist' on the walls, so it should be pretty apparent why the guy was lynched."

Ash nods, "Sounds like you all took care of it pretty well. I noticed in the paper that the police are investigating and have several people of interest they are going to look into. Lets hope none of those are any of your group. Maybe there was nothing to tie you to the place, but neighbors watchig out thier windows might have seen people going inside before the fire. Was there anything else about the killings that you all discovered or just found the bodies and burnt the place down?"

Gideon taps his chin with a finger.

"Well, the bodies did look disturbingly like Maddalena." He shrugs, "I'd only met her once, but the resemblance was eerie." He pushes himself off the wall, pacing a bit as he thinks, "There was a bit of hair stuck in some pools of blood that could have been hers, but it could have just as easily been any of the bodies downstairs. There was a fairly distinctive scent as well, but I wasn't around Maddalena enough to associate it with her."

He stops pacing, as if suddenly remembering something. "There was a ring there as well, I found it upstairs near the man that was murdered. Looked kind of like a wedding ring. It had...errr..." His brow furrows, "476, I think, etched into it. I think that was the number, can't remember exactly." He shrugs again, "One of the others took the ring with her. Rochella? I think?"

He leans back against the wall, gaze half on Tyler, half on the piece he was working on.

Ash nods, "Okay. Thank you for your time. I suppose I will speak with this Rochella next then."

Gideon blinks, then pushes himself off the wall, sliding his hands into his pockets as he does.

"Hm, I actually thought that this would take longer than it did." He shrugs nonchalantly, "Oh well, guess I'll just have to find something else to keep me occupied tonight." He gives a last, appraising look at what Ash was working on before looking at the man himself, "Is there anything else you needed?"