[center][h1]August Dupin[/h1][/center]
[center]Physical State: Suddenly awake.
Mental State: Distant due to the presence of death.[/center]

As August was just finishing up his first cigarette of the day he had reached the sight of where he assumed the previous screams had come from; he thought it was a fairly safe bet that the semi decently sized crowd of people ranging from what he deduced were students, faculty, and curious city folk must be huddling around whatever was the cause of such a campus wide uproar. 

As August effortlessly pushed his way through the crowd he could indeed see why screams had brought him to this spot. 

August was no stranger to death: quite the opposite infact. In all honesty at this point in his life death was almost a friend; his constant visits however always bringing more bad news about those around him. This particular time death had come calling for what was now a particularly large red smear on the ground-even with his keen detection skills August wasn't sure whether the aforementioned bright red bone riddled puddle belonged to a man or woman. Some hidden chivalrous part of him prayed it was the former and not the later.

As he stared transfixed by the macabre seen he could hear those around him-[color=aba000]”What was Dr. Atkins thinking?”[/color] [color=00aeef]“Did he do it on purpose?”[/color] [color=ed145b]“I swore he shouted something on the way down!”[/color] these were but a sliver of the rumors and questions August picked up amongst the rampant talking that was occuring among the group of witnesses and onlookers. 

[i]Dr. Atkins eh?[/i] August asked himself, admittedly he was somewhat relieved that whatever was left on the pavement wasn't in fact [color=ed1c24]Faye Desdemona[/color]. Just as August was thanking God for small miracles a particularly German sounding voice caught his ears.

[color=004b80]''What should we do? Someone should contact the police and the hospital.'' [/color]

Deciding it best to speak up August let his rather large presence be known “I'd be surprised if they hadn't already been called by now kid.” August bellowed in the deep rather matter of fact tone of voice he was known for. He did his best to hide the scowl that momentarily flashed across his face at the realization the "kid" was German. However without missing a beat he found himself responding to the boy known as Emil, without realizing it the whole of his piercing gaze was fixed on Dr. Steiner. From what August had picked up from snippits of surrounding conversation this man was more then likely the highest ranking faculty member present. 

Because of this August directed his next line of speech towards Dr. Steiner; all the while doing his best to ignore the steam rising from the liquid red remnants of a one Dr. Atkins. “In my expertise as a policeman it would be best to back the crowd as far away from the evidence.” August quickly corrected himself. “Er, victim I mean, as much as possible. These first few moments are crucial” 

August extended an almost comically large hand towards Dr. Steiner at the end of his suggestion in the form of a handshake, his calm demeanor making it appear as if he thought meeting amongst the shattered remnants of an old colleague were commonplace. “Dr. Steiner was it? With your permission sir I can...disperse this crowd. Again, I'm very sure the authorities would appreciate it.” As he spoke the words his beady hazel eyes fell upon the crowd of men and women who had come to gawk like this was some sort of circus show. 

He decided he would very much like to get the chance to [i]“disperse”[/i] them. At the same time he was decieding the act of crowd control might make him feel slightly better his eyes focused on the man he would come to know as Professor Dupree; the man was valiantly calling for a doctor while doing what he could for the pile of flesh and blood on the pavement. It was a familiar scene that made August's heart break a bit. 

Breaking his handshake off with Dr. Steiner in a rather rude manner August made his way over to Professor Dupree in a few steps. He let his sausage like fingers clamp down firmly on the kneeling strangers shoulder in an attempt to snap him out of whatever denial he was in. "Professor. He doesn't need a doctor." 

Wordlessly August gazed back towards Dr. Steiner while still resting his hand on Professor Dupree. Despite his previous lapse of manners it appeared as if Augusts offer of "crowd control" still stood-all he needed was verbal confirmation.