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Room 516 was at the end of a long hallway. It was probably meant to command a picturesque view over the river, but the muddy polluted ribbon of water failed to deliver, even under moonlight it glittered with an unhealthy looking aspect that couldn't quite be defined. A wound care cart stood outside the door, waiting to be taken to central sterile, biohazard been bulging with bloody gauze. A young African American nurse arched an eyebrow as Anders approached, her heavy floral perfume an obvious violation of the fragrance free signs which hung on the walls.

"Sir visiting hours are..." she began but was interrupted by a harrumph from inside the room. 

"Its ok Wendy, maybe a good time for a break sweetie," a gruff voice called from inside the room. The nurse hesitated for a moment and then stood, scooping up her phone and a crossword puzzle she had been working on.

"If you need anything Mr Jones, you just press that red button," she called and then slipped of down the hall, casting a skeptical eye over Anders.

Inside the room Jones lay on a bed. He was shirtless, impressively muscled in a sinewy kind of way, old scar tissue from ancient and wounds, all the more stark for the fact his belly and arms had been shaved prior to treatment. His right arm was wrapped in bandages as was the lower part of his abdomen. A long cut run up his left cheek, held together by a series of butterfly stiches.

"Anders," Jones grunted, giving no sign of being in pain other than a slightly distasteful twist of his jaw.

"I went down to the old theatre on the edge of Beacon and west, I heard there were strange sounds down there. Thought it might be the Foreman." The Old Theatre had been abandoned decades ago when gentrification had failed in Kingsley, it had been a magnet for grafitti and a place for kids to drink for a long while, its faded grandeur a magnet.

"Got jumped by a couple of vamps, but not before I saw they had snatched a couple kids," Jones grunted with characteristic brevity. How an old man had managed to escape vampires was left unstated.


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Jones was jumped by a couple of vampires at an old Theatre in Anders turf.

The Foreman - Back in the 70's there was a major industrial accident in Kinglsey where a chemical factor burned. Eleven workers and a foreman, the so called 'Kingsley Twelve' burned to death due to failure of the company to take proper saftey precautions. Over the next decade various directors of the company were found horribly murdered. The cases were never solved by the police, but those in the know realize it was the spirit of the Foreman and his men, now restless shades. They spirits still occasionally manifest in Kingsley, particularly after fires, scaring or harming bystanders. [b][+] Haunted.[/b]

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