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Joel Beck 
[b]Location[/b]: Disappearing into the night because he's mysterious...or socially awkward 
[b]Tags[/b]: Grim, Bouncer, Ghost Bullshit™[/center]

Joel made an approving "Hm," At Grim's display of creative power use. This was probably the closest thing to a compliment he would get tonight. Joel crossed the room to the desk, immediately drawn to the cardboard box that had been removed from the safe, amongst other things. He opened the flaps to reveal...very unflattering jewelry. 

They were what appeared to be metal bracelets, numbers carved into what was once a shiny surface. But the metal had been damaged and warped by fire, the numbers distorted and filled with ash. Joel ran a gloved thumb over the indentations. Why did the spirits attach themselves to these metal bands in particular? His thumb ran over a particularly rough spot in the metal where it looked like it may have been welded. That unsettled him for some reason, and he wasn't sure why. There was no clasp or clip; the bracelets seemed too small to comfortably slide over the hand. If they were welded as a means of securing them... then they had obviously not been designed to be removed. 

He looked back at the contents of the box. A stack of what looked like quick print Polaroids caught his eye. Joel picked them up and began to shuffle through them, but each photo was just a bracelet sitting on a pile of debris. He was on the third or forth one before an oddly familiar shape jumped out at him. This pile of debris had a tooth in it. 

"Holy shit," Joel murmured under his breath. He looked closer at the photos, and suddenly, more familiar shapes stood out. The head of a femur, the curve of a rib, the angle of a jaw...These were photos of the victims' bodies [i]post cremation[/i]. The metal bracelets displayed in each one was for identification purposes, to prove that the job had been done. 

"These are coming with me," He said, dropping the contents back into the box. "I don't think either of you want to take this shit home." Even the most mundane of person would begin to feel the bad vibes coming off these objects with time. 

With the box tucked under his arm, Joel turned back to the other two. "This is beyond the usual gang violence we're used to. If either of you are as invested in putting an end to this as I am, then we should probably work together." It wasn't easy to admit that he was far in over his head here, and as much as he preferred to work alone, he needed help. But, tonight was almost over, and he assumed his new potential cohorts came with the need to sleep. 

"Maybe lets put a pin in this for tonight, go do some homework, and swap notes tomorrow night. I got a thing at Cozza's around eight if you're interested." A notoriously shady biker bar was a strange choice for a vigilante rendezvous, but Wraith was also a notoriously strange and shady vigilante, so maybe it made perfect sense. 

Without another word, Wraith pulled his mask back on and turned to exit the room. The number of ghosts tugging at his mind in there was giving him a headache. Whether or not the other heroes showed up again didn't particularly matter to him. Either way, he was going to do everything in his power to stop whatever evil bastards were behind these twisted crimes. 

Wraith took the stairs down and exited the building to a flood of blue lights. Guess the cops showed up to scrape the idiots off the sidewalk after all. He slipped into the alleyway alongside the building unnoticed and disappeared into the fading night. Soon, the city would be awake again.