[The change in atmosphere is palpable. Bruce doesn't expect for a moment that his two companions would leave him to explore this space on his own- if not for his sake then as a matter of curiosity. They hadn't hesitated to seek the bell ringer after all, and Beacon has no shortage of mysteries that its residents have been agonizing over. Besides, Bruce has more than enough self-awareness to know he has no business faulting others for the pursuit of knowledge. Truth be told he finds it to be a comforting thought. The last thing they need is a town full of people willing to jump to conclusions, fueled by impulse.
Peter disappears for a moment, presumably to brace the trap door as asked, and Villanelle isn't immediately at his back. But Bruce is aware of them on his periphery as they begin to find one another inside the tunnel. The ceiling and the walls close in around them and the sense of claustrophobia grows the further they go.
And then there's a shape. A person inside a sheet. Then more than one person inside a sheet.
Bruce pauses visibly, coming to a mute standstill within the tunnel. And then he very slowly extends one hand, reaching for one sheet with two fingers. His intention is to graze it first, to be sure he can touch it. And then if he can, to slowly draw the cloth down.]
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Peter disappears for a moment, presumably to brace the trap door as asked, and Villanelle isn't immediately at his back. But Bruce is aware of them on his periphery as they begin to find one another inside the tunnel. The ceiling and the walls close in around them and the sense of claustrophobia grows the further they go.
And then there's a shape. A person inside a sheet.
Then more than one person inside a sheet.
Bruce pauses visibly, coming to a mute standstill within the tunnel. And then he very slowly extends one hand, reaching for one sheet with two fingers. His intention is to graze it first, to be sure he can touch it. And then if he can, to slowly draw the cloth down.]