Log:John Doe Burglar

John Doe Burglar
Participants Bronwyn Gallagher, Jack Fry	6 May, 2018 Bronwyn realises someone's broken into her cabin and Jack helps check it. Bronwyn surprised an odd burglar...
Location
It is an hour or so after dawn, just before seven in the morning, when an Uber rolls up at Bronwyn's cabin and deposits the yawning scientist. She is clad in sneakers, sweatpants and a basic t-shirt...so she probably wasn't at a formal dinner. She waves the Uber driver off before turning to look at her rental place. Her eyes narrow. Something is wrong. It's a rather tired Jack who comes riding up the path to Bronwyn's cabin, on that large Rocky Mountain horse - Goblin runs alongside and looks much more alert. But, seeing the Uber and the woman who comes out, Jack sets the horse to a short gallop up the path and then slows down when near. "Hey!" he calls out. The Uber is out of sight when Bronwyn is distracted by the greeting of the local park ranger. She offers him a smile and a wave. "Hey, you're up early again. And you're just the man I may have needed to see." She crouches down to greet Goblin with a ruffling of fur. While playing with the dog she discretely nods towards her place and whispers, "I think someone is in my house." Jack is in civilian clothing today, they're a bit rumpled as if he's slept in them. There's a smell of wood smoke, and some alcohol - but he doesn't seem to be hungover as much as maybe a bit tired as he lithely hops off the horse and moves to Bronwyn's side. He frowns, looking at the cabin. "I'm on my way home," he explains, without going into details of where he's been. Without further ado, he draws the sidearm and keeps it at his side as he heads quietly for the cabin door. "You go on the side, scream if someone comes out the back," he whispers to her. "Gimme the keys?" He can't see that the door has been broken into, so wants to make sure he gets inside if the door is still locked. Jack also tells Goblin; "You stay behind me." "You've been out all night on horseback? Maybe we can chat about that afterwards" Bronwyn teases before standing and facing him, her back to the house. "I obviously haven't told you about this before so here's the deal. I keep my house unlocked and available for anyone who needs a place to stay. I've made that pretty well known. What I do lock is my room, third window to the left. You see how the blinds are up? That means someone has kicked in the door and triggered the...silent alarm if you like." She glances to the side of the house. "I will go and scream if someone comes." With that she heads off to her appointed area. "I've been to a dinner with my cousin, I stayed the night there," Jack explains with a wry and tight smile. He's on high alert, cop mode on. He has no comment on her keeping the place unlocked - it's not that uncommon out here, so she's given a firm understanding nod. His Glock isn't held up as he reaches for the handle of the door and pulls it open, to take a peek inside, before heading in. "NYP- Fuck. I mean, Vermont Park Rangers, come out with your arms held up!" he calls. Because that's how you do it, you don't just go in and shoot at someone. Goblin growls, sensing the tension. "Okay...I guess we don't need to talk about that after" Bronwyn smiles about Jack and his cousin, but then she is gone. As Jack pushes the door open, he emerges into a corridor with a number of doors off each side. All wood floors and walls. All sparsely furnished. There is no response to his summons but Bronwyn's room can be accessed via a door to the left...and probably another door beyond that. The suspicious silence makes Jack narrow his eyes and he walks in, not bothering with sneaking - he already shouted out his presence after all. But he keeps the gun at his side as he looks down the corridor, squinting. Goblin pads after him, quiet too. The ranger heads straight for the door that leads to Bronwyn's bedroom area, opening that door. "Hey, if anyone's here, just raise your arms up," he calls again. If no response, he'll proceed towards her bedroom. No response again but this next room, a lounge room of sorts, has been rifled through. Furniture overturned. Paintings knockd off walls. It doesn't look like they were lookign for something though, more an angry outburst. "Assholes," Jack mutters, rubbing his eyes a second before he proceeds to the bedroom door itself. Once more, he'll give warning; "If you're in there, make yourself known /now/. I won't ask again." He'll glance around and look at the scene with a trained eye, and steps over broken things carefully - it could be evidence of a kind, after all. Assuming no response, he'll push the bedroom door open, now with his gun raised, standing to the side as before. "Assholes," Jack mutters, rubbing his eyes a second before he proceeds to the bedroom door itself. Once more, he'll give warning; "If you're in there, make yourself known /now/. I won't ask again." He'll glance around and look at the scene with a trained eye, and steps over broken things carefully - it could be evidence of a kind, after all. Seeing the footprints - from naked feet - his eyebrows go up a notch. You don't see that every day, after all. Though, around here... probably more often than you'd think. He walks slowly through the open bedroom door, gun raised now. Goblin stays back for the moment - Jack wouldn't risk the dog unless there was dire need. The window of the side of the house is wide open, curtains fluttering in the soft breeze. And then there is a scream...presumably Bronwyn...outside of the house. Jack did tell her to scream if she saw someone. Hearing that scream, seeing the open window - Jack explodes into action. He runs to the window, takes a quick look outside to see if he can see anything and will then proceed to jump out of it himself. "Goblin, follow!" he calls to the dog - the dog shoots towards the window and leaps out too together with the ranger. Outside stands Bronywn and at her feet is the prone body of what looks to be a young man. "You told me to scream if I saw anyone" she explains, flexing her right hand into a fist and back. "It was okay to hit him as well, yes?" Coming tumbling out the window, expecting a brawl, a fight, something - Jack and Goblin both comes to an abrupt halt in front of Bronwyn and her victim on the ground. "Remind me not to piss you off," the ranger notes dryly, holstering his sidearm. But he nods at her - he'd have done the same thing, after all, now crouching down to check the guy's vitals. "You recognise him?" he wonders, looking for the pulse, and doing a general check up. "Nope, never seen him before in my life" Bronwyn replies, crouching down to make sure she didn't kill the man - which is unlikely. "I think I broke my hand" she pouts, shaking it once more. The man in question, face down in the mud, is bare foot and dressed in jeans and shirt that don't look like his - they obviously don't fit. He looks to be in his early twenties but he doesn't seem familiar. "Maybe he's high on drugs. Tourist perhaps," Jack theorises, but he's patting down the clothes to see if there's any sort of identification. "I'll take a look at that hand later, you alright?" he wonders, glancing up at Bronwyn with some concern. Goblin is sniffing around the area, as if trained to do just that in situations like this. "I could try to track where he came from. He's barefoot, his clothes don't fit - I'm wondering what the hell happened to this guy. I should call this in, he might need to go to the hospital." But he's hesitating, because this seem... Weird. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think I scared him more than he scared me" Bronwyn replies, "Especially with the scream." The man has no identification. No wallet. No keys. No phone. His pockets empty. "I guess he did break and enter" she muses regarding calling the police. Carefully rolling the man over so his face is upwards, Jack checks his vitals one more time. "Let's carry him inside, see if we can get him to wake up," he suggests after a moment's consideration. "Get some answers /before/ we call. Okay?" He's willing to hear the man out before sending him off to a jail somewhere. He's already grabbing under the man's arms - he might be decently strong, but carrying an adult takes effort when alone. Bronwyn helps out as best she can, lifting the man's legs as they carry him into the cabin. There is no sign of life from the man - other than breathing. He remains unconscious throughout the trip...despite Bronwyn dropping his legs a couple of times. She frowns at the damage done to the furniture - that will come out of her bond. They upturn a couch back onto its feet before placing the man upon it. Inside, once the man is on the couch, Jack looks for some water - he'll spray some in the man's face and shake him a little, not roughly, just to see if it'll wake him up. "You clocked him good," he notes with some admiration. Goblin lies down near the door for now, and Troll outside, he's just waiting patiently, not even tied to anything. "Wakey wakey, burglar wannabe," he tries, leaning over the man. "Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey" is Bronwyn's contribution before she offers Jack an apologetic smile. "I'm going to put my hand in ice" she smiles before slinking away. The man wakes up with a start. Eyes wild and panicked as he looks around, trying to figure out where he is. He sees Jack and tries to get to his feet. "Alright," Jack nods back at Bronwyn, then focuses on the man when realising he's waking up. "Welcome back," Jack says and puts a restraining hand on the man's shoulder, his voice calm but his gaze steady and not necessarily friendly. However, he's not showing any aggressive tendencies yet, depending on how the man will react. "Just lie down, alright. You're in no danger, but you got clocked and something obviously happened to you prior to this. What's your name?" "My name?" The man looks frightened, eyes still glancing wildly about. "I...I don't remember." He does rest his head again but his whole body is agitated, trembling with anxiety, a desire to be anywhere else than here. "I have to get away. Get home. This is not home." Jack finds something to sit on, pulling it up to sit down next to the couch, leaning forward. "Relax," he says, trying out the good cop routine. He's not especially good at it, and he's puzzled as he scratches his chin. "You hungry? Thirsty?" Start with the basics - food always makes people feel better. "We'll sort this out. I'm Jack Fry and I'm a park ranger, so I'll help you - alright?" "Thirsty" the man nods, his mouth obviously parched. Jack's words filter through into his mind with some faint recognition. "Ranger? I am in a park?" He stares upwards. "With a ceiling?" Jack isn't going to leave the man there, so he calls back towards wherever Bronwyn is. "Bron? Can you bring some water over, please?" Back to the guy on the couch, Jack studies him thoughtfully. "We're inside a cabin, in a big park, yeah. You broke in here, trashed the place, then jumped out the window when we startled you. Where are you from? How did you get here?" "I came from home...this is not home" the man replies, struggling to make himself understood...or to understand himself. "I trashed this place? Yes...because it is not home." Bronwyn appears with a glass of water, not sure who it is for but the look in the man's eyes convince her it is for him. He drinks it down greedily, hand trembling as he does so. "I have to go home. Before the lights return." Jack gives Bronwyn a thankful nod, and watches the thirsty man down the water. The ranger is still a bit tense about all this. "Alright," he says calmly, holding a hand up in a friendly, soothing gesture. "Where's home?" "I don't know. I thought it was here..." The man lets the glass fall from his hand but Bronwyn manages to catch it before it shatters. And then there is the sound of a siren outside, cutting out abruptly as a vehicle stops. "You called the cops?" Jack asks, standing up to look outside. Not that he's blaming Bronwyn - it's the absolute right thing to do. "Well, seems we won't get to know much here anyway." He leans down to the man, looking into his face. "It'll be alright. We'll figure it out." "No, I didn't call them" Bronwyn replies with a shake of her head before heading out to greet the new visitors. The man looks a bit apprehensive but he has the whole time they've been talking. Voices from the doorway as Bronwyn chats with more than one person before she arrives in the room with a police officer and a man dressed in a suit. The latter looking over the man on the couch before nodding, "That's him." That's enough for the police officer to cuff the confused looking young man and lead him out with a, "Good job, ranger." There may have been a slightly mocking lilt to his tone. This doesn't sit well with Jack, not at all. He's got a lingering, uneasy feeling in his gut, but he can't very well protest when they arrest the guy. "What's your name, officer?" he asks instead - studying the cop closely. "You taking him into Fort Brunsett or Tamarack jail?" "Officer Thorpe" the man replies. "He won't be going to either jail." He nods to the man in the suit. "This is Doctor Marshall. This man, John Doe, is an escaped inmate from Marshall's facility. Ran off naked, picking up clothes off washing lines as he made his way up here. God knows why." "He thinks he lived round here" continues Doctor Marshall. "But we don't think that is the case. He's been in our facility for over a year now. Sent there by a circuit judge after being found roaming the woods. No one's claimed him. No one missing matches his description. We'll get through to him one day." "If he lived around here, someone oughta recognise him," Jack admits,conceding it reluctantly while studying the man's features closely. Is it someone he ever saw? Would he remind him of anyone? He knows how people here disappear, come back changed... "John," he tells the confused burglar, because it's a name as good as any, "I'll drop in for a visit." To the doctor, and the officer, he adds; "I'm from around here, maybe I can get through to him - we can talk about the area. I'd get a good idea if he really knows shit about this place or not." "Drop by anytime, officer" Doctor Marshall replies with a smile. "But if you could give him a few days to become reaccustomed to the hospita, that would be very helpful." A nod to Thorpe to continue taking him out before the doctor offers Bronwyn and Jack a little bow each. "Good morning to you both." "Sure," Jack says, nodding at the doctor, a hand in a pocket and deceptively relaxed. "See you in a few days, John." He intends to keep that promise, giving the doctor, officer and John a farewell nod with a thoughtful expression. Once they're gone, he glances at Bronwyn; "I could use a big strong coffee. Can I beg a mug?" "Hmm? Oh...sure...we could both do with a coffee" Bronwyn replies before looking around at the damage to the furniture once more. "You think they'll send someone back to fix the furniture?" Outside they hear the police vehicle drive off with a departing whine of a siren. Bronwyn leads him into the untouched kitchen and starts to sort out their beverages. "Probably not," Jack says, following along while rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. He really needs that coffee. Goblin, whom has just watched the proceedings suspiciously from a corner, now wags his tail a bit and crowds the kitchen even further in the hopes of a snack perhaps. "I'll help you clean up, and I can fix the broken stuff for you." "You don't have to do that" Bronwyn smiles as she pours out some coffees and then finds some biscuits for Goblin. "You have to do all that rangering stuff. And when was the last time you slept?" She offers him a seat at the dining table before taking one of them herself. "Maybe I should lock up now?" Jack waves a hand. "I'm alright, I just need coffee," he says and smiles back at her. He takes a seat, taking that mug with the same eagerness Goblin accepts a biscuit, crunching it down in a few fast bites. "And I got all the tools to hammer it back together," he adds, "least the ones that are salvageable." Taking a careful sip of the hot brew, he gives her a firm nod. "You should. That guy seemed rather determined to come here. He went through this place like a hurricane - he must've been looking for something. Not found anything left behind? Some old stuff he might've kept here? Maybe he used to live here." "I have no idea who used to live here. It's just a rental as far as I know. Different people could have lived here every sesaon" Bronwyn replies before blowing over the surface of her coffee and then sipping at it. "I didn't even check most of the drawers when I moved in. Left the covers on the furniture. I can ask the people who have stayed over if they found anything but I'm sure they would have said something." "Well, the doctor said they found him roaming the woods around here over a year ago, so whenever he lived here must've been before that. If it was even here. Might just be totally confused about everything," Jack admits, his brain a bit sluggish. Even so, he drums fingers against the mug while he drinks, going over various theories. There's a look around the cabin itself. "I don't know when this place was built," he muses aloud. "Could've been privately owned in the past. I'll have a chat with the current owners, see what they know."