Sarah made no effort to help the guys move the equipment. Her job was to direct, not do menial labor. She really wished she could watch Jade's take on what would be their opening scene of the documentary. Unfortunately, the thunder was agreeing with what her crew was telling her, it was going to rain. They really couldn't let expensive equipment get damaged. They had to stay in their budget or there would be no money to be made. She leaned against the wall as they waited.<br/><br/>Gavin stacked the last case on top of so many others at the door, carefully balanced on what had become a very elegantly built tower of other, larger cases. He threw his arms over the top of their masterpiece, leaning on it for support as he laid his head down against the cold metal and hard plastic, idly eyeing the door. He examined it for a moment, then stood upright and examined it a bit closer. The large double doors of the hospital were chained shut with three different locks, the metal links wound tight through the door handles.<br/><br/>"Hey, wasn't that guy supposed to already be here by now to let us in?" he asked, more or less to just make conversation. 'That guy' was the owner of the property, and grandson of Dr. James Green. In a way, he was kind of glad that the man hadn't shown up yet; it'd be cool to get to see him and maybe get a couple minutes of interview with him. It was still close enough to the time he had told them he'd meet them and let them in, so he wasn't too worried.<br/><br/>"He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago." Sarah replied to Gavin in annoyance. She was the type of person who thought if you were on time, you were late. She always showed up to any event ten to fifteen minutes early. It drove her nuts that not everyone in the world was as punctual as her. It also pissed her off that the weather decided to do what it wanted to do and she wouldn't be able to see the rough footage of Jade's intro until they were inside. Not that Sarah would ever tell the guys they had been right. She rarely ever admitted when she was wrong. She decided they would need to have a scene with Jade unlocking the asylum's door. Once the weather cleared up.<br/><br/>Jade had stepped aside a little after Sarah had given the order to cut. She was hoping that the current owner of the building wouldn’t be too long. It seemed like it was going to rain and she really didn’t want to be there when the pour hit. Shrugging her shoulders - Jade’s motto was ‘nothing good can come of worrying about things you can’t fix’ -, the young woman took her phone out of her bag. After moving about a little for signal - it wasn’t as good as she would have liked, she made a quick call home, just to let her family know she was all right.<br/><br/>Thunder roared and rolled through the sky, echoing through what was largely nothing. They were surrounded on all sides by trees and plains, with not a house to be found for miles. The thunder continued on and off for a few minutes, and then the rain hit all at once, a wall of white hammering down on the ground around them. Their only saving grace was the awning above their equipment and their heads, though it came just close enough to his canvas tripod bag that he walked over to the edge of the awning and leaned down to pick it up. He threw the strap over his shoulder just as a pair of lowbeams cut through the waterfall that seemed to be at war with the earth. A small black Ford Focus pulled up next to their van and its windshield wipers slowed down and then halted altogether. Only a few seconds went by before the door flew open and shut just as quickly, a meek and unassuming gentlemen jogging up to meet them at the door.<br/><br/>"About fucking time."<br/><br/>Sarah grumbled when to no one in particular when the Ford Focus pulled up. She pushed herself off the wall and walked over with Gavin to meet Matthew Green.<br/><br/>"Hello!" he greeted, shaking the water out of his hair and running his hands through it a couple of times. He was an awkward sort of man; relatively short, lanky, with a nervous look to him that screamed that he was mid-40s and close to a midlife crisis. The man wiped his hands dry on his mostly-dry khaki pants and extended a hand for someone to take. "I'm sorry I'm late. I'm Matthew Green, we talked over the phone."<br/><br/>Gavin hadn't been the one to talk to him, ever, but he reached his hand out to shake anyway. "Gavin," he introduced with a polite smile, before his other hand went for his camera. It was never not time for business. "I hate to ask, but do you mind if we film? If we can, I think we were all hoping for an interview. It'd be really great to get perspective from someone who's known the building for a while." Mr. Green's hand slipped from his own uncertainly, but Gavin really paid no mind. He turned his camera on and hoisted it up onto his shoulder, though he kept away from the record button to wait until everyone had prepared, and for Mr. Green to actually agree to be on camera.<br/><br/>Sarah saw that Mr. Green was pretty uncertain. Sarah told him.<br/><br/>"I'm Sarah, the director, and this is Jade."<br/><br/>Sarah said, motioning Jade to join them. Any interviewing would be done by the face of their documentary. Sarah hoped that Mr. Green would agree to it. She couldn't force him though, and tried to be a little nicer to him then she was with the people who worked with her.<br/><br/>"Hearing from you, the grandson of the Doctor James Green, about this place...It would be really good for the documentary. I promise we won't take up much of your time."<br/><br/>"Ah..," Mr. Green said, eyeing the camera almost nervously, his brows pulled down in tangible concern. Gavin peeked at him from around his camera's playback screen, patiently waiting for an answer. The man seemed to shake out his nervousness and nod his head, though his smile was someone forced and almost pained. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What do you want to know?"<br/><br/>Sarah grinned when Mr. Green agreed and whispered to Jade a few things she should ask him. Then she motioned for Gavin to start recording.<br/><br/>Jade had just finished her call when Sarah motioned for her to come closer. Shoving her phone back in place, she walked up to the small group. Her keen eye checked the man over, and she nearly shook her head. “Nice meeting you, sir”, she greeted politely, also giving the man a handshake.<br/><br/>After the greeting, Jade waited to see if she would be able to get an interview. That would surely be a good one. Mouthing a soundless ‘yes’ when the man accepted to be interviewed, Jade stashed her bag away again - it wouldn’t do to be on camera with it - and moved to get the work done.<br/><br/>“First of all, Mr. Green, thanks for allowing this interview”, she started, in full professional mode. “I won’t take too much of your time”, the young woman completed, before starting with her questions. The meek well-to-do man nodded politely at her, and watched the camera uncertainly before focusing his attention back on the interviewer.<br/><br/>“Mr. Green, do you come here often, or are you just now coming to the hospital to let us in?”<br/><br/>Mr. Green's fingers entwined themselves loosely in front of his stomach. The main perk of being behind a fairly sizable camera screen was that you could see the people on the other side from a different perspective. Gavin would never pretend that he had majored in psychology in college, but he did take classes for it, and the way Mr. Green was clasping his hands and constantly moving his eyes made him a little uneasy. Like he was somehow really nervous just being around the building. He shouldn't use the word uneasy... to be honest, it made him really excited.<br/><br/>"Oh, I suppose I come here often enough," he said, with a small smile and the slightest inkling of a half-shrug. "The building has been abandoned for years, but I do hire out for general upkeep. It's a very beautiful building, and very rich in history, so whenever someone breaks a window or something like that, I'm around to let repairmen inside to replace it."<br/><br/>“Does this place hold any sort of memories for you? If so, what are those?”<br/><br/>The building's owner chewed the inside cheek, and wet his lips before answering. "I wouldn't say it holds many memories," he said after a moment, then kind of laughed to himself. "I remember breaking my arm on the grand staircase once when I was a kid. My dad used to let me run around the first floor whenever he needed to come and do repairs."<br/><br/>He turned to the two large, elegant double doors to the entrance, whose door handles were bound together with a thick and unforgivingly rusted chain and almost comically over-sized padlock. Gavin followed him with the camera, peering around the side of his screen as Mr. Green ran his fingers lightly over the door's intricate floral woodwork around the frame. "Interestingly enough, my dad actually did all of this himself. He was really into things like that," he went on as he returned to Jade's side in anticipation of the next question. For someone who seemed nervous in an interview, he sure seemed like he liked to talk.<br/><br/>“Did your grandfather leave any notes or journals mentioning what actually happened here?”<br/><br/>At that, he seemed to freeze. "Ah.. none that I'm aware of. He was a very private man, kept a lot to himself. Any journals he had kept were likely long gone soon after the building was shut down."<br/><br/>“Would you ever consider seeing this place running again?”<br/><br/>Mr. Green contemplated that a moment, looking almost fondly at the locked double doors. "I won't lie and say I've never thought about it," he admitted after a fashion. "I've actually pursued the same field as my father and grandfather, and his father before him and so on."<br/><br/>"So you're a doctor, then?" Gavin asked from behind the camera. He wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">technically</span>supposed to be talking, since after all he was just a walking camera, but he found it interesting. He looked over the top of his playback screen. "You treat the mentally ill?" All he got was a nod in response before Jade continued.<br/><br/>After some hesitation - carefully studied - she asked the final question.<br/><br/>“I believe you know about the rumors of hauntings in the Asylum, rumored to be of the deceased patients. Do you believe the rumors? Have you ever seen something that could confirm them?”<br/><br/>And at that, Mr. Green - shit, Gavin,<span style="font-style: italic">Doctor</span>Green - shut down. He stammered over his words, his hand shooting down into his pocket with speed almost on par with that of a bullet just fired from a gun. "Why... why don't I just let you guys inside, huh?" he asked with what was almost panic in his voice. His attention turned on Gavin, who was still acting as the voyeur and looking through his camera and wanting to get as much of the doctor's avoidance of the subject as possible. "You can turn the camera off now."<br/><br/>Ending her questioning for now, Jade would shoot a glance at Sarah, waiting to see if there was anything else she had thought for her to ask Mr. Green. Gavin looked at her too, shrugging wildly at the idea of cutting his feed when they were getting to the good stuff. He was focused so much on the director, in fact, that he didn't see Dr. Green approach him until the man had roughly pushed the camera down, almost slipping from his hands.<br/><br/>Gavin stumbled back a few steps, clutching tight to his Canon to make sure that fuck didn't damage anything. "What the<span style="font-style: italic">fuck</span>man?!" he yelled, turning the camera around to check his lens. The film would have an unflattering shot of his face, but that wasn't anything that couldn't be edited out later. Once he was sure everything was secure, he held it at his side, using his free hand to push Dr. Green back away from him. "The fuck do you think you are?"<br/><br/>The doctor's own outburst seemed to surprise even him, as his hands were shaking violently as they hurriedly fumbled with the keys and padlock. His voice was no more than a murmur, and if he hadn't been directly addressed, Gavin would almost assume that he was mumbling to himself. "I-I'm sorry," he apologized over the sound of the padlock coming undone and the chain being unwoven and clattering to the ground. "I don't know what came over me. It's just.. I get a lot of that question, and there's absolutely no proof of it. At all." He turned back to face the group. "My grandfather did nothing wrong, to anyone."<br/><br/>"Sure," Gavin huffed, blowing past him to yank open one surprisingly heavy wooden door. "The fuck ever man. You can go now."<br/><br/>And just like that, the doctor was gone, repeating his apologies over and over as he made his way down the stairs, only stopping when he was rushing through the rain to get back to his Focus, which subsequently peeled out of the lot, leaving a trail of torn up mud and exhaust after it. In the opposite direction though, Monongalia Lunatic Asylum was waiting for them.