“And none of it can be replaced quickly or cheaply is any of it gets wet,” D replied from behind Mason as he looked over the checklist in his hands. “Ms. Teller, if you want to save anything that we shot today we need to get inside before the rain hits. I could break down the numbers but that would take far too long and in that time, we would lose valuable equipment. So, if you would not mind opening the mansion and letting us set up in there before it rains I would greatly appreciate it.”<br/><br/>Daewon Brek, though he generally just went by “D”, manager of equipment and general bossy guss when it comes to the technical side of the process. His ball cat from some unknown sports team was turned back on his head to allow him an unobstructed view of the area. It was on more for comfort than a need of protection from the sun, his Egyptian ancestry saw to that well enough, which made him generally prefer warmer weather and climates. But, here in the states, one has to adapt and he was no one to just quickly give up on a job, especially not when it involved a chance to capture some incredible footage. Already his blue eyes were alight with the expectation of fun and adventure. To be one of those who were able to record the supernatural and share it with the world.<br/><br/>What more could he ask for in his career?<br/><br/>“Come on, Mason, I’ll help you out,” pen tucked behind his ear he grabbed the heavier bag and lifted it with a grunt and grimace but still managed to carry it over to the front steps of the mansion. A quick trot to the van he left the other bag to Mason and instead went in to grab up one of the large trunks that held the miscellaneous equipment that they might need for this project. Heat sensors, various sound devices and emps. You name it and he had it stowed away in one of the many trunks and crap he brought along for the film. By the time he had his last cases unloaded and at the door waiting to be brought into the building, the wind had picked up just a bit. The hat on his head was removed for a moment to enjoy the breeze, which allowed him to rake his fingers through his now slightly damp dark locks. Cut short long the sides save for the top, he enjoyed being able to “style” it from time to time, which often meant just a bit of product to the overall pin-straight nature of his hair.<br/><br/>Hand rubbed along his chin and reminded him that he needed to trim up his beard when they were done with the whole film. It would be pointless to shave now as it was not like he would be on camera at any time. Plus, there was the point that the beard made him look a bit tougher and who knew it might keep the ghosts from messing with him? That was a possibility, right?