City Name: Dillon Hays Position: Head of security at a local business firm History: Dancing extraordinaire, most people who knew him were surprised when Dillon decided to go down the path of security, but it fit him well enough. Dillion was serious enough when he needed to be, though he didn’t often show it. He was When he didn’t work, he still danced all the time and spent many weekends at clubs with his security team, clumsily teaching his men (and ladies) how to dance with style with minimum results. Though a lousy teacher, his team still adored him and Dillion enjoyed working with them, turning down opportunities for promotions in order to remain with them.
As the head of security, Dillon never managed to gain any sort of reputation beyond that of the people he worked with, that was something that privately upset him, but for the sake of his security team, he never really let on about it. He did have something of a reputation for his dancing, but not for his work as a security guard. Proof: Group photo of him and the rest of the security team
Playing First-person sample: So, let’s get this straight, man. Just so we’re clear. All this, aaaall of it was just some wacky dream? You know, baby, that’s just wild enough that I might believe it. It would ceeeertainly explain this whole Manipulator business, but I sort of liked that dream of mine.
See, I had some unfinished business. So I’d really like to go back. You can dig it, right? Third-person sample: Now, Cabanela had seen some strange things. A corpse vanishing from the morgue? Check. His best friend killing his wife in bizarre and somewhat impossible circumstances? Check. A corpse getting up and threatening him? Check. A corpse shooting him in the head? Double check. A ghost with the same face as the corpse who can manipulate time? …Well after everything else, that wasn’t so strange.
But this whole sleeper business, this whole “everything has been a dream” thing was a bit too strange, even for him. But he wasn’t a detective for nothing. He’d figure out what was going on. At least, he hoped so. Maybe all of that really had been a dream, it would explain a lot. The whole “ghost tricks” thing was certainly something that he could have dreamt up after a night of partying a little too hard in his younger years. But he had spent a decade searching for the Manipulator. He was certain he hadn’t dreamt that up.
He didn’t have the Professor here, which was a shame, because the man was bound to find the entire situation fascinating. There was also a distinct lack of Jowd and his baby, which was more than a little unfortunate. And that ghost with Yomiel’s face. Why did he have Yomiel’s face, anyway? It was more than a little weird.
Well, somehow he’d figure out things. Couldn’t be too hard, right? He’d just have to do it as quietly as possible, the way he had handled things with the Manipulator. Once again, the man missed the Prof. He had a knack for picking up on things that Cabanela wasn’t always immediately able to see, though it wasn’t like he was stupid. He’d find someone out there, hopefully. Someone who wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery as much as he did.
He didn’t believe for one moment than what he had been told was true. Well, maybe he did a little bit. That photograph was pretty good proof. It didn’t look like it had been altered. But he wasn’t about to take everything as a fact just like that. He’d find someone, anyone, who was as confused as him and go from there. Start his investigation over from scratch. That was the plan, and he hoped he could actually pull it off. Did you read the rules? Rules? Wha? ...Okay, yes.
Inspector Cabanela // Ghost Trick 2/2
Name: Dillon Hays
Position: Head of security at a local business firm
History: Dancing extraordinaire, most people who knew him were surprised when Dillon decided to go down the path of security, but it fit him well enough. Dillion was serious enough when he needed to be, though he didn’t often show it. He was When he didn’t work, he still danced all the time and spent many weekends at clubs with his security team, clumsily teaching his men (and ladies) how to dance with style with minimum results. Though a lousy teacher, his team still adored him and Dillion enjoyed working with them, turning down opportunities for promotions in order to remain with them.
As the head of security, Dillon never managed to gain any sort of reputation beyond that of the people he worked with, that was something that privately upset him, but for the sake of his security team, he never really let on about it. He did have something of a reputation for his dancing, but not for his work as a security guard.
Proof: Group photo of him and the rest of the security team
Playing
First-person sample: So, let’s get this straight, man. Just so we’re clear. All this, aaaall of it was just some wacky dream? You know, baby, that’s just wild enough that I might believe it. It would ceeeertainly explain this whole Manipulator business, but I sort of liked that dream of mine.
See, I had some unfinished business. So I’d really like to go back. You can dig it, right?
Third-person sample: Now, Cabanela had seen some strange things. A corpse vanishing from the morgue? Check. His best friend killing his wife in bizarre and somewhat impossible circumstances? Check. A corpse getting up and threatening him? Check. A corpse shooting him in the head? Double check. A ghost with the same face as the corpse who can manipulate time? …Well after everything else, that wasn’t so strange.
But this whole sleeper business, this whole “everything has been a dream” thing was a bit too strange, even for him. But he wasn’t a detective for nothing. He’d figure out what was going on. At least, he hoped so. Maybe all of that really had been a dream, it would explain a lot. The whole “ghost tricks” thing was certainly something that he could have dreamt up after a night of partying a little too hard in his younger years. But he had spent a decade searching for the Manipulator. He was certain he hadn’t dreamt that up.
He didn’t have the Professor here, which was a shame, because the man was bound to find the entire situation fascinating. There was also a distinct lack of Jowd and his baby, which was more than a little unfortunate. And that ghost with Yomiel’s face. Why did he have Yomiel’s face, anyway? It was more than a little weird.
Well, somehow he’d figure out things. Couldn’t be too hard, right? He’d just have to do it as quietly as possible, the way he had handled things with the Manipulator. Once again, the man missed the Prof. He had a knack for picking up on things that Cabanela wasn’t always immediately able to see, though it wasn’t like he was stupid. He’d find someone out there, hopefully. Someone who wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery as much as he did.
He didn’t believe for one moment than what he had been told was true. Well, maybe he did a little bit. That photograph was pretty good proof. It didn’t look like it had been altered. But he wasn’t about to take everything as a fact just like that. He’d find someone, anyone, who was as confused as him and go from there. Start his investigation over from scratch. That was the plan, and he hoped he could actually pull it off.
Did you read the rules? Rules? Wha? ...Okay, yes.