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perfectsymmetry) wrote2011-08-31 10:10 pm
perfectsymmetry) wrote2011-08-31 10:10 pm
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[Action 1: Coming across a droned Kay Faraday while on his paper route was startling to Crowe. It practically gave him chills. Immediately excusing himself from her, he made his way over to her house. There would be an easy way to tell if it was permanent, and that would be her belongings. One look through the living room window would confirm the worst - her big flat screen TV was gone.
Just to make sure, the young thief quickly snuck his way around the back and up to Kay's room while she was still out. Sure enough, her Little Thief computer was gone too. Heartbroken, Crowe collects his former friend's notes she had on their investigative work, and slipped back out, hopefully unnoticed by her housemates.]
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[Phone call filtered from drones/NPCs. Crowe sounds distracted.]
Ah. Everyone might here the drones whispering about the bowling alley. O-Or I think for some, maybe the hotel or a camping trip? Last year it was Makeout Point... A-Anyway, sometime soon we're all going to be stuck somewhere for a few hours. Nothing bad should happen if it's like last time, but you never know what Mayfield will do. Last year we all were, um, paired up in cars for several hours. Ah, the teens I mean. The adults were in the hotel and the kids were at camp, I believe. So. Um. Just to warn you all.
Uh, also, if anyone knows Kay Faraday, she... she's gone now. For good. I thought I'd just. Let people know.
[There's a moment of silence before he hangs up.]
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[Action 2: Oh look, a package for Crowe! Standing at the mailbox, Crowe opens it up, wondering what he has left for the town to send him. Inside is a small, well-worn soccer ball, obviously meant for young child. He gives it a fond smile, turning it over in his hands. His first name is scrawled on it in childish handwriting.]
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[Action 3: Later, Crowe can be found at the diner, sitting in a corner booth by himself with a milkshake. What else would his old BFF do in this situation by cure it with ice cream?
It doesn't seem to be working though. He's barely touched it, opting to sit there with his headphones in, drowning the world out.]
Just to make sure, the young thief quickly snuck his way around the back and up to Kay's room while she was still out. Sure enough, her Little Thief computer was gone too. Heartbroken, Crowe collects his former friend's notes she had on their investigative work, and slipped back out, hopefully unnoticed by her housemates.]
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[Phone call filtered from drones/NPCs. Crowe sounds distracted.]
Ah. Everyone might here the drones whispering about the bowling alley. O-Or I think for some, maybe the hotel or a camping trip? Last year it was Makeout Point... A-Anyway, sometime soon we're all going to be stuck somewhere for a few hours. Nothing bad should happen if it's like last time, but you never know what Mayfield will do. Last year we all were, um, paired up in cars for several hours. Ah, the teens I mean. The adults were in the hotel and the kids were at camp, I believe. So. Um. Just to warn you all.
Uh, also, if anyone knows Kay Faraday, she... she's gone now. For good. I thought I'd just. Let people know.
[There's a moment of silence before he hangs up.]
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[Action 2: Oh look, a package for Crowe! Standing at the mailbox, Crowe opens it up, wondering what he has left for the town to send him. Inside is a small, well-worn soccer ball, obviously meant for young child. He gives it a fond smile, turning it over in his hands. His first name is scrawled on it in childish handwriting.]
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[Action 3: Later, Crowe can be found at the diner, sitting in a corner booth by himself with a milkshake. What else would his old BFF do in this situation by cure it with ice cream?
It doesn't seem to be working though. He's barely touched it, opting to sit there with his headphones in, drowning the world out.]
Phone
[Crowe had just said that. But he couldn't seem to think of anything better to say than that.]
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Yeah. I'm sorry, Lucas.
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[Whether because his voice had jumped up two octaves, because it had softened to a squeak, or because Crowe probably knows him well enough by this point to guess, Lucas can probably be assumed to have begun crying.]
Sorry. ...Hold on.
[There will be silence or general static-y noises for a few moments as he moves away from the phone.]
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OK. Sorry.
Um. Right. It's probably... good. She... S-She was pretty upset about Yamamoto.
[Although his voice is relatively calm now, he manages to put three 'ma's into Yamamoto.]
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[The latter part more a sniffle than an actual syllable, Lucas takes it as a cue to shut up again for another few seconds.]
S-So... So... All her things are gone and everything...?
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[The same soft little squeak again as Lucas exhales deeply.]
...Make sure you hold onto them, OK? I know... you guys went through a lot together.
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I've probably have most of it. The Westport things... We found the first note in the library together.
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[He just... sighs. He's not sure what he'll do without her.]
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[Lucas sounds like the last thing he wants to do is go through her things. As usual, the thought invoked strong memories... of those who had gone from Mayfield in the past, and of the morning when he'd painstakingly removed all of Claus's clothes from their shared closet.]
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[He trails off vaguely and takes a few breaths before resuming speech again in a whisper.]
Thank you. I'll see you later, OK? Bye.
[Even the sound of the phone hanging up is muted.]