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perfectsymmetry[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.]
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Date: 2011-09-01 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-01 12:48 pm (UTC)You know, I almost wish I could say I didn't believe that.
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Date: 2011-09-01 12:51 pm (UTC)Ah. I don't think we've met, by the way. I'm Calleo Crowe. [Crowe would definitely remember meeting a fellow Irishman.]
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Date: 2011-09-01 01:34 pm (UTC)[Because screw it, the kid sounded like he had an accent and it had been too long since Lancer had freaked someone out like that. He thought it was pretty damn funny half the time.]
Just call me Lancer. Nice to meet you, kid.
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Date: 2011-09-01 09:14 pm (UTC)Ah, did you say... you did, didn't you. Ah. N-Nice to meet you too.
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