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[Phone call filtered from drones]

Ah, happy "new" year, Mayfield. I-I'm glad I'm back to being myself, o-or more like everyone recognize that I'm me again. Did anyone catch that radio broadcast? It was on late. I-I was wondering if anyone else could make out what was said at the end, there, or what you thought about it.

Speaking of the new year, my birthday is coming up near the end o-of the month. I'll be 18. How many people here have turned 18 while here, and have woken up as an "adult" soon after? I've been wondering if that's what will happen to me.

Um. I've done a lot of baking during that whole, um, previous incident. I really didn't have much else to do... So if anyone's interested in coming over to my place and having some, feel free too.

[This is Crowe-speak for "I'm lonely, please come hang out with me." Anyone is welcome to stop by his house, where he'll be readying tea and cookie for visitors.

Later, Crowe will be found at his usual haunt, the rec center. Today he'll be borrowing the gymnastic balance beams. He's no gymnast, but he's got great balance and speed. He'll be running up and down the beam, going frontwards, backwards and sideways, trying to go as fast as he can without falling off. He does pretty well but he does have the occasional slip up or fall to the mats. Care to pop over?]

[A) Crowe is out for a walk today, looking exhausted as he sometimes does. Nightmares have been back after the zombie incident, so he hasn't been sleeping well. He yawns as he casually tosses papers to people's houses... but they're not going where they should be. They might be heading through your window, into the garden or right for your head. Oops.

B) After he's done doing his paper deliveries after school, Crowe will be out to check on all of his friends to make sure they're doing alright. Feel free to say he's stopping by your house, or that he meets you somewhere in town. Also, he'll be stopping by 846 Goldberg St. to see his two friends who live there, carrying a bag with him. Crowe's not much of a cook, but he's brought some dinner by! Knock knock.

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C) Phone call, filtered from drones:]

Ah, h-hi everyone. I hope you're all recovering well after... all that. Um. Anyway. I was wondering... awhile ago, we used to play this crazy sport called Blitzball. Think of it as something like underwater rugby. It takes a lot of work, but it's really fun. W-We used to have a coach and a team for it, but they're pretty much all gone now... But, um, if anyone's interested, I'll teach you how to play. I don't know if we'll get enough for two teams, a-and we don't have the veteran coach and the proper ball, but I'm willing to try. If anyone's interested, maybe we can meet this weekend at the high school's indoor pool. Let me know.

After last week's truthful phone call, Crowe's daring to venture outside again. He really hates wasting the nice summer weather, after all. So it's time to get back to life as usual in Mayfield. As usual as it ever gets, anyway.

A) How does Crowe vent frustration? SPORTS! Well, in this case, martial arts practice. Crowe's been training religiously in Mayfield in his long stint here, and has had a few different trainers. Today, he'll be teaching the boxing equipment a lesson it'll never forget, complete with some yelling as he throws some punches and kicks. Who knew Crowe had it in him? That meek personality hides a fierce fighter underneath. He tries to go to the rec center just as it opens, hoping there will be less people for him to bother with all the noise. But there's bound to be some other early birds there, right? Maybe some who want to see what's going on, or maybe even spar.

B) Later that day, exhausted from his workout, Crowe heads to his usual hangout, the park. He's working at a picnic table in the shade, and in front of him lies his dozens of newly-developed photos. Crowe takes pictures of all non-droned people in town, and has been doing so for months. He's looking through the new ones, pictures spread out on the table that anyone passing by could see. You might be in there, or someone you know. He has his old albums there with him too, and is sorting them all away. His iPhone is sitting on the bench next to him, quietly playing music. Some of the older ones he flips through, looking over the ones of his now droned friends sadly. Once in awhile, a breeze picks a photo or two up, and he has to chase after. Maybe it blows your way?

Tucked away in one of the albums is also a piece of paper that you might find him looking over. Ciel gave it to him months ago, and he's still trying to figure out what it could mean.

( Over the week/introspection/angry teenager inside here )

[Crowe's up to a lot the next few days. You'll find him:

A) Skipping classes and curiously lingering in the lunch rooms and hallways of Mayfield High. He hasn't practiced pickpocketing in ages, and wants to get back into the habit. Although rusty, he's good at it. He'll be aiming for drones, students and teachers alike, but outright avoiding friends. He won't be going for anything too big, just watches, wallets, easily accessed jewelry, things like that. Of course, with all the new people incoming recently, he might not realize you're a drone, and today you might be missing something from your pocket or schoolbag.

After classes, he'll be out on a parkbench sorting through what he has, mostly looking uninterested in it... unless he happened to find something valuable or different. He's making no effort to hide this, either. Feel free to approach.

B) At the rec center, giving the boxing equipement one hell of a beating. Thanks to constant practice, he's actually getting pretty good, but he looks pretty exhausted. He uses a strange combination of tawkwondo moves and out and out vicious street brawling. Sparring partners, anyone?

C) Sitting up in a tree in the park, reading a novel. A white tomcat lounges with him. The trees are only budding, so he can be seen easily up there. Now that the weather's warming up again, this is where he spends any free time he manages to find. Occasionally he stops to look at and fiddle with a small metal pendant on a chain he's using as a bookmark. Strange for someone so young to look nostalgic, but that's the only way to describe the look he's giving it.

( private action - locked to 1489 Kramden )

[Today Crowe can be found in two places:

A) If for some reason you're not at school or work early this afternoon, and hang around the closest thing Mayfield has to a foresty area, you'll come across Crowe sitting at the edge of Makeout Point, looking morose as he watches the town below. Next to him is a small box that he considered throwing over the peak in an effort to forget all the people Mayfield continues to bring into his life, only to take them away again. In the end he doesn't have the guts to do it, and sits there for a long time stewing in his own teenage angst. This is what he gets for being too attached to the people here, isn't it?

B) Later in the afternoon, Crowe returns home. All over the lawn of 1247 Williams is what looks like a makeshift obstacle course. Tires, some stolen road cones, wood shop sawhorses and various bits from his garage are placed carefully around the yard. Despite the cold weather, he's out there in his gym clothes, repeatedly running his course over and over again. Crowe's not good at many things, but being agile and fast is something he does very well. He leaps over things, over the sawhorses, hops in and out of the tires with great precision. Occasionally he trips up, cursing in Italian as he does, but for the most part does very well. He'll rearrange stuff to keep things interesting, and keeps at this project well into the night, despite looking exhausted and unhappy with his progress. Feel free to watch/question/join in, etc.!]

[Well, let's try to ignore traumatic date night, shall we? Crowe has other news to report to you all.

Call filtered from Rue:]

Um. I said I would let people know if I found out anything about what happened to those of us who were... victimized last week. Those of us who were infected with whatever it was. Mr. Hughes and I spoke with Rue, but it, ah, predictably didn't go very well. But, what we could gather from it was that it was due to something she slipped into drinks, that the town gave back to her. I think she knew it would do something strange to us, but not specifically what. And that once it started she had no way of stopping it. I figure that mostly from the fact that she herself was not affected by it.

But... I encourage you all to not do anything drastic. Please. She... I think she realizes how bad this all was, and is guilty enough about it. I don't think it'll happen again.

[A pause, and a quite sigh.] At least I hope not.

Anyway, I hope everyone is alright after, ah... a-all these recent events.

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[Later, Crowe can be found back at the park per usual, with trees and ropes and the whatnot. Today he's got a rope tied in a high tree branch straight up vertically, trying his best to climb up it using only his arms. Woo upper body strength training! It's pretty tough, but he's going at a slow but steady pace. Surely there's no ulterior motives behind all this training lately...]

_{[[OOC: Chrona-mun, feel free to keep backtagging the date if you want~]]}

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