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[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.!]

[Smile, Mayfield, you're on camera!

Crowe's out and about on town with a spiffy new Canon camera that he bought with some of his savings as a paper boy. After learning that Seychelles was droned now - one of the friends he's had in Mayfield the longest, and his partner in crime in the blitzball team - and that it was looking permanent, he decided to pass on practice today to try teach himself how to use this thing. He's used to digital cameras and cell phones from 2010, not these old things. It's got a bit of a learning curve, but he thinks he's getting the hang of it. As long as he keeps his fingers out of the way of the lens, that is. He's mostly in the park, but he can be found all over town taking photos of people and places that look interesting. He'll definitely stop any of his friends and ask if he can snap a shot of you, as well as any willing volunteers. Strike a pose for him?

Later in the day, despite the on-coming cold of winter, Crowe's still hanging out at the park. His schoolbag is full of books and papers, but he's currently writing in what looks to be a journal or ledger. He often stops, looking lost in thought, or as if he's trying to remember something. He'll shake his head to clear and get back to work. Care to interrupt?]

[First, a call!]

Um, i-is everyone alright out there? I-I know a lot of people were acting weird the last few days... i-it wasn't anything like with the tea party incident, was it? Just, ah, making sure.

[And then, action!

Crowe's been hard to find the last few days after school and practice. Why? He's on some stake-outs, and one of the only things he's really really good at is being unseen. He's great at moving silently and traveling in shadows like a good thief, and he wishes to keep his skills sharp. Plus, he has work to do for Olivier.

You might see him if you're good at finding oversized ninjas hiding in shadows and trees, but otherwise, forget it. He's spending his time by keeping an eye on City Hall, the Police Station, and the Dairy. He doesn't expect to see anything, but he's doing as instructed. With his Night Watch duties with Vimes and his usual insomnia (he's STILL camping in the park thanks to Mukuro, and it's starting to get a bit cold at night), he's not getting much sleep again.

So the usual attentive teacher's pet is falling asleep during classes. Teachers, care to throw some chalk at his head? Embarrass him in front of everyone? Students, care to throw paper planes at his head? draw on his face? Or maybe kindly wake him up?]

[Residents of 1247 Williams may notice the car is gone, and it's not dear old not-dad who's driving it about the neighborhood like a maniac today. Actually, it's Crowe driving it about the neighborhood like your grandma on Sunday.

He had a few weeks of driver's ed back home, and studied up on it while here in Mayfield. But he's never been behind the wheel before. And, well, being Crowe, he doesn't want to be a bother and make anyone have to teach him, so he's decided to get some practice. How hard could it be? It seemed simple enough, right?

Yeah, right.

It's not going so well for him, but he's not giving up yet! He can be found in several places today driving around town:

- blocking up traffic driving SUPER SLOW. He's too afraid to take it over 25 or so. When someone honks at him, he makes a squeaking noise, speeds up for a few seconds before slowing down again.
- taking a turn too sharp or too wide, and running into various things, or....people?! Look out, innocent bystanders! He'll miss the occasional traffic sign, too focused on driving.
- The family car has seen better days since dear ol' Milkman Dan has gotten into town, and occasionally there's some malfunctioning. Maybe the bumper as fallen off, perhaps the radiator has started to spout steam. Nothing to panic over, right? Except this is Crowe. Of course there's some panicking.
- attempting to parallel park. OH THE HUMANITY. Pray that's not your car he's parking by.
- a surprise empty whiskey bottle has rolled out from under the seat and lodged itself under the pedals. From within the car can be heard "OhGodOhGodOhGod---!" Better get out of his way, Mayfield!]

[It's a beautiful Monday morning in spring! And aren't you thrilled that for the first time in several days that your newspapers are delivered on time? They're actually delivered early enough that they're there before you wake up. How wonderful!

After finishing his route, Crowe cheerfully skips off to school. I mean, he hasn't been there in several days, hopefully he can catch up, right? And all for that silly combat training he's been doing with Coach Jecht. But he's in such a great mood this morning he barely noticed his screaming muscles or bruised joints. Golly, sure hope the teachers aren't mad! Especially since it's getting so close to the end of the year! Maybe he'll ask coach if he can take a break so he's ready for finals.

... it's when he gets to the entrance of the school that the droning wears off, and Crowe suddenly stops as he realizes what's going on. He sort of stares in horror at nothing in particular. Good lord, that was scary. And it only lasted a few hours. Not wanting to tempt fate further, he goes off to class.

Something's different about Crowe lately though. He's quiet, and there's not as many smiles offered to one and all, as usual. He's still polite as ever, and pays attention in class, even trying to get notes for what he missed over the last few days from classmates and teachers. Most notably however, is that it looks like someone's been kicking the crap out of him lately. Mostly because someone HAS been - Crowe had been skipping school and his paper route to do some martial arts training with his blitzball coach. While athletic, Crowe couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag, and Jecht has been absolutely merciless on the boy. He's doing his best to not show how sore he is though. And as the school week progresses, he'll grow more quiet, more exhausted, but there will never be one word of complaint from him. Not one ill word.

Luckily for him, he's been too distracted and completely missed Mother's Day, and even the new face in his home.]

[A quick call, unfiltered.]

Please excuse my negligence the last few days regarding the paper delivery. It won't happen again.

[Some folks around Mayfield may notice something in the past few days - your wallet is missing. You had it in your pocket one moment, and then, like magic, it's gone! And no matter how many coat pockets you tear through, or couch cushions you overturn, or car seats you rummage under, you just can't seem to find it.

That is, until the next morning, when you go to get your mail and, just like magic once again, there sits your wallet. Everything you had inside it is still there - as a matter of fact, it might even be more organized than you last remembered. You don't see anyone around, and besides the Milkman, the only one that had been by was your paperboy sometime after that. But that was fairly early this morning...]

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[Besides some decoration planning for the dance, Crowe hasn't really come home much, other than to sleep, which he hasn't been doing much of anyway (despite the fact that blitzball practice was really wearing him out). Anyone else who's a night owl may see him walking the streets, or sitting in the park. You'll always be greeted when he passes with a genuine smile and a greeting.

It's late one night where he sneaks back into his own home, too tired to stay out any longer, and makes it up a tree to a hallway window. He swiftly opens the window and sneaks in silently. Mayfield's security may as well been from the stone age compared to what he was used to, and it made this sort of thing way too easy. But he wasn't watching himself well enough, and in his sleepy state snags his foot on the window, and stumbles inwards - directly into Sniper, who was just leaving the bathroom. Crowe staggers back a few steps, two wallets falling from his coat pocket as he does. He gives Sniper a startled expression, eyes wide, looking from the wallets back then back to Sniper.

Sniper grins. "Well well. What have you been up to, Little Mister Perfect?"]

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