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CHAPTER 2

NOV 7TH | 54℉☀(windy)

▸ Parka up for a cold an--*CHSKSSS--*- windy day in Blackwell folks! I sure do hope--*CHSKSSS--*-search team down at the lake won't--*CHSKSSS--*---*CHSSK--*-trouble out on the waters. Professional divers have been going in since dawn, let's give it up for the professional --*CHSKSSS--*-!!

▸ Old Lady Petunia has paid me to say DO NOT SEEK OUT THE ANGELS--*CHSKSSKK--SK--SSSH--*- In fact, there are no such thing as angels. See how easy that was? No angels, no problem.

▸ And now back to our --*CHSKSSS--*-regularly scheduled programming.

THE RISING IS NOT IN EFFECT

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blackwell, 1pm

[tralineate]

[ she's taking her lunch break from the rescue efforts down at the dam. it's cold enough to freeze her little tits off so she's walking around with a big fat coat over her uniform and a beanie with the BFD logo on it.

she's basically taking a walk around town to get to know it a little better.

but at the moment she needs to go buy lunch so she's walking into the closest convenience store to get a blt, a water bottle and possibly some chips; she's looking at a couple of them in the chips aisle. ]

haha no one replied so you get more threads with me sry

[singlestrand]

[ the chips aisle is where isabella had found the most comfort. typically, these kinds of snacks were something she didn't resort to-- anything she cooked was far superior than crispy potatoes or too-salty pretzel sticks. but for some reason, this is what she found. a small basket attached to her arm, she had taken it upon herself to shovel quite the collection of foodstuffs into it.

at the moment, the very disheveled isabella was deciding whether to go for the BBQ potato chips or the classic sour cream and onion. decisions. seeing what appeared to be a firelady--dedicated to helping the people of blackwell (her reasoning)--she shuffled the basket on her arm to allow herself to hold up the two bags of chips. ]

Which one should I go with?

[ on top of the gummi bears, the circus peanuts, the trail mix, the various bottles of soda, the popcorn, the famous amos cookies and the candy bars already stuffed in her basket. ]

[tralineate]

[ she pulls her attention away from her own selection when someone apparently addresses her. luckily for izzy, nicola is actually a friendly person and isn't going to ditch her or the conversation. she seems to weigh in the options, making a humming sound in thought, and points to the bbq ones in the end because, come on, asking an australian that will always get you the barbie answer ]

That one. [ she smiles a small, but pleasant smile before grabbing her own ketchup potatoes. her eyes happen to glance to her basket and she scoffs a bit in amusement ]

Where's the party at?

Blackwell, Chew, 1045

[espish]

[it was a rough day and a rough night. he's found little solid evidence of the missing kids and little... less solid evidence of them either. he's spent the last couple days doing what's amounted to aimless wandering, for all he had good intentions. the french quarter wasn't any more helpful alone and dry than it had been with ben in the rain.

and then there was the fun last night at the bar, with the screaming and the breaking glasses and the drama.

and the whiskey.

sam regrets the whiskey.

what he needs right now is something fried please and a lot of coffee.]

[secretagents]

[ he's not alone thinking so. after Petre left to school Jacob found himself alone at home and fast came to the conclusion that he couldn't handle it so here he is. with the exception that he doesn't regret any drop of the whiskey. ]

[ signs at Sam to come join his table. ]

[eternalboy]

[ *Ben is here too, most likely. ]

[espish]

[it takes him a minute to notice the guy waving at him. and even then, sam looks back down at his menu, assuming the guy must've meant someone else. but when sam looks behind him, there's no one there, and when he looks back up he realizes the guy did mean him. that's weird.

he's only ordered coffee so far, which hasn't arrived yet, so it's pretty easy to pick up his menu and hat and move to the other guy's table.]

Morning. I don't think I caught your name, last night...

[pretty sure "sadsack" isn't your real name guy.]

[espish]

[waves his hat at ben as he passes. hey favorite cop.

it's not a close race.]

Gainsbourg Resort, 2pm

[eternalboy]

[ there's a garbage bag laying sideways along with several cardboard boxes in the hallway on the second floor. they're not filled with trash but with clothes and packagings of various phones and game platforms with all the manuals and spare parts still neatly in little plastic bags. Ben doesn't even own most of those things anymore but it's clear he has never bothered to go through the stuff and throw away the ones he doesn't need. ]

[ but yeah. he's finally moving out of the hotel. he carries out another cardboard box to the hallway and sets it down. this one is filled with paperbacks. ]

[tralineate]

[ she doesn't have any reason to be at the resort other than to explore some more of blackwell. the fire department told her that it was the job for the day (well, week, really, but they won't be giving her a lot of free time once the real work starts), to get familiar with every little corner of the place and they told her to check out the resort since they get calls from there once in a while, so she's still wearing the uniform, though partially hidden by her parka. it will be a familiar style for the bwers in short time.

she stops walking when she notices the cardboard box laying in the hallway and tilts her head when she spots a particular comicbook ]

Oh, ace. [ she crouches near it and picks up the superboy volume from the late 90s and starts reading through it ]

[eternalboy]

[ looks up from the cardboard box he was setting down. ]

Hey, where's the fire?

[ maybe you should put that down and do your work. ]

[nowheres]

[VISITS OLD LADY PETUNIA has a bible with him. yay.

feel free to approach crazy jesus kid before he gets there]

[sabotagen]

[ spots neighbor kid out and about in town. ]

[ follows him like every sane person would. ]

[nowheres]

[isn't freaked out?? notices when he's turning a corner and sees her. oh he recognizes u. stops and waves!]

Hello. Good day.

first united methodist church (blackwell), all day

[ex_vacuous481]

[ it's time for the annual thanksgiving canned food drive, held in the parking lot of first united. cypress is organizing it this year, so she'll be running about helping stack boxes and taking in new cans. come, feed the needy for thanksgiving! they're really going to love their canned green beans and corn. a turkey truck flipped over on the interstate the other day and donated hundreds of turkeys to the cause-- these people are going to love jesus by the end of thanksgiving, okay. ]

the only thai place in blackwell, 6pm [reserved]

[brabble]

[ hell is paved with good intentions and, god, is sophie's path full of those with atrocious results. maybe it's the panic still lingering from lost lake, maybe it's the fact that her best friend is mad at her that leads her to take extreme measures; whatever it is, it's complimented by thai. getting proper food for free doesn't sound as thrilling as it would if the circumstances weren't the one's she's currently dealing with.

she almost decides against it but if izzy isn't talking, then she'll find out through other means. it's stronger than her. she walks there even if it's a little far away from her workplace. it's been a very busy day and one full of anxiety. she can't wait for it to be over. especially because it's cold as balls and she should have thought of that before deciding that a flannel plaid over brown leggings and her big, warm denim jacket were enough. she's fidgeting. maybe she shouldn't have come. but it's for the best, right?

ugghhhh. ]

[ex_typea255]

[she doesn't wait for people, so she shows up a few minutes after the designated time after sophie's had enough time to do her will she won't she dance just long enough to maybe think she wasn't going to show up and she touches the back of her elbow to announce herself, ignoring whatever she has to say in response to nod over her head at the waitress in charge of seating.]

I'm glad you came. [pls. as if she was going to say no. ps ur ass looks fine in those leggings. she herself is not sporting such a wintry lesbian look and is done up in her usual slacks over pointy heels and blazer look. it's smart. just because she's in blackwell doesn't mean she should dress stupid.]

[brabble]

[ excuse u this is prime redneck hipster couture. you can eat your pradas. she jerks a little when she gets the nudge and frowns, still a little jumpy but nevertheless doesn't say anything in return. well, she does, but it's a mumbled out noise of the "whatever" variety before ducking her chin against the scarf around her like an awkward turtle. ]

Yeah, I did. [ rolls her eyes a little ] You left me hanging. [ about that answer

she wants to fix this, man. help a sister out. for childhood times. or whatever. ]

9.30pm that shady club Izzy wanted to go to

[eternalboy]

[ we're skipping the journey there because we already had one motorcycle thread. he showed up on Izzy's door on time because he's excited enough to care about the timing. here we are now. at this club in Elkins. wohooo. ]

wow

[singlestrand]

[ just for the record, izzy found the sluttiest club dress to wear that barely covers her ass and her shoes may or may not be four inch heels. suffice to say, she is eager to get inside-- it's cold as hell. she fluffs out her curls and hands her coat to the coat checker at the front, shoving the number down into her clutch.

the loud music was already pounding, dozens of people spread out on the dance floor. the perfect venue for her and ben. she didn't have to talk, not much. the amount of men lurking around was a bit of a letdown, but given her choice of company herself she couldn't exactly have gone anywhere else. ]

Get us some drinks?

[ she had to say the words in his ear for him to hear them, her lips tickling his skin. ]

[eternalboy]

[ thanks for clearing that up because it's a pretty big deal for Ben. like a great thing. thanks for that dress, lord. thank you jesus. ]

[ leans to her when he notices she's about to say something, thoroughly enjoying the intimacy caused by the noise. he nods in answer and disappears for a short moment only to return with drinks. without saying anything he steers them somewhere more quiet where they can settle in before heading to the dance floor. ]

What made you want to come just here?

Black Rock Lake | 3:00pm

[overworn]

[ she couldn't sleep well after her trip last night, but it's not going to slow her down. she's been helping the hunt since early in the morning, now tracing the shores for anything that's washed up. the wind is unforgiving, but she soldiers on through it in a dinky loaned parka. ]

alexis' place then the tijuana tequila patio, 6:30ish pm

[ex_vacuous481]

[ she had been eager to pick up alexis only because she had gotten her junk car to work-- for once. although she had many means to get what she wanted, it seemed that fate did not want her to have a working car. but it was functioning now and that was all that mattered.

she pulled up to the residence, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel before shutting off the vehicle and slipping outside. cypress had shoved on a pink sundress and a white cardigan to combat the cold. she had attempted a bit of makeup but overall, it was a mexican restaurant. there wasn't a reason to be too dressy. she hoped alexis thought along the same lines.

cypress stood up straight and made her way to the front door, ringing the doorbell. she shifted her pastel green bag on her arm and tucked some hair behind her ear, trying to play the part of that girl on a nervous first date. it would be one of her more difficult roles. ]

Harry's Apt | Afternoon

[toddy]

[ waiting for her maybe obvious not so obvious booty call slash hang out no pressure. she has no idea what happened with noah the night before and hasn't thought to ask. but looks like iggy azalea is still interested, so she'll see it through. ]

[tralineate]

[ it doesn't take her too long after getting the text with the address; she has been wandering around blackwell doing exactly what she was told to, aka getting familiar with the place. it does take her longer than one would if she knew the place properly, but eventually manages to find the street. she parks the car but leaves the motor running and sends her a text, Waiting in my car. I think I got the place right. and lowers the volume of the radio. it's an interesting station they have around here.

it's a little too cold outside to wait out of her car, but it's a black pick up truck with its lights on, so harry should find it pronto. ]