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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

Comments

[ex_typea255]

[excuse she's familiar with her current likes and dislikes via isabelle thank you. they skyped all the time you think she didn't overhear that shit]

Wouldn't you like to know. [leans over the table to boop her nose. her no longer hemorrhaging nose. down amateur journalist. her clients are strictly confidential.]

[brabble]

That's why I a-- [ leans back a little when she's booped and gives her an eyeroll. why y u gotta. ] --I asked. [ but she's already repeating to herself to investigate sudden big moneys around blackwell and elkins. she's going to possibly forget about it until sunday or something because she really is forgetful but she's not going to whip out her notebook and write it down

anyway there's an obscene amount of decent food to be eaten. she should make her talk so she can shovel more in her mouth. ]

That's the only reason you came back, right? [ brb pushing food in mouth ]

[ex_typea255]

No. [it's not that she can't lie to her, she just doesn't get the same satisfaction out of dicking her around as she seems to get out of everyone else. well, insofar as is reasonable. for instance, she still neglects to inform her on the subject further.]

Incidental. And I'm not back. [she will feel the need to inform her of her prolonged visitor status as she does with everyone else though. seriously. just visiting. she would never live here again. come on. it's beneath her]

[brabble]

[ she looks up from her food, expectant eyes meeting hers. no? no what? what's there more to say? come on. tell me. her mouth is too full to demand her to tell her, and she's already on the next subject to cut off further questions when she manages to swallow. and enjoy the taste of real food. she only eats that kind of food around people that can provide for her. how is she not dead from soup noodles is a mystery to everyone. ]

Okay. [ she wipes her mouth on a napkin and tilts her head, frowning a little ] How long are you staying?

[ex_typea255]

A few weeks.

[she usually has plenty to say, so her reticence should be indicative enough that it's not so simple as she wants it to seem. picks at her chicken, peeling a piece of breast meat apart with her fingers into delicate bite sized bits after having abandoned attempting to shred it with chopsticks]

It doesn't matter. The point is I'm getting out as soon as I'm finished...visiting. [ugh. that word. visiting blackwell, why would anyone ever]

[brabble]

[ she watches her work that chicken like she's planning a murder and frowns for a moment. she has taken notice of her evasiveness and her unwillingness to talk, but sophie isn't always in your face about it. sometimes you just have to give a gentle nudge in the right direction.

she'll figure it out somehow. ]

It's not that bad. [ she shrugs, twirling the noodles in the chopsticks. noah and izzy have always been dramatic about blackwell. it's kinda funny. in a way, sophie has plenty of reasons to be over the top about it too (i mean, look at her life) but she handles it pretty well. ]

[ex_typea255]

[how many people were murdered or went missing in the last month alone here.]

You only say that because you've never lived anywhere else. [elkins doesn't count]

[brabble]

[ we all lost count. is "a lot" a number?

she stops moving her chopsticks, chewing the remaining food in her mouth as she looks up at noah. she sighs and shrugs with one shoulder ] It's not for lack of trying. [ but there's too many bills to pay for her to head out to adventure

plus, this whole lost lake thing might be her big break. or death. whichever comes first. ]

And, uhm, thanks again. You know. [ that thing you did. it was nice. i'm gonna mention you being nice. maybe it'll make your heart unturn the stone it has become. ] For what you did.

[ex_typea255]

What?

[she's only made her way through about half the bowl in front of her but it seems like a good place to stop when sophie insists on reminding her of things she was sure they agreed not to bring up. didn't they. it was implied agreement. it's all fun and games until they're talking about shit you don't want to talk about]

I'm through. [waves a finger over the food and raises it to signal to the dumb waiter to get his ass over here. bring her a to go box peon] You can stay, if you want.

[lord knows you need all the food you can get]

[brabble]

What? [ right after her own and blinks, then shakes her head. it was so not implied. okay, it was, but she has selective hearing. it's a character flaw. she checks her phone when it buzzes; it's the alarm. shit, she should go too. meeting ben. but she's never on time for anything so her mind quickly decides the food is worth being late (then again, almost everything is). she turns it off and looks at noah, shaking her head no again ]

I didn't-- [ well. she tried. she holds her hands up as a white flag ] Dropping it. [ she'll accept your bill payment because it is a big relief for her stretched thin wallet ]

I can't, actually, I need to go to Elkins in a bit. [ which reminds her ] So, hey, I know it's been a while since you were here, but do you remember anything about Lost Lake?

[ex_typea255]

[she's already getting up from the table, but it's a deliberately slow process to give sophie time to get her question out. she checks her phone in the middle of it, laying her jacket over her arm]

Yeah, that ghost town across the lake? [shrugs because it was never a big part of her growing up here. yeah, it was there, and sometimes kids pulled stupid stunts involving it, but she never personally went there. she's heard Stories.] You know, at one point, I considered going into real estate. It's a buyer's market right now. I bet you could make a bundle flipping that property if you rebranded the town's image.

[points at her and makes a clicking noise. that's definitely not the answer she was fishing for but noah makes a point of keeping herself uninvolved from superstitious, spooky nonsense. jesus doesn't want you to be superstitious and no ones got time for spooky shit.]

[brabble]

[ she finishes the rest of her food like there's a void inside her (it's called protein deficit probably) while noah talks but kind of snorts at the whole buyer's market comment and gives her a look. the only thing she's investing in is... well, nothing, you need money for that. but whatever. ]

Right. I don't think you can rebrand anything in there. [ the place's a nightmare. HAHA. get it? ahah. ha. ] Anyway, it's nothing, just a thing I'm working on. [ waves her hand. i'll let u know if jesus is needed. ]

Anyway, thanks for dinner. Uh, if you need anything-- [ she gives a half-assed shrug. she probably don't need nothing let's be real here ] Just please, don't [ gestures a little with her hands ] antagonize Izzy. [ let the booboo heal ]