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D A Y 10

CHAPTER 2

NOV 9TH | 38℉☀

▸ Stampede down in Blackwell's Piggly Wiggly last night resulting in 3 injuries and at least 7 lawsuits! Witnesses claim that people were fighting over supplies for the evening's storm, namely canned goods and water.

▸ Blackwell Fire Department is astonished as one man tried to light a fire this seasons tepid windiest weather! The BFD would like to remind citizens that starting fires is illegal throughout the entire region and should only be done in designated camping fire pits.

▸ The search continues for the missing children. Officials have confirmed that the body is not associated with any high profile missing persons.

▸ Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

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[ jesus christ. ]

[ Jacob switched off the radio he had on for his breakfast and threw the unfinished toast in the trash before grabbing the cigarette pack. he was rarely hungry these days, but laying out the breakfast was a habit he couldn't break. usually he just nibbled at the bread before throwing it away. the eggs and the yoghurt he didn't even touch. he just set them on the table and then back to the fridge. maybe Petre would eat them later. ]

[ dressed in a bathrobe and an unlit cigarette between his lips he walked out of the door to go check the mail even though it was way too early for it to have arrived. he glanced around before opening the mailbox. ]

[ she locked the front door behind herself and tested if it was really properly shut twice before heading down the street to the bus stop. ]

[ at some point she stopped and turned to look back at her apartment as if to make sure if it was really still there and then hurried on. as she passed by some kids playing on the street the look on her face became so sour it seemed like she had just smelled vomit. ]

[ the blackwell library was small, but it was a place to start before she attempted the elkins-randolph county library (and the university's library-- both of which she wanted to avoid for as long as she could). darla claimed a small table at the corner of the building, a stack of books placed neatly beside her open laptop. a cheap notebook sat in front of her, a few drawings and words circled on the first page.

for now, darla was skimming one of the large books she had taken from the shelves, leaning back in her wooden chair. there wasn't much for the blackwell library to offer, honestly, but she had found a few books dealing with semiotics (and others that she hoped could offer some insight but mostly ended up duds). her pen was stuck between her teeth, chewing on the cap as she aimlessly flipped through pages.

and this is where she'll stay--unless someone screws it up--until the library closes its doors at 5 pm. ]

[ this was ridiculous. ]

[ adrian only went to garages if she really had to, knowing her own way around a car well enough to negate the need or a mechanic to tell her 10 more things wrong with her car that wasn't actually wrong. but when she got a flat tire, she had little choice but to pull her car in and get a new one put on. she could have argued that she could do it herself and taken the tire, but instead she opted not to. sitting boredly in the desk shop watching paint peel. she hears someone come in from the back, but doesn't look to see who it was

How much longer is this going to take? [ she could have changed all her tires by now ]

[making a day trip out to the bwi offices, but stops to get herself coffee on the way. as promised she's kept her hands and feet to herself regarding the ex who shall not be named, which has made for a less than optimal amount of drama in her life the last few days. well, business first, then she'll do something about her drama-less existence.]

[leans against the bar and snaps her fingers at the baristas to get their attention when enough time has passed that she can deem it late and demand to get a free drink for their ineptitude. man you don't stay rich shelling out $5 for a coffee every day.]

[ with the storm, came damage to her fence. with the damage, came her horses escaping.

they didn't go far--thanksfully, but it was enough of a problem that she couldn't get to her fence until now. which is what she's doing around the perimeter of her large back yard, fixing the fence. isn't that exciting? her hair is pulled back into a bun and she's wearing her torn jeans she doesn't care about as she hammers about.

ah, sundays. ]

[ turns out he pulled an allnighter. at first he stayed late to work, then Izzy came over and then the storm got so bad he didn't leave the office. ]

[ it's not until the afternoon that he's making his way back to Blackwell and home. his mood has been greatly improved by what happened last night so he appears to be whistling as he parks his bike and looks around his pockets for his key. ]

[ ah, sundays at bars were always her favorite. they were pretty dead-- which meant the likelihood of someone bothering her was slim. she smelled a bit like fries and burgers (the sunday special at chew) but was slowly finding her happy place in her lime daiquiris. heaven.

isabella had a book pulled out at her table she claimed, occasionally taking another sip of alcohol. it wasn't anything she intended to remember later, so don't ask her about the content. ]

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Blackwell early morning

Blackwell early morning

blackwell local library, between the hours of 2 and 5

jones garage

coffee shop in blackwell, mid-morning

outside her house, 2 pm

Blackwell afternoon

black lodge, evening some time idk