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CHAPTER 1

NOV 1ST | 58℉☂

▸ In a sad turn of events during last night's activities, local teenager Bela Gage was found dead at Gainsbourg Resort as festivities were wrapping up. Local authorities have opened up an investigation regarding the circumstances around her death.

▸ Several houses were egged in height of last night's events. Locals are offering a small reward to anyone with information that may lead to identification of the culprits.

▸ Now for the weather, expect light showers from late morning to mid afternoon. Blackwell is expecting the storm to keep rolling through overnight, so drive safe!

▸ That's the News In today. Now back to your regularly scheduled tunes. This one goes out to the Gages, may you find peace in these difficult times.

THE RISING IS NOT IN EFFECT

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[ frankly she doesn't care whether or not everyone was informed of her arrival. the title usually speaks for itself, giving her authority where it usually needs to be earned. she looks down at the paper in her hand then up at her ]

I'm at the hotel in Blackwater, the Gainsbourg. [ she responds curtly before holding it back out to her. ]

[ icy stare™. ]

I see.

[ leaves her hanging and continues her walk wherever she was headed in the first place. ]

[ narrows eyes at her back before letting the paper drop. she turns around a moment to remember what she came here to do and promptly heads in the way of the archives ]

[ he's late for work. surprise. ]

Don't worry about it, she's a jerk.

[ he shrugs off his coat, sets his helmet on the table, takes a seat and starts drying it with the toilet paper he gathered from the bathroom. the rain was only LIGHT but it did a good job getting him wet on his way here. ]

[ sips at her coffee while she situates herself back into a seat, plucking the folder off of it as if she were actually about to look at it. ]

Usually it's the cops who get stuffy about FBI pissing on their territory.

[when did he get here. apparently really early. he could be at home in bed with his wife but he is here. well, technically he's in the sheriff's office. the doors are closed but there's a lot of shouting going on in there. good morning elkins]

[ looks up when he hears what's going on. he didn't think Adam would be at work this early or at all. ]

... How long has this been going on?

[ nods to the direction of the office and wipes the table with the rest of the toilet paper. ]

[ oh yeah, that. she'd actually blocked it out for a good while. ]

Oh about...two cups of coffee ago. [ who knows how long that is, but it's about as long as she's been there. ]

Okay...

[ yeah he doesn't want to get involved. dealing with sad people is one thing but dealing with sad angry people is something he doesn't want to do. ]

You've been in contact with the Samsons yet?

[well that sucks for him because he was just bodily removed from the sheriff's office after it got violent and something shattered. some of his colleagues have escorted him to the door and deposited him there to chill the fuck down]

[he catches sight of them from across the room and, only knowing adrian by the fact that she smokes, pantomimes a cigarette to his mouth before heading outside because half of the station is watching him after the spectacle and he'd rather not. just not]

[ it takes her a moment to register who the Samsons are, mostly because it wasn't in her automatic log of names she was even there for. her face was about to pull some shit around the lines of:

but is thankfully saved, if one could call it that by the commotion across the office. to which she swings her chair to glance in Adam's direction as he's bounced out of the office. she's going through the stages of grief in her head, but he seems to be running a roulette with them the more she's seen him. not surprising, not in the least, but she wished someone would have kept him home ]

I've barely even had the chance to settle in. [ the mutters offhandedly before pulling herself up, cup down on the counter without a coaster as she picks up on the invitation to follow the little bitchfit outside ]

[ it's not his division anymore either. goddammit Oliver IT'S YOURS. ]

[ looks after them, debating if he should follow or not. guys? ]

[ he doesn't want to deal with the angry sheriff either so he chooses to go after them. ]

[you really don't. he's gonna be on a warpath. sorry about it]

[he's actually relatively calm when they drag their asses outside, so not angry just for the sake of being a disruptive piece of shit. he looks between them not expecting a party but doesn't begrudge it, just holds a hand out in request. smoke pls share the wealth]

Sorry. [uses request hand to gesture at the building. it's a sorry not sorry but whatever, they're detectives, they don't have to hang around and deal with the fallout they can bullshit their way out of the station whenever they want]

[ or maybe she just doesn't want to deal with more depressing families so early in the morning. LETS GO WITH THAT.

tiredly she shuffles a hand into the inner pocket of her blazer to fish out the goods, taking one for herself before offering the open carton to him. she doesn't need to smoke this time, it's more of a social tick. she might as well since they're out. ]

I take it things didn't go as planned. [ only because she's got nothing else nice to say and he gets a dead kid get out of jail free card on that one. ]

[ hovers by the door before deciding to lean against the wall next to them. he doesn't smoke, but it doesn't bother him. crosses his arms. ]

I'm sorry for your loss.

[ he was supposed to say that at some point earlier but things got busy last night so. have your awkward condolences now. ]

[glances at ben to acknowledge it but doesn't have it in him to exert effort on the right thing to say as he takes the nicotiney offering and waits for her to provide a lighter. he doesn't smoke either, although he used to and sometimes the situation just calls for a throwback.]

He's an asshole. [you'll get real familiar with that fact the longer you're here]

They always are. [ she adds, having met enough of them in her time to make the call, while she reaches over to light Adam's cigarette after doing her own. a curious glance thrown over at ben if she's providing him with refreshments as well but ends up pocketing it at his indifference. ]

You bugging to get put on the case? [ she questions, leaving her hand in her pocket to rest. ]

Yeah, I'd be too.

[ the answer is pretty obvious so he cuts in. if his daughter was murdered he wouldn't trust it in the hands of Oliver either. ]

[thank.]

No. Wouldn't waste my breath trying. [there are some shots that are too long. with oliver's daddy in charge there's no budging him, he's not fighting that battle. thankfully the fucks he gives about being involved in an official capacity are next to nil and will do what he wants with or without the express permission of dictator dennington]

It's not like you have to. [ she shrugs, giving the cigarette a little tap. it wouldn't be right, hell it might even get him fired, but if she were him it wouldn't really matter whether or not if she was on the case.. if anything, he has all the more freedom to do what he has to without any supervisors breathing down his neck about paperwork and protocol. ]

Wow, your first day here and already encouraging a revolution.

[ said like he was impressed or something. the rules were meant to be broken etc. ]

[hums less than thoughtfully, that noise you make when you're technically part of a conversation without committing to it, watching the two of them distantly cigarette already more ash than tobacco]

Thank you. [when he blinks back to the present, waves what's left of the loaner at adrian gratefully before rounding them to get back to his car]

It's what anyone would do. [ there's a cracked smile on her lips as she glances back at ben. of course she'd encourage it, it wasn't her division anyway. if she were in his shoes, she wouldn't need anyone or any excuse to look into it. even though she wasn't him, it was tempting.

she turns back a moment to watch adam wander off, pausing to shuffle into another pocket and stick her cigarette in between her lips.]

Hey, wait up. [ she calls after, quickly scrawling down a phone number on the pad before depositing it into his hand. ] If you need help with anything.

[ rubs the corner of his eye. he'd rather not be facing this personal tragedy any longer than necessary. it's bad enough when he has to go see unknown families that have lost their kids and now it's someone from his work and everything. ]

Yeah, you have my number.

[ vaguely remembers leaving it somewhere. maybe. he's going back inside now. the lost girl was found but things aren't looking any more simple. later sluts. ]

[shh he's going you don't have to cry your little cold dead heart about it any longer]

[lifts the paper at her in thanks after he pays ben's retreating self a glance. drops what's left of the cigarette and stubs it out with his heel, appraising her before apparently deciding whatever he had to say could wait]
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Yeah. I'll keep in touch. [the offer isn't unappreciated, it won't go remiss to have someone with access to the ongoing case while he's in time out] You too. [belatedly adds, like he momentarily forgot how to conversate normally. he's not writing his number out though you can look it up.]

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