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SEEKER of the sight CREATURE of the crime feature of the flight B E W A R E

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She’s been in contact with her fair share of grumps during her volunteer work. Many simply took fliers only to throw them away in the trashcan a mere four paces from where she resides, while others verbally assaulted her and the cause. Elizabeth has never really cared for either of those beings, but the ones who discredit her work? Instances like those are where all traces of the moniker Lady leave her body. That’s why she greets everyone with a smile, slightly sympathetic to the fact a slightly annoying obviously over-peppy stranger has just approached them, begging for donations to a cause they most likely care nothing about. When she approaches the blonde, it’s evident that they would rather be anywhere else, but Elizabeth has a job to do.

“Well you see,” She begins, flipping over the pamphlet to a group photo of the shelter’s volunteers, pointing to herself. “I promote for the work I personally do. Myself alongside ten other volunteers are the ones doing everything from running into busy traffic to save kittens who’ve somehow wandered in there to paying for the shelter’s supplies out of our own pockets.” Elizabeth explain, her tone soft in an effort to receive the most empathy. She may slightly be stretching the truth, but she’s sure someone rescuing pets during heavy traffic has happened somewhere. “Which is why I’m here today, in hopes that you’ll deem us a meaningful cause and spare a donation of no more than five dollars. What d'ya say?”

As Elizabeth mentioned the part about intervening traffic to save kittens, Alice chuckled in amusement; Alice assumed it was a hyperbole, but she couldn’t be certain: There truly are dedicated, animal-loving people in the world, who’d gladly sacrifice their own life for one of their furry friends. 

During the woman’s explanation, Alice pondered about the things she had to say. Supporting people who rescue pets isn’t that bad of an idea; especially since Alice has gotten her pet cat from an animal shelter and was aware, that those institutions needed all of the support they could get. 

After Elizabeth was done speaking, Alice mumbled a: »Alright, Alright« , and rummaged through her bumbag, pulling out her wallet:  »I can offer you three dollars and ten British pence.« She said in an almost apologetic tone, holding up the little money in her hand. »Does that help you somehow?«

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If there was ever anyone who was hopelessly lost, it was the little blonde in front of him now. She hardly even seemed to be aware of his presence at first, eyes glued to her phone that he could only guess was her current guide. He wasn’t entirely sure how so many people got lost in the little town of Hermosa; the place wasn’t exactly a hub of activity. Still, he was willing to help if someone asked. It was still an instinct in him he’d never really understood about himself. 

“It’s not easy to miss.” He admitted, a piteous chuckle on his lips. He held out a hand, gesturing for her to hand the phone to him and assuming that he didn’t come close enough to the look of a thief to worry her. “I’m sure I can, I’ve lived here a few years myself. I know where just about everything is by now.”

Alice was mainly relieved that the man offered to help her, yet she still felt a tad of embarrassment; to feel helpless was okay sometimes since the blonde was always able to help herself out, so it was rather uncomfortable to rely on somebody else for once. 

As Hans gesticulated to hand him her phone, Alice hesitated for a second. If this man turned out to be a thief, she was fucked in a lot of trouble. Her entire life was saved on the phone: contacts, important dates, financial affairs ... But Alice handed it out anyway, sliding to Hans’ side, keeping a keen eye on what exactly he was doing on her phone.

»There’s a pub near my place, called ‘The Lucky Leprechaun’. If you could just show me how to get there, that’d be neat.« Alice explained. As Hans started speaking, she looked at his face, his words piquing her interest. »Oh truly? For how long? Did you also move here from somewhere else?«

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TIME: 11:10AM LOCATION: the porridge STATUS: open

She liked watching how the water disembodied everything it touched. It was as though there was an entirely different world at the bottom of the lake, shrouded in darkness, waiting to find the light. Ciggy loved dropping pebbles into it, watching how the ripples gave the illusion of the stones’ malleability as the reeds swallowed them up. The longer she spent at the Porridge, the more comfortable she grew with its natural mystery. It wasn’t particularly picturesque, Ciggy had found, less she visit during the Golden Hour, but it struck either too early or too late in the day for her to indulge in snapping a few Polaroids of the place. Instead, she memorised the feel of the cool body of water tickling the soles of her feet, as she sat on the platform and dipped her toes in. 

Today, she wasn’t alone. “C’mon, I dare you,” Ciggy said through a grin, the expression ever so slightly sardonic. Her hazel eyes gleamed with mischief, and she was mindlessly toying with a few strands of bleached hair, feeling its coarse texture on her skin. She nodded her chin out towards the vapour rolling off the lake’s surface, “just jump in. It’ll make a great pic.”

“What if I do it with ya? Huh? Two’s a party– no, wait. That’s three, but… Whatever. What d’you say?”

Alice never liked water. Not only because she never learned how to swim, but also because of all the insects a lake like the Porridge attracted. Since both women decided to sit by the water, Alice has spent rather a lot of time killing mosquitoes that were after the blonde’s blood. 

After killing another little pest, she huffed annoyed and rummaged around her bumbag, fishing out a cigarette pack and a lighter. » You know, I’m all in for cool places, but this - «, Alice gesticulated around the place, placing a cigarette between her lips, » isn’t really my preferred milieu. « She lit it up and took a deep drag, the familiar taste of tobacco calming Alice a tad.

As Ciggy mentioned her ‘wonderful’ idea, Alice’s face scrunched up and her nose crinkled.

 »  No. « She stated. 

» Why the fuck should I go first? You want to take a pic of me drowning? « Though her words were harsh, she way the blonde spoke them wasn’t; it was a rather questioning tone than an aggressive one. Alice exhaled the smoke and then continued to speak. » You go in first. And if you’re able to stand in the water, I’ll join you. «

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Time: 5:06 PM Location: Alley behind his practice Status: Open

Truth be told, Hans wasn’t overly excited over the prospect of his pile of paperwork that was currently towering on his desk. It was typical of him; he was the one that got everything done before coming anywhere near deadlines and rarely had any kind of work pile up on him. Still, eve had days when he could not be coaxed into doing something that had turned into a core. He had every intention of getting there; eventually. 

For the moment, he slipped out behind his office, checking in either direction down the alleyway. As usual, it was empty. In his inner coat pocket he had a few strays drifting, his guilty pleasure. He pulled one out between two fingers, rolling the cigarette between them and taking another cautionary glance around before lighting it and leaning against the wall. 

No, he wasn’t proud of his habit. It wasn’t a mark of a refined man, or someone that had the upbringing he did. That didn’t mean he had any plans to quit it. He was halfway through it when footsteps sounded somewhere off to the right, and in a second, the cigarette was under his heel, a piece of gum pushed into his mouth and chewed. He straightened, just in time for someone to round the corner. “You must be lost.” He said, briefly smiling. “There’s not much back here.”

Alice just wanted to go home - if she could call the small flat she’s been housing in for roughly one and a half week her home - just for once without getting lost in the city. But apparently, losing her bearings on a regular basis developed into a much more distinctive habit of her’s since she came to Hermosa.  But on every other occasion of Alice going astray, she mostly found her way back to her intended path, but now, even her reliable map and her phone couldn’t help her. Alice was hopelessly lost. Therefore the blonde’s surprise was rather big as she heard a voice addressing her, and it made her surprise even bigger, as the voice was addressing her struggle.  » Is it that obvious? «, Alice sighed and lowered her map and phone, her distress showing on her face. » Can you help me? I just need to get to my flat. «

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date: june 26th time: 10:33am location: little river park status: open

Manicured nails skimmed through the stack of adverts residing in her arms, the pile barely feeling lighter than it did two hours ago. She’s always had a way with words. Her tongue’s ability to craft phrases evoking intense emotions from others has forever been a talent of the girl’s. It’s no wonder the animal shelter Elizabeth has been volunteering at for the past three years has deemed her their official unpaid spokesperson. Doe eyes capable of sprouting tears on command while discussing the adversities stray kittens in Hermosa have to endure is a rare feat. Her fliers are usually gone and donation cup overflowing within two hours at Little River Park, but on this particular Monday morning the hundreds of passerby’s she’s observed were far from interested. The usual sun kissed flesh residing on her face was replaced with the blush of summer – a burn slowly but surely making its way down to her neck.

The generally serene girl is replaced with one who has known nothing but annoyance as no one seems to care about the pets in need as much as she does. Huffing a stray girl from her face, she crosses her arm, slightly wrinkling the papers underneath her firm grasp. The displeasure is soon replaced with determination as she’s decided that in order to receive at least two-hundred dollars in donations within the next hour, she’s going to have to be a little more confrontational. Brows furrowed and lips turned into a pout, Elizabeth makes her way directly in the path of the pedestrians walking by. Approaching a middle-aged woman jogging alongside her pooch, she strides in front of the two, stopping them. “I can see you’re an animal lover.” She mentions to the blonde woman, currently jogging in place. Receiving no response, she continues. “If so, how can you live with yourself knowing there are hundreds of animals even more precious your pure-bred puppy who are dying of starvation, heart worms, and many other avoidable illnesses, all which could be solved with the help of a small donation no more than five dollars?” Liz mentions to the unsuspecting woman, thrusting a flier into her hands. “Have a nice day!”

The tactic of preying on one’s sympathy may be a bit sadistic, but it’s proven to work through the means of commercials consisting of sad animals paired with emotional country music. Flies are starting to swarm Elizabeth as she wipes the beads of sweat forming on her forehead with the back of her hand, pondering how she really would rather be anywhere else in the world right now. However, the cause she’s fighting for is much larger than her own desires. The search for another being to enlighten is cut short as a body passes right by her, their shoulders just barely missing. A pastel acrylic taps them on the nape of the neck as they’re greeted by an ivory smile and voice raised an octave to emphasize the apparently lacking enthusiasm. “Hi! Are you interested in being educated about the immense yet preventable hardships hundreds of thousands of animals across the country are currently being forced to face?”

The weather here in Hermosa was certainly something Alice wasn’t prepared for: The stinging sun and the lack of a nice, refreshing breeze were the complete opposite of the mild and cloudy days, with the typical rain showers the blonde was used to back in London. And even with her hair in a bun and her zip hoodie bound around her hips, revealing her arms through her tank top, a fine sheen of sweat covered Alice’s face and neck. 

Making her way through the park, hoping she would exit somewhere near a grocery store or any other place where she could buy food. To be honest, the park was actually quite pretty; all the greenery, the flowers and the squirrels that occasionally could be spotted rushing up the trees. Looked like the Hyde Park, if not prettier - even a person who’s spreading flyers among the people was present.

Normally, Alice would ignore them, take out her phone and acted as if she had to make a phone call or plugged in her headphones to listen to some music. But today, unfortunately, her phone’s battery was already drained, but Alice still hoped the dark-haired woman she was about to pass would leave her alone.

But no avail.

Alice tried not to look too annoyed when approached, yet she couldn’t help to press her lips into a thin line and to narrow her eye.

» No, don’t bother.« Alice huffed. » Just tell me how whoever you promote for is planning to help them. «

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little alice fell

d  o    w       n the hOle,

             bumped her HEAD                    and bruised her SOUL.

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