written in the stars

     Marcus.30. criminal investigator. "The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the...

[marcus-murray]

Marcus had been having a stressful day, his job had become overloaded with work, his brother was nonstop calling him to complain about him skipping out on their recent family reunion, and his dog had recently gotten out of the house because his neighbor hadn’t shut the door on their way out from picking up mail that was accidently delivered to wrong house. His outlook on the rest of the day was seeming to be anything but positive.

He ran a few fingers through his hair with his free hand, his other hand containing a stack of confidential files he had been taking home to look over. It was his duty not to let anyone that wasn’t involved in the cases to read them but when he accidently ran into someone on the sidewalk and the papers went flying everywhere, he felt like a panic attack was on its way. “Shit, that’s just fantastic.”  

[clove-barlowe]

Aelish looked at the painting, debating on rather or not to take it home. It was an interesting piece of art. A bit dark in her opinion. Maybe a bit too dark? Glancing behind her when she heard a noise, she set the painting down. “Before you ask I didn’t steal this. My employer didn’t like it so they gave it to me.” Living in the part of time she did she was used to people thinking she had stolen things. It all came with living in the North End.

[marcus-murray]

“The painting looks rather intriguing, so I wonder why they didn’t want it.” Marcus observed the painting a little more closely, squinting his eyes a couple times for no particular reason at all. “Are you sure you didn’t steal it?” He teased her, letting out a small laugh. 

[claresrps]

Weezie sat at a table in the library, handing out flyers to those who approached her. Having worked with hospitals for many years now, Weezie brought the organization that she created herself to Lanford. The organization collected art supplies and toys to deliver to the children’s ward in the local hospitals. Back-to-school time was the busiest time for the little organization, as school and art supplies were sold much cheaper. Seeing someone she knew walk into the library, she waved them over and handed them the flyer, “Can I interest you in stayin’ here for like five minutes so I can tell you a little bit about my little organization?”

[marcus-murray]

Marcus found himself mixed up in free time for what felt like the first time in months. He had officially drowned himself in work again like he had not so long ago and decided that the library seemed like the quietest place to collect his thoughts and possibly gain a little more knowledge about god knows what from any book he'd picked up off the shelves. 

To his surprise, right when he walked in he was greeted by Weezie’s voice at the door. He looked up at the brunette and put on his best smile, showing his teeth and all. “This is a library, a place of learning some would say, so why not.”