open to : all time and location : early morning, crime scene triggers : crime scene, mostly vague tbf
morning had broke and still lionel had not made it back to the comfort of his own bed. sleep called to him, but even under the severe need for an nap he couldn't help but be distracted by the flashing lights, yellow tape, and the small crowd that was beginning to gather near the pavilion. his curiosity gets the better of him, detouring him off the path to a good days sleep. neck strained as he approaches, lionel doesn't notice the person beside him at first . his eyes are too focused on trying to make sense of the scene in front of him, not that there was much to see from where he stood. " what's going on ? " he mutters, daring to step closer still.