#h10starter

[msvntos]

fingers smoothed the alphabetized records, eyes glued to the covers as she tried to distract herself of the awkwardness that hung in the air. always having kept to herself, it was safe to say mallory was terrible at small talk. but even then, she always forced herself to conjure up something interesting enough. music, films, food? those things were easy and simple. the femme, however, found herself at a standstill when it came to sentiments. “ it’s really been a month, huh? ” the (un)coveted member of hawkins, indiana pressed her lips together as she second-guessed her what had just been uttered. “ forget i said that. ” while everyone seemed to hang on to hope, malloy had been more than vocal of just what she thought happened to missy davis and it was less than pretty. “ what can i help you with? ” 

[corieisms]

local drinking hole .

another night at whatever bar was open, another evening spent taking pictures of unfaithful husbands with their trophy girlfriends. it wasn't exactly how corie was hoping to spend her friday night, but her father had forbade her from going anywhere near the missy davis case. last week he'd caught her attempting to get police files and ever since, he's been on her about conflict of interest ... and how she needed to act her age, for ONCE. it was annoying, mainly because she was not doing what she’d been raised to do. sleuthing and sticking her nose into things was practically a personality trait of the blonde, one that had been learned from her private investigator father. as she continued to snap pictures of whatever loser her dad had allowed her to work the case of, she noticed someone looking over her shoulder at the screen ... turning her head back, she whipped her blonde hair around to see who the onlooker was. sighing out ... of all the people it could have been, she wasn’t expecting THEM. ‘ what are you doing here ? and why are you suddenly my shadow ? ’

[ryvalerio]

it’d been a busy day for ryder. he’d been wandering around town again, asking questions about missy and her disappearance. it’d been quite some time since the ongoing case made a break-through in any new evidence. he wasn’t one to give up so easily, but it was always hard when he’d questioned about everyone in town twice about what they knew and no stories have changed even though the male had hoped someone’s would have. walking on the sidewalk, sipping away on his ‘water’ in his bottle. he couldn’t help but hear a faint voice calling out to him, his head peeking over his shoulder before shaking his head with a scoff that followed along. “what do you want? i’m a very busy man, as you can see..”