CREEPY LOCATIONS !status : accepting. / 16 : a police station on edge during a blizzard.
IT FALLS AS LILLIPUTIAN SHARDS, a screaming storm of glass fragments, silver in hue. perhaps falls is not the correct descriptor : it is an unyielding assailant to numb cheeks and narrowed eyes, bearing the cold chill of hiemal months until the bones of the living are frosted over. they are the lucky ones, quotidian cage reformed a liminal space —— the unlikely union of criminal and child. jesse wonders passively why the boy is here, what possible transgression youth so novice could have accomplished.
what information he could possibly provide.
❛ d’ya have any parents here with y—— ? ❜ let the inquiry be breached as smoothly as an apple cleaved in two, its interceptor a laugh so spine - curdling it rivals the wintry bite of cold air that enters through the station’s doorway in gusts. a farcical thing it were, with a hyena’s mania and a wolf’s savagery, its source unknown when he lifts his head up to peer around. outside, a lone red balloon drifts through the blizzard untouched : a crimson drop of blood floating amidst the whirlwind of snow. the laughter dies with its unwavering path, lost in the winds.