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                      sorella  chuckles  softly,  nodding  carefully  at  irina’s  words.  she  can’t  deny  the  logic  there,  but  she  still  thinks  the  situations  are  different.                   ❝     well,  that’s  because  i’m  an  old  woman  now  with  nothing  better  to  do  but  keep  myself  busy.  i’m  sure  a  pretty  young  girl  like  you  must  have  plenty  of  offers  of  fun.     ❞                      sorella  aims  for  flattery,  she  mostly  just  wants  people  to  like  her,  thinks  compliments  is  the  best  way  to  do  it.                     ❝     an  astrophile,  hm    ?    i  must  say  i  used  to  be  the  same  at  your  age.  the  night  sky  seemed  far  more  beautiful  than  the  daytime.     ❞  

        “quite the opposite is true, actually. i’m a certified moron and even i wouldn’t do that.” the shrug he gives tugs both of his shoulders up towards his ears, then crashing back down in place. the splashing drew his attention, and to be completely honest he can’t blame her for spilling that out. for a second he’s tempted to turn his attention back to getting sweet sweet caffeine, but his sheer boredom keeps him talking to her. pushin’ his luck. “still, ‘least they’re not too scared to be out there. once ya’ get ta’ that point, there’s no comin’ back.”

her own eyes caught the scene happening down by the pier, but only a smirk appeared on her lips in response. lucia chewed on her bottom lip a bit, curling her legs up against her chest where she sat. “you don’t have to have a death wish…” she muttered. “there is a middle ground.” of course she was one of those people who could go a little too far, but well, that was just her. “c’mon, you must’ve done something you weren’t supposed to. anything risky?”

                  ❝   it’s  a  celebration  of  life,  nancy  drew.    ❞               blaire  deadpans,  sliding  into  her  seat  properly  and  lounging  back  in  it,  placing  her  drink  on  the  little  cafe  table.  she  rolls  her  eyes  at  the  laptop  in  front  of  the  other  and  figures  it  makes  sense      –     there’s  that  trope  all  washed  up  writers  end  up  in  a  cheap  cafe  trying  to  find  their  muse.                 ❝    you  ever  consider  maybe  some  of  them  wanna  stay  missing    ?     ❞  

                       sorella  smiles  politely,  standing  from  her  desk  again  and  taking  the  stack  of  papers  from  the  girl      –      who  she  watches  with  vague  recognition.  she’s  definitely  seen  her  around  before,  but  she  can’t  seem  to  place  her.  perhaps  she  takes  some  evening  classes  at  the  school.  the  ones  designed  for  older  students.                 ❝     ah,  yes.  mr.  jeffries.  he  does  tend  to  struggle  with  deadlines  and  he’s  terrible  with  timekeeping.     ❞                 she  smiles  again,  slipping  the  stack  onto  the  considerable  one  already  on  her  desk.                   ❝     it’s  rather  late  to  be  running  errands,  isn’t  it    ?     ❞    

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   aria  was  walking  downtown  when  the  news  hit  ;  there  was  a  death  in  the  town.  her  eyes  had  caught  the  flashing  lights  of  ambulances  &  police  cars  in  the  distance.  the  femme  had  began  walking  towards  it  like  a  moth  attracted  to  a  light  —  she’d  left  before  hearing  mayor  choi’s  wishes  for  no  theories.  aria  was  stopped  by  caution  tape.  she  let  out  a  small  gasp ,  seeing  where  she  presumed  the  body  was  ( under  a  thin  white  sheet ).  aria  leaned  closer  to  the  person  next  to  her  and  quietly  asked :  “ do you know what the hell happened to her ? ”

irina hadn’t been far from the scene when sirens began blaring,   the familiar flashes on red and blue obscuring her vision and then her feet carried her to the scene along with a few curious onlookers.    someone’s beside her,   and ignoring her,    thankfully,    until she speaks and irina resists the urge to groan    --    though one look at the other produces a rare bout of sympathy from the girl.   “    ...   no.    no,   i don’t think anything official has been ruled.   but at least she’s home.”

lucia simply shrugged, not exactly feeling offended by the other woman’s words. “no, but teenagers aren’t exactly meant to be controlled. they’re having fun, even if there is risk involved. there is not much fun in safety.” she stated. she was used to people looking down on her opinion because she couldn’t be controlled, but it was one that she would never change.

irina watches as a particularly daring teenager holds a hand over his eyes and does a backflip off of the pier,    narrowly missing nailing his head on the old wood.   he makes it,    though,    and the rest of the teens respond by cheering.    she makes a face in response.    “there’s not much fun in death.”    she responds dryly,   brow quirked.    “then again,    we must have different definitions of fun.”

lucia was spread out on the grass as she was trying her best to catch some sun. something that was a little hard to do in this town, so of course she was taking advantage. the crowd down by the lake were obviously thinking the same thing, so she could barely help but roll her eyes when the woman nearby voiced her thoughts. “i think they’re old enough to decide what they do, no?”

irina looks up from her keyboard,    fingers still slamming into the keys as she types out her next thought before it escapes her completely.     her gaze falls on the owner of the voice,    brow raising before her eyes are drawn back to her screen,    a sarcastic smile on her face.    “well.     if you truly think teenagers are mature enough to make decisions regarding their safety then i feel sorry for you.”

having already been in to get her first caffeine buzz of the day, amelle felt a tinge of disappointment to not have her favorite barista making her morning coffee. however that disappointment was soon gone as she saw irina instead sat outside. immediately gravitating over to say hello, amelle smiles at the other girls remark. “ i mean they are kids, i think being an idiot is part of the job description. ” without asking amelle takes the seat opposite irina, “ however they’re probably distressing the pond life and habitat by jumping in all willy-nilly like that which does hurt my heart. ”

amelle’s moving towards her,    clearly intent to join her and irina moves her supplies over,   reaching to remove her bag from the seat so amelle can sit if she likes.    it’s a courtesy she doesn’t allow to just anyone,   some might even say a privilege,    and it’s done before she even realizes she’s doing it,    her limbs moving on their own.    irina shrugs in an effort to appear more nonchalant,   casting another glance at the teens playing so carelessly in the water.    “mm.   all i know is people who mess around with that lake end up missing,   and i wouldn’t mess with it.    but then again,   they’re idiots.   like you said,   it’s typical.”

                     since  mikey’s  didn’t  open  until  later  on,  blaire  figured  that  she  had  to  get  her  drinks  at  the  cafe   –   it  wasn’t  so  bad,  she  thinks  she  can  get  some  scotch  from  the  liquor  store  and  make  some  of  her  coffee’s  irish  to  start  her  afternoon  off  with  a  pleasant  buzz.  she’s  just  sliding  into  a  seat  outside  to  enjoy  the  sunshine,  coffee  in  hand,  when  a  hushed  comment  draws  her  attention  and  she  rolls  her  eyes.                        ❝    god  you  must  be  fun  at  parties.   ❞ 

“yes,   well,    thankfully for you i’m not caught dead at parties,    so the fun shall commence for another day without the wicked witch of the coffee shop ruining everyone’s fun.”     irina replies dryly as she types away at her keyboard,   drawing her eyes away from the screen only after she’s finished typing away at her thought      --     the mention of a party had given her an idea.   fleeting,   but it’s something.    “and anyway,   parties aren’t all that’s important.   there are dozens upon dozens of missing people in this town.”

                     sorella  is  halfway  through  a  sentence  when  the  end-of-day  bell  chimes  out  loudly,  and  without  any  hesitation,  all  of  the  students  in  her  class  began  shoveling  their  things  into  their  rucksacks  and  tugging  on  their  hooded  jumpers.  she  moves  back  around  to  her  desk  and  began  wiping  of  the  notes  written  on  the  whiteboard  with  the  eraser,  turning  her  head  so  she  could  give  the  students  some  final  instruction                   ❝     alright,  make  sure  we  all  read  chapters  three  and  four  by  friday.  we’ll  be  having  a  small  test  on  the  subject.     ❞                   she  smiles  warmly  as  they  all  groan,  shuffling  out  of  the  classroom  in  a  line   –   until  she  notices  a  figure  standing  and  waiting  at  her  door.                    ❝    oh,  hello  there.  can  i  help  at  all    ??   ❞      

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irina knows that she doesn’t look like she belongs in a school,   knows she hardly looks the age   --    she’s heard she could pass for 25 before,   and she thought that to be generous   --     so it’s no surprise when the teacher stops what she’s doing when she notices her.    irina takes the opportunity to step into the room then,    brandishing a hastily stapled together stack of papers.   “a student begged me to bring this to you,   i guess because there was sort of deadline they missed and they were too guilty to turn it in to you personally.   i’m not really sure of the details ‘cause i’ve already been paid,   but here.    this is yours.”

♡    –   a small introduction to irina blake.

29 years old,  aspiring writer,  kitchen porter at no doze cafe.

irina is not native to town,   but has lived here for years.

she believes very firmly that there is something strange happening in town.

she is quiet and cold,  rarely speaking to others and preferring to speak to herself.  others often find her unkind and abrasive. 

she hates her job and feels like a failure as an author.