Count me in!

"Come onnnn, please, I'm trying, just--just give me one more we--"

Shit, her client just hung up. Three days until the article was due and she was getting zero leads on the Sacks Incident--and her client was tired of waiting. That was fine, though, she was investigating the event on her own prior to her client contacting her.

"I'm not crazy.              Whoever told you that is a liar,                                           and not a very good one."

Estella Wauters | Original Character | TMNT 2014-based (post-movie) Independent | Selective | Multiship | Sideblog to shellshockerraphael 9+ years writing | 3+ RPing | 1+ year on Tumblr Mun/muse are 21+ | NSFW content may be present | Will not smut with minors

subject: theorangereporter

status: opened

She was getting nowhere with this, and yet even as Estella scrawled more notes as she watched the news, she couldn't help but lean closer to the TV the cafe provided. The sound of action, of puzzlement and shock surrounding Sacks Industries was enough to attract her attention, and admittedly, she loved this sort of thing.

However, what she didn't like was not getting a good lead.

subject: bushido-dualblades

status: opened

"Another dead end."

What more did she expect, really? Estella had been scouring the city for any evidence of a lead towards the kanji marks that had shown up when the vigilantes had arrived, and she'd thought she'd had something, but all she ended up finding was just some idiotic nonsense scribbled on an alley wall.

"Estella Wauters, paranormal investigator! Pleased to meet you!"

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subject: thebarainblue

status: opened

Midnight.

What in the world was she doing out at midnight? Estella kept asking herself that question every time cat dared to meow in the darkness, and she would often twirl on her foot, umbrella extended in front of her as if to fight, before she'd let out a sigh and continue her journey through the alleyways.

"G-go out at midnight, he said. Y-y-you'll find neat things, he said." She brushed some of her dreads out of her face with one hand as she kept a tight grip on her umbrella. "O-oh, that's what you get for talking to a bouncer, Estella, w-w-wonderful..."

That was the last time she'd listen to a former Purple Dragon. The very, very, very last time. Seriously.

Okay, so that's what she'd said the last time she'd done it. And the time before that. And the time before that. And all the other times, too.