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while corie was never one to throw the label of friend around lightly, she supposed her and mallory were about as close to that then anyone else. it wasn’t like either was on the way to winning a popularity contest, not with their reputations. both of their father’s had sealed their fates long ago, being the talk of the town for different reasons. mallory’s father, who corie had only met once or twice, had seemingly had some kind of mental breakdown and gone quiet after that. corie’s father was seen as a bit of a pariah, always testing the status quo in their small town. and while the two should probably find some kind of SOLACE in being outcasts together, they’d never fully committed to getting to know one another. not really. they both seemed unsure of how to cross that line from casual acquaintances to actual friends. ‘ you listen to what people say around here ? and i was beginning to think you were actually cool … ’ corie winked, joking playfully with the raven haired girl. she wasn’t an envious person, but something about mallory made corie ache for that life. maybe it was how beautiful the girl was, or how strong she stood in the face of the judgement surrounding her. while corie ignored the fight, she saw mallory face it head on. it was a quality she admired in her, even wished she possessed. ‘ i think you forget, my father isn’t actually on the force anymore. private eye’s have their own code of conduct. and daughter’s rank high on that list of trust … ’ biting down on her bottom lip, she continued to avoid mallory’s questions about the case of missy. she wasn’t sure she had much to share anyways, and she wasn’t about to ruin anyone’s hope for the girls return. as much as everyone else wanted the davis girl home, corie wanted her back MORE. every good moment of her childhood was spent with missy, every birthday and holiday the two spent practically inseparable. and missy was the only one to really know corie’s mother, prior to her walking out. it was the truest, deepest relationship she’d ever had. sighing out, she watched as mallory carefully began to wrap the records. ‘ i think that’s a pretty reasonable price, considering how butchered it would look if i attempted it. let’s be real, decorations and planning were never my forte. always got my dad’s genes … ’ pausing, her voice grew softer. ‘ how is … your dad ? ’

the day marking the month since missy davis’ disappearance has come and gone. residents of hawkins, indiana, have yet to find consolation. eight special young adults find themselves at the center of it all, questions running rampant as friendships begin to blossom. but alas, on the warm summer night of july fourteenth, chief of police phil callahan recieves a phone call. it appears a fisherman spotted what may have been women’s clothing washed up on the edge of lake tippecanoe. upon arriving at the scene, callahan orders his officers to collect the article of clothing, only to find that it is shockingly similar to the floral dress missy was seen wearing on the night she disappeared. a first lead, it appears, into what is now being investigated as possible murder. at the center of it all? eight possible suspects, all of whom for reasons unbeknownst to the police, may have had a motive for murder. it’s not the kind of consolation that the town anticipates and it seems things are only taking a turn for worst. because on the morning of july 15th, phil callahan will come to realize that a second prominent member of hawkins is also missing: town paster joseph bell. 

BASIC POINTS!

right now, anyone connected to missy davis is being considered a person of interest. if your muse had a positive relationship with missy, it is more likely that you’ll be able to write off your character as cleared from any motive. however, don’t do this so quickly. this is an excellent chance for drama between muses. 

if your muse had a negative relationship to missy, this is the perfect way to draw out secrets that are soon to be exposed either between the eight in question or to the entire town. this is your choice. again, be cautious. keeping a secret might make your muse appear extremely guilty and that makes for excellent threads.

looking at the list of albums she had taken down from her father’s ramblings of ’better days in music’, corie began grabbing the missing pieces from his collection. while the two hadn’t been big on presents in the most recent years, she never wished for him to go without gifts entirely. not since mom used to be so GOOD at the whole birthday ordeal. breakfast pancakes, surprise’s throughout the day hidden in their normal routine, and a famously good cake recipe her mother had never shared the ingredients with every night as they roared a rendition of for he’s a jolly good fellow. yeah - corie knew she couldn’t compete with all of that. as much as she wanted things to be that way, she was aware that she could never fill that void her mother had left in her wake. and it hurt even more, simply because she’d chosen to leave the two behind. she’d chosen to get out of hawkins, escape the rumors and unknown dangers since the day missy davis went missing. sighing out, she traced her hands against the edges of the record shelves and continued mindlessly searching through them. that’s when a voice broke corie out of her DAZE, her eyes darting up as if she’d been caught in the act of something mischievous. ‘ since it’s an open case, i’m not really at liberty to say what i think … ’ the blonde grabbed her records, bringing them up to the register with a soft smile spread across her lips. she knew she was technically allowed to tell mallory what she knew, but she also wasn’t sure she was ready to admit how little information her father had drummed up on the disappearance. it was SCARY - how little evidence or witnesses they had. and corie wasn’t sure how mallory might take that news. ‘ you don’t wrap these, do you ? it’s my dad’s birthday in two days and … god, i’m terrible at wrapping. did not get that gift from … ’ the female trailed off, remembering not to mention her mom every three seconds. 

mallory & ryder

ryder had been off duty. he loved going to the record store and finding a new one to listen to throughout the weekend. it was something he accompanied himself with to keep him, well — sane. as he placed the record on the counter, his eyes couldn’t help but let his eyes wander the counter top to the missing persons report for missy davis under the glass counter top. he couldn’t help but clear his throat as he glanced up at mallory. his head just nodding in response before reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. “just those, please.”