I am good but not an angel.

Where: Port Caroll.

Elby had only arrived in Carroll a little over a month ago. She had made a couple of friends, learned the town enough to navigate freely, and yet, there was always something to surprise her.

Natalie looked at the woman who had answered her and, although she was trying very hard to remain professional, she let out a short laugh. "My ex also fits that description perfectly, but let's not insult dogs," she added, still unable to contain the smile that kept appearing on her face. She approached the girl and shrugged as if all hope of finding the thieving dog had vanished. "The dog didn't have a collar, so he's probably a stray. The only other thing I remember is a white tie around his neck and one floppy ear." She raised an eyebrow as if hope had been reborn within her, and spread her arms, losing it again. "No one knows the dog, yet he took human bones that could be key to the case."

where: anywhere outside status: open starter! as summer approached, the california heat was becoming unbearable, even for a southern cali native. in his defense, he spent more than half of his life living in south korea and there, they actually had seasons, so this was... a lot. especially wearing all black like he was right now. he wouldn't be surprised if his black eyeliner is smudged underneath his eyes, but it wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. he runs a hand past his hair and exhales. "this california heat is getting bad. it's hot as shit! starting to feel like a fucking pre heated oven kind of deal." his hand brushes over his forehead, mostly to wipe away any possible sweat. thankfully, there wasn't really much at all. "you know what would hit the spot right now? an ice cold piña colada. or even a spicy margarita. or no, no... a coconut refresher, for those non-alcoholic lovers out there! while beach side, of course." he would kill for one of those right now. "what's your icy, drink of choice in hell weather like this?"

Summer was the time Natalie loved the most. Even though she felt like she was being grilled, the warmth was something she adored. Even though she had lived in California for three years, she still remembered how, on more than one occasion, a snowstorm could completely block traffic in Washington, making it difficult to reach the crime scene. Interestingly, more victims were found in winter than in summer.

Where: Port Caroll.

Conor didn’t normally go running through Port Carroll. He wasn’t totally sure on what the etiquette was for that for people who didn’t live there, plus he knew at least some of the residents might look down on him while he was there. Conor’s usual running attire was a pair of gym shorts and sometimes a shirt, definitely not trendy, designer athletic wear. But it really was beautiful there, and Conor thought he had every right to be there, at least in the public sections. So that was why today he’d chosen Port Carroll for his run. It was a hot one today, and Conor was dripping in sweat, his tank top off and tucked into the waistband of his shorts. Still, despite the heat, it was a beautiful - and uneventful - run. 

Natalie couldn't believe the ignorance of the people passing by. Were they really so blind or self-righteous that they couldn't see human remains, much less a dog running away with human bones? Nat had truly expected much more from this place. At that moment, she realized she'd probably chosen the wrong place to live. She still hoped someone would wake up and see what had happened.