#ari commentation

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“I still can’t believe we’ve been running out of resources THAT quickly. It’s either dying as the feast... or yielding to starvation. I wonder what’s worse...”

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“Uh, hey. I’m sorry but haven’t we met before... somewhere? Your face seems so familiar.”

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“Hey. What’s a kid doing out here all alone? The city’s a dangerous place by night y’know? Where are your parents?”

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“Y’ don’t happen to be... involved in one of the latest crime cases, do ya? Don’t get me the wrong way, Miss, but y’ seem kinda conspicuous to me.”

”Ah—?“

A falter in his usual means of [ awareness ]. Though no attack came. Nothing more than the faint scent of flowers and the weight of petals among strands of maroon dark hair. Confusion was evident as he squinted; Brows furrowing at the woman whom seemed intent on keeping him company via …untypical but still very pleasant gestures.

“…Thank you, Miss?”

A soft response as coarse hands touched [ lightly ] at the gift bestowed upon him.

     Carefully, she listens to the words the man utters before her, a soft sigh falling from her lips. It illustrates how relieved she felt in this very moment. FBI or police didn’t really matter. At least he could help out and that’s all that matters.

     “I-I need y-your help with s-something… It’s a-about a friend of mine. He w-went lost j-just a few days ago”, she shyly stammers, petite fingers fiddling around each other nervously.

The man remained in his crouching position, the fabric of his greyish suit drawing wrinkles around his knee pits and crook of the arms. And even though he usually kept a pretty calm and especially [ professional ] composure when facing people and their worries, this girl threw him off the track quite a lot. She seemed so young, so innocent and . . . incredibly worried about whoever went missing, according to her message. Her mother maybe? Or perhaps her dad? Some other related person? Curiosity went sky high and although he wanted to know more about the case, overwhelm her with questions, he took it [ slow ] and step by step. A breath strained within his throat as it made itself present in the form of a sigh, pale greens glistening with urge for knowledge.

"A friend of yours? Who is that friend? A family member maybe? Or rather someone at your age, from your school?", he started with the little 'interrogation', sounding her out plainly and straightforward because he wouldn't get anywhere without having the needed informations. Jayden was eager to see where this would eventually be going.

"Yes, that’s correct. I’m from the FBI to be more precisely but still a cop that can and will help ‘ya out with whatever problem may be existent."

He turned smoothly, descending to his knees to obtain a crouching position so he can be at eye level with the young girl, vibrant jade hues emanating a certain kindness to ease her shakiness. He’s not gonna bite her but curiosity enfolded him like a tight bone crushing blanket. “So, how can I help ‘ya, young lady? What’s brought ‘ya here?”

There were plenty of freaky people he coincidentally had ended up meeting lately — and she was definitely one of them. Oh, but it could be worse, right? Carter Blake, for example. He’s always the tip of something rather inconvenient that starts with a provocation and mostly ends up in a disaster. Thankfully, he’s not here today.

"Just relax, young lady. Whatever that ‘D.U.P.’-thing is you’re talkin’ about, I’m not one of ‘em. No need ta break anyone’s neck over nothin’, okay?" She was not a rebell or terrorist, was she? That implicit threat was drawing some of his suspicion.