#bludsstart

SHE WAS WELL AWARE of her own bad habits , cigarettes being one of the most egregious of them , and yet , in a time of a killer on the loose in town who could possibly judge ? sitting outside on her break from work , maeve could hardly think of anything else. thoughts of that poor girl and hopes that nothing like that happens again ran through her mind as she went through the familiar motions of pulling the pack out of her pocket before quickly discovering her lighter to be EMPTY. ' goddamn it , ' she signed to herself before noticing the feeling of someone else's eyes trained on her. ' hey , do you have a light ? ' gesturing to the failing lighter in the case they weren't fluent in asl , her fingers crossed they would get the gist at the very least and be the kind soul she was looking for in a moment of need.

open to : all

time and location : late afternoon at the glen ellen local bar

triggers : blood, gore, death, police, vomit, alcohol

he's been asked to recount the events of this morning more times than he can stomach . first, at the crime scene, but memories of that initial questioning are dim . akiel, drained white like a ghost and covered in a mix of his own sick and his soon to be sister's blood did not have the wherewithal to do much besides call 911 and cradle her head in his lap until they arrived . he's then questioned again, once the press arrive . vultures picking at her bones while the blood is fresh . even if he could find it in himself to speak, he refuses to speak to them . after that, he's escorted to the station . the police assure him that they just have a handful of questions, and he'll be out of there in no time . why were you out so early in the morning ? he was on a run, he responded honestly . why were you covered in abigail's blood ? when he saw her, he ran to her, he didn't think . he called 911, and tried to stop the bleeding, even if it was too late . even if she was already dead by the time he found her . and then he just held her . there are more questions, and then he's let go, but told not to go far . as if he might try to run .

morning had broke and still lionel had not made it back to the comfort of his own bed. sleep called to him, but even under the severe need for an nap he couldn't help but be distracted by the flashing lights, yellow tape, and the small crowd that was beginning to gather near the pavilion. his curiosity gets the better of him, detouring him off the path to a good days sleep. neck strained as he approaches, lionel doesn't notice the person beside him at first . his eyes are too focused on trying to make sense of the scene in front of him, not that there was much to see from where he stood. " what's going on ? " he mutters, daring to step closer still.