#boneyardmissingcaptain

He'd hardly been in this city long at all and yet! Here it was, another mystery, right on everyone's doorsteps; a mysterious disappearance, not a trace left! Granted, it wasn't like Sho was happy or excited about this prospect and there was generally no way to put a positive spin on people going missing like this. Make no mistakes, it was with no glee at all that Sho had absorbed each and every word of each and every news report he found. No, this was just a natural symptom of his chronic nosiness, that ever-present need to solve any mystery and problem that stood before him. Whether anybody wanted him to attempt it or not. Still, this mystery was intriguing enough to have brought Sho to the very place this Felix was last seen. To be specific, Sho was loitering in the exact spot Felix was said to have smoked that cigarette. He'd already tried a few things... pacing up and down, staring really intently at the wall for a while, staring at the ground instead, but ultimately, he was waiting for someone to show up so he could bombard them with questions.

WITHOUT LOOKING UP FROM THE STACK OF PAPERS on her desk, Joanna pulled the lollipop from her lips and informed, "If you're here to report something about that missing racer, you've come to the wrong place." It was an assumption, but after having multiple misinformed Vegas natives and visitors alike show up at her receptionist desk, some with excuses of not wanting to bother law enforcement on the case, it only made sense to Joanna to get such a disclaimer out of the way. "I can give you the number of the tip line or point you in the direction of the police station, but I can tell you now if you think you were the last person to see him, you're gonna have to get in line. Unless he really was such a speed racer that he managed to get all over town before disappearing." Her narration couldn't have been anything more than casual as she spoke about such a topic, finally lifting her eyes from the casual sorting of public records she had been busying herself with. "Or you can tell me. You still would have to go report it to them, too, but I'm kinda bored and just nosy enough to listen to anything that isn't another grandma mad about kids riding bikes past her house."

location: the streets of downtown vegas

@divinitymctions

The images of what she'd seen on that night in late July were still lodged in her brain, no matter how hard she tried to rid herself of them--and given the fact that she was a literal assassin, she'd seen a lot. Hell, she'd done a lot. But nothing had given her much reprieve, despite the fact that she'd been drinking a bit more than usual lately. However, everything changed when the body had been found. For a while there, she thought she'd managed to get by without detection but clean up wasn't really her area of expertise and she feared that she'd made a mistake or two. And Jae-Hui is the one that had made the discovery. Great. With tensions already on the rise, she figured she could somehow salvage this. So she'd put on her most normal-seeming outfit: jeans and a gray t-shirt--no identifiable logos or words on it. She'd thought about going on in all black but that sort of gave off the vibe of assassin, did it not? Finishing off her outfit with an old pair of Converse, she locked the door to her dingy apartment and headed off for the races.

Tomo hadn't exactly been expecting company. Sure, he was a social butterfly at the best of times and he was certainly willing to run with unexpected turns when they were thrown his way (for better or for worse) but he was still pretty surprised when Alessandro showed up at his door. He was vaguely aware of the whole situation, with regards to his step-brother being urged to stay home, and he'd been quick to guess that had been the thing to bring him here. And he could relate. Stick Tomo in one place for even a second too long and he'll start bouncing off the walls. He'll make stir-crazy look calm.