#dfrpg:starter

Twenty minutes. That was how long was left on Rainer’s patrol shift before he was freed from being on duty at the Fall Festival. Twenty god damned minutes that seemed to be dragging on for longer than the nearly six hours before combined. It had been a small mercy from the sheriff to score the morning festival patrol; not only had it saved him from the busiest time of day, but there was still plenty of time to escape to the woods, to go fishing or anything that was far away from the damn town square and the bustle of the event. Arms crossed, he surveyed the crowd that sprawled out in front of him, eyes occasionally dropping to the watch on his wrist. Nineteen minutes. Eighteen. Sevent– The crashing sound jolted him from the trance he had fallen under, watching the hands spin endlessly around the watch face. Eyes darting left and right, he tried to spy the source of the noise. “What the fuck was that?”

The ongoing speculation drowning the town was, morbid as the fact might have been, interesting to listen to. Nathan had ventured outside more lately for the sheer fact that he felt like watching the paranoia creep through people like a plague. And as someone who knew paranoia on a day to day basis? He always found it curious how other people handled it, which generally amounted to better than himself but that came as no shocking revelation. 

It was a little after noon, the air was warm, and Ezra had nothing to do but to play on his phone. He had tried all the games; at least, all the free games. If those companies thought he was shelling out what little money he had just to not watch commercials... well, actually, maybe that’s the reason he could afford all his groceries. The phone in his hand beeped at him instantly after that thought, signaling the low battery it possessed. He let out a heavy sigh, somehow disturbing the one alcoholic in the corner of the bar. Ezra made a face at him and the man turned away, back to looking at his nearly empty beer.

Elijah tucked his notepad into his pocket and took a look around the neighborhood, this was very much different from New York City where it was always busy but due to the recent murders in town, things seemed a lot quieter and barely anyone wanted to answer his questions so he put it down to a small town thing. Elijah hadn’t been in a small town in years, let alone stepped foot in a sheriffs station, that was a new thing for him earlier but now he was out and about, getting to know the layout of the town and asking the locals a few questions, even checked out the crime scenes, sure, it was a lot to do in a few hours but no time like the present to jump into things, right? 

Adapting to a city was a different experience. She had never been a part of a community before and just interacting with people was difficult on a day to day basis. As much as she depended on her wolf for everything it was hard to keep it down most days. Every day to day tasks left her confused most of the time. People were strange. Life was strange. 

‘SECOND BODY FOUND’.  The black letters jumped off the paper when Zach walked past the place where they sold them. He quickly walked over there to check it out.  That headline already didn’t mean well, but it was the second headline that really shocked him. ‘Owner of Hole in the Wall found dead’. That was enough for Zach to immediately take the paper, count out some money with trembling hands and take it to a place where he could read the whole thing undisturbed. 

It was a long day and her patience was wearing very thin. Juliet ordered a double whiskey. Her designer outfit standing out at the bar. It didn’t take long for her drink to come and the vampire to down all of it in one sitting. Asking for another, she rolled her eyes when she saw someone sit next to her. “You know there are three perfectly good empty seats farther down.” She said. Was she the only one that liked personal space?