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Clarice was sitting up against the alley wall, in the process of popping the top off of her tin can of mixed fruit, when she heard the sound of someone approaching. In an instant, her food was forgotten, and she was slinging her backpack strap over her shoulder as she stood. Using her fear of whoever might be coming - that need to escape - to fuel her abilities, a portal started to form in her hands.

It took hours to dig his way out of the sewer, and the first place to go had instinctively been the Town House. He needed to change and shower.. and fucking eat something. That was nagging him the whole way out, the burning in the back of his throat, and he somehow managed to make it all the way there before it really started bothering him.

Bev wasn’t entirely sure how long she’d been pacing around her room at the townhouse, earbuds jammed in her ears as she texts friends from home for advice. The marks from her husband’s belt had turned into bruises over the last couple of days, bruises and cuts from the final battle with IT joined them. She didn’t want to separate from her friends....especially after almost losing all of them so soon...and she didn’t want to face what was at home waiting for her. Richie was the only one who knew, the two of them having had a heart-to-heart while they waited for everyone to come back from their showers. He said if Eddie was down for a pit stop they’d both go with her, but she didn’t want to put her friends in danger. 

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Raven had been in her living room watching television with a glass of wine and wasn’t really watching television she had took up stitching as a pass time, felt weird being only in her late thirties and cross stitching it was usually done by women twice her age. Grant had taken the kids to the circus so she had the whole house to herself and that’s when the news bulletin caught her attention and she turned it up to see if it was anything in her department, the supernatural. The report was a bank robbery followed by a shoot out by...she had to rub her eyes as she though she saw Ben on the television, that couldn’t be him and then when they looked at the camera before shooting it out she saw glowing eyes, it wasn’t Ben. She had to get to him before the police did. That’s when she heard a knock at the door making her jump and drop her wine glass shattering it all over the floor. With a wave of her hand she reversed the damage and walked to the door and when she opened it, Be was there. 

would you be up for a glenn???

Marcus Pierce stared at the file in his hands. Some times he hated working in homicide. Heaving a sigh he closed the file and headed out into the pit where he looked around. Who could he trust to be his partner in this case. It was a sensitive case as such he needed to take it himself.

His eyes lingered on the glass of the forensic lab and he sighed again as he made his way over. He regretted sending Decker out on a case with Lucifer already. “Lopez, are you busy? I have a case I could... use your eyes on.” He kind of hoped she was busy.