#plotdrop

Good evening, Nightrest residents. This is Catherine Graves, reporting live outside of Poppies with tragic news. It is with a heavy heart that we inform you all that Cameron Russell's body has been found inside the flower shop earlier this evening, as reported by the owner, Belkis Kaplan, and an employee, Savika Lawan, when they came back to the shop after taking a quick break. The Closed sign had been placed on the door, but it had not been locked, which was how Russell found himself inside, but unlike the previous deaths, a clear murder weapon was found, as it had been left behind at the scene.

Cameron Russell, a cardiothoracic surgeon at our own Griggs General, whose younger sister had been one of the victims during the night of Abrams' and Zhou's engagement party, suffered blunt force trauma to the head after being hit multiple times with a jumbo planter pot, one of many which can be found lying around the flower shop. Forensic investigators confirmed that there were no fingerprints left behind on the pot. Law enforcement describes the kill as rash and angry, and the killer most likely fled the scene quickly afterwards. Officials are treating this as another homicide case, and like all the previous ones, the investigation is still active. If anyone has any information regarding Russell's sudden death or have seen any suspicious activity that can help solve the case, we highly encourage you to let officials know. The town-wide curfew is still ongoing, and we encourage everyone to follow it, and to continue to be safe by never going out alone. Our hearts go out to the friends and family of Russell, and we encourage everyone to give them privacy during this difficult time.

Once again, this is Catherine Graves, and this has been Nightrest News. Please, stay safe.

This is a drabble about the 14 days that Adam is in a coma

trigger warnings are mostly anxiety experiences, so I’ll tag it as tw anxiety. However, if you find something that still disturbs you and needs to be tagged, let me know, and I’ll add it to the tags.

Tagging @itsmarygibbs​ because she is mentioned at the end of the drabble :p feel free to respond to this drabble ^^

PLOT DROP

DATE: February 6th, 2022

The warnings started Friday night when Frank, the weather man, started to warn about a cold front. There was a possibility for sleet and a few inches of snow. Right away, folks started to file out to fill up their tanks, get the staples they needed in case they were snowed in for a few days, and make other cold weather arrangements. By 9pm on the night of the 5th, shelves of the staples were empty - no eggs, milk, or bread to be found. Propane went just as quickly, most natives always preparing for doomsdays. 

The temperature stayed barely above freezing the entire night, instead it started to spit out sleet and the roads became a sludge that remained a half-solid half-pulp into the morning. The wind brought the temperature down below freezing, blowing at 15 miles per hour - enough to cut through most winter jackets. At 9am the morning of the 6th, the temperature plummeted, and the sky began to flurry. It didn’t hold on the ground for the first hours, but soon the ground cooled down. By noon, there was several inches of snow. The wind remained steady at 15 miles per hour, and as night fell, the wind picked up. The skies dropped another few inches of snow. 

By the morning came on the 7th, there was a solid four inches of snow. The roads remained icy. School was cancelled, businesses remained closed, and everyone tried to enjoy the weather. The snow did not last for long, and roads were cleared by nightfall on the 7th.

OOC INFORMATION. 

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He was annoyed, he was super annoyed. Who would have guessed that taking care of the electricity would take more than a day. In fact it was already three days and James couldn't believe it. It was as if the gods were toying with him in one of their sick little games and he wasn't having any of it. He was glaring at pretty much anything and his mood worsened with each passing day. The ring box was still in his pocket but it felt like it was burning a hole through his pocket. He didn't get to talk to Tina much.

Finally he had enough of it, of the brats that complained about their rooms. About the brats that complained that they couldn't have warm food. They were without proper power, if they'd use a stove the power would cut off and apparently BBQ wasn't something they were willing to eat everyday. He was so sick and tired that he just wanted to walk into Tina's arms and well...cry.

12.01 — Combinαçαo perfeitα

[Starring Misha Collins ♡]

About:

A middle aged, homeless man finds himself rich and loved by people he has never met. Claiming to be his family and one particulary his father. Only, this has come 40 years too late. Now, he faces a dilemma that pleasant luxuries doesn't equate to luxuries life provides.

Before:

When a russian godfather, a former don, loses his family in a tragedy. The mafiosos ask him to choose someone to take over the boss title in a stance to keep the mob alive. Due to old age the godfather isn't capable to succeed again, himself. And finds his old letters once written by the woman he loved. Reminicing he remembers she denied him access to his son. A son not known to many, and far away. But fate brings them together when the mafiosos try to locate her. They meet a man sitting inbetween the apartment and corner store – overlooking the park.

After:

Sensibilidade aguçada, intuição forte com possibilidade de ser traduzida para o externo, características marcantes dos estudantes da Anima, presentes em Ju e que naquele dia estavam pulsando, deixando-a com um assombro inerte de que algo estranho aconteceria. Guardou-o para si e continuou a existir seu dia, se alongou, treinou um pouco de trompete, fez carinho em Tib enquanto lia uma ficção científica esparramada na relva macia sob uma sombra (nesse momento um galho caiu muito perto de si, fazendo-a acreditar que era aquilo que a sensação presumia), conversou com amigos e agora estava a estudar na biblioteca pouco mais de uma hora antes do início das aulas. 

Estava atenta nos exercícios e no relógio, queria terminar tudo antes, mesmo que não fosse para o primeiro horário, não queria se ver correndo para finalizar as tarefas no final da aula de nenhum professor. O lápis corria sobre a folha na mesma velocidade do pensamento de Ju, estava muito concentrada, mas fora retirada subitamente de seu exercício por uma voz saída do auto-falante, naquele momento sentiu seu coração apertar, o assombro com certeza era isso e não aquele maldito galho, guardou seus materiais correndo, ouvindo os gritos transformarem a paz do recinto em caos, também estava apavorada, mas precisava pensar para sair daquilo segura, o objetivo agora era encontrar sua dupla. Com a mochila nas costas, correu para a saída da biblioteca, se deparando com um caos maior ainda, que merda de vampiros são esses que não sabem manter a calma, pensou, continuando sua busca.

Não fazia idéia de como encontraria sua dupla naquela desordem, mesmo que olhasse para todas as mãos, elas se moviam com tanta rapidez que era quase impossível reparar nas marcas. Resolveu então remexer nas suas memórias em busca de um possível alguém com aquelas iniciais, conhecia muitas pessoas, mas existiam alunos novos com os quais não havia interagido, mas o esforço mental não durou por muito tempo, ouviu sobressair-se no barulho da multidão suas iniciais sendo gritadas por alguém, seguiu em direção ao som, se deparando com @hofn-ananya​, sua veterana na Anima, sem proferir nada, começou a correr e agarrou a mão da mais velha de supetão, puxando-a consigo para a porta mais próxima  — vamos encontrar algum lugar um pouco mais calmo pra deliberar algum plano —  gritou para a mais velha enquanto corriam. 

It was strange, everyone was acting strange. They either were screaming, or they were laughing and all of the sudden people were cuddling and - he dodged a cup that was aimed at his head. That’s strange normally I would get hit, trip over my own feet and slam dunk into a table. Was he being steadier on his feet now? “Excuse me are you alright?”