#redscrnchie

        it is perhaps indicative of his fondness of her that he begins going through her purse as soon as he sits beside her  .     he never steals anything  ,  of course   (   he can easily afford his own version  ,  should anything really strike his fancy   )   ,  but the ability to look is an appreciated one  .   as he searches for an unspecified object  ,  he makes conversation  --  always the epitome of casual behavior  .     ❛  senior class meeting today  .     was there some big event i forgot about  ?   ❜

             she’s spent the past fives minutes staring at various students. high school must be worse than training -- she’s surrounded by teenagers on a regular basis, but those adolescents always have some kind of control over their emotions. it’s required -- for students, this apparently doesn’t apply. she turns her attention to the girl only a few feet away ; if she finds the source of all the emotions, she can return them and insure she doesn’t have to feel anything.

         putting the only one to never work a day in his life on light duty is one of the best instances of ‘teenagers don’t have common sense’. he spent the better part of thirty minutes just trying to figure out how to load a staple gun, and another thirty trying to figure out how to use the gun at all. a mechanic, he is not. “ i’m ... putting up lights. i suppose. how do they look ? ”         from his angle, they’re extremely crooked, but maybe it’s more tolerable from twenty feet away.

aspen would glare at the ghost ,  if only she cared enough to lift her head from the pillow it rests against.  as it stands ,  she settles for a vague hand wave in heather’s direction ,  an ANNOYED GROAN muffled before she speaks.       ❝  yeah ,  i NOTICED.  but if you wanna be relentless some other time ,  that’d be WONDERFUL,  ‘cause some of us need to sleep ,  heather.  find some shred of mercy in your cold dark heart ,  just this once ,  okay?  ❞

         fresh off of the training programme herself, gretchen morgan likes to think she is less a student of the company and now a student of life. extensive training and higher connections ( baring the general’s daughter ) land her up among the best in the business -- physical prowess and sociopathic tendencies are only half of the picture.    ❛  i’ll get to the point, shall i ? you’re here because you’re good, and i’m teaching you because i’m the best. you think you know everything -- everyone does -- but you don’t, and that’s the nicest i get. gretchen morgan, and you’re heather ?  ❜    

          at first, he doesn’t realize her situation; it takes a long moment of studying to take in the tinge of blue on her lips, the paleness of her skin, the general feeling of death in the air -- he wonders if his shares the same pallor. he hasn’t exactly had an opportunity to look in a mirror since his death, but he isn’t about to ask her; he imagines he must look similar, though, even if the wound on his chest is covered.  when he speaks, it’s with none of the disdain he greeted her with while they were both alive; only a small hint of irritation makes its way through, but it is more ironic than anything else. “ it’s a small world. ”

      he’s awake at midnight; nightmares are still keeping him up at all hours. he’s decided he’ll spend these hours working on cases instead of lying in bed with the lights on. he pours nearly an entire cup of sugar in his mug, flipping through the westerberg case file while he waited for it to dissolve. there is no LACK of possible suspects; like all popular kids, these teens had no small number of enemies. he couldn’t very well interview every single outcast at their school, though, and so he needed to work on determining other factors.  he takes a sip of his coffee, grimacing at the undissolved grains of sugar, and moves to sit down. he considers the case again and quickly returns to his first theory, muttering to himself in his focus. “ it’s gotta be multiple killers -- probably not working together, just wanting to get revenge. ” 

happy heathers day/september 1st here’s a lil doodle