Mark
[5] Without being noticed, you slink off to Anthony's room and push open the door.
The floor is carpeted in garbage and the walls covered in random words possessing a lot of consonants and apostrophes.
Lying open on its spine is a book clad in leather. You think you can hear whispers.
Null Pointe
[4] You think about Riley's theory. Looking it over again, the blood is recent but the body most certainly is not. Now how can that be?
Zombies are a possibility, as they always are. But Clarissa isn't moving now and unless someone put a bullet in her brain without blowing her head off, she should be up and eating people.
It could be vampires. Maybe Clarissa's in a deathly coma. But then, how could she be out in the sunlight last month? And who turned her in the intervening time?
Whatever, none of this addresses what the hell she was doing in the ceiling.
Riley, Anthony, & Louise
(Nakéen: If you have no problem showing your secret, show it. If you want it to remain a secret, hide it. Whichever floats your boat.)
[Riley: 5] [Anthony: 4] [Louise: 4]
Riley glares at Clive.
"H... Hey! Stop making accusations! She could be a suspect, yes, but we should wait until the police get here before pointing fingers!"
Anthony nods, stepping right up to Clive. "Yeah, call the cops and drop the fucking murder accusations. I mean, what motive would she have for killing your girlfriend? I know you're upset, but this doesn't seem like something she'd do.
"I mean, you were kind of mean to her in class, because of her seizures and all, but that's the reason to just write profanity on your forehead in permanent marker while you're asleep, not murder your girlfriend.
Now, if we find evidence to the contrary, she is innocent. Now just calm down."
Clive nods. He furrows his brow, glaring at Anthony. His eyes dart back to the bathroom and the body. A little voice squawks on his cell phone.
"I'd like to report a murder," he says, glaring directly at Anthony.
tellthemtellthemitall
Louise stands up, like a puppet being drawn up on her strings. She points at Riley.
changedherselfcompletelycosshecanttakehimself
She points at Anthony.
theropethebloodtheropetheblood
She points at that girl from science class.
smileoutsideevilinside
She rolls her head back, barks at the ceiling, then regains her composure. Louise looks around at the assembled group staring at her. She clasps her hands and looks down, biting her lip.
Ben & David
[Ben: 4] [David: 3] David hands Jane his number written on the back of a receipt.
thenshestabsyou
Her lower lip sticks out and quivers adorably. "Well, I kind of have to go now..." she lets out a sigh. "I was kinda hoping you'd... Nevermind."
"I'll be back in five, I can catch up," David shrugs. "If not, you can ring me later. There's no problem."
"Well, okay," says Jane. "Catch you later, alligator."
David waves and brushes past Ben, who nearly tumbles to the ground. Jane hops the fence onto the street. Ben follows after her, clambering over it.
He walks alongside her, straightening his spine and putting his fingers into his jeans like he's a cowboy.
"Your home's this way?" she asks. Ben nods, even though it's two miles in the opposite direction.
They walk in silence for a while. Jane looks at Ben.
"Listen, I'm really sorry and I know I know you, but your name totally slipped my mind," she says. "Was it Ben?"
His eyes go wide and he nods like a bobblehead.
"Oh," she keeps her eyes forward.
Ben's got this in the bag. Provided he's cool with being sloppy seconds.
Back at the house, David runs up the stairs and stumbles upon the clusterfuck that the hallway outside the bathroom has become.
He spots Mark slip into Anthony's bedroom.
Too many intriguing events.
(I keep debating in my head whether or not to make Jane a lamia or something. I know it'd be obvious, but she's too damn... normal. It's creeping me out.)
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