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[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[a soft buzzing sound, a click--

and then a very clear picture of a shirtless man(?) holding a CAT, trying out a few of the buttons with slow taps of his thumb. the bedroom - clearly of townhouse origin - is in partial disarray, sheets half-off the bed and the nearby vidscreen primarily in shattered pieces on the floor.

a minute or so passes before he dumps the CAT on the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress himself a second later]

Tch. What's it even good for?

[he stews in silence, turning his glare from the wall to the floor to the ceiling in slow succession.

then he looks to his left, his right hand rising to where his left shoulder simply ends. his palm skims over the bandage-wrapped wound while he mutters to himself] Somebody did good work.

But who the hell would know how?

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[fortune_sought]

[watches him, amused now]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[looks like he's only got enough strength for one trip. once he's right back where he's started, he has to lean up against a lamp post, breathing hard, a shiny sheen of sweat clear on his skin]

Shit...shit...!

[fortune_sought]

I did warn you, you know.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[the nastiest of glares, though he's a little too busy catching his breath to say something equally nasty]

[fortune_sought]

[just looks back at him, arms folded over her chest and, just maybe, smirking faintly]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[curves violently when he's able, but other than that a swift retreat comes over his expression - he must be thinking, turning all of this over in his head at a rapidfire pace.

after a good long while has passed:] Who makes the decision? About--[his mouth twists with distaste, and he stops himself from saying "us"]--all of you?

[fortune_sought]

[she's still smirking] Who brought us here? That I don't know, but the mayor appears to be running the town, though we never see him in person. Otherwise, there is a group of residents who seem to make most of the decisions.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[resists the urge to snap at her, though with some difficulty] Names?

[fortune_sought]

Mayor Caligin. A young girl named Verita has been giving us the news. A woman by the name of Osculia works in the mayor's office; people have seen her. The clinic is run by a Doctor Resarci, who seems far less helpful than he claims to be. Oh, and Audrey the bartender was involved with the opening of the botanical gardens, though I'm not certain she runs anything in town besides the bar...

The sheriff is new, Sheriff Iussus, and he's been investigating the murders. [frowns distastefully]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[it may not look like it, but he's paying attention. he won't need to ask about them a second time.

she still doesn't get a thank you, though.] What about these murders? Why should we give a fuck?

Humans murder each other all the time.

[fortune_sought]

[gapes at him] Aside from the fact that it's quite monstrous. [glares] We are currently trapped in a town without that murderer, and we don't even know who it is!

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[his scowl finally shifts into something else, though it's not much more pleasant] You scared?

[fortune_sought]

[eyes him levelly] I am concerned.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[something about that must've strike a correct note with him, because he laughs] So you've got some balls after all.

[fortune_sought]

[she's just hard to ruffle--except in terms of anger. and she's not sure at all what to think of his laughing] Hmph.