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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford has had a few days to calm down and think about the current situation at hand.

No, that's not right at all. Wilford has had a few days to get riled up into a hair-trigger rage. His dog is still missing, and the responsible party has yet to nut up enough to admit guilt. Though, he has had some time to think, and may have changed his mind about some details. Not that Teja's smug ass will be getting any sort of apology, since he shouldn't have threatened to steal the dog in the first place.

( dog plot )

It's with all this circling around in his head that Wilford is over by the fire, pretending to be going through notes, but in reality, being too angry to even focus on his own writing.

[ooc: there is no violence or dogs under the cut. There is violence in the thread with Jim.]

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[sunbaked_baker]

The stuff Jay had given her had worked - Rae couldn't remember the last time she had gotten a full ten hours of restful sleep not interrupted by nightmares or delayed by insomnia. It's amazing how different the world feels without the faint ache of tiredness in her head and shoulders and eyes, without the sound of an alarm clock shrieking to wake the dead.

But, having gone through the step of making sure she is well rested before she leaves, Rae has set herself on the path that means she must go through with it. She must leave. There is no backing down now. Rae expects that if she chickened out today and then later went back to Jay asking for another night of dreamless sleep to prepare herself, he would throw her out the door himself.

And she wouldn't blame him.

So she must go through with it.

So this morning, Sunshine comes down the stairs to the bar room wearing a three-quarter-sleeved, button-up, lavender shirt, its collar neatly pressed and with a sheer, white and purple flower-printed scarf knotted at her throat, and a pair of beige dress pants. Her hair is up, fixed in a neat bun. Her ears are adorned with simple, fake diamond studs. Her hands are clean and her nails neatly trimmed, her scars hidden. Rae isn't very good at lying, but she is very good at telling stories. Her appearance radiates proper, upstanding member of the community, who lives a blameless life and contributes to the good of her city and its people, yet is being unfairly persecuted by an overzealous and misguided member of law enforcement.

She will see how good of a storyteller she is, today.


Rae lingers in the bar long enough to have a light breakfast - her stomach isn't up to much, but going into this meeting running on empty doesn't seem like a good idea, either. The toast and eggs and juice are finished and the dishes taken away much too soon. Then all there is left is to get to her feet, to double-check she has everything she could conceivably need - her hand brushes the familiar weight of the little pocket-knife in its pocket - to go over to the door and grip the doorknob... and go.

The door closes quietly behind her.



(ooc: Feel free to catch her before she heads out. <33333)

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[immortalthief]

Amanda's outback in the wooded area working out with her sword. She is practicing fighting an opponent and jumping and attacking from the trees. She is keeping herself and her feet moving.

There is a small bag just out of the way, closed, next to the bag is a bottle of water.

The blonde immortal is having fun. She is focused and having fun.

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[whatisastiles]

It's a nice day, so Stiles considered sitting outside, maybe burning away some of his winter pallor, but he's more in need of space to spread out all his research materials without a spring breeze scattering files across the lake.

Especially since at some point he'll have to return said files to the Beacon County Sheriff's Office.

He's too intent on studying his stolen police reports to be distracted by strange soap operas on the TV, or the man in an orange tracksuit sipping vodka in a corner booth, but he'd probably come up for air if a friend stopped by his table to say hi.

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[auxin]

Auxin comes in from the back garden, having completed his run for the morning. He heads for a quick shower (the showers here beat anything he can get at home) and then leaves two notes at the bar.

( Autor, Lady Rae )

With that, he gets a bacon sandwich and a pint of Winkles Old Peculiar, which he takes over to the fireplace while his hair dries.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy has mostly managed to comb his hair over the large bruise on his forehead. He's still a little concerned that he looks like a prat, but that can't be helped.

In the meantime, he is in a quiet booth, sewing name labels into Brooke's hockey uniform.