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[sunbaked_baker]

Autumn is already coming in; though it is still somewhat warm in the strong sunshine of midday, a faint chill is creeping in among the shadows that promises to grow as the days shorten. The leaves on the trees are beginning to turn, and none of the garden plants look as robust as they did during the blazing days of summer. Some have already been uprooted after their season passed.

Young Rae Seddon, currently ten years old and somewhat filthy in her second-hand clothes, is taking a break with a glass of cold lemonade and a tattered paperback book of scary short stories (Vampire Tales and Other Eerie Matters VII) at the picnic table outside the bar's back door. She has been helping prepare the perennial plants of the garden for winter, laying down a thick carpet of straw at their bases to protect their roots from the coming cold. Occasional bits of straw and leaves have stuck to her clothing, but she doesn't mind. Her attention is wholly on the scary story unfolding in the pages of her book, completely engrossed in the growing suspense.



(ooc: Reusing an EP. I'll be around for threading most of the day. <33)

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[cottoncandypink]

Next time Hannibal comes into the bar, he'll find a package waiting for him. A small camera bag, understated and well-made. There's no note attached, but the person who left it assumes Hannibal will know what it's for.

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford hasn't actually heard back on his business back in Los Santos, but he has good reason to assume everything is going to be fine. Which does mean he'll be moving back to Los Santos eventually. Which means that his dog is going to need to learn a thing or two about proper behaviour if he wants to live a long life.

So he's out back near the firing range with a box of grenades and a plate of chopped bacon. Unfortunately, every time Wilford throws a grenade, Buster wants to chase it. And then when it explodes, it's about a 50/50 chance between whether Buster wants to attack whatever he thinks caused the explosion, or run toward it. Which is why Buster is on a very short leash, tied to a post, and every time he sits his butt down and stays there, he gets a piece of bacon.

So far, it's not going very well. He's slipped his collar twice, and has started trying to chew through the leash, and has got exactly zero pieces of bacon so far. It's going to be a long day.