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living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - Location: Advanced Spanish Rm 103, Valley High School; Naugatuck, West Virginia.
Time: 1:47 PM Eastern
The sense of déjà vu that Alessandra was experiencing at the present moment was a little overwhelming, to say the least. She hadn’t really stepped foot inside a classroom since she was in high school, so…almost ten years ago now? This was definitely a first in her career as a hunter: posing as Miss Kinkade, a temporary Advanced Spanish TA. Usually she was dressing in a nice pencil skirt and blouse, flashing a fake badge while questioning witnesses. After getting a look at some articles and paperwork thanks to Zach, it seemed like the best path to take considering the case she was currently on. A small frown appears on her fair features as she looks around the classroom for the umpteenth time that day. It was obvious to the trained eye that the students were on edge and not giving 100% to their studies, and Alessa couldn’t blame them. Two of their classmates had gone missing, one about 4 days ago and the other less than two days ago. She was able to find out that both boys disappeared on their way home from school, and that the first to disappear (James Franklin, 17) was ‘acting strangely’ before he vanished. There were rumors flying around that he had punched a huge dent in his locker the day before he went missing, so bad in fact that it dented the whole door into the locker. The other interesting tidbit she discovered was that the second kid (Chris Meyers, 17) liked to bully James. Admittedly, it was a weak connection but it was something. She had a hard time trying to find out anything about Chris…it was strange. Alessa tried to ask a couple classmates and they really didn’t want to say anything about it. Not just because it was a difficult subject, they looked very uncomfortable in general. It was possibly due to a complete stranger questioning them, but Alessa felt like it was more than that.
The hunter stifled a yawn into the back of her hand as she tried to not feel too frustrated with herself. It was hard not to, and the fact that she barely slept the night before due to rummaging around in paperwork made it more difficult. Alessa thought this would probably go easier with someone else’s help, but that didn’t pan out. Zach was busy a few states over and already helped her out as much as he could, and no other hunters in her contact list were close enough to be of any help. All she could do was try to stay optimistic, and remember that this was her first day on the job…answers were bound to show themselves. A quick glance at the clock on the wall made her feel less on edge. This was the last class of the day and it was almost over, meaning she would have the time to explore the school further and get more answers. “Miss Kinkade?” Her fake name being called by the teacher, Ms. Cromwell, snapped Alessandra out of her thoughts as she turned toward the front of the class. “Um, yes?” The teacher seemed a bit annoyed with her, probably because Alessa didn’t hear her right away as she was preoccupied. “Would you please help out Becky with some phrasing, that is if you aren’t too busy?” Alessa noticed the tone the teacher used as she spoke to her in average Spanish, feeling like she was actually back in high school once again. It didn’t really faze her, since she had much bigger things to worry about then helping someone ask where the bathroom was in a foreign language. With a polite smile and nod, she makes her way to the back of the classroom when suddenly she sees something out of the corner of her eye.
She turns her head toward the classroom door and sees a man outside of it, looking through the rectangular window into the room. Her mind goes through the different faces of the staff and she can’t remember ever seeing him before, then she could just barely make out the outline of a tie. Tilting her head to the side, she continued to study him and go through the possibilities. He could be legitimate law enforcement, a hunter or even the cause of all this trying to pose as the first or second thing. She couldn’t help but think that it would be a shame if he was the third option, because from what she could see he was pretty cute. At that moment he looks right in her direction and she feels like she was caught staring, not knowing what to do so she just smiles a little and waves. “Miss Kinkade??” Alessa breaks the eye contact and looks at Ms. Cromwell, who sounds even more annoyed now and follows her gaze to the door before looking back at Alessa. “If you’re quite done, would you please?” She gestures toward Becky again with a sigh, then shakes her head and starts to make her way for the door. “Oh, right…sorry.” Once again she starts heading for the back of the classroom, shaking her head as a few snickers are heard from the students. She starts to help Becky while keeping a close eye on the newcomer, trying to get a read on him.
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Post by Lyle York on Oct 10, 2013 17:20:48 GMT -5
Lyle found himself investigating a case in a high school as of now, he had moved around asking questions, sadly he had found nothing he didn’t already knew and the people he asked stuff were already quite skirmish to answer his questions. It could have been because they were in denial anything weird was going on or maybe because whatever they saw was scary enough for them to shut up about it. He had settled with one clue though, a redheaded woman that was new at the school had been inquiring around the subject.
Lyle thought that maybe this curious civilian could be put to good use. Though, frankly he had no idea if involving her was wise. He did know, however that there was no harm in asking around. He found out the woman was an assistant teacher in the Spanish class. Lyle moved across the school asking around and trying to keep an eye out for this woman. He was finally able to locate the Spanish classroom wearing a black suit he stepped in the entrance looking across the classroom. Ah there she was, she was staring at him though. Lyle grabbed the side of his tie feeling awkward.
The woman was stunningly beautiful and Lyle did not expect this, let alone that her eyes would have gotten fixated in him that long. Lyle adjusted his tie and then grabbed his fake FBI ID from his pocket gesturing the teacher to come on over. The teacher quickly glanced at Lyle’s credentials and then asked what the deal was. Lyle quickly explained he was investigating the teen disappearance, asked a few questions and then asked the person if they knew who would know more. Lyle watched the read headed woman helping a student from the corner of his eye and debated internally if he should approach and ask her a few questions.
Finally, Lyle seemed to decide that it was better to be safe than sorry. He smiled and politely asked the teacher if he could ask the woman to come with him for a few questions. Much to displeasure of the former that agreed while Lyle stood there, looking rather relaxed. Though, Lyle was growing increasingly anxious. Lyle had no idea why. Lyle moved a bit away from the door when the redheaded woman finally made her way towards him, clearing his throat when she did. He flashed ineptly his ID again that read Special Agent James Morton and said:
“I’ve heard from some of the students, that you have been asking around about the disappearances. I would like to ask you a few questions.” - Lyle took a couple of steps back away from the class as not to disturb the disgruntled teacher some more. For some reason speaking to the redheaded made him feel flustered although Lyle was trying his best not to show it instead showing a inquiring serious expression as a true Law enforcement official should.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 4:15:49 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - As Alessa crouched down and helped out the young girl with her work, she couldn’t help but cast a quick glance toward Ms. Cromwell and the FBI agent every now and then. She got the distinct feeling that someone was watching her, and Alessa figured it was the agent that was causing her to have this feeling. Honestly, the hunter didn’t think this man would have any interest in her. This was her first day at the school after all, it’s not like she could possibly know anything…even though she knew quite a bit, of course. Just as she was getting to her feet, Ms. Cromwell was making her way toward Alessa, a deep frown etched on her features. Alessa was quite surprised by this, thinking that the woman couldn’t possibly look more displeased than she normally did. The wizened teacher wished to stick to the curriculum of the class and informed Alessa in rapid Spanish that the FBI agent wished to ask her a few questions. Genuine surprise could be seen on the redhead’s face as she glanced at the agent across the room and back to Ms. Cromwell with a slight nod. After reassuring the teacher that she would still stay after and grade papers and lock up so she could leave early, Alessa then looked ahead of her and started making her way toward the front of the classroom. Her blue-green gaze met his and a faint friendly smile curled the corners of her lips. It was the strangest thing…just moments ago Alessa was confident and composed, and now she was feeling nervous. It could be that he possibly was an FBI agent, and that was a little intimidating. Nevertheless she appeared calm and collected as she stopped and stood in front of the man.
When the special agent presented his badge, Alessa adjusted the reading glasses on her face and leaned a bit closer to him so she could read it more clearly, committing the name to memory and studying the badge meticulously. Well if it was a fake, it was a pretty good one as she couldn’t tell the difference. Alessa stood up straight once more and placed the glasses on top of her head as she listened to Agent Morton speak. “I’ve heard from some of the students, that you have been asking around about the disappearances. I would like to ask you a few questions.” The faint smile on her features widened a bit…it seemed this man was no slouch and knew a thing or two about investigation. She gently clasps her hands in front of her and tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, locks eyes with him and speaks in a soft, low tone. “Hopefully being curious isn't a crime, Agent Morton. You'll have to detain me immediately if it is.” Alessa gently bites her lip, realizes how that sounded and can’t believe that she said it…damn nervousness anyway. She can see Ms. Cromwell staring a hole through her out of the corner of her eye and sighs lightly, thinking there is just no pleasing that woman. Alessa nods her head toward the doorway to suggest they go out in the hall and makes her way out the door.
Once out of the classroom, Alessa takes a deep breath in and lets it out before turning to face Agent Morton. While she appeared to be somewhat laid back, she studied the man in front of her with a critical eye and decided to keep up the ruse for a bit longer until Alessa was sure that she could trust him. Alessa tucks a stray strand of deep scarlet hair behind her ear, and then crosses her arms in front of herself. “I’m really not sure how much help I can be, sir. This is my first day here, and after hearing about those poor boys…and then the strange rumors floating around...” Alessa looks to the side with a frown, but carefully watches for his reaction out of the corner of her eye. After a handful of seconds she looks at him again. “Anyway…I’ll try and answer any questions you have to the best of my ability. I promise.” She looks into his eyes and offers a kind smile, waiting to see what questions the handsome ‘agent’ had for her.
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Post by Lyle York on Oct 18, 2013 12:14:11 GMT -5
Lyle had a real problem keeping a straight face when the redheaded eyes were fixated on his, not because he was suspecting her, instead he found himself having random thoughts like was perfume she was wearing, if she had a boyfriend and how she looked incredibly gorgeous when she bit her lip. Man, these thoughts were making harder for Lyle to focus and appear calm in front of her, nevertheless he did.
Lyle lightly laughed and shook his head, in reply to her sassy statement he said: “I don’t think it’s a crime” though, looking like you do; might - he thought. Then he followed her lead to the hallway. ‘Good’ Lyle thought. Now that they were away from the prying eyes and curious ears if she had some real inkling at ‘what’ was really going on, she would feel more at ease saying it where other people (particularly gossipy people) could hear her. Lyle guessed as much, civilians tended to be pretty skirmish when it came to share ‘the truth’.
Sure there was people in denial, but, an alarming number of them accepted it and just kept the secret for themselves, to the detriment of helping others. Lyle understood the need for some secrecy growing up he couldn’t exactly tell all his friends all that was out there. He and his father could have been easily committed because normal people would consider talk about wendigos, demons and werewolves the rantings of a deranged mind. He would have never entertained the idea of telling others his dad was a hunter, unless he meant a game hunter.
It was the only good explanation for all the guns in his house. Once the woman stopped walking and turned to face him Lyle thought something else, no not that her hair fluttered in the breeze of the hallway (thought he did notice that), it was that gleam in her eyes she looked pretty determined even if her body looked otherwise relaxed, Lyle briefly pondered whether she was a hunter. She looked very fit and... nah, it was probably wishful thinking. He wanted her to be a hunter so they could work “together”. Come on Lyle, focus on your job and stop fooling around, she knows something. - the thought.
Lyle folded his arms as she spoke again carefully listening to every word she said. Lyle slightly knitted his brows at the mention of ‘strange rumors’, his years a hunter told him this was a red light. He quickly reached onto an inner pocket for small notebook and a pen. “I understand, even if you are not a direct witness I’d very much like to know what you know.” - he said honestly, he would take any clue that would help him to unravel this case. “Maybe some of the students you been talking with have told anything important, you know people and cops” - he shrugged.
Lyle smiled and glued his eyes to the notebook to keep his concentration on the case and not on the impulse of tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Lyle did raised his eyes for an instant and said: “So please, feel free to share anything that you know whether strange or not. Every clue is important” - he said before his eyes were glued back in the paper.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 9:28:50 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - Alessandra felt a bit more at ease out in the hallway, and since the students of the high school were still in their classes, it was very quiet and the agent and herself would have some privacy for the discussion they were about to have. Alessa was hesitant to further expose the students to anything sinister. She didn’t believe that ignorance was bliss, but it was unfortunate that this small town had to be exposed to whatever was lurking around here. Hell, it’s unlucky when anyone has to be…but that was a whole other internal debate she didn’t need to have with herself at the moment. Her focus returned to the man in front of her and a small smile graced her features as she studied him. He seemed to be very calm, yet there was something about him she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He didn’t seem to be nervous…a bit shy, maybe? Alessa did know, however, that he was incredibly attractive. His hair had a bit of a messy quality to it that she liked, and his face showed just the right amount of stubble. Then there was his smile and laugh at her sassy comment (which she was thankful for because that could have been awkward) and his eyes…they were very kind, and Alessa found herself hoping that he didn’t think she was blatantly staring at him.
The young hunter was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the agent start to speak to her. Alessa gives a slight nod in agreement to his comment about civilians and cops, then rubs the side of her face, thinking he has a good point. Speaking to law enforcement is intimidating enough, but then trying to explain something that should be difficult in the ‘normal’ world made it damn near impossible. There was always the possibility that they would think you’re crazy…which, Alessandra knew, she was about to find out in a moment or two with Agent Morton here. “So please, feel free to share anything that you know whether strange or not. Every clue is important.” Ah, now this caught Alessa’s attention and she blinks a couple times as she watches him, even though his eyes are on his notepad. It was a variation of a line she often said herself when interviewing witnesses in a case, and it was the absolute truth. This made her think that the likelihood of him being a hunter was quite high. At least Alessa hoped so…it would be nice to have some help on this case. Of course him being close to her age and good looking might have a little something to do with it.
Alessandra clears her throat lightly and looks thoughtful, placing her hands on her hips as she begins to speak. “Well… I guess the strangest thing I’ve heard was about James. He’s known as pretty quiet and reserved to his classmates, at least up until a few days before he disappeared. Some students claim to have seen him punch his locker door so hard that it became severely dented and broke off its hinges…” She pauses for a few seconds and quietly watches Agent Morton before continuing with her statement. “It was hard to believe, but I took a look for myself…its obvious the door was recently replaced as it looks brand new.” Alessandra reaches up and runs a hand through her hair, letting out a quiet sigh as she decides on a plan of action. She had to know if the agent was familiar with the supernatural and her gaze falls on him again, showing a small smile. “I’m being dishonest about one thing though; it isn’t hard for me to believe. At all. Hopefully it isn’t for you, either.” After saying this, Alessa reaches up to the top button of her blouse and undoes it, then pulls the fabric to the side to reveal the anti-possession tattoo just below her collar bone on the left side. Alessa hopes her hunch is correct and as the bell sounds throughout the hallway, she buttons her collar once again and waits for a reaction from the agent.
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Post by Lyle York on Oct 23, 2013 5:07:12 GMT -5
Lyle raised his eyes; he had heard something about the kid acting different but, the story about the locker door unsurprisingly never came up. This fact alone gave him something to work with at least one of the kids had experienced some sort of change. What if he was being turned into “something”? Lyle thought about this without a clear idea of what could it be but, certain that he was in the right trail.
Lyle narrowed his eyebrows quietly ruminating the varied possibilities. Two kids missing, at least one of them displayed a change in behavior and an abnormal level of strength. Lyle realized right then, that if this physical force could bent metal, this would be something rather tough to kill. Lyle took a quick note in his notebook, it read: “James. Strong.”
It was a simple note; to remind him, about the new fact surrounding this case. “I see” - He said, nodding in reply to her statement. Lyle looked at the woman as she made a comment on how unbelievable that was. Lyle was well accustomed to such remarks. At least she wasn’t in a position where he had to warn her about impending danger.
Lyle made the mistake of looking at her face when she flashed him a tiny smile because he almost blushed at the gesture. He nodded and his eyes were averted back to the notebook quite quickly. Then he couldn’t help but, to look at her again by the time she finished the sentence. “What?” - He said in disbelief, was she saying what he thought she was saying?
Then she unbuttoned her shirt, Lyle lost all pretense of equanimity by this point and just dropped the notebook leaving his mouth open. Why is she undressing in the hallway? He thought. Lyle heart was beating by the mile when the reason for this became clearer and he saw a small tattoo on her skin. Lyle narrowed his eyes finding the drawing on the tattoo familiar.
The bell rang. He instantly reached into one of his jacket’s inner pockets for a small medallion with the same symbol engraved that he had seen on her skin before. There was no mistaking it, it was the same. Lyle face frowned. Wasn’t it dangerous to mark yourself with a powerful magical symbol? Wait no; there was another implication to this.
Either she was some sort of weirdo with demon warding tattoos and a kick for showing them off... or… or she was a hunter? SHE WAS A HUNTER?! Lyle blinked twice feeling rather surprised. He then realized he probably looked like a fool. He proceeded to clear his throat, tuck the medallion away and crouch to get the notebook from the floor.
“Ah, I see.” - He said looking away and scratching the back of his head with one hand as the other one fiercely grabbed the notebook. “Well, if that’s the way it is I reckon we should work together and share information” - he added, still glancing to the side. “I have to admit you used a smart move. Joining the working staff, this should give you pretty much all the access and opportunity that you’ll need” - he said.
Lyle wasn’t really clear if she worked there and had a past as a hunter or if she was a hunter that joined the personnel to have better access to Intel. But, he assumed the later because it made more sense to him. Although, she could be the one behind everything and if so, he might just had blown his cover as a FBI civilian. “So, I assume the locker incident is all you have to go for now.” - He said looking at her and smiling as he placed the notebook in his pocket. | ### WORDS TAGGED: ALESSA NOTES: |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 12:45:30 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - It was difficult for Alessandra to keep a straight face upon seeing the man’s initial reaction to her gesture. His composure seemed to just slip away from him completely if only for a moment, and Alessa looked from the notebook on the floor to the shocked expression on his face as she redid the button on her blouse. Either someone was expecting to get a free show, or he’s very surprised that I’m a hunter… It was no use, that thought pushed her over the edge and a small smirk showed itself on her fair features as she looked at him. It hadn’t been the most subtle thing the hunter could have done to reveal herself for who she really was, but it seemed to get the job done quickly enough.
Her hunch was fully confirmed when the man pulled out a medallion showing the same symbol and she studied it with a nod. Alessa had carried around something similar when she was younger, but Zach had insisted on her getting the tattoo when she turned 18. At any rate, it looked like she and the ‘agent’ were on the same page now. That’s what she was hoping, he could still be just a very good actor that is involved with what’s going on, although she was finding that more unlikely with each passing minute. However, Alessa would bring up running the usual ‘tests’ when they were alone so they could each be one hundred percent sure.
Alessandra listened to him as he mentioned working together and nodded, maybe just a bit too enthusiastically. She couldn’t help it, finding out that another hunter was also investigating this case was the best news she had received all day. Alessa looked around the hallway as it started to fill up with teenagers hurrying to their last class of the day and took a few steps closer to her new partner, so she could lower her voice a bit and still be heard. A smile shows itself at the compliment and unknown to Alessa, the slightest hint of pink can be seen on her cheeks as she looks away with a shrug. “I just figured it would be the best angle to work this particular case from is all.” She then returns her gaze to the man’s face and smiles brightly. “This works out perfectly, though. We’ll each bring something new to the table.”
Her attention was then pulled to the doorway of the Spanish class as the last of the teens left the room, followed by Ms. Cromwell who was ready to leave for the day. Alessandra offers a small wave towards the teacher and then looks back toward the hunter in front of her when he asks her about the case. Oh damn, there was that smile again. This time she manages to keep her composure a bit better and lets out a small sigh as she thinks about everything. “It stands out the most for sure.” She starts to say more, but then her blue-green gaze surveys the hallway once again and she gestures toward the now empty classroom, thinking it would be the best place to talk now that there would be no more classes in it for the day. Alessa leads the way inside and gently closes the door after he enters the room.
Alessandra’s mind was now racing with the facts from the case, the very few she had anyway. She had checked for various things around the school that would point to something else being responsible for what was going on, but she had come up mostly empty handed. After taking moment to collect her thoughts, Alessa makes her way toward the desk and casually leans against it while crossing her arms in front of her. “Well, I checked around for any signs of sulfur to see if maybe a demon decided to be a real asshole and mess with some teenagers, but I didn’t find any. I know ghost possession is pretty rare, but I also looked into that…seems highly unlikely.” She frowns a little bit and looks over at him, shaking her head. “I don’t like the thought of it…at all…but we may be dealing with a human student that is becoming something more.” Alessa bites her lip thoughtfully as she waits to hear what he thinks. This really was not sitting well with her, that they could possibly be hunting a creature that was still in high school. Not wanting to follow that train of thought at the moment, she snaps out of it and shakes her head a bit, realizing something. “Wow, we’ve been chatting all this time and I haven’t even given you my name.” She smiles a little and extends her hand out toward him. “I’m Alessandra…it’s really nice to meet you.”
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Post by Lyle York on Oct 27, 2013 8:15:08 GMT -5
Lyle followed the woman back to the classroom. Folding his arms and standing near the desk as she closed the door. Lyle nodded listening to all of the measures she had taken. She had thought of all the common culprits, demons and ghosts. To no avail, it seems, this was, something else. Lyle furrowed his brows hearing of what she thought. Lyle hadn’t thought about that possibility.
Well, to be perfectly exact, Lyle was beginning his inquiries. There were not many leads and truthfully even if this was a case of transition or transformation of any kind there was still the question of ‘into what?’ Lyle lifted a hand rubbing his chin in thought. He was snapped out of it by the beautiful woman officially introducing herself. Lyle smiled. “Ah! That’s a beautiful name.” - He said.
Lyle’s eyes wandered toward her extended hand. He seemed to debate for a few minutes on the subject and then he extended his hand touching hers. Lyle had shook many hands and introduced himself to new people all the time but, somehow the act of actually touching her felt like something more important than all those other times. Lyle had the surprising thought that this was the beginning of something else. But, of course he had to push such thoughts away because; there was work to be done.
“Lyle, that’s my real name” - he said letting go of her hand that felt very warm and soft. After a brief pause he added: “But, you should keep calling me Agent Morton for the sake of appearances” - he said simply shrugging with a serious yet somewhat relaxed face. “To be very honest, if your suspicions are correct we will have to take action depending of the danger that these circumstances posses for others.” - He said suddenly sounding a bit sterner.
Lyle took hunting very seriously, and even if he was dealing with something like this; he rarely wavered if he honestly felt humans were being endangered. Especially, when kids were tussled in the middle, Lyle looked at Alessandra watching her reaction. He was very sure she was bothered by the fact they had to deal with an innocent creature that; had yet to come to harms others. However, he needed to be sure they were both on the same page. While Lyle was very easy going and relaxed he could be a very relentless hunter. | ### WORDS TAGGED: ALESSA NOTES: |
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living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - Alessandra flashed a brief smile at the compliment to her name and said a quiet ‘thank you’, as it was something she hadn’t heard very often. He seemed to be deciding if he was going to shake her hand or not, which made Alessa feel a bit awkward. Just as she was about to lower her hand and pretend it was never held out in the first place, the man placed his hand around hers. It was odd…at first Alessa could have sworn that there was some static electricity built up, as the ‘jolt’ she felt almost made her jump. However after a few seconds she realized that there had to be more to it than that. She felt comforted, put at ease…things she hadn’t felt with someone she had only just met, and certainly not from a simple gesture like a handshake.
These thoughts were pushed aside as she let go of his hand and listened to his introduction, looking thoughtful at hearing his actual name. “Lyle…I like it much better than your alias, but you’re right about that.” Her thoughtful expression turns more solemn when Lyle continues to talk about what needs to be done. He was correct in what he said, there was no doubt. They had the safety of a couple hundred students to think about, and the surrounding populace of the small town. When stacked against the well being of one person, it was no contest. Regardless, the thought of the situation still left a bad feeling in the pit of Alessa’s stomach as she gazes at the floor.
On more than one occasion, Alessandra had been told that she was too kind hearted for this line of work. This was something that the hunter refused to believe about herself. Of course she had compassion and she cared about people, otherwise she wouldn’t be in this ‘profession’. Nevertheless, when it came right down to it, she knew that she would make the best decision possible and live with the consequences because that’s what hunters do. Alessandra lifts her gaze from the floor after a moment and looks over at Lyle, and she can tell he’s trying to figure out if she’s up to the task. It was understandable; no one wanted a partner who could possibly get squeamish at a critical moment of a case. Alessa’s features were set in stone with resolve as she gives a slight nod, her tone more firm. “I know. Keeping civilians safe is the main priority, whatever it takes.” It was a short statement but to the point, and hopefully enough for her fellow hunter.
A quiet sigh escapes from Alessandra’s lips while she reaches up to gently rub her forehead with the middle and index fingers of her right hand. She saw a strong cup of coffee in her near future due to the crappy sleep she received the night before. “Then there’s the second missing person, Chris. Almost everyone I tried talking with immediately clammed up at the mention of him.” She drops her hand back to her side and looks at Lyle once again, her face showing a very slight mischievous smile as she stands up straight. “I was able to, ah…borrow a couple files from the principles’ office while he was on a lunch break, though.” Alessa then makes her way to a large black messenger bag on the other side of the desk and bends down to pick it up, then sets it down on top of the desk.
Alessandra opens up the clasp and removes two files, one labeled ‘Franklin, James’ and the other ‘Myers, Chris’. She makes no move to open them right away and leaves them for Lyle to go through. She leans over slightly and taps them with her index finger. “The two missing teens have no less than a dozen different instances of bullying over the last couple years, with Chris being the aggressor. That’s only counting the ones that were actually reported. It could be a connection…one the police wouldn’t think about if they thought they were only looking for a couple of normal teen boys that just went missing.” Alessa wasn’t sure how helpful the information could be, but if her thoughts about James were the truth…it could definitely be something.
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Post by Lyle York on Oct 29, 2013 9:10:18 GMT -5
Lyle nodded feeling a bit better now that they were both on the same page. She probably still felt bad about the whole situation and Lyle could understand that. Although, with most of the hunters he had run into the past they were a bit... rougher than her. In fact, most of the time he had to make sure they did not went overboard with the hunting rather than worrying about them being soft hearted. Lyle wondered if he was even able to remain objective about the subject around her.
He slowly turned his head a little to the side and wondered if she would... the case Lyle, think of the case. Just as he was following the line of thought of forgetting about iddle things she spoke again. Lyle immediately reacted directing a piercing gaze towards her, unfolding his arms and bending a little in her direction. “Meyers, the jock?” - he said reaching in his pocket for his notebook.
While he looked through his notes Alessa spoke again and Lyle raised both eyebrows and then smiled like a kid who has been told about a friend’s mischief. “Well, aren’t you useful?” - he said, following her with both eyes and feet, moving a little to the side. “The kid that disappeared first was bullied by the second?” - He said absentmindedly leaving the notebook on the desk and grabbing the ‘Myers, Chris’ folder with some interest.
“That’s something no one told me, though it is not surprising. This kid’s friends acted very suspiciously. I know, they know something they are not telling me. And I’m not entirely sure it is just the bullying.” - he said turning a page. “Do you think, Franklin may have killed Myers?” - he asked bluntly. It was just a thought. But, he couldn’t ignore the information about the locker he had received earlier and also Alessa’s hunch about the case.
Lyle lifted his gaze from the file watching Alessandra’s reaction to the question he had just asked. “Mhh, this is interesting” - he muttered turning the file towards her and pointing at the PE teacher mention about an incident of some kids mocking Myers acting as his “reflection”. “Seems like the bully was suddenly being bullied. Kids these days” - he said shaking his head.
Some of the names of the file were some of the teen Lyle had interviewed as friends of the kid: Such good friends. It made Lyle glad he never had friends like that in high school or ever. “School is off but, I think we should interrogate these kids, what do you think?” - He said tilting his head a little to the side with a wide smile.
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living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - It took some concentration, but Alessandra was able to hold back a sassy and somewhat flirty comment when Lyle said something about her being useful, only showing a small smile. She usually didn’t have to remind herself this often to concentrate on the case at hand. It’s not that she wasn’t determined to get to the bottom of everything; Alessa just wasn’t used to having a partner like this one. As Lyle talked about how Myers’ friends were acting, she nods slightly in agreement while moving a stray strand of hair out of her face. It was obvious to her as well when she had tried questioning them. While Alessa had been convinced that it was because she was new to the school and really had no ‘right’ asking such things, it seemed Lyle had about the same amount of luck as she did and he was ‘FBI’.
The directness of his following question surprises Alessandra, but she manages not to let it show and just slowly lifts her gaze to meet Lyle’s, a small frown on her lips. It was a strong possibility and one that couldn’t be swept under the rug, especially if this teen was turning into a creature of some sort. Alessa felt like this was a test of her mettle, but she quickly pushes that thought away as she reaches up and gently runs her forefinger over her bottom lip, glancing to the side. “It’s a possibility. Looking at it from his perspective…you’re tormented for years, then one day you have the power to finally do something about it. It could very well be what happened.” Alessa then looks at Lyle once again and shrugs a little. If James did indeed take a life…there was no turning back; he would have to be dealt with.
Alessandra tilts her head to the side a bit when he flips the folder over and takes a few steps closer to him to read what he’s pointing at. She gently grasps the folder so she can get a better look and flicks her reading glasses down over her face. She quickly scans over the report and the names mentioned, committing them to memory. “Hmm…I wonder what would cause that to happen…” As she finishes thinking out loud and looks at Lyle once more, she realizes that she is standing quite close to him and clears her throat softly, averting her gaze back to the folder very quickly and walking back to the desk. Good grief, was being in this high school turning her back into a flustered teenager again?
Alessa picks up the files and places them back in the messenger bag so it didn’t look suspicious carrying them around, then slings the strap of the bag over her shoulder. She nods at hearing Lyle’s final question and turns around to face him, returning his smile with one of her own. “Sounds good, maybe questioning them together will get us better results than before. I also know who we could start with.” Alessa closes her eyes for a few brief seconds and drums her fingers on the side of the messenger bag as she thinks of the name. “Rebecca Jacobson. I was helping her with something when you first arrived. Not only is her name on that list, but she seemed rather nervous just looking at you…”
Alessa slowly opens her eyes and looks over at Lyle, remembering that she had been nervous too and what she had said because of it. She readjusts the strap of the bag on her shoulder and moves away from the desk closer to the door. “They’ll probably wonder why I’m with you…I guess you could say that you’ve enlisted me to help out? I mean you’re FBI so you can do just about whatever you want, right?” An amused noise can be heard as she glances over at Lyle with a faint smirk on her fair features. It felt so much better having a partner in this, as the case didn’t seem quite as difficult as it did before.
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Post by Lyle York on Nov 13, 2013 9:47:37 GMT -5
Lyle raised both eyebrows with a pleased expression. “Oh you do?” That’s good. I knew you would be useful - he said in a good-humored tone. He repressed the need to add some flirtatious line about her not only being a pretty face. Geez, the things that came into Lyle mind were a mixture of thoughts about the case and where could they eat later so he could impress her or something. Lyle looked at her eyes and her perfect smile and listened to her voice attentively as he tugged his hands in his pockets. “Rebecca Jacobson”- he muttered trying to remember her, she had been indeed jumpy in the classroom Lyle barely remembered this as he was to busy admiring the looks of Alessandra. Lyle lowered his eyes and almost blushed. Sheesh, this wasn’t anything at all the way a seasoned hunter should behave. It was even slightly worst because he knew she was a hunter too. He had to think respectfully of her or how could they work together? But, her smell and that lovel… no, no. CRAP CRAP CRAP. For God’s sake! Get it together, Lyle.Lyle directed his gaze towards Alessandra. “Sounds good to me, it is a place to start.” - He said with a small shrug. Lyle followed her to the door. “Or we can say you are undercover, I must of guess you got an FBI badge somewhere among your things?” - he says partially wishing he has a better excuse to be seen around her… Because of the case… because they are working together… WORKING DAMMIT! While Lyle debacled internally once again he followed her outside. “So, your ride or mine?” - He scratched the back of his head. “Mine is over there.” - Lyle said, pointing with his index finger to a black car, that looked recently polished, that was parked around the curve a little away from the school’s teacher’s parking lot. He tilted his head a little bit to the side admiring the car for a second. Afterwards his eyes turning to look at Alessandra’s face. “We can also take yours if you prefer so, or each drive to the place, I can follow you in mine if you want” - He said with a inquiring smile. Even though Lyle took pride in his cars he did not used hem as a way to impress girls. No, for him it was more of a personal enthusiasm, and he hardly expected people to feel the same way he did. In fact, he rather preferred they would be indifferent. That way they would not get funny ideas about touching the wheel. Lyle was very particular in this respect, only he was allowed to drive. | 460 WORDS TAGGED: @alessa NOTES: Nothing to add, sorry for making you wait!
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living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - As she is leaving the classroom, Alessandra glances over her shoulder at Lyle as he asks her about her fake FBI badge. Her forehead creases slightly in a thoughtful frown while she places the bag in front of herself and opens it up, peering inside and spying the badge wedged on the side next to the folders. “Ah…yeah, I have it. An excellent idea, I wonder why I didn’t think of it.” She reaches inside and grabs the badge, then places it into her pocket as she heads for the main doors leading out. Probably because you were too busy staring into those deep brown eyes of his, girlfriend… The random thought unknowingly makes a slight blush creep into her cheeks and she shakes her head a bit. This also makes her think…did he have a girlfriend? She honestly wouldn’t be surprised, he was good looking and seemed really nice and…
Seriously? You are not doing this RIGHT NOW! Focus on the case, solve it and then you can socialize. Alessandra could have ‘tsk’ed herself out loud right about now. She had worked with other male hunters, some around her age even and she had never had this kind of problem before. Well sure, a few had tried to hook up with her before but she just wasn’t interested; Alessandra wanted to be respected in the hunting community for her hunting skills, and lord knows how guys could talk when around other men. When they step outside into the cool fall air, Alessandra is brought out of her thoughts when Lyle asks her which car she would like to take. It really didn’t matter to her either way, and she looks from his face to the direction that he is pointing to see what kind of car he has. When she sees the nicely polished vehicle in the distance, her eyebrows raise in surprise and admiration.
Alessa had been raised for the second half of her childhood primarily by her father and Zach, who adored talking about cars and passed their love for them down to her, so she could appreciate the car she was looking at in that moment. As Lyle glanced at her and gave the different options of how to get to their destination, she didn’t take her eyes off of his car as a smile started to spread across her flushed lips. When he finishes talking, Alessandra gazes over at his face and points toward the car. “Is that…a Ford Thunderbird?” Her voice gets slightly higher pitched toward the end of the question and it’s obvious by how her face lights up that she already knows the answer to it. “Psh, there’s no question…we are definitely taking your car.” Alessandra quickly heads down the stairs and begins walking at a brisk pace toward the car, glancing behind her to see if Lyle was keeping up with her.
Alessandra stood next to the passenger door, seeing that the vehicle was noticeably well taken care of as she waits for Lyle to unlock the door to let her in. She looks at him with a grin and nods toward the car. “It’s nice to see a man that knows how to take such good care of a classic…” She can’t help it, a slight flirty tone can be heard in her words and she smiles a little more before slipping into the passenger seat. After she gazes around the interior briefly and admires what she sees, Alessandra places the messenger bag on the floor between her legs and opens it up once again. This time she removes another folder containing copies she had made of the addresses of students in the Advanced Spanish class.
She then grabs a pencil from a side pouch and scans through the paperwork until she finds Rebecca’s information and circles it. “Alright…so I memorized a map of the town, which was easy enough since it’s so small.” Alessandra shrugs a little and looks over at Lyle in the driver’s seat, vaguely thinking that he looks good behind the wheel. “I should be able to navigate us there no problem. Hopefully questioning her at home will make her feel more comfortable and more open to telling us things she may not have wanted to before.” She looks down at the other names on the piece of paper and thoughtfully taps the end of the pencil against her bottom lip. If this didn't work out, Alessandra pondered that they could always stop at another students house. However, time was of the essence now if they hoped to get to the bottom of this and save Chris at least. Alessandra looks away from the paper and back to Lyle, a determined look on her features as she nods slightly and gets ready to give him directions.
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Post by Lyle York on Nov 22, 2013 10:41:18 GMT -5
Lyle’s happy going expression faltered for a moment as he turned to look at Alessandra with perplexed eyes and his lips pursed down. Lyle opened his mouth to speak “Well… yeah it is” - He blinked a couple of times a bit taken aback that she did non only new the car was a ford, she knew the model and even better yet she could tell the year. I mean his last girlfriend was lucky to be so pretty becau… why was he comparing her to his last girlfriend?! Ah, damn to all hell. Lyle’s minds simply gave up all pretension of equanimity, because he was pretty sure that there was no way he would stop thinking about her… in that way.
“Well sure we can take mine.” - He said following her down the steps and scratching the back of his head while he wondered how long would it take them to reach the kid’s place. Alessa’s happy face was almost as intoxicant for him as some fancy perfume. Truly he wouldn’t have expected her to be into cars. But, then again all that he was finding out about her were positive girlfriend qualities. She was pretty, liked car’s hunted monsters and… and he was ways away from knowing everything about her. Not that he wouldn’t, in the brief period of time it had taken him to realize it, he had decided he liked her.
Lyle was very sure he didn’t want to hit on her while on the job and kind of wished he could focus better on the case. If his mind continued on the moon it would only hurt their attempts to uncover the truth. Besides, only because he liked her, it wasn’t definitely sure that she would feel the same way. And even if she did, they had a real case on their hands. Lyle move slowly behind Alessandra and opened the door for her with a tiny smile. A part of him still found hard to believe she liked this much the car. Lyle almost blushed to the sound of her voice. Geez, he was having a very strong reaction to her.
“Yeah, I love my car” - Love was a strong word, but for Lyle his car was his treasure. Lyle moved to his side of the car on glancing on the impeccable interior. Lyle was a mess the kind of guy who would dirty clothes on the floor, forgot to pay the bills and many things of the sort. But, the inside of his car was like a temple. He wouldn’t have dared to leave rotten food inside or leave any type of garbage in the inside. Lyle looked at Alessandra as she started looking through messenger bag. The back of her head was so cute. There is no proper explanation on why he found it cute, he just did. Lyle looked at Alessandra with some moderate surprise.
He had never memorized anything. Not even the route back to his motel, at least not right away. Lyle placed one hand on the wheel and started the car. “Well damn, Al. You really are a bag of tricks” - he simply said, sort of loosening up, because he was Lyle and that was bound to happen sooner or later. He started backing away slowly. “Just tell me when to turn and I will follow your every instruction.” - He said briefly glancing at her and the looking at the road head of him again. “If nothing, the possible company of her parents should work on our favor. I wouldn’t be much surprised if she folded under the pressure of being caught for lying to the police.”
Lyle laughed, because he found a little bit funny that a teenager could lie to him in private believing he was an FBI agent yet probably would bulge up under the fear of disappointing their parents. Truly, people are strange. Indeed, stranger than anything else.
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living is easy with eyes closed - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - Alessandra laughs a little with him at his last comment, idly fiddling with the heart shaped pendant on her necklace as she keeps her gaze forward. It was a little funny, because even though she was pretty sure that she wouldn’t have lied to the police as a kid, the thought of her dad being stern with her would have made her…whoa, wait a second. Her thoughts are interrupted as she realizes something; did Lyle just call her ‘Al’? Hearing that nickname usually made her think of a certain middle aged man from some show, sitting on the couch with a hand tucked into his pants, and a strong urge to kick whoever called her that. One other person was only ever allowed to call her Al, but…she honestly didn’t mind it that much coming from Lyle. As she thinks about this, Alessandra realizes that they are coming up on a turn and lightly clears her throat, sounding distracted. “Okay, take a right here. Luckily her house isn’t too far from the school.”
After a little more driving and a few more turns, they finally pull up to the two story residence of Rebecca Jacobson. Alessandra unbuckles her safety belt and pats various parts of her body to take stock of her hidden weapons, then opens the door and steps out into the chilly fall air once more. She looks down at herself and hopes that a trip to her hotel room is possible before they get any farther into this case…the thought of trying to run or fight in this attire and high heels wasn’t appealing to her at all. Alessandra makes her way around the front of the car and smiles a little at Lyle as he steps out. “That was a very nice ride, my good sir.” She lets out a quiet laugh and starts walking down the path leading to the front door. Suddenly a loud scream coming from inside the house makes Alessandra stop in her tracks for a fraction of a second, then she quickly glances at Lyle before taking off in a sprint toward the house. As they make their way up the steps of the front porch and reach the door, it flies open and a very frightened Rebecca comes running out and crashes right into Lyle.
The poor girl screams again and starts slapping at Lyle while yelling ‘get away from me!’ with her eyes tightly closed. “Whoa whoa, Rebecca it’s okay! We’re here to help!” Alessandra reaches out her hand and puts it on Rebecca’s shoulder firmly to get her to stop the assault on Lyle, and once Rebecca hears the familiar voice she opens her eyes and then proceeds to cling to Lyle, shaking and crying. Blinking a few times in surprise, Alessandra looks from Lyle and Rebecca to the door, half expecting someone to be chasing her. She takes a few steps closer to the doorway and peers inside while speaking to Rebecca in a calm tone. “Is someone in here?” Rebecca quickly shakes her head and takes a few steps back from Lyle, looking down at her feet. “N-No…b-backyard…I saw her out my bedroom window.” A puzzled look comes across Alessandra’s face as she gazes up at Lyle when she hears Rebecca refer to the person as ‘her’. Could that mean that James wasn’t behind this after all, or that he had help?
Alessandra knew there wasn’t a moment to spare if she wanted to catch sight of the suspect or at the very least find some kind of clue that could help them out with this case. She lowers her voice and steps closer to Lyle, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go check it out, while you question her.” Without another word, Alessandra lowers her hand and jogs down the porch steps then disappears around the side of the house. Splitting up wasn’t always the best idea, but someone had to stay with the teen and try to calm her down…and get her to tell what she knew. Once out of view, she reaches down to her right pant leg and pulls it up to reveal a knife strapped to her calf. She had been weary of keeping weapons on her at the school, but there was no way she could walk around completely unarmed in this situation. While Alessandra heads further away, Rebecca continues to look down at her feet, still trembling and shaking her head. “I’m l-losing it…just like Chris w-was before he…” Her tone is quiet and scared, and she can’t bring herself to finish her sentence as she hesitantly moves her gaze to Lyle’s face.
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