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Dennis Baker:
[---Day 3 (2/5)---March 16th---Location: The Boat---Mood: Awkward ---Ooc: N/A]

He slightly regretted asking the question after he did. Sure he was actually curious but he wasn't expecting her to spill out everything like that. Though he couldn't say he didn't know where she was coming from. After the musical happened he didn't really know what everyone actually did for those three months too much either. And even though he was there to witness those four deaths and was slightly mortified by this botched police investigation, he still felt a little bit out of place. Probably because he wasn't with the summer cap group of three years ago. Even still he felt like he had to come. "Listen Sasha, I know how you're feeling. I've been second guessing myself a lot the entire length of here as well, but we're here now. And I don't really think that people look at us as 'nuisance' or something. I think as long we don't think of this as some vacation everyone is fine with us." Or at least that's what he hoped. Also what the hell was with the random snoop dog playing.

He decided though, that perhaps like a good deal of people most likely(himself included), she was just having anxiety about almost being at Bentley. He decided that it might be better for the both of them if they were talking with other people for the length of the boat ride."Hey Sasha let's go find other people we can talk with. It'll probably make the boat ride go by faster. Come on." He lead Sasha around the boat and found two people that he knew.

"Hey Shane. Hey Zo-" he cut himself off because the entire scenario just looked really...odd. Zoey was curled up into a ball slightly panicking looking. And Shane was, well he didn't know how Shane was acting. "So um, is everything alright here?"

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 3 (1/5)~~~March 16th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: At places~~~Mood:Stoked~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

What a fun night it had been. Not only was he able to devour food, deliciously cooked he might add, to his hearts desire...or at least as much as they could, but the gang even got together to discuss all of their findings. He tried to come up with something to contribute to the group discussion, but having read seven useless books and one eighth one that was randomly on bleach he didn't feel like he could add anything. After all was said and done though night came and went with not much to offer and the morning came and went just as fast. Evan would totally have donned his rollerblades if not for the fact that he had to keep pace with the group and that rocking surfaces and wheeled shoes didn't go well together. Regardless he got on the boat and just walked around scanning around the boa-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Was that a shark on the boat. Man he knew yachts were supposed to be fancy but to think that they had their own walking sharks. Badass. He decided not to interact with the shark though because...it was a shark. Although it did look like it was going to go talk to the eye patch girl, Z.K. That's how he referred to her anyway. He decided to check in with the main group, who assumed was the "planning committee" of sorts. And if they weren't well then there needed to be one because they were basically flying in blind with nothing but odd trivia on the place.

He got inside to hear that they have...absolutely no plan. Also something about a sharknado (which might explain the amphibious shark on board) and not having the element of surprise. Also there was some girl who he hadn't recalled seeing for like, the longest of times, just hiding under a table. Ever since he saw her on this trip he's been trying to piece together what her name was, which he had narrowed it down to a state that had a North South version of it. From this clue he had narrowed it down to Dakota, Carolina, Kentucky and Wyoming...he really should've paid better attention to geography. He decided to put that off for just a bit until epiphany struck and chimed in "well even if they did know we're coming it's not like it makes much more of a difference. All that happens is that they get to act like shady people, and you know what they say." He stood there for a second trying to figure out what the metaphor was that involved spider webs before he just went back in with, "ya know the more people lie the easier it is for them to be caught in their lies. We're just gonna have to pay close attention to the way the people act." It wasn't really much of anything other than a "stay sharp" type message but still, he felt like adding in.


At that moment epiphany struck and he remembered her name Dotako...er Dakota. He may have accidently said that in the past. He decided to check on her because hiding under a table on a boat probably wasn't the safest of things. He walked over and bent down to establish, at the very least, same height levels. This was a very delicate situation that required the utmost care. "Yo Dakota, doing alright down there?" Smooth operator that Evan was.

Dennis Baker:
[---Day 3 (1/5)---March 16th---Location: The Boat---Mood: No turning back---Ooc: N/A]

The night and day had been pretty bad for Dennis. He didn't really enjoy not going immediately to Bentley, as the faster they could figure this, whatever was going on, out the better it would be. Even if they only stopped to spend the night to gain information, he still wasn't too fond of the idea. Not to mention they ended up going to the library where he found jack all about anything. Though he was interested in what everyone found out about. Apparently this large ass candy shop was supposed to be one of the most important buildings in all of Bentley, which made perfect sense to Dennis because who doesn't like candy. But even still what was up with all the weird stuff about Bentley. He really didn't like the thought of going to this town after learning all this shit that made it sound even more odd than he thought it was before...but it's not like the curiosity in human nature would let him turn back.

After dinner he spent the night in the inn room with the other 3 of his room. Shane asked him so he couldn't turn it down, and Sasha probably usually didn't have others to hang out with for whatever reason. Pierce was not someone he was expecting to meet in his room though. The four of them spent the night pretty quietly. Dennis felt awkward spending the night with two girls in the same room, but he eventually went to sleep nonetheless. When morning hit he woke up and got out of bed reluctantly, noting that today was finally the day they'd get to Bentley. With nervous thoughts, he got dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast before finally leaving for their grand expedition.

He walked around the town with the rest of the group until they got to dock. He watched the water as his mind drifted to mentally prepare himself. This was it, after getting on this boat there was no going back. No just walking away and forgetting about the whole thing. The only place from this boat was Bentley. He was so afraid of what waited in that unknown "cursed" town of Bentley that he didn't move until Julius finally presented the boat to the group. Trying his best to through all his fears away he walked onto the boat to set out on this journey to the unknown.

Not too long after everyone got on did Julius start the boat, and as such they took off to their adventure. He thought that it would be best to get situated somewhere on the boat and socialize the trip away. He found Sasha and sat on a sat near her. She was probably the best person to talk to on this trip because he didn't really know what to talk about with anyone else. Then again with his opening question he could've been talking to anyone. "So how are you feeling now? I mean about this trip and Bentley." Despite trying his best Dennis was still pretty nervous about the whole thing.

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 17 (4/4)\\\///October 8th, 2013\\\///Location: Manchester UK (Brandon's House)\\\///Mood: Worst (1/4) day ever.\\\

Brandon was sitting on his bed reading a book about some fantasy adventure about kids and gods and junk. The usual stuff. Granted that was only to distract him from the feelings of pain and loss he had experienced earlier. It was truly awful for the young boy. He had gone up stairs after eating his canned fruit for breakfast only to find a note from his dear mother telling him that he was going to have try harder if he wanted to break the rules and get away with it. The wench that was his mother found his spare tennis racket and tennis balls. He must've wept over his loss, for he would not see his beloved rackets for another week and that would leave him horribly out of practice...and bored. Then again there were other sports he could try to keep entertained with and there was always the world of literature...but it would just never be the same. Not to mention the goddamn power was out and who knew when it would be back on.

Brandon figured he had enough of this horrible (1/4) day Tuesday and decided to pack it in early. He took off his glasses and set them on his nightstand alongside his book. Covering himself up he started to think of how he would go about his next day. Phone was dead so no games there. Books were going to be finished soon and he'd need to buy more. Maybe basketball? Provided the court wasn't completely untraversable or full he'd probably go onto a street court and just play there for a good while. With the void of his tennis hobby desperately trying to be filled he eventually allowed sleep to overcome him and drift into the night.

Meanwhile Richard did like...nothing at all that day. He just sorta lied in bed not being able to put any effort into anything. Maybe tomorrow if he wasn't feeling so lazy, but he wasn't entirely sure of that either. He just went to bed and slept for the rest of the night.

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 2 (3/4)~~~March 15th, 2016, Tuesday~~~Location: Lyberry~~~Mood:To Reading!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

What else could Evan find in this library about... well not something that had no bearing on the case at all. He tried to think of all the facts in his head that he knew, which was next to none. Man he really knew jack all about Bentley.'Hmmmmmm,' he started pondering on what would be of importance to the case. There was the curse rumor going around, so maybe fantasy and legends would work out well. Though that might end up with more useless junk that had no real bearing on Bentley and just folklore stuff. Maybe trying to go and find the history of the town would give him some backstory on the town of Bentley. That seemed to be the most logical of choices and might give him a better understanding of just where they were going.

He walked around until he went to the first floor in the history section. He started to mull over all the things he could find in the library. What kind of history would he be looking for? Also just when should he go from. He hardly doubted Bentley had been such a strange and mysterious town since it's beginnings. So really he should probably think of going for more recent history. He figured anywhere between the last five to ten years would be a good time period to see if anything of importance or just anything out of the ordinary has happened. With that mindset he picked up a book that he figured was probably containing the info he sought for and just sat himself down in the middle of the isle and dove into the book.

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 2 (3/4)~~~March 15th, 2016, Tuesday~~~Location: Lyberry~~~Mood:To Reading!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

Evan had ended up being alright with his rooming arrangement. Mostly with people he was neutral with, but hey it was a new opportunity to make more people to talk to about...whatever. He grabbed his room key and walked up to his room. Entering the hotel room he found a place to put his bags and his fedora, he wasn't going to need it for today, no he had a new outfit planned. He grabbed the clothes out of his suitcase and went into the bathroom. After a fancy magical girl-esque transformation sequence changing he walked out of the bathroom in his new attire. That being a a t-shirt with a music score on it and gray sweatpants with a blue stripe running up the outside of both legs. He was tempted to put on his rollerblades before they left but a voice told him there was a time and place for everything, and that stopped him from putting them on. The sunglasses were still in his pocket though, because you never know when a pun is going to spring itself on you.

He walked outside with the rest of the group on their way to the library and admired the town. It was a place with all sorts of people running around, shops that he was interested to see if they were selling rollerblades, and just had an overall nice atmosphere. Evan would've loved to check up on his rollerblade theory but he was out to gain intel on Bentley and gain intel he would...unless like none of the books or people knew anything about it. If that were the case then this would just be a fun reading excursion.

They had made it to the library. How did he know? A gut feeling, the sign that read library and the giant floating text above it that said library. Granted that last one wasn't actually there, but it would have been so much more convenient if it was. The gang of 19 entered in separate intervals as to not look odd of being just 19 people sauntering into a public library for no real reason. He walked in there and was instantly elated at the sight of all the books there. Evan wasn't exactly a reading nut, but what he did enjoy about the sea of books was the covers. Specifically all the colors bouncing around making rainbows as far the eye could see. Evan merrily walked around the library picking up books, not even paying attention to where he was or what he was picking up. Regardless he eventually found a place to sit down and read the seven books of varying colors and began his dive into the world of text.

Evan had ended up finding absolutely nothing of interest...or at least not to the case. The red book was a culinary guide on how to make great pastries, the orange book was all about old poets and stuff, the yellow book was on firearms in general, the green book was about trees and various plants, the blue book was on the history of the kazoo, the indigo book was on birds and bird watching tips, and the violet book was on clouds and the different types of them. Despite going through all of them, due to the fact they had nothing of interest in them he just kind of didn't absorb any of the info at all. Maybe he should actually focus on something specific to the case that would help.

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 2 (2/4)~~~March 15th, 2016, Tuesday~~~Location: Inn~~~Mood:To Adventure!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

Evan just sort of stood there looking around while everyone was getting off the train. He looked at the town and thought it was the perfect place to start their investigation. After all the scene of the crime wasn't the only place to gather intel. He heard Erik's suggestion and thought to himself that it was a good thing Erik was here, he seemed to have that whole natural leader vibe that the group was probably going to need. After that he heard Bryan say that they were spending the night in this nice little town. It seemed a fine enough idea, after all most of the kids still seemed anxious and nervous all over the place so a day of rest before the large excursion would do the Junior Detectives good. With that thought in his head he hoisted his bags along and walked with everyone to the hotel.

Once in there he looked around in the lobby and found it to be quite nice looking. The floor looked so clean and smooth that Evan decided that he would put on his rollerblades outside of the hotel just out of respect for the floor, (and not because the inn owner would probably kick him out for it.) He then heard that it was four for a room and that Bryan, Julius, Erik and Maria were already together. Probably a good arrangement too. Evan didn't really think that Bryan and Julius were really ready for this case, and was slightly concerned that their emotion would cloud their judgement and probably get in the way. Erik would probably be able to keep them in check and Maria was just...well she was probably good at managing emotional people. However Evan needed a roommate, and the "Little Baker Bro" probably wasn't going to be up for staying together in a room with him, so he turned his attention to his Marxist Comrade.

"Yo Torv, wanna share a room together with me and any other working class buddies of yours?" Evan wasn't entirely sure who else to room with, but Torvald was bound to have some friends he'd like to room what with being such a likeable fellow. Some might think he was mocking Torvald by trying to mimic his speech but in actuality Evan was just sort of liked the way he spoke and thought he'd probably respond better to it. After waiting for Torvald's response he followed up with, "so after we get situated in our rooms what say we go around town and gather some good old intel on Bentley from the good old middle class fellows of Whittlebrooke. I mean ignorance is like, the real enemy or something and how much do we even know about Bentley?" He was pretty sure that was an expression, so he went with it.

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Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 2 (1/4)~~~March 15th, 2016, Tuesday~~~Location: Off Train~~~Mood:To Adventure!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}
Evan woke up to notice that the train had come to a complete stand still. Apparently the gang had made it to their destination and part 2 of their journey was about to get underway. Well it's not like there was anything the jovial man needed to do other than leave the train so that's just what he started doing. Flipping on his Fedora he grabbed his bags and went around. He ran into Dennis and after pleasantries the two stepped off the train and got off the train, to see everyone else out there.

EvanAllenWalker:
{~~~Day 1 (4/4)~~~March 14th, 2016, Monday~~~Location: Train~~~Mood:Comrade!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

After his brief conversation with Torvald, Evan was getting all sorts of warning signals from his body that bed time was this time. He bade good night to the youngish revolutionaire and rollerbladed off to his cabin...that was to say find an unoccupied cabin and claim it as his own for the night. He removed his tie and fedora, for those were not proper sleeping attire, along with his rollerblades. He was excited as the great Bentley investigation was nearing it's start. He'd give it everything he had or his middle name wasn't detec- wait he already established that it wasn't. Regardless he was going to put his best foot forward and get to the bottom of the case. Only then would everyones lives go back to the normal, the wrongdoers would be caught and all would finally be right with the world. Evan was not a serious man, but he was serious about this.

Dennis Baker:
[---Day 1 (4/4)---March 14th---Location: The Train---Mood: Anxious---Ooc: N/A]


He hopped on board the train alongside Sasha and sat down next to her. Things were alright between them, they had been able to chat for a good while to each other about a bunch of different things over the past few months and they had been able to hang out rather often. He felt like saying something, though he didn't really know how to start off a conversation in here. They were on a train to the oh so infamous Bentley and the severity and tension could be felt throughout the entire group before they entered the train. Dennis was still sort of contemplating the reason he even decided to go on this trip. Sure he didn't like the super natural rumors spreading about him and the entire cast of the musical being cursed, sure he didn't like all the unsolved murders and sure he didn't feel like being ignorant about these things...but he did enjoy his peaceful home life. Maybe this was all just some big mistake after all, then again he was already on the train so, short of jumping off the moving train, he was stuck on this journey like it or not.

While he hadn't done much aside from sitting on a train and walking to said train, he still felt exhausted. That was probably due to the lack of sleep the previous night provided him with. His anxiety that had accumulated about this trip had all manifested itself in a sleepless night , last night. Really needed some shut eye for tomorrow, when the whole...whatever the hell they were actually going to do was going to start. For now he needed his energy. "Night Sasha," he said as he left for an empty cabin. He laid down with many a thoughts racing through his head about this whole trip and why it just felt like a bad idea, but eventually sleep overtook his body.

EvanAllenWalker:
{~~~Day 1 (4/4)~~~March 14th, 2016, Monday~~~Location: Train~~~Mood:Comrade!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

The rest of the gang had gathered up in the place and the train had arrived on schedule. Too on schedule. No form of public transit ever appeared when it was supposed to and this made Evan suspicious for all of two seconds until he completely forgot he was suspicious of this. He looked around and noticed a few folks already boarding the train to go to Bentley. 'GoodJuniorDetectives,' he thought, smiling at everyones "eagerness" to get on with the self made investigation. He still wasn't entirely sure why most of the Fortissimo group was children. One would think that it'd be left to the ever so responsible adults, adults like Evan. He would get to the bottom of this case or his name wasn't Evan Detective Walker...which it wasn't but he decided to put that behind him for the moment. With nothing more to do he walked on board the train to get the party started.

Once on board he just sort of walked around noticing everyone fall into their different seating areas and Evan wondered who he could go pair up with. All the young-uns probably had their own little cliques and such that they were forming, and as lackadaisical as Evan was, he wasn't planning on going to go intrude on these young-uns and their youthful socialness. That left the group of adults, who while Evan thought of joining them, decided that perhaps they were doing their own investigation methods and he just might end up getting in the way. Regardless he took off his sunglasses because he was inside and there was nary a pun to be made. It was at this moment of pondering that he heard a voice, a rather boisterous one at that. One that could only belong to the only other level headed individual he could completely trust this case with...aside from Erik.

He started rollerblading to the direction the voice was coming from. Upon entering the room his suspicions had proven to be all too true. "Wellhellothereequallyasimportanttomeinthiscase,DetectiveTorvald." He stood there for a second and didn't actually recall Torvald getting on the train, but he brushed that thought aside. Instead of asking about that he continued with his usual carefree persona asking, "soItakeityouweredoinganotheroneofyourusualeffervescentgrandiose speechesabouttherevolutionsrequiredtotakedowntherich?" He quite enjoyed Torvald's speeches and as such decided always to use big words that he usually thought made sense in context. However, Evan didn't usually think of the rich as the first and foremost problem they should rise against. "ManIkeepsayingit'snottherichweshouldbeoverthrowing," he put up his hand blocking a side of his face, in case anyone was watching and whispered, "it's'bigbrother'man.Alwayswatchingandmonitoringeverythingwedo."His eyes shifted from side to side, thinking that the government had bugged the train, like he thought they bugged most everything.

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DAY 17​

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013​

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 17 (1/4)\\\///October 8th, 2013\\\///Location: Manchester UK (Brandon's House)\\\///Mood: Brilliant start to the day\\\

Brandon woke up that morning feeling completely refreshed and relaxed. The storm had finally subsided and he got out of bed to begin this new bright and cheery day. He slipped on a white t-shirt and a pair of blue boxer shorts before putting on his glasses. While he did enjoy the massive amount of lightning that had been going on these past few days, it was annoying having absolutely no power and darkened skies. He grabbed the tennis racket next to his bed and picked up a new tennis ball. He started bouncing the ball on the racket and figured it would be a good idea to go and get some breakfast. Canned foods had been quite the life saver these past few days and he wanted his canned pineapples for breakfast.

All did not go as planned however. When he walked into the living room on his way to the kitchen he saw his mother with a stern look on her face. 'Crap' he thought and accidently hit the ball too hard in his distraction, making it go up and then fall on his head. 'Double Crap.'

"Brandon Harrison." Never a good way to start a conversation when your mother uses your full name. "What's with this broken lamp here hmmm?"

'Triple Crap.' He hadn't realized that he might've actually hit something by accident when he was playing tennis in the living room yesterday. "Um well you see, i think it probably just fell down in like a, um, quake or something that happened alongside the lightning an all. You know how the place shakes an all." Totally saved that.

However his mother totally wasn't buying it and continued with her prosecution. "Oh if that's the case then I suppose you weren't playing tennis in here, like you aren't supposed to, and this tennis ball just happened to be here lying around."

'Quadruple Crap.' He started rubbing the back of his head in nervousness and said, "oh that was there?" A nervous laugh started to escape him, "well you know me and just leaving stuff around and all. I probably just forgot to put that away after bouncing it around like the one i just had." Probably didn't save it this time.

"Mhm, right right. And about your broken glasses in the trash and the bandage on your face?"

'Crap times 5 combo.' That was it, the final nail in the coffin. He had lost the debate against his mother and slung his head in defeat.

"That's what I thought." She held her hand out and grabbed the racket out of his hand. "Well you know the drill for breaking the rule. Paying for the glasses and lamp and no tennis for a week. Understood young man?"

With a lack of energy Brandon said, "yes mother." Slightly annoyed at his mother and slightly annoyed at his crap job of covering up he grabbed his canned pineapples and somberly ate them for breakfast...or at least that's how it would appear until he got his spare racket from under his bed and continued playing later in secret.

Richard Carver:
{---Day 16 (4/4)---Date: October 7th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Absent minded---Ooc: N/A}

So what had gotten done today? A good deal of nothing for one thing. He watched TV, but even then it was more like he "watched" TV. Apparently there had been another plane crash, which to be honest, seemed rather weird for different reasons then the first one. The first one just happened over a city and looked like a jacking of some sorts. This one was happening because, well it flew through a ****ing electric storm...which didn't seem like something a plane should ever do. So why exactly had it done it? He wasn't entirely sure of the answer, but it still felt oddly connected to everything else that seemed odd to Richard. Regardless of all his thoughts the day was ending and he needed to catch some sleep so he could prepare for...well nothing special really. He really didn't have anything going on tomorrow so why did he feel like going to sleep? No reason other than why not. With the day said and done he mosied on over to his bed and fell asleep there.

The storm raged on through the night. It was still considered rather unusual for how unrelenting and destructive it was proving to be. All that could be seen in the living room of the Harrison household was a young boy, wielding nothing but a tennis racket and a tennis ball. With the power out the young boy had nothing to entertain himself with, but he persisted with his tennis. He bounced the ball twice off the ground before throwing it into the air. As if almost in sync, the boy hit the ball with his racket at the same time a lightning bolt struck, illuminating the house for a brief moment. The shot he had made, however, bounced off the wall, to the floor, off the floor and directly into the young boys face. The only man capable of such a feea was none other than...

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 16 (4/4)\\\///October 7th, 2013\\\///Location: Manchester UK (Brandon's House)\\\///Mood: MY FACE!\\\

Brandon hit the ground hard and started writhing in pain for a few seconds. "Ow ow ow ow," he got up a bit and started rubbing his face. When he opened his eyes everything looked really funky and he was just like "whoa." He started wondering why his world looked really skewed when he realized his glasses had broken in the fall...which totally sucked, this was like the third time these past few months. Though this was the first time it had actually legitimately been his fault. After throwing them in a nearby trash can he looked in a mirror and, coupling the darkness with his bad vision, was only able to make out a little red thing on his face. Probably a piece of tomato or something that he landed on when he fell. He started feeling his way around for his spare pair of glasses when he finally found them, put them on, and looked back at the mirror he stepped back and let out a surprised noise. His face appeared to be bleeding.

Quickly running to the bathroom he opened up the cabinet with the band-aids and applied it to his face, stretched across his nose. Crisis averted. He was just really glad that it was late enough that his parents were in bed otherwise that could have been an awkward situation he got himself into. Regardless he avoided certain disaster and was rather proud of himself for this clean getaway. He was getting quite tired himself so he decided it was time to put himself to bed and look forward to another glorious day of life. Lightning was everywhere outside which he found oddly calming and he smiled as he drifted off to sleep...little did the boy know that when he hit the tennis ball after hitting his face it also ended up hitting a lamp which broke. The reason Brandom didn't realize this happened was because the sound of the thunder was timed perfectly with the crash of the lamp, so that would be a problem he'd have to sort tomorrow. Tonight was nothing but rainbows and lollipops.

Dennis Baker:
[---Day 1 (2/4)---March 14th---Location: Home---> Park and Ride---Mood: Nervous---Ooc: N/A]

Today was the day. One he had been dreading for quite awhile now. Earlier he was unsure of whether or not he wanted to go on this grand trip to Bentley, but now he was even more so regretting packing up for it. Why were people even wanting to go to that haunting place? Regardless he figured he had to go as well, since staying home wasn't doing him any favors at all. All that would happen would be those curse rumors would keep spreading around and people were already acting a little shifty around him as well. Going on this trip was the only thing he could really do to try and put all these odd deaths and murders behind him. Thankfully there was a large enough group going that he felt safe enough, but still he wasn't too excited about it. Not like a certain someone probably was.

With all the preparations done and nothing in his way he decided sooner rather than later was probably better to go. Granted he had no way there other than walking, because he was not leaving his bike locked up in some area again for days on end. Especially one where who knows who goes there. He checked his phone and noticed he had a new text from his good friend Sasha. Why exactly was she asking to hang out today? She was invited and it was pretty hard to forget today that they were going on a grand scale trip to do some detective work.

To Sasha:​

Don't you remember what today is? We're supposed to be at the Park N Ride and meet up with everyone there so we can go to Bentley.​

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With that out of the way he grabbed toast out of his toaster as a snack on the way there and slung his travel backpack over his shoulder. He started his long walk from home to the Park and Ride and somewhere along the way he realized just how far the thing was and just how barely on time he was going to get there. With little time to spare he finally arrived at the Park and Ride and noticed the large crowd that was already gathered. When he got close enough he said "hey everybody." Generic greetings out of the way he kind of just wandered a bit just sort of standing around. The atmosphere was certainly tense but there was no real reason it shouldn't be. He was still nervous about the whole trip thing but he was here now, so he was going whether he liked it or not.

Name: Brandon Harrison
Angel: Barachiel - Archangel of Lightning
Appearance: Here
Age: 17
Location: Manchester, UK
Occupation: Student, Member of the Tennis team
Religious Views: Bahá'í
Personality: Brandon is a man of an upbeat personality. Couple that with a never say die personality and you've got the high school tennis wiz. When it comes to interacting with people he is quite friendly towards people, even if he has no idea who they are. He will usually come across as quite clueless, which he is for the most part.

EvanAllenWalker:
{~~~Day 1 (2/4)~~~March 14th, 2016, Monday~~~Location:Home***Park and Ride~~~Mood:Detective-y~~~Music~~~Ooc: No need to fear with this man on the case~~~}

Evan had woken up that morning and stared at his giraffe dart board calendar, thing,and realized that today was the day. It was a morning just like any other, the world was in black and white or maybe a sepia filter, and it was lightly raining outside with stormy clouds overhead...only that neither of these things were true. Evan was actually quite upset with how beautiful a morning it actually was, totally not fitting for his whole detective persona he was going for. Regardless he got out of bed and started to get all his things together. He had put on all his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. A pink long sleeve dress shirt, blue jeans, a white fedora and a rainbow polka dotted tie. After examining the outfit thoroughly the man simply looked away and uttered a single word,"perfect."

Why was the man wearing such a fancy attire and imaging the world in an unrealistic color scheme, some might ask. The answer was quite simple. He had been asked to join a large group in order to thoroughly investigate a recent happening of murders.The disappearance, followed by the murder of, Noelle Chambers and Jonathan Menon. Furthermore the investigation had ended with nary a culprit to be caught.Truly only the loosest of cannons would dare take the investigation into their own hands to bring the wrongdoers of the law to justice. Enter Fortissimo Crime Investigation Group, Team, People. There was no way Evan was going to miss out on this sort of action. The thrill of investigating, finding clues, setting traps that were needlessly complicated and doomed to blow up in your face every time you used them. The only thing missing was a talking dog, but he digressed.

With everything all set he grabbed his keys and his two suitcases, one filled with all his spare clothes and one with his lucky quarter of flipping and dice of rolling if ever they came across a crossroads of sorts. He walked outside with nothing but his socks on and opened up his car to find the final suitcase in there, the one he had kept in his car and was saving for this day. He opened it to find inside was a pair of sunglasses and a new pair of rollerblades. His old ones were worn out and if he were to travel, he'd need these new travel rollerblades. The sunglasses were a precaution in the event someone, or himself, decided to make a really obviously bad pun. Securing his rollerblades on he looked ahead to the general direction he was going to and said, "i guess it's time to," he put on his sunglasses, "roll out." With that he locked his car up and rollerbladed his way to the park and ride.

Rollerblading in he noticed a handful of the Fortissimo group there. Some kids and a few adults as well. The gang wasn't nearly close to complete yet, but he figured everyone was probably making last minute preparations and were probably going to arrive, last minute. He started off early, so even if he was just rollerblading he made it at a reasonable time. As soon as he got close to the group he halted himself. Fully grasping the atmosphere of the situation he said, "wassup people?" in his usual cheerful, goofy demeanor.