The phone rang in the dead of night. Eyes squinted into the dark abyss of the well blinded room. He picked up the phone that rung only once, and lifted it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Gersha, we need you-“
“-It’s two o’clock in the fucking morning. What are you an insomniac? And would you call me Skyler, I’m not old yet,” he grumbled into the phone. There was an irritated silence for a moment.
“There’s been blood shed. Meet us at 1208 N. Carter St. It’s down by the pizza parlor,”
“Meet you there, I told you I prefer to work solo, can’t find much with a mass of men all crowded around,”
“It’ll be good for you, just get your ass over here.” The line dropped and Skyler set down the phone. He flicked on the lights and threw on a white wife beater shirt with a long sleeve plaid and some plain jeans. He got his camera, pen, paper and cell phone clipping it to his belt. He quickly ran a comb through his dark chocolate hair, his emerald eyes game for the excursion. He left the apartment rushing down the flight of steps and took his motorcycle which he refused to use until someone had totaled his cheap Honda. Good riddance. He hopped on, slipped on his helmet and turned his knuckles on the bars. The vehicle sped forward down the dimly lighted streets. The traffic was barren and he was able to get to his destination in a few minutes.

The engine eased to a stop and he parked the bike on the curb. He walked down the stone path of the modest two story house. He studied the home and his attention was brought to a man in uniform who spoke up.
“Permit?”
“I’m an investigator journalist,” he said holding up his wallet with his picture.
“New here eh?”
“Yeah been working as one for a couple of months. Cop says I’ve got talent,” replied the younger male and shrugged. The door opened and he walked inside. He heard a murmur of voices up stairs. He jogged up to the crowds of police, detectives and the mother of the victim in tears. His eyes were greeted with the harsh flash of lights, and ears with scribbling of pens. The dark skinned boy’s eyes zoned in on the bloody body on the bed. The man’s brains had been blown out and scarlet had been splattered on the covers and ceiling. He looked around, there was a glass of half consumed vodka on the night stand, and a fallen gun lay to the man’s side. The window was closed and locked. This seemed like the perfect suicide…too perfect. Skyler’s attention from outside the caution tape was diverted.
“There lies Chris Jones. He was an undercover FBI agent, which was spying on the black market and picked up on the Italian mafia. Apparently the information he received was too much for him to handle…or he was stripped of it. But the evidence seems to mark it as a suicide,” said deputy Beatty. He rubbed his graying mustache.
“Possible, maybe it was framed as a suicide,”
“Nonsense. No trace was to be found of a killer. This is a sleepy town, Sky. No one around here would have had the skill or motivation, to leave an invisible trail,” scoffed the older man.

An hour into the night had passed and Skyler collected the information that satisfied and some that got him contemplating and rethinking. Pictures were snapped, notes were taken, and he conversed with the other authorities about their theories. Skyler stepped out on the front porch organizing his things, relieved to be away from the smell of death and salty tears of a grieve stricken women. He was then confronted.
“Hey there hero,” said a woman dressed in a pink robe. It was the next door neighbor, and had taken the chance to see what was going on, gossip was her favorite topic. She came face to face with, her parched lips holding a cigarette clamped between them. She blew a puff of smoke into his face, and Skyler held his breath, nose wrinkling.
“Not interested, these days you know smoking a few of those things are bad for your health,” he said turning his back on the woman. She was a regular, always stirring up trouble, her long stickly fingers, pale face and beady gray eyes indicated she was up to no good. Mrs. Burns had the position that Skyler had taken and replaced. She was fired after she was found leaking to the rival news company.

Hours passed by like minutes and the November sun had breached over the nearby foot hills. The skies were gray, and dark. Thunder threatened for rain, and the droplets ceased from their misty homes and fell down to earth. It was six o’ clock and Skyler walked bleary eyed down back to the house on Carter St. People were still in their beds at this hour and it was quiet out, and pleasant with the gentle drizzle. He would stop by where he would have the silence and the absence of pandemonium and smell and feel the air around him. He walked alone, his long overcoat flowing behind the backside of his knees, the cuffs of his jeans growing damp. He continued down the street eyes gazing at the bare twisted branches of the deciduous trees, their last leaves blown away by a whisper…

((Phew, long post. ))

wait...is this an ooc, or an Ic?

(( It's IC. But it's only between Sirius Baren and I. We're not accepting new characters as far as I know. But if Baren finds fit, you could join in perhaps. It's a kidnapping so after that happens a third person to play would be hard to do, unless your the cops after her and her hostage. ))

((Alright, here it is))

Emery stood in an alley two blocks down from the home she had just come from. Her hand were covered in blood, leaving them feeling sticky and dirty. She knew she had done something wrong, but she had to do it, there was no way around it. She felt horrible, the man didn't deserve to die, even though he was american, she knew he didn't deserve to die. It was her job though, more of a prison sentence, but it was her job. She quickly pulled on some black gloves she had left in the alley along with a long black overcoat to hide the blood covering her clothes. She wiped the gun clean and tossed it in the trash can she had been sitting on before she pocketed the small cloth.

It was around 4 now, she had been in the alley for 2 hours regretting her life, her work, her family, but not her brother. She sighed, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall and walked out of the alley and onto the sidewalk before she walked down to the house. She saw a fairly striking reporter up in the lit room taking notes. She saw the flash of cameras and the dull hum of voices. The police asked her to step back, she happily obliged. She stood there, watching the lit room, wondering if anyone suspected it was something other than suicide.

Emery was skilled at her job, she could do the perfect crime and make it look like suicide. However, she had met one FBI agent who had been very stubborn in one of her cases. She felt bad, he was dead for it. Why couldn't people just take things off of facts and leave her alone? The deeper someone would dive into the invisible murder, the further they were putting themselves into danger.

It was about two hours that she stood there, watching the whole thing. She took a small amount of satisfaction that people would come and try to solve these crimes. She watched as the same dark haired reporter come out. She was quite curious about him, something just poked her, telling her she should look deeper into him. She always had good instinct, and usually followed it, but she didn't want to get this man killed if that's what this would all lead to. Emery sighed, but was surprised to realize that he was actually more of an investigator. She groaned, this would be bad.

She watched him leave the premisis before she followed him. She adjusted her coat and gloves and pulled her hair up before she followed him. Emery checked her attitude and softened her face so she wouldn't seem to odd or commanding. Soon she caught up with him. She kept pace with him for a while before she looked over at him. "I saw you leaving that house, what happened?" she asked in an innocent and rather young voice as she stared at him with her large grayish blue eyes.

((Sorry, my posts aren't usually this long. xD I got kinda carried away. Don't feel you have to match it. I know it can be a pain in the ass.))

Skyler’s head turned, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. Her cloudy eyes were stark in the dim of the morning, and she was an admirable young woman. “Oh, the authorities think it’s a suicide someone committed,” he said stopping to face her, hands in his jacket pockets. “It’s total bull shit. There was no history of stress or depression in the guy, and the scene was…suspicious. He was a FBI following a mafia,” he said frowning, almost beginning a rant. Sometimes the police were so narrow minded and never thought outside the box, and kept to the cold hard evidence. It frustrated him, there could be a potential murderer and they let it go to save themselves the trouble. “It was murder. Keep an eye out,” he said beginning to walk again, his posture inviting her to follow is she wished. Something was strange though, she wasn’t in her pajamas and it was barely sunrise.

The male squinted at her. “What’s your name if you don’t mind me asking? You didn’t happen to witness anything did you?” he said voice hinting at something. His hand went down to his pocket where his paper and pen were stuffed incase she had something valuable to say. Little did Skyler know he was in close encounters with the killer herself…

Emery watched him, keeping her expression surprised and curious. "Oh really?" she asked inquisitively. In her mind, her thoughts were reeling as she realized she should go away and leave him alone while she could, but she knew she'd eventually end up having to come after him. It was obvious he looked past the facts into the open space of possibilities. "Really, the Mafia? Well you can't blame him then for getting himself into trouble, though really, FBI?" she asked while biting her lip.

Emery was getting sick of killing the FBI. Honestly, they needed better training. "Murder?" she asked shocked, frightened even. "You don't suppose that the murderer could still be around?" she moved close to him just because it would look suspicious if she didn't react to the news. "My name?" she wondered what was going on in his head. "Oh, well my name is Emery," she said, her strong Italian accent showing through.

"Witness anything? No I didn't. I was merely out for a walk when I saw all the flashing lights and cops at Jones' home." She said shrugging, not realizing her miss. She may be a deadly trained assassin, but she was terrible around people and slipped up a lot. "I feel bad for the guy, he probably didn't deserve death. Though I'm curious why you would say it is a murder. If all the facts point to suicide, than why can't you accept that?" she was almost annoyed with him, nearly giving him a look, but refrained from doing so.

Skyler cast an uneasy look at the girl, almost amused with how concerned she was. Things like this crime weren’t rare, they happened occasionally. Not only that, she seemed awfully concerned for a dead stranger. He shook his head. “Really, the government sent him to spy on the Mafia, find out their plans, locations and find members. So there’s the chance he committed suicide afraid he was going to be hunted down by the Mafia, which seems unlikely, or he was murdered before the information got through,” he explained. This conversation was good for him, gave time to review what he had seen at the crime scene, organizing his thoughts as he spoke.

He chuckled. “Yeah your name. See anyone else around?” he replied bluntly, although there was a hint of teasing humor. His eyes flicked as the name of the family’s house was spoken, her accent becoming apparent. He looked at her, his laser green eyes dangerous and threatened to pick the slightest twitch on Emery’s paler face, or the flutter of her blue tinted eyes. “How- do you know these people? Surely you don’t you didn’t mention the victim’s name,” he said tilting his head and eyeing her. Then something more peculiar. “And how would you know the evidence pointed to a suicide if that’s how it looked?” replied voice hardening. He paused again so Emery was between him and the brick wall. If you looked closely there was the smallest glimmer of fear in the male’s eyes, but he had to play the upper hand incase his suspicions were right. “Why wouldn’t I accept it was suicide? You think I would think twice of letting that murderer getting away with it? Running wild on the streets? Why would you be concerned if it were suicidal or murder eh?” he said hands on his hips. She’d have to cover up fast, if Emery didn’t want a phone call to police to hold and question her.

He smirked, quirking an eyebrow. The female seemed to be slightly upset with him.

Emery rolled her eyes, but it was done good naturedly. If he hadn't become a possible threat, she'd really actually like him. After all, he seemed observant, and very smart. She noticed the sudden change in his peculiar green eyes. She felt nervous, but it didn't show as he easily cornered her. It was just him and then a wall. She had no where to go, but she had been in this situation a dozen times that she had a perfect story.

She cast her eyes to the ground as her expression fell. "Well I've seen his name on t.v. I thought maybe he could help me. My parents were killed, it looked like suicide as well, so when I heard an officer speaking over his radio about it, my interest in the case spiked." Her face paled at the memory of seeing her dead parents in their bedroom. Her hands shook slightly as she leaned against the wall for support. "Well when you said that the police were sticking to cold hard facts, than it had to look like the perfect suicide." She said with a shrug.

She noticed the small spark of fear jump to his eyes, but it was easily stomped as the investigator side of him took better dominance. "I'm glad to hear there are people like you who think outside the box." Emery moved forward, looking up at him earnest. "Now Mr. Observant, you know my name, but what is yours?" she asked poking his chest slightly. "Perhaps you could even help me with my parents supposed suicide," she said giving him very good puppy dog eyes. "I know we couldn't get to far into it since the case is back in Italy, but perhaps if you looked at some of the pictures and news clips?" she asked staring at him hopefully.

“Ah, so I see. Oh, I’m sorry to hear that about your parents, that’s quite a shame,” he said rubbing the back of his head with a hand, his eyes softening. “That’s understandable…sorry for questioning you like that,” he said realizing he may have gotten a little aggressive when he cornered Emery like that. Sometimes he got so caught up in himself, he tended to push away the fact that others could be clever too. When he was on a roll, it’s hard to faze the investigator journalist. His gaze saw her body flinch at a memory, and his lips tugged downward, eyebrows arched diagonally with sympathy. His parents were still around, and it was impossible to imagine them dead, even though they lived on the west coast.

His frown lifted into a light smile, as she came closer. Skyler had a soft spot for girls, a sucker really and it would become apparent. “Thanks, good to know there’s those who still listen what’s outside the box,” he said shoulders visibly relaxing. He chuckled as the lean girl prodded his chest. “I’m Skyler, Sky for short,” he replied with a sincere nod. He held out his hand for a friendly shake. He bit his lip as the round blue eyes gazed up at him, and he had to think of something to say. “Well I would be more than happy to help you out, Emery…how long ago did your parents pass away?” he asked concerned and curious. “I’d do my best and see what I can do,” he said with a reassuring grin.

“Well I was going to hit the hay again, but you want to get some coffee and talk it over?” he asked, as the sun had begun to rise over the horizon.

Emery felt a huge amount of relief when he bought her story. It wasn't as though it was just a story, it was true, everything she said, but that wasn't the truth about her current prediciment. She smiled as he spoke. "Sky, well, nice to meet you officially," she said shaking his hand. It surprised her, she hadn't expected just a firm grip, though there was a gentleness behind it. It caused her to smile, not just some fake nice-to-meet-you smile, but a genuine happy smile. She was pleased to hear he would be willing to help her. She already knew the exact persons responsible, but this would give her an excuse to divert him away from the murder and give subtle hints about warning him against her and digging deeper.

"Oh uh," she paused rubbing the back of her neck as she took a deep breath and looked at him skeptically, but with herself. "Um, it happened 7 years ago," she still looked at him hopefully. "I know it's a long shot, but I'm confident it is suicide. My parents got in enough trouble that it would be murder." Emery backed away from him and leaned against the wall before she sighed.

"You know, coffee sounds nice," she spoke with some relief and began to walk. "If you're still willing to chase a cold case, then I can give you details on it and perhaps you can stop my hotel room and we can look over what I have?" she asked even though she felt like she was asking a bit much for him. Even now she regretted everything, but unless she wanted her brother dead, she had to keep tying up loose ends and getting rid of threats. She HATED her job.

His face brightened as she smiled. He wasn’t in the ‘zone’ any longer and seemed like any ordinary kid. “Good to meet you to Emery, pretty name,” he commented. He began walking again and turned a street corner heading to his favorite French cafe`. His walk was no longer urgent, but a calm striding swagger.

“Yeah sounds like quite a long shot. But you read these articles about cases being solved years later,” he replied. It was fascinating to him, the stories from tales, and the personalities and people involved. He wondered what kind of trouble it was, and contemplated to himself. He’d ask the question when they were out of the cold and in the warmth of the shop. “I’d be willing to help you out, but I can’t guarantee you anything, I’m working on a pretty serious case already. But they know I work alone, and they’d be okay if I left up to them. After all they don’t take my word for anything. A hotel room? Are you from around here?” he asked suspicions rising again, but he kept his cool. Maybe she was in town for work purposes or to see the extended family.

Skyler opened the glass door to the shop and walked inside. It was a cute little café fitted with European décor and tempting French pastries behind a wall of glass. The tables were fitted with lace cloth and bouquets of flowers. He walked up to the counter, looking over his shoulder for Emery. He took out his wallet. “It’ll be my treat,” he said willing to pay for her if she pleased for anything. He turned to the woman behind the register. “Can I have some that Brazilian coffee please, small,” he asked politely.
“Of course, sir,” she said looking to the girl.
“Anything for you ma’am?” she asked.

Afterward Skyler sat down at a table nearest to the window. He sipped his black coffee. “So tell me a little more about your parents,” he asked licking his lips.

Emery mumbled a bashful thanks at his compliment of her name. She was surprised to see the rather cute cafe. She would've expected him to go to a Starbucks or something, but this was a very nice surprise. It meant he was already out of the norm, though she was sure of that already. "I know, which is why I think you can help. After all, you seem to be quite observant and sharp. I'm confident that will get the case solved." She said just glad he was willing to help...even though she dreaded it a bit.

"That's good that you are on your own and not tied down to anyone," she smiled at him, it makes cleaning this mess up very easy. She thought grimly in her mind, but it didn't show on her face as she kept a smile. "No, I'm visiting here from Italy. Like I said, I thought perhaps the dead man might have any sort of information on my parents death. I don't know what Mafia he was investigating, but my parents were uncerimoniously linked to the Italian Mafia." She shrugged as she looked around the very modest, yet cute, cafe.

"Are you sure?" Emery asked concerned. He seemed so nice, it was such a pity. "The strongest thing you've got," Emery looked tired in the moment she asked for it. She'd seen enough death, and this mornings murder had been one of her more gory crimes. She thanked the lady and followed Skyler over to a table. She didn't like sitting by the window, but she didn't show it or mention anything.

"Like I said, they were connected to the Italian Mafia. They were filthy rich, and were a bit pompous. Don't doubt they didn't have good hearts, because they did," she spoke softly in a sad tone as she remembered her father wanting to pull away from the business, "but I guess when you're in the Mafia, you shouldn't have a soft heart." She laughed dryly before she took a big gulp of her the blackened coffee and sighed. Perhaps if she could only let her heart harden and let her brother be killed, then she would finally be free.

Yet she knew she'd never condemn her poor younger brother. He was taken care of, rather well actually, but only because she kept up her end of the deal and agreed to their work. "So," she began on a brighter not. "What kinds of cases do you do, other than murders/suicides?" she asked curiously.

The woman served up their orders and Skyler handed her the light amount of cash. “Hm,” Skyler sipped his coffee inhaling the wonderful smell of coffee beans. It also jerked him awake so he was able to focus more on the conversation. “Thanks, but don’t get you hopes high. I’m only human, and evidence fades over time. We’d be lucky if pictures and articles showed us the answer,” he said leaning back in his chair, enjoying the warmth that swelled inside his stomach now. “But, I’ll do my best. You never know, maybe you’re right we’ll solve it. It may not go down in the records if it is man slaughter, but at least you’ll know.”

He watched the hazelnut haired girl across from him, she was easy to read and listen too. Her facial features were sharp, eyes bright and lips a rosy flesh. “Yeah it is nice. I don’t feel like I’m re-writing anyone else’s stories, and can keep original and away from politics,” he listened carefully as she gave him more information on the relationship between Chris Jones and her parents. It was a coincidence that she came from Italy, and the Italian Mafia was involved. He decided not to tell her what Mafia was involved in the case he was currently working on. His plan was to stay, quiet, draw her in and when he was absolutely sure this young woman was a criminal, he’d make the strike. But then again perhaps her timing was bad, and she hadn’t made it in time to talk to the dead man. Perhaps this was all innocent and true, and she was so kind, and down to earth.

Skyler’s features grew stone like again. “Mafias. They are the worst. It’s not the matter if you have a cold heart. But once you’re involved there’s no way out, accept for hell or heaven,” his earthy gaze locked onto her murky eyes.

He sighed, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. “Oh I do general news as well. Things like discoveries, local events, culture. I used to write about celebrities, but that was gawd awful,” he laughed. “But I like covering crimes, it’s a lot more interesting, and I get my adrenaline in the morning,” he said grinning. “So what do you do for a living?” he asked taking another swig of his coffee.

Emery was a little unnerved as she listened to him. "I understand that, but, here, look," she said pulling a small dime out of her pocket. She hid it in under one of the three plates. She moved them around until even she didn't know where they were. She sat back, letting him think it over. "Yes, sometimes it is just enough for yourself to know the truth, even if no one will believe it or even listen to you." She knew she spoke the truth.

She eyed him curiously as he stared at her for a moment. "Politics, I can't tell you how much I loathe it," she said sipping more of her coffee. Emery kept one eye on him as she looked around. He seemed to be thinking her over, it made her a bit nervous, but she kept calm as she watched him. "Yes, Mafia is truly of the devil," she said sinking into her chair. He spoke it, true and true. "It really is impossible to get out," she mumbled not meeting his gaze for a moment.

Emery was glad he quickly moved topics. "Really, well, celebrities are eventually dull and bone dry." She said. "It sounds interesting enough," she nodded at the thought. "Uh..." she stopped, she'd never actually had to have a fake job before. She felt a bit panicked and her mind took a spin as fear showed in her eyes for a brief moment. "I'm a uh...librarian." She stuttered trying to get over her brief moment of stumbling.

Skyler was enjoying this interesting conversation. He watched the plates and invisible dime go round. “Yeah…just settles your mind after you’re sure,” he said. He picked a plate and lifted it, and picked up the dime with a smirk. Her trickster fingers was no match for his hawk’s eye. He flipped the dime with his and caught it in one hand. He pulled out a few dollars and dime there for the tip.

“A lot of trouble gets stirred up in cults, gangs and mafias. Problem with mafias is that your life is on the line until you realize there’s a gun to your head,” he said sighing, agreeing. He blinked her eye contact taking a moment to reach his own gaze.

“Yeah and a pain the ass, and dull. The other stuff I can handle,” he said finishing off his drink with a satisfied gasp of air, he set his mug down with a clunk. Emery didn’t know it, but what seemed like seconds were only nano-seconds as she thought of an answer, but did notice a slight pause. Although it was nothing to note. “A librarian hm? You must be well read. I’m sure they have grand libraries in Italy,” he said nodding. Maybe that uneasy spark in her eye was the simplicity of her job, who knew. “Well, shall we go. You want to split, or do you want me to see those pictures and articles now? If you want to meet again, we could exchange numbers if you’ve got a cell phone,” he said scooting his chair out, and stretching his legs.

Emery was surprised, but pleasantly so. She fixed the plates while smiling broadly. "See, that's proof you can solve any case as long as you work hard and keep mind to the little clues." She said while staring amazed at the dime between his fingers. "Okay, I didn't even know where it was, how did you do that?" she asked puzzled. She got up and stretched as well. "Yeah, I can show them for you." She put her hands in her pocket.

She realized an error. Her clothes, her hands, it was all covered it blood. She kept a smile on as they walked out of the quaint cafe. "Yes, there are very many large and wonderful libraries. There are so many old volumes there, it is wonderful." She smiled as she remembered being in them as a child. "Here's my number anyway," she said handing him a piece of paper out of her pocket.

Emery didn't like the talk about the Mafia, the fact that she worked for the Italian Mafia was enough to make her sick. She led the way to the hotel quietly. She felt panicked, how could she conceal the blood? She could always pretend that there was an accident, and really cut herself somewhere, it would save her skin, but she hated inflicting pain on herself. For now it was all she could think of. She smiled at Sky, trying to pretend to be optimistic. "It might be messy there, I don't clean much when I travel, so I hope it's okay with you."

“I listened,” he said smirking playfully. “I heard the dime slide around one of the plates every time that one moved,” he explained. When he was paying attention all his senses were involved. “Why don’t you show me at the hotel? We don’t want to scare anybody,” he said nodding his head to the scarce amount of people in the café. Emery got lucky, she was saved from showing her hands and was dismissed until later.

“I’ve always wanted to visit Europe, maybe when I get the money. I do love culture,” he added. He liked adventure and trying new things, but he didn’t realize he was about to take those two things to the extremes. “Are you eager to go back home?” he asked curious to whether she disliked the United States for its bland culture, and gray cement buildings. He took the slip of paper. “Thanks, here is mine,” he said handing her a card. “Incase you’ve got plans.”

“Haha you’re talking to the king of mess,” Skyler laughed. “I wouldn’t mind, my apartment is pretty trashed, I don’t have the time to keep it clean,” he replied walking out with Emery. He noticed her stiff smile he received, it was a genuine fake. He walked along calmly confident this situation was under control. He went silent for a bit, watching strangers and his surroundings come to life as the morning hours grew late.

Emery was very impressed. "Well Sky, I have to say, you are definitely leaving a very good impression on me so far. You are one of a kind, and I mean that to its fullest. Most people wouldn't bother with tuning their senses or sticking up for justice, most would just go about their life and peg the wrong people and get it over with. Bravo," she commended him in a happy and light tone.

The hotel was a few blocks away, the closest one to her targets house. She felt bad, reeling Skyler in like this, but he was turning out to be too dangerous to be left alone. She kept up her good facade, acting rather happy and almost genuinely feeling it. She knew it was a pity for someone so unique and being his own person to be eliminated. "Yes and no," she said thoughtfully as they rounded a corner. The hotel was on the road the road they were heading down, but still a few blocks away.

"I don't like it here, but I'm not ready to go back home, truly, I'm not," she sighed to herself. She loved missions that took her far out of Italy. Even though her brother was constantly in her mind, as long as she kept doing her job he would be well taken care of. She just liked knowing someone couldn't find her or see her without having to travel as well.

Emery laughed with him, glad for the break in the conversation. "Well I don't blame, what with the work you are in you must be busy all th etime." Emery smiled. Soon they came to the hotel, it wasn't average, or fancy either, it was a 3 star hotel and kept up very well indeed. She led the way to her room, 317, and opened it up. Some of her clothes were strewn about, and she blushed realizing that some of her undergarments lay carelessly about.

"Uh," she stumbled, picking it all up and shoving it under the bed, her face was bright red. "Maybe coming here before I had a chance to tidy things was a bad idea," she stuttered and coughed trying to clear her throat. "I need to use the restroom real quick, so if you don't mind waiting, I'll be back in a moment." She said offering him a smile before she rushed into the bathroom.

Emery panicked, she took the coat off as well as the gloves. Her hands were crusty and uncomfortable from the dry blood. The blood stuck everywhere, her coat, her blouse, even the inside of the gloves. She frowned and pulled a knif from its hiding place on top of the mirror. She sighed before she plunged the knife into her leg. Soon her own blood was gushing everywhere. Okay, so severing an artery was a bad idea, but she'd live. She quickly shuffled things about, making a racket before she fell against the ground and let out a scream. Enough of her own blood masked her targets. "Skyler!" she screamed panicked.

Skyler grinned, mood lifted quite a bit by Emery’s generous compliment. “Wow, that means a lot to me. Surely one, who knows it, possesses it as well. I’d say you’ve got perseverance, and good stubbornness. Not giving up on your parents like that, you coming all the way out here to set things straight,” he said his white teeth clearly showing, as they walked with head held high. The tasteful young woman was beginning to grow on him. By now they were already friends. Although she may be a friend hiding something, that could be potentially dangerous. But so far the way things added up she seemed like the kind of girl he’d want to spend time with.

Maybe the truth hurt, and he didn’t want Emery to be a murderer...

He looked at Emery his gaze comforting and attentive. “Why don’t you want to go back? Is there trouble back home?…Well actually- sorry I guess this isn’t my business. I keep getting carried away sorry,” he apologized with a crooked grin. Sometimes so many personal questions were irritating, and he didn’t want to come across as invasive, he was a person now.

Skyler stepped into 317 looking curiously about the walls, he hadn’t noticed the under garments scattered about on the floor, until he heard her uneasy voice. He quickly turned away, chuckling. “It’s fine, you didn’t know you were having company,” he said looking at his shoes until she gathered her belongings. He put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels nonchalantly. “Sure, I can wait,” he said leaning his back to the wall, one leg crossed over another.

The male, waited playing a tune in his head as he tapped his foot along to the silent beat. Then a scream made him jump with surprise as his name was screeched, making the hair on the back of his neck rise in alarm. “Emery?!” he hollered, before pushing the door open. Then again the chillingly familiar sight of blood caught his eye, as the scarlet liquid dribbled freely from her wound. He knelt down before her examining the wound. It was deep and not too wide in length. “What the fuck happened?” he said eyes glancing about the room. Then he thought he had spotted brown dried blood on her shirt, but as she panicked the splotch was hidden by her coat. “S-should I call 911?” he said a bewildered, not sure how serious this could be.