Time2:00-3:00PM | Location Downtown/Police Department→Home
Mercy sat slumped at her desk, the scent of the lemon oil that had been used the night before to polish the hard wood filled her nose and she sighed deeply before sitting up straight and looking down at the file that sat before her. The small room was warm and it made the scent of the oil more profound and the sickly sweet scent of the Vanilla Pumpkin coffee her partner had brought in caused her stomach to roll. Mercy hated all things pumpkin but the sweet gesture had made it difficult for her just to throw it out but it had been sitting on her desk sense seven o'clock this morning and it was now a little after two in the afternoon.
Grumbling the dainty woman stood to her severely lacking height of 5'1 and slammed the case file shut, no matter how many times Mercy stared at it the facts didn't make any sense. It was almost as if this case had jumped out of one of her brothers books, picking up the coffee she evenly distributed it between her potted plants hoping the sugar and caffeine wouldn't kill them before snatching her jacket and purse. "I'm heading out, no matter what I do I cant figure out that case an being stuck in here isn't making me think any better. Hopefully I'll have an epiphany about it tonight." she practically growled out to her partner who had been making small talk with one of the patrol officers in the pen. His deep booming laugh seemed to follow her out of the building.
Taking a deep breath of air through her mouth, Mercy could almost taste the excitement in the air. The Fall Festival always drew a large crowd of townsfolk along with tourists from nearby towns. It also seemed to also pull a large crowd of criminals but lucky for her, after a eighteen hour work day due to that stupid case that she was no where near having any leads on, she was not on call and could enjoy it and some time with her brother."Detective Kyles!" came a squeaky voice to her left, she hadn't even made it two blocks from the prescient and she was already being chased by reporters. Making eye contact with the tall but slumped over mouse of a woman, Mercy raised her eyebrows in question. "Are there any leads on the Green case?" the reporter asked.
It didn't matter how many times Mercy and the other Detectives told the Reporters and the community that they cant comment on ongoing investigations they always ask. Always with the reasoning that 'the people deserve to know'. "Miss Daniels, as always, I cant comment on ongoing investigations though we are always looking for tips. If you hear anything please feel free to share." she said as respectfully as possible.
After extracting herself from the whining reporter and being stopped by a few residents she knew well, Mercy was finally on her way home. All she wanted to do was take off her work clothes and slip on her favorite exercise clothes to train off her stress before getting ready for the night which she knew Malcom would drag her to the activities. Her sensitive nose caught scent of rain and a small smile curved her lips, it was a few miles away so it wouldn't ruin the night but the fresh scent of wet earth would greet her in the morning. Finally making it to her home Mercy sighed in relief. Time for some training and then relaxation.
Time2:30-3:00PM | Location Sweet Spot Bakery
After losing track of time, Malcom was only now walking toward the bakery. He had meant to get there early in the morning so he could bring his sister some of her favorite gingerbread cookies and cranberry cupcakes to convince her that going to the Festival would be fun but of course the thirty minutes he had decided to right for had turned into close to eight hours. Eight freaking hours, now there is a good thing to come from it which was that he is now only four chapters and editing away from being able to publish his current book. Pushing his thick dark hair from his face as a playful breeze decided to tug on it, straightening his shoulders so he stood at his impressive height of 6'4.
Holding the door as a woman and child walked through he slipped inside the warm and fragrant shop, "Good afternoon!" he greeted the pretty girl behind the counter, "Now, I know this is a long shot but you wouldn't happen to have any of your gingerbread cookies and cranberry cupcakes left would you? I'm trying to bribe my sister into coming to the festival with me tonight." he said with his most charming smile as he leaned his hip against the counter. Malcom's eyes wondered down her body almost of their own accord before he snapped them back to her face with a slight shake of his head, as if he was scolding himself for being rude.
With a flirtatious grin he winked, "Though, if you come with me instead I would be more then pleased and I wont have to bribe my sister into being my date. smiling his eyes darted to the display searching for his bribes, even if the pretty bakery girl said yes he would still need the bribes for his sister to make sure she left isolation and had some fun.
Time2:30-3:15PM | Location Ledoux School Of The Arts
"The lighting techniques used in the early cinema of the late 1890s and the first years of the twentieth century were astonishingly primitive in comparison with those used in still photography. Filmmakers of that era did not adopt the range of artificial lighting that was already standard equipment in photographic studios and widely used by photographers to enhance the aesthetic appearance of their work. Instead, filmmakers relied almost entirely on bright daylight. For this reason, when films were not shot on location they were filmed on rooftop sets, or else in studios built with either an open air design or a glass roof." Coralia read out loud in her last of the day, History of Lighting and Technology in Film. Looking quickly at the clock she almost sighed with relief. Only fifteen more minutes then she could go home and get ready for tonight.
Her turn to read was over so, as she was prone to do, Coralia started to zone out. "MISS TIDES!" a yell startled her, looking up into her teachers irritated face she pouted. She very much disliked being scolded and it was guaranteed that she would be sense the professor in this course never yelled which meant he had wanted her attention for some time. "Now, I know this isn't a very interesting class, I also know that with the activates happening tonight its even harder to pay attention but please try next time." he scolded before walking back to the front of the room. "Homework is due next Wednesday, enjoy tonight. Stay safe." he dismissed the class.
Practically running from the school Coralia made it home in record time and raced inside, "MOM! I'm HOOOOMMMMEE!" she called out and was greeted by a deep husky laugh before her father picked her up and spun, giggling in delight when he finally put her down she smiled before rushing up to her room to do some of her homework before enjoying the Festival.