A World of Ink {Invite Only}

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    "Really, that's what you're worried about?" He looked sideways at Tommy, up from the magazine he was reading only for a moment. "I don't know about you, but I'd say there are more important things."
    Sasha pushed her mind to remember more, but it hurt. She looked up at the clock, 7:46! She had thought it was still morning. More and more she pushed her mind to remember, but all thoughts of this morning were blurry, all she could think of were a few faces she had seen. Including Dallas's.

    At his comment, Noelle got defensive. "Some people are different. He wants to be a straight-A student, you want to be a d0ucheb@g. We all have different preferences," she muttered, glaring at Dallas.

    "Woah." Dallas chuckled, looking back up, "Sorry, I just think that this might be more important than school, but that's just me." He looked back down and turned a page. "I guess it isn't too important, she's doing better. Or at least, she was when I saw her earlier."
    At this moment, Conor burst through the doors, breathing heavily. He looked up and flinched at the other's presence. "Why are you guys here?"

    "We were witnesses at the crime scene. We had to report here after school," Tommy piped up. "Although, I wasn't exactly there..." Noelle shrugged, because it was true.

    Noelle decided to explain. "We found some girl's body in a pool of blood that wasn't her own. She had a knife in her hands. A trail of bloody footprints led to an alleyway, where we found Sasha with a bleeding wound. We called 911, and they came and picked her up. They" -- she gestured to Pierce, also mentioning Steven -- " went to go find the other girl, but she had disappeared."

    "Poof." Steven empathized, "Gone." He looked back up at the clock, almost time to go inside. He shuffled, he didn't think he was ready to go in.
    Conor looked at them, "O-okay, sounds reasonable." His face was pale, but he nodded. Sitting down in a big comfy chair in the corner, he sighed.

    Noelle was silent after that. She scrolled through her phone, and finally, 8:00 o' clock rolled around. Everyone stood as they were directed by the receptionist to Sasha's room. Besides her, a detective-looking man sat off to the side, and he gestured for everyone to sit.


    ((You can control the detective. He's there for answers on the crime))

    "Please, sit." He wrote something down hastily on a pad, then looked back up at the others. "I think you all know why you're here." He looked around, his eyes slits. He looked back at the pad. "I need to see... Tommy first." He looked back up and began to walk into the hall.

    Tommy tensed up and guld loudly, standing abruptly. Noelle patted him on the back before watching him leave, heading to the hallway. Tom took a seat across from the man clearly frightened.

    "Calm down son." He sorted through some items in his bag. Even though he said that he meant no harm, his face was terrifying, it had a scar on the chin and his cheek bones were massive. "I just need to ask you some questions about the crime."

    Tommy nodded stiffly, twiddling his thumbs together. "I-I don't know everything. I didn't, um, go with them to find Sasha. I just s-saw a body of a girl on the pavement. She was breathing, and surrounded by blood, but it wasn't her own. She had a knife too. And bloody footprints led away from the scene."

    "Yes, okay." He wrote it down on the pad, "Where did you go after that?" He looked up suspiciously.
    Sasha looked around the room, she felt a little dizzy after trying so hard to remember. "H-hey." She managed.

    "I was waiting nearby on the sidewalk for my sister, Noelle, she's in there, to get back. She was handling the situation with the other two guys," Tommy reported, fidgeting. He wasn't lying at all, he just didn't react well to situations like this.
    Noelle waved a hand limply at Sasha. She didn't know if she could see,it she didn't say anything.

    The man nodded, "Okay, thanks, that'll be all." He started shuffling through his things again. Without looking up, he said, "Send for that younger fellow, uhh Steve or Stephan."
    Sasha nodded at her, "Hey, w-why are you g-guys here?" She looked directly at Noelle while she asked.

    Noelle tried not to fidget. "We were witnesses at the crime scene, and the guy wants to ask some questions." Just then, Tommy walked in. "It's your turn, Steven." He took a seat next to Noelle.

    Steven froze, slowly nodding. As he walked out into the hall, he nearly tripped on his own feet, his glasses slipped off his face and he rammed face first into the chair. It took a minute, but the detective spoke, "Nervous much?"

    Noelle glanced at Tommy. "You alright?" she asked. He nodded, but she didn't believe him one bit. He didn't take kindly to situations like this.