023 ♪ [Forward dated to Monday]

[numanstan]

[It's a lovely day in Mayfield-town, especially in the beautiful park-- except for one particular bench, which seems to be surrounded by a deep, penetrating sense of wrong. On this bench sits Vince, dressed in his punk outfit. He's chatting with a local crow, apparently gossiping about people as they walk by.]

Ha, yeah, she's such a slag, right?

[He'

Comments

hi do you mind a late tag

[jazz_trance]

[OBLIVIOUS TO THE EVIL AURA, OF COURSE.]

Gossiping with the crows again, are you?

nah man it's all good

[numanstan]

[completely

and totally

ignoring him]

[jazz_trance]

Hey. Hello? You goin' deaf?

[Snaps his fingers in front of Vince's face a few times.]

[numanstan]

[swats his hand away]

What's with losers these days and thinkin' normal people'd want to talk to 'em?

[jazz_trance]

...Excuse me?

Look, Vince, I've been meanin' to talk to you. It's important.

[numanstan]

[HUGE SIGH] Alright, but it'd better be good.

[jazz_trance]

Saya's been missing for over a week now. You... wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

[suspiciousss]

[numanstan]

Nope. Maybe she finally got the hint and killed herself. One can only hope, yeah?

[jazz_trance]

Vince!

[He... seriously can't believe he just said that.]

I know you two don't get along, but you could at least try to be a little sensitive, okay? My little girl's gone missing!

[numanstan]

Why? She's a freak. I'm glad she's gone. And y'oughta be glad, too-- now she won't kill your stupid arse in the middle of the night 'cause you're too fuckin' thick to see what she really is.