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[doesntjustify]

WHO: Nina, Jimmy, Eleanor, Abby
WHERE: The old bridge
WHEN: August 2nd 1934
WHY: Investigating disappearing homeless people. This should be fun.

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[ironhanded]

It wasn't hard to figure out what the girls were thinking as they drew away from the same confines of the school campus, away from even the well-walked streets of the nearby town, and closer to lesser-traveled roads, to unfamiliar territory. Honestly, it was Jimmy's first time to such places as well, but he had the blatant and unfortunate disregard for his own health that sometimes came with the perceived infallibility of youth, with young boys in particular. He had brought his sister along, and while he wasn't worried in the very least that she'd be able to hold her own, the girls other than Eleanor were beginning to look a little antsy. (As antsy as the stone-face of one could look, at least

[steelthyheart]

“This place is creepy,” Eleanor blurted out, rubbing down her goose bumps as she walked. “I mean… with all the weird stories about this place, I guess it’s a given.”

Her shoulders pinched as she followed along behind her brother. Her glance skirted along the rough-looking silhouette of the town, its presence looming on the horizon like a low-hanging moon. Despite the daylight, a crisp chill hung in the air, the kind that warned of the season change - reminiscent of October.

[ironhanded]

"I've got you, Ellie," Jimmy said, all bravado and basking in the chance to best his sister's no-nonsense attitude for once. After all, his father did impart to him at a very young age that the most important duty of a true gentleman was to protect his family, first and foremost.

But even Jimmy's gung-ho pace began to grow hesitant as they drew closer down to the bottom of the bridge, the beaten path becoming overgrown with weeds that were common this time of year. The group - four well-groomed, obviously well-fed children - drew obvious stares from the people that usually frequented the area, huddled in threadbare, worn, and dull-colored clothes that were thrown onto their frames layer by layer, gathering around in small groups for heat and under the bridge for shelter. It was still light enough to see outside, but even the shade of the bridge overhead made their looks a little ominous.

Without even having to speak up, they were approached first - an old man, beady-eyed but at least clean-shaven, stepped right into their path

[steelthyheart]

Eleanor drew back reflexively as the man stepped into view, drawing her hands to her chest. The stranger’s surveying glance injected a pinch of discomfort into the girl’s expression. Swallowing air, she composed herself, stepping up beside her brother. Perhaps she wasn’t raised to be manly and courageous, but she disliked being seen as the weaker half. “About the disappearances lately,” She began. “Have you heard anything about them?”