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[b]Location:[/b] Home then to the Clinic!
[b]Interactions:[/b] Alice[sup][@Undine][/sup], Scout[sup][@Liriia][/sup][/center]

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Of all the place that his mother had to choose, it had to be the smallest town in Washington with an active serial killer on the loose. That's right. Find out your son can drop your cat in a portal and where do you go? Murdersville, Washington.

[color=#20b2aa]"Does this place even [i]have[/i] a zip code?"[/color] Fox turned from his view looking out the window of their home, shared with a mom 'n pop antique store. So not only would the not get any visitors, it'd smell like old people everywhere. Lovely home. Guess it fared better than being surrounded by judgmental neighbors. Scratch that, [i]religious[/i], judgmental neighbors.

From the nearly barren kitchen, his mother barely made it through the archway with her coffee in tack. The cracked tile floors did a number on her high heeled feet. "Foxtrot, honey, don't be silly," she didn't looked convinced as she trotted over the creaking hardwood to where her son stood, "of course... they have that? I'm sure? Look, it'll be alright, sweetheart. We'll be fine, trust me. Just two more days till the movers come by." Marie stood beside her son, cupping his cheek with a freed hand, "Hopefully..."

[color=#20b2aa]"Speak for yourself—"[/color] she cut him off with a light slap and he flinched away, [color=#20b2aa]"-Ow! What the hell, mom?"[/color]

"Language."

[color=#20b2aa]"Sorry, Elder Sinclair,"[/color] Fox mocked, rolling his eyes and following his mother the moment she started for the kitchen.

Approaching the table, he noticed the basket of goods set off to the corner. The basket looked kind of wonky and a little too festive for September, with glitter and that sticky, stringy holiday lint stuff stuck to the handle. Marie wrapped her hand around it and waved it toward Fox. "The folks downstairs were gracious enough to loan me cooking supplies, so I baked a few things," Marie said, giving the basket to Fox, "they were originally for your first day of class here, but—you know the story. However, I did hear gossip 'bout a few kids finding themselves in the local clinic. Why don't you be a sweetheart and drop those cookies off? Make a good impression."

After a few steps toward the door, Fox could barely hear her muttered, "Time to start over, thank God." He bumbled slightly, at the top of the stairs where he watched his mom stomp down. New beginnings, right, like finding out you can stick your hand into another universe and pull out that stick of gum you lost all those years ago. Obviously, that put him at a great disadvantage.

Lie when necessary, as his mother always told him.

[color=#20b2aa]"Alright Fox,"[/color] he took a deep breath, straightening his sweater as he moved toward the door, [color=#20b2aa]"chin up. Tell no one you're hardly human anymore and a Mormon. Were. Uh. Are. Shit. Fuck.

"It's not hard to pretend you're Catholic and normal. Is that the go to religion? Uh, Protestant? I'll just run around wearing a Star of David—too Holocaust. Oh, that's [i]awful[/i]. Why'd I say that,"[/color] he eventually trailed off in his stride down the sidewalk, waving a bright green basket and wearing a red as Christmas Morning sweater with a sock monkey face on the front. [i]He looked ridiculous[/i].

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Why was there no one up front? Fox breathed in deep, keeping himself grounded and calm. Not like meeting new people was a big deal or anything in a new town and not knowing where hardly anyone was. Was this even a clinic? Fox turned around to see the photo of a Dr. Okada in the lobby waiting area. So it was.

Taking a chance, Fox looked through the secretary's window for any sign of life. Not seeing any—which honestly should have scared the shit out of him—Fox decided, what the hell? With an all too loud clack from his shoes, and creaking from the door, Fox bolted down the hall to the absolutely nearest open door. None of his actions even registered that any of this seemed like a bad idea. Not the creeping on injured teenagers. Or trespassing through a clinic hallway. Possibly getting himself sick or running smack into something awful and sharp and dangerous. Like used needles.

Fox paused beside room entrance, his lips pulling into a grimace as his mind caught up to exactly what he was doing. Of course, that all happened too late because he stood right in the middle of some place he shouldn't be with a basket full of cookies. And he looked like a total weirdo in his choice of outfit. Fox looked down at the offending sweater, pulling his lips into a disappointed, slightly exaggerated frown. [color=#20b2aa]"I'm the stupidest,"[/color]  Fox mumbled, [color=#20b2aa]"you're such a dweeb."[/color] 

Maybe if he turned back now—Fox turned his head up just in time to notice someone in suspicious nurse garb rounding the corner. Seeing no way out of this situation, Fox took the sharp turn into the wall, cursed and, then entered the room to nearly smack into a dark haired (very bushy browed) girl. His attention flung toward the sole bed's occupant, noticing the mummified girl in the bed and nearly mistaking her for a twelve year old. [color=#20b2aa]"You're short,"[/color] he huffed under his breath, not even loud enough for himself to hear.

[color=#20b2aa]"Oh, crap,"[/color]  Fox greeted in the most nontraditional way possible, flung his free hand up and mentally prepared himself. He nearly cursed at the subconscious reaction from his fingers as they wiggled in preparation. [color=#20b2aa]"I'm new and I brought cookies,"[/color]  he announced and held up the basket of said goods, [color=#20b2aa]"and I'm not a Mormon. I mean. Uh. I'm... uh..."[/color]  He slowly closed his eyes, squeezed them hard and brought his free hand to press on the bridge of his nose.

Closing his hand in a fist before letting it fall to his side, he tried again. [color=#20b2aa]"Foxtrot Sinclair and I've come with goodies,"[/color]  Fox smiled at his more successful second attempt and blushed a deep red for his first blunder. Wonderful impression. Last a life time. [s]Might as well die now[/s]