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[MissCapnCrunch]

Wednesday July 6th, 2016. 1:00 PM

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The case of victim Olivia Ramirez is revealing more information by the hour as the investigation team works hard behind the scenes to crack the case. What at first appeared to be just an accident due to the independence day activities two days ago by the Lafayette Bayou has now developed into a full blow murder case. Autopsy reports show that the victim had a chunk of skin taken from her skin from what could be animal or perhaps even human. The victim's mother Nicole Ramirez, owner of local establishment: "Nicky's Mexican Restaurant." had this to say to our reporter: "I am at a loss of words for what has happened to my daughter. She was a shining star and had a lot of potential to do well in this town. She was a beautiful person inside and out, and my heart is broken. Not only for my daughter but for the person who could have done this to my daughter. I don't know who you are or why you did this..but I" (Nicole begans crying and the camera pans away). More information will be released as this case is solved. If you know any information please report to the Dixie Inn police station as soon as possible. Now we go to Jacob Greene with sports, Jacob!"

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Bailey switched the tv completely off. She hated watching the news already, but with the outcome of recent events the only thing playing was the murder of Olivia. Olivia's mangled water logged body was already haunting every corner of Bailey's mind, she didn't need some outside source reminding her about it every hour on the hour. Throwing herself back onto the couch in her living room she reached over to her phone, browsing the texts she had received from her friends earlier in the day. She didn't bother responding, she rarely did. Her father and mother were out for the afternoon running errands around town. During the summer time the Sinclaire family struggled a bit financially since both parents were out of work when school was out.

Grabbing her phone from the couch she stood up and placed it in the back pocket of her jean shorts. She had about twenty dollars to her name, her house keys, and a resting bitch face on her as she hopped down the front porch steps and made a straight path across the lawn towards her neighbors house. Most people were lucky if their best friends lived within the hour of one another, and here Bailey was with her best friend right next door. The two we're pretty close, bonding over their misadventures of growing up.

Raising her arm up she knocked loudly on Evelyn's bedroom window. "Is your ass awake?" she called loudly from outside. Yesterday had been a hard time for everyone, and Bailey wouldn't be surprised if Eve had stayed up all night worrying and hadn't gotten any sleep. "Evelyn Juneeeeeeee" Bailey sang out loudly again, knocking once more on the window. Most people would have gone to the front door of the house but this way she wouldn't have to deal with Evelyn's parents. Hopefully the group could get together to talk about what happened to ease their minds, and also talk about what they wanted to do this summer for fun besides the usual.

[smarty0114]

Location - O'Connor House
Interacting With - Jamie, Via Text ([@BassDrop])

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Charlie's eyes fluttered open and he rolled out of bed, landing hard on the wood floor of his bedroom. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing his head. He shook his head quickly, waking himself up before clambering up and onto his feet. His chocolate brown hair was a mess, and there was a bit of drool on his face, which he wiped off with the back of his hand. Shocked by the sight of himself in the mirror, he made a beeline for the shower, planning on washing away the night.

After his shower, he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, where he poured himself a bowl of cereal and watched the news. They were talking about Olivia again, so he payed very little attention. He really didn't need the constant reminders. He sighed and washed out his now empty bowl, and went back up to his room to grab his phone, running a hand through his hair along the way. The house was oddly quiet today most likely due to him being the only one there. His mom was at work at the hospital, and Colin was on a run or something. He really didn't keep track of his brother's exercise habits so he wasn't positive.

Once he'd found his phone in the war zone that was his bedroom, Charlie began typing out a short text to Jamie, one of his best friends. He figured they could get the squad together, maybe go somewhere around town.

To: Jamessssss

hey if you're not up, get up. we should get the gang together and go do something

The text was sent out and Charlie quickly put on his pair of black converse, already anticipating that he'd be leaving the house soon.

[SheriffLlama]

Sawyer, Benjamin, and Danielle Crowe - Tommy's

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Sawyer Crowe looked away from the television mounted on the wall of his establishment, "Tommy's." He stood behind the bar, a solemn expression on his face and question in his mind - How the hell had this happened? In a town as small Dixie Inn, where nearly everyone knew everyone by name, it was hard to imagine such a horrific crime happen. What made it worse was that now some city-slicker news crew was going to be snooping around the city to get the latest "scoop" on the first murder in Dixie Inn for decades. He ran a hand across his neatly trimmed beard and sighed, setting his palm back down on the counter.

"I think I might go down to see Nicky later on, Danny." Sawyer stated, the slightest southern drawl peeking through his deep voice. He looked over at Danielle, his sister of four years younger.

"It's so horrible." Danielle said with a deep frown. "Who would do that to Liv"She said, folding her arms across her chest.

Sawyer picked at the rolled-up sleeve of his navy blue button-down shirt as his ears recognized the sound of a motorcycle roaring. He peered out of the window to see a black and white Ducati Scrambler pull to curb. Off of the bike came Ben Crowe, the youngest of the three siblings.

Ben stepped onto the sidewalk and removed his helmet. He pushed his long bangs back, scratching the buzzed sides of his pompadour haircut. Setting his helmet against the back of seat, he pocketed his keys and walked towards the door, which bore a sign that said "Hiring! See Inside for Details." As Ben stepped inside the air-conditioned restaurant, he blew a puff of air from his cheeks. He walked to the bar and sat down in front of his siblings.

"News just did a report about Olivia." Sawyer stated. Ben gave a disapproving shake of his head.

"They need to keep their hands out of this. A state-wide broadcast ain't gonna do much for Nicky." He said, very critically. It was known through-out the town that Benjamin Crowe was a very opinionated person, especially when it came to his hometown.

"Well, there's not much we can do about it, now." Sawyer remarked, sitting back against the liquor cabinet behind him.

"They should figure better than to piss off a town with at least one gun in every house." Ben said, truthfully. The Sawyer siblings were no exception to this truth; in fact, they were an example of it. Their house had multiple rifles, three shotguns, and two pistols. "Anyway, Danny, I need your keys, cause I left mine at home. I gotta stop by the house before I go help out at the shop."

"Smooth job, Nashville." Danny replied, using her nickname for her younger brother, which he'd gained because of the two years he'd spent in Tennessee. She dug her keys from the pocket of her jean shorts and handed them to Ben.

"Thanks." Ben said, turning towards the exit. "See y'all later." With that, he walked out, climbed onto his motorcycle, and rode away.

[BassDropp]

Jamie Wolfe

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The first thing Jamie realized was that it was way too bright out. His dumbass had forgotten to close his shades the night before and now it seemed like the sun was literally 10 feet in front of his room. The second thing James realized was that he had drank way too much the night before. With a pounding headache, knotted stomach, and haunted dreams, Wolfe staggered out of his room and into the bathroom. He gripped the endues of the sink and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to center himself. Olivia's broken body was painted onto the back of his eyelids, he couldn't get her out of his freaking head! The drinking didn't help, he thought that it would wash away the memories but all it left him with was a hangover and a grumpy attitude.

Taking a cold shower shocked him into waking up a little, but he didn't even bother trying to look "good" that day. His hair was carelessly shoved to one side and his eyes probably still had that gross sleep gunk that everyone got. James even noticed a few pimples breaking out on his chin but could care less, honestly. His attire didn't help his already appearance, he was in sweatpants in the summer, and grabbed the first thing his hand touched in his closet, which happened to be a red tank top.

It was probably a funny sight, seeing James pour himself a bowl of cereal with a pair of sunglasses on in his outfit in the kitchen. Not that James was in a particularly funny mood today anyways, which was unlike him. Wolfe was in the middle of eating some bomb cinnamon toast crunch cereal when he got a text from California, his best friend. Honestly, James wasn't in the mood to anything today, he just wanted some coffee, a good movie, and a nice nap. Sadly, it didn't look like he was going to get that. He read, Charlie's text.

hey if you're not up, get up. we should get the gang together and go do something

Jamie sighed as he dropped his bowl into the sink and texted with his free hand.

To: Sinclaire, Eve, Cali

Grandparents r on a cruise this week, whole house is mine. See u guys soon?

James poured himself a huge ass cup of coffee and sprawled himself on his couch, watching whatever cartoons were on the TV. He left the front door unlocked, knowing his friends would just waltz in as they pleased.

[LovelyComplex]

Outfit
Location: My House BITCHES → With my HOE BFF
Interacting With: Herself :D → Mother → Wolfy by Txt _@BassDropp → My Neighbor Totoro B _{@MissCapnCrunch}!

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Sweeping the wooden floor of her bedroom, head bobbin' to the music playing through her earbuds, a strawberry blonde girl swept and danced, swept and danced. The song that was playing was Bailando ft. Descemer Bueno, Gente De Zona, and by Enrique Iglesis. Gotta' love Latin jams while getting shit done. She, who wore a well fitted stripped midriff top, dark denim shorts, and a red plaid shirt tied around her waist, went by the name of Evelyn Belrose. Her face already had make up on, mostly to hide her dark circles, nothing too extravagant.

To the rhythm of the music, the vibrant 16 year old sang, "I'm not gonna do shit~ if I don't clean my room. Cuz Mamá does not play, no, no. Mamá does not play." Did she get sleep? ABSOLUTELY NOT (maybe an hour? she wasn't keeping track - probably a little less). Why? Well, nightmares weren't a fun thing you see. Especially after seeing...

It doesn't help that she drank Monster at like 3 AM, ate a lot of popcorn while watching YouTube videos, and decided to write in her red notebook her thoughts on the Case.

Scooby-Doo! (Damn straight she named her journal Scooby Doo)

"I see dead people"... but in all seriousness, be ready for information on Olivia Ramirez's case. Sad times for Dixie. Maybe at some point I should go to Nicky's? Check on Mrs. Ramirez, maybe eavesdrop. Okay, yeah, I know. I'm terrible. The poor woman is mourning, but we got people to save! WHO KNOWS WHOSE NEXT!? Wait... am I assuming this was a murder? Yes, yes I am. IT WAS A HORRID SIGHT. I'm sure it'll be proven soon. Only an idiot would think otherwise. I may be a kid but come on! Did you know...

And so her entry went on a sleep deprived tangent about the little information she knew about the case and her theories, feelings, and assumptions on the matter. The song came to an end and started playing the next one (completely different genre): Pina Colada Boy by Baby Alice, the Candy Crew Remix. The music on her phone bounced between genre to genre, kind of like Eve's squirrel brain. As she went to find the dustpan, Eve felt someone reach for her shoulder. Turning around, rather abruptly, the jumpy girl saw her beautiful Mexican mother, Irene, who had food for her on a paper plate (turkey sandwich, chips, and a pickle).

"Mija, have you seen the news yet?" The older woman placed the plate on Eve's nightstand and gave her a look of approval (glad to see her daughter cleaning). While Irene examined the cleanliness of her daughter's bedroom, Eve turned down her music so it wasn't heard out of her earbuds, but to a level where she could hear it (having one earbud still in).

Shaking her head no, the teenager swept the dust in the pan, "Been busy cleanin', are things okay?" With no mental preparation, she heard her mother, who was close friends with Nicole and had her own fear of losing her own babies, sobbing. Mothers all over Dixie Inn could relate on a personal level.

Quickly putting her dustpan and broom down, the skater girl went to her sympathetic mother and hugged it out, "Gotta be strong, for Mrs. Ramirez. You can always make her one of those care baskets?"

"It's just... she was murdered, Evelyn. Olivia was murdered. If there's a murderer running rampage out there, I don't want you to go out!" The emotional woman disregarded Eve's suggestion and continued to cry.

Thinking her mother was being a bit drastic, Eve backed up and gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I have friends that got my back and we don't do much besides hangout at the mall, where there's a bunch of people everywhere." The last part was a lie. "I'll make sure to text you throughout the day and if you want to hear my voice, just call me." Leaning in toward her mother, she kissed her gently on the cheek, "I love you Mamá." However, the sentimental moment wasn't long lasting when the youthful minded teen grinned (immediately changing the subject), "Since my room is basically squeaky clean, I can go out right!?"

Wiping her tears and rolling her eyes at her daughter, Irene sighed, "Yeah, yeah. But not too late. I expect you home by 8." Blehk, damn curfew. Pulling out a ten dollar bill from inside her apron's pocket, the dark haired woman handed it to her baby, "Remember to eat dinner. Your dad is at the grocery store if you want to convince him for more money. Just know, this is his off season, with school being out." Ten dollars limited her choices, but Eve would make it work. She probably should get a job soon... One day...
_{(Father's name: Michael)}

"I'll be fine with a ten! Thanks Mah!" The broke life was great. Granted, her parents put most of their money toward their home. Hence the wooden floors, rather than carpet.

Taking her leave sluggishly, having not gotten much sleep either, Irene turned to look at her daughter once more and gave a weak 'my heart is hurting' smile, "I love you more, my Angel." With that, the mother went about her business, closing the door behind her.

As if right on time, Eve's phone vibrated in her pocket and she read the text from her brother from another mother, Jamie Wolfe, or what she likes to call him: Wolfy.

To: Wolfy :3
LUCKY! I'm jello. Ma is totes paranoid... u no how dat goes. DAMN STR8. U'll c me & da babe soon. B there in...idk. Soon.

Being best friends with Eve meant you got plenty of nicknames from her and by you, she primarily meant Bailey. The text was sent and soon after, a loud knock on her window was heard, along with:

Is your ass awake?
Evelyn Juneeeeeeee

Turning off her music and pocketing her earbuds and phone, Eve strolled to her window and pulled it open. Poking her head out the window, meeting face to face with her BFF, the tiny girl chuckled, "I know you miss me babycheeks, but damn girl YOU FINE." The playful teen stuck out her tongue and then brought the window down. By now, Bailey should know that Eve usually said something silly to her and came running outside in no time.

Leaving her unfinished clean job, Eve went to her food, chumped on her pickle with the speed of lightning, shoved chips in her mouth like an animal, and grabbed half a sandwich (along with the napkin her mom left). Ain't nobody got time for nasty fingers. Having been dressed for as long as she's been up... awhile... she made sure she had her tiny light blue bag on her back. Before her energetic self charged out her bedroom door, Eve grabbed her purple skull skateboard since it went with her everywhere, kind of habitual now. With sandwich in one hand and her skateboard in between her arm and side, the rambunctious teen ran out her bedroom. Passing her brother's domain, not knowing if he was in there or not, the skater chirped, "Hi bro, bye bro."

As if her mother already saw this coming, the door was left open so Eve could literally bulldoze out the house, jump down the steps, and prance to the sidewalk, "Come on slowpoke! We got people to see, places to crash, things to ruin!"

If she had free hands, she would have taken a selfie with Bailey in the background and put it on Insta #outwithbae #adventuretime #bitchin, but atlas, sandwich and skateboard took priority.

[Fabricant451]

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All things considered, she really should not have been surprised by the report. After all, people in a close knit community have a way of finding things out regardless of how well someone tries to hide or cover it up. Her neighbor tried to cover up his infidelity and within a week everyone was whispering about it like it was some big televised event. She understood it, though, the need to report on anything regarding the Ramirez case, she would've even liked to be the one to break the story, but this was hardly reporting. This was speculation and a puff piece interview.

Any person with half a brain could piece together that a dead body, a young one at that, with no previous health issues isn't just an act of God. All this report would do is make her job that much harder.

"Shit!"

Hazel eyes were so absorbed in the news story that she hadn't even noticed the coffee had spilled out of the cup and onto her index finger. Hester Benoit snatched her hand back and shook it as if that would make the minor pain go away faster and sucked on the skin of her finger. The taste of cheap convenience store coffee and residual sweaty skin blended together on her tongue which was a far worse feeling than a now passed coffee spill. The cup that now had brown streaks on the Styrofoam would go to him.

"Coffee and doughnuts in the afternoon, could I get any more cliche?" Hester spoke in a low voice but even still the Southern Louisianan tint to her accent was apparent. It was a drawl that gave every thing she said just an added bit of spice by way of incredulity when she wasn't omitting the 'er' sounds from words, anyway. Two cups of coffee were in front of her while a cream filled doughnut rested on a napkin next to the brew machine.

Hester sighed as she put the lid on the second, stained cup of coffee. She had seen enough of the warm beverage over the past few days to last her a life time and were she not running practically on fumes she would've gravitated towards a cold bottle of water. Water, though, at this point was good only for bathing and for combating sleep by splashing it on her face. The reason why Hester needed coffee was clear in her face. She was a young woman, not entirely without merit in the looks department, but one look at her face and someone might swear she was approaching her forties with how haggard it was looking. Lack of sleep, tons of stress, and endless questions tend to do terrible things to even the healthy bodies. It certainly didn't help that her naturally black hair, cropped short of course, was feeling as if she had just run a marathon through hell with how sticky it felt just sitting atop her head and pressed on her forehead.

After setting the doughnut on top of the lid of the cleaner looking cup, Hester carried both coffees towards the register, behind which sat Preston, a rather jovial old plump of a man who, as far as Hester was aware, had nothing in life other than owning the convenience store. Hester was glad to support the smaller shop; it didn't matter if she went to a gas station or a 7-11 or Preston's, all the coffee tasted the same. At least with Preston it didn't feel so god damned corporate.

"Afternoon, Presson," Hester announced as she set her items down, "Coffee supply gettin' a little low, but you pro'ly ain't replace it since this morn."

"Ain't had the time, 'tective. You heard the Ramirez girl's been murdered? In this town?"

"Murder ain't exclusive to the cities, Presson. Now I ain't confirmin' nothin' or nothin' but I and my partner been runnin' damn near ragged on this. Soon as you ring me up for these drinks we'll be closah'ta solvin' whatever it is happened to poor Olivia Ramirez." Hester, even when running on empty and not wanting to put up with the chattering, big mouthed citizens, still managed to keep her calm attitude and friendly rapport. That, in her mind, was far and away her most useful trait.

After settling up, dropping a five and having Preston keep the change, Hester was on her way out, back to the reality of the situation. She made it out of the shop and into the afternoon heat before putting the doughnut in a far better carrying case: her mouth. Coffees in hand she crossed the parking lot towards a plain, unmarked white Ford Crown Vic, set her coffee cup on the roof and opened the passenger door. Before sitting, she made sure to grab her coffee as she lowered herself into the car.

"Gah yuh cahfhe" Hester said while offering her partner on the case his cup, the one she had overpoured and spilled. It was only after the words, or rather the sounds, left her mouth that she realized she had spoken with a mouthful of pastry. Quickly she chewed the bit in her mouth. "Sorry. Got your coffee, David." She still held the cup out to him as she set hers inbetween her legs a moment in order to shut the door. "Can you believe they've gone'ta press already? As if we know fuck all yet. It ain't the crimes that kill in this job, it's the civilians and their need'a know everythin'."

Hester just wanted this investigation to bear some sort of fruit. If only so she could actually stop to take a breather. Or a decent nap.