Amelia Payne
Location: Her tiny little apartment, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: N/A
The night had passed as it usually did for Amelia. She went to work, returned rather early this time as the motel was empty and frankly there was nothing to clean up and make up the rooms, thus for a change she had gotten home before midnight and gotten herself a night of sleep. She might not have wanted to after the thing that transpired around 8.30 am. She was planning on sleeping in, but there were these... visions once more. It's been a good while since she started having them and Amelia put everything she had into convincing herself those were just a fragment of her imagination, after all why would she be seeing people she didn't know and a rather well known singer as Riley? This time she saw a murder and all the others and the murderer was looking at them too!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Amelia shrieked as she jumped into a sitting position on the bed, trembling loudly, repeating 'no' without stopping until she heard a loud banging noise from one of the walls.
“OHH SHUT UP, SOME OF US HAVE A PROPER JOB TO GET TO LATER AND NEED OUR SLEEP.” It was the neighbor, an unpleasant sad little man, who worked night shifts as security guard somewhere, probably a warehouse or something. His wife and children left him so he gave in to drinking. Amelia feared him, because she was pretty sure he lost all restraints when drunk. He had even slapped her behind once, when she passed by him on her way to work. He muttered something about visiting her later, so she installed another lock on the door.
There was no way she'd get back to sleep now. She feared closing her eyes though what she really feared was seeing people again. Amelia turned on the tv and moved to the kitchen counter to make herself some breakfast. While she did so, around 9 am, the news ran the story about the brutal murder in Philadelphia. Amelia dropped the knife she as holding
.” It's.... real?!??” She mumbled in raising panic, feeling the electricity starting to run out of control so she ran to the bathroom and curled in a ball in one of the corners, sitting on the cold tiles. Luckily her control had gotten a little better since the first time so she managed to hold onto it and nothing was charred.
In the end she decided to go out for a little. In the daylight it should be okey. She would go to the park. Walk around, sit on a bench. Listen to some music.
” Yeah... sounds like a good plan.” She mumbled and quickly got dressed, heading outside, locking the door behind herself. She needed to escape from this madness.
Claire Winters
Location: 40th Precinct, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Colleagues
“Bad time at the night shift?” One of her colleagues asked, a nice man by the name of Anthony Vincentti. Probably Italian roots, but she didn't dig into his past. He was one of those coworkers she enjoyed passing time with. Hit the clubs, hit for girls, play his wing and other weirdly working tactics considering she was a woman. Well anyhow he was a person she considered friend.
“Yeah... didn't feel too grand, but nothing to be done about it. I wasn't that bad to meet the requirements to leave.” She replied, remembering the scene she got just about half an hour or so ago. It was well imprinted in her memory and she knew full well what it meant. She had accepted it and after some digging, realized those people she saw were real. It helped that one was a singer, but she recognized a woman from the ME
.” You heard about the murder?” She asked him, preparing to head back home, her shift having ended nad her finishing all paperwork and other general nonsense she had to fill.
“Yeah, whole head slip up, real nasty one. Luckily it's not here, we've got enough problems as it is.” Vincentti replied rolling his eyes and both of them headed to leave.” Well have a good day, see you tomorrow.” He waved and she returned in kind, heading for her car. Sure enough he was right. Problems here in NYC as much as you want them and considering she read minds...
“I swear this will get out of hand. I've seen enough tv shows to know where this is going...” She mumbled as she started driving back towards her home. Morning traffic was a killer, time was passing as slow as a slug and overall she rolled her eyes when she finally parked the car, getting out of it. She still wore her uniform as she headed back into her building.
” A nap... Yeah.” That was her conclusion for the moment. Get an hour or two nap at best, grab coffee and go buy groceries for her empty fridge at worst.
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