- Joined
- Nov 8, 2020
@Sunshine and Whiskey
Life in a small town was never something to write home about. Even moreso when one left a small town for another. That hadn't changed even with the sudden rime spree that had overtaken the county. Raven's End still trudged about like nothing had changed. Certainly, lights shone through windows later and people were careful to travel only in groups at night. Curfews had been implemented, children ushered inside by their parents as the sun began to set against the western woods on the town's edge.
Raven's End was like any other small town with old streets, old roads, old houses and old-fashioned people. The touch of modernity did not come easily, though come it did in the end. The movie theater had been upgraded, the restaurants and technology were just a touch more high tech and modern, while the old bars had been replaced by clubs of the evening variety. In the cozy, dockside hamlet of Raven's End, the danger had only made people flock to the nightclubs, as if trying to drown away any fear in the pulse and beat of the music, in the rhythm of the dances.
These also tended to bring in people nobody actually knew, to the frustration of the local police. Lucas "Luke" Moore was sitting now at his aunt Felicia's dining room table, wearing a simple black shirt and jeans. Aunt Felicia was humming off in the kitchen, the scent of cooking eggs, bacon and pancakes wafting out while Luke was reading the local paper. The young man had neatly combed black hair, bright blue eyes and a muscled build, a reminder of his more athletic days.
"Luke!" Aunt Felicia called out, her voice gentle. "You want some toast to go along with your eggs?"
"Oh, sure!" Luke called, still distracted by the paper. Beth Whitebrook had supposedly disappeared, making the rounds in the paper given the fact the Whitebrooks had been a founding family. She had last been seen in the vicinity of the old library near to the school, having apparently been alone according to the janitor. Other people had been arriving from out of town, Raven's End apparently gaining quite the reputation in the state and county for the mysteries.
He heard Felicia's footsteps, his aunt setting down a plate before him. He turned up to see her face, her black hair done up in a tight bun, her hand dropping to squeeze his shoulder. "Are you planning on going out tonight?" She sounded vaguely disapproving, her mouth pressed into a line. "I wish you wouldn't, Luke."
"It's only to one of the clubs. We're going in groups, we're walking one another home. Henry lives right next door, Aunt Felicia. We're gonna be fine, okay? Nothing's even happened by the clubs downtown. And you know it's for my project." He smiled reassuringly, despite her worry. She shook her head slowly.
"Your uncle Thomas would hate me for allowing it. Your mother and father, too."
"You don't have anything to worry about." Luke reached up and squeezed her hand reassuringly. He'd been living in Raven's End for weeks now, writing his thesis after leaving school. Home hadn't been anything special, but coming to stay at another small town in the midst of a mysterious crime spree...he hadn't planned it that way, but it was doing wonders for professional experience. "I promise," he added before he set to breakfast.
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The day passed, Luke mostly spending it writing. The sun dipped down beyond the trees at Raven's End, Luke setting down the winding path that connected his aunt's home to the rest of the town. The docks were to the east, before the woods, with the fishing boats neatly arranged to await the night. The woods were gently swaying in the evening breeze, the leaves humming with the soft flow. Luke himself was walking with the rest from town, wearing his dark jacket and his hair neatly combed. They were abuzz as they headed down, making the half hour hike to downtown and the more modern parts of Raven's End.
And there it was, the night club. The most popular, with neon words announcing its title, the hum of music audible even from a distance. It appeared almost a castle from where they were, the doorman waiting with arms folded. Luke forgot disappearances and attacks, forgot work, forgot university, forgot anything but the music and the aesthetic....he slipped in, hearing the music and showing his ID to the doorman...
He looked around, transported to another word in Moonlight, seeing the dance floor alive, along with the desire to join it as he scanned the room for anyone he recognized.
Life in a small town was never something to write home about. Even moreso when one left a small town for another. That hadn't changed even with the sudden rime spree that had overtaken the county. Raven's End still trudged about like nothing had changed. Certainly, lights shone through windows later and people were careful to travel only in groups at night. Curfews had been implemented, children ushered inside by their parents as the sun began to set against the western woods on the town's edge.
Raven's End was like any other small town with old streets, old roads, old houses and old-fashioned people. The touch of modernity did not come easily, though come it did in the end. The movie theater had been upgraded, the restaurants and technology were just a touch more high tech and modern, while the old bars had been replaced by clubs of the evening variety. In the cozy, dockside hamlet of Raven's End, the danger had only made people flock to the nightclubs, as if trying to drown away any fear in the pulse and beat of the music, in the rhythm of the dances.
These also tended to bring in people nobody actually knew, to the frustration of the local police. Lucas "Luke" Moore was sitting now at his aunt Felicia's dining room table, wearing a simple black shirt and jeans. Aunt Felicia was humming off in the kitchen, the scent of cooking eggs, bacon and pancakes wafting out while Luke was reading the local paper. The young man had neatly combed black hair, bright blue eyes and a muscled build, a reminder of his more athletic days.
"Luke!" Aunt Felicia called out, her voice gentle. "You want some toast to go along with your eggs?"
"Oh, sure!" Luke called, still distracted by the paper. Beth Whitebrook had supposedly disappeared, making the rounds in the paper given the fact the Whitebrooks had been a founding family. She had last been seen in the vicinity of the old library near to the school, having apparently been alone according to the janitor. Other people had been arriving from out of town, Raven's End apparently gaining quite the reputation in the state and county for the mysteries.
He heard Felicia's footsteps, his aunt setting down a plate before him. He turned up to see her face, her black hair done up in a tight bun, her hand dropping to squeeze his shoulder. "Are you planning on going out tonight?" She sounded vaguely disapproving, her mouth pressed into a line. "I wish you wouldn't, Luke."
"It's only to one of the clubs. We're going in groups, we're walking one another home. Henry lives right next door, Aunt Felicia. We're gonna be fine, okay? Nothing's even happened by the clubs downtown. And you know it's for my project." He smiled reassuringly, despite her worry. She shook her head slowly.
"Your uncle Thomas would hate me for allowing it. Your mother and father, too."
"You don't have anything to worry about." Luke reached up and squeezed her hand reassuringly. He'd been living in Raven's End for weeks now, writing his thesis after leaving school. Home hadn't been anything special, but coming to stay at another small town in the midst of a mysterious crime spree...he hadn't planned it that way, but it was doing wonders for professional experience. "I promise," he added before he set to breakfast.
---
The day passed, Luke mostly spending it writing. The sun dipped down beyond the trees at Raven's End, Luke setting down the winding path that connected his aunt's home to the rest of the town. The docks were to the east, before the woods, with the fishing boats neatly arranged to await the night. The woods were gently swaying in the evening breeze, the leaves humming with the soft flow. Luke himself was walking with the rest from town, wearing his dark jacket and his hair neatly combed. They were abuzz as they headed down, making the half hour hike to downtown and the more modern parts of Raven's End.
And there it was, the night club. The most popular, with neon words announcing its title, the hum of music audible even from a distance. It appeared almost a castle from where they were, the doorman waiting with arms folded. Luke forgot disappearances and attacks, forgot work, forgot university, forgot anything but the music and the aesthetic....he slipped in, hearing the music and showing his ID to the doorman...
He looked around, transported to another word in Moonlight, seeing the dance floor alive, along with the desire to join it as he scanned the room for anyone he recognized.