Arcadia Bay Lighthouse, Arcadia Bay Oregon, January 21st, 2013, 12:45 PM
James sat on the park bench that lied in front of the lighthouse tower. he did his best to keep warm in the chilly winter air, down the path he could see a beat up old pickup truck park and its sole occupant climb out and begin walking up the trail. James stood up from the bench and walked to meet this person in the middle of the path. they finally stopped moving when they were inches apart from each other
"Okay Price, you caught my interest. care to tell me who has gone missing?" James crossed his arms
"Rachel Amber" Price said flatly before returning to complete silence.
"Rachel Amber huh? The queen-bee of Blackwell. Some heads are gonna roll for this" James rubbed his chin. finally, he nodded his head
"Okay, I'll see what I can do. firstly I hope you wouldn't mind me asking a few questions regarding the victim" He said pulling his pen and notepad from his coat pocket. Victim, he was already playing out the role of the police investigator
"Fine, just make it quick, it is hella freezing out here" Price sighed
"When was your last contact with Ms. Amber?" James inquired "it was a couple of months ago, she just. Left, I thought she was going to L.A, I only noticed something was wrong when she didn't come back to get me. I haven't seen her since" Price explained,
"Do you have any idea where she would have gone?" He asked
"L.A, New York, fucking Chicago I don't know! I just know that no one at Blackwell Campus has seen her, neither has my Step-prick" Price exclaimed
James raised a hand up to calm her down "Okay, for the sake of not standing out here in the freezing cold. I'll have you go, for now, I will be looking into this matter. until then I would recommend going to the police and filing a missing person's report... We will be speaking again soon." James said flatly
"Fine Sherlock. I just hope you know what you're doing" Price exhaled and walked back to her Truck. it was a full minute until James eventually saw her drive away out of sight.
"I always know what I'm doing..." He said to himself
James stood by the lighthouse tower gathering his thoughts, his breath visible in the cold. After a while, he began walking down the path and away from the lighthouse.
Blackwell Academy. Prescott Dormitory-Boys Wing, Arcadia Bay Oregon, October 8th, 2013 10:34 AM
James had biked all the way to the Blackwell campus. By the time he had placed it into the bike rack, he was physically out of breath. Visibly out of breath and tired as he all the way to the Boy's Dormitories.
He made his way to the second landing and down the hall. He opened the door to his dorm to find his Roommate Alex Hillsef sitting at his desk gaming away on his computer playing what-ever it was he was playing some kind of fantasy game from the looks of it. he turned around to face James "Well no shit! the good detective is here!" Alex exclaimed as he removed his headset. He stood up from his chair "Hey have you seen that video of that girl Kate Marsh at the party a couple of nights ago? who knew Catholics were such kissers!" Alex held his phone up to James's face, the URL was the same one he removed at the bathroom
"Alex Hillsef." James said in an icy tone "Watch that video again or share it with anyone and I will throw that phone of yours out of the goddamned window!"
Alex raised his hands up defensively and then put the phone in his pocket "Jesus. Who pissed in your cereal today Sherlock?" he asked,
"Alex. That Video has caused that poor girl enough suffering, haven't you noticed that shes become the laughing stock of Blackwell?" James explained "I'm doing everything I can to stop that video from spreading, you need to help me with that. Something tells me it's going to cause something terrible to happen."
"How so?" Hillsef asked
"I've seen how the situation is taking its toll on miss Mar-... Kate." James corrected himself, he was slipping into his usual habit of depersonalizing, a habit he made to at least appear professional. But he couldn't do that here, not in this situation "She's depressed. and even I don't have to be a physiotherapist to notice that" he finished.
"Okay James, you've convinced me, Christ. To be honest it is actually a little fucked up how I've seen people talk about her in school. It's shes a whore' this and 'ride dick' that. You're right, like you usually are Sherlock. You happy now?" Alex admitted.
He noticed James seemed troubled by something as he was acting quieter than usual and seemed a little pale. "Something wrong Sherlock? Not for nothing but you look like shit, more so than usual" Alex asked
"I'm gonna choose to ignore that last comment Alexander" James glared at his roommate
{CHOICE}
{MAKE UP EXCUSE/ADMIT TRUTH}
"I Have been up for several hours, You know more than anyone else how much I don't get rest. I would like to get in at least two minutes of sleep before classes." James sighed falling onto the bed on the opposite end of the small room.
"Alright, Sherlock fine. I'll let you sleep, but you're hanging here tonight, you owe me that much for ditching me yesterday" Alex chuckled James waved a hand at him and let conciseness slip away
James gasped as he suddenly awoke. he starred up at the sky, it was of a dull gray color. He then noticed he was completely soaked head to toe. It was raining, no. It was pouring, what had happened. James stood up and dusted himself off, he looked around, he realized he was just laying on the muddy ground and was completely surrounded by woods. He looked down at the ground below him. it appeared he was on a dirt path. He recognized this path. He walked up to the path, placing a hand above his eyes to shield them from the crescendo of raindrops that assaulted him.
As he continued his walk he could see the lighthouse just up ahead, his walk turned into a jog. As the trees and foliage began to clear away he could see something incredible and terrifying. An enormous black tornado that slowly crept its way to the coast of the town. James gasped at the sight of this horrific sight, the sounds of whispered voices echoed in his ears. He turned around to find two figures talking among themselves. it was too dark to see them clearly but with every flash of lightning James could make out a new detail. A grey hoodie, a Black Jacket, A pink shirt, etc James was fairly sure he recognized the figures but he wasn't quite sure. Then the voices stopped only the thundering rain, the crashing waves of the shore, and the howling wind prevented the scene from being completely silent, another flash of light and suddenly the figures were looking at him, but the most disturbing detail was their distinct lack of facial features.
Before James could register what was happening he awoke in a cold sweat on his bed inside his dormitory Gasping and sitting up from his bed
"Jesus Sherlock! you alright?" You look like you saw a ghost!" Alex looked over at James while sitting at his computer
It took him a couple of minutes to come up with a response "Bad dream I suppose. What time is it?" James asked
"A little after Eleven" Alex starred at the clock
"Okay I'll have a little more time before, ugh. Photography" James rubbed his temples and grabbed his backpack. "I'll see you after classes Hillsef" James gave his roommate a two-fingered salute before heading out of the door
