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Entry 2
Name: Delroy [REDACTED]
Date of Birth: 1996
Gender: M
Current Address: 910 Friendly Court
Height: 5'7
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Dark brown
Key features: Wick Pompador, shaved eyebrow
Role: Bagger
Abilities: strength, endurance, charisma
Occupation: Stock boy
Status: Fair
Biography:
I wasn't close with Aaron.
It wasn't like I hated him or anything- at least, not unlike the way everyone seemed to after the accident. We just weren't the kind of people who jived well. He was quiet to himself and his goals, and I was to mine.
And like most of the town, I didn't care too much when he disappeared. We were all fed the same lie through town gossip. Aaron and his sister Mya were shipped upwards in the country. Minnesota I think. But I remember one thing, one person who made it loudly known that he didn't believe it.
"I- you guys don't understand! He left me a note and- there was blood on it! Mr. Peterson he-" his eyes were red, like he'd been crying recently, but his voice was livid. Scared, but livid.
I'd winced at his yelling. It was kind of a shame, really. Even for a new kid, he wasn't the largest social outcast I'd seen in town. And supposedly he could even snap back a decent insult occasionally. But with this- outburst. Standing on the outdoor picnic tables, yelling like a lunatic? All that was washed down the storm drains, just like everything else that got stranded in the streets of Ravenbrooks.
And now here I was, sitting in a cheap folding lawn chair in the middle of Trinity's dining room. It wasn't ideal, sure. But I didn't mind. We alternated which of us sat in it with every meeting.
Did it even matter that her dining room only had six chairs though, if she couldn't even manage to sit down? Her pacing was vigorous and thoughtful.
"...So?" I leaned back in the lawn chair, listening as it creaked softly. "People move in and out of town all the time, who cares?"
Almost immediately I could feel glares on me. Most obviously from Trinity, slightly from Enzo and Mari, and while his was the least obvious, I felt the most silent hatred for my question from Nick. No, not the question, the implication.
Trinity paused her steps finally and sighed "I dunno I just... I thought- I mean after they checked the basement and- I thought-"
"He was...gone gone." Enzo finished for her. Finishing sentences had become commonplace since the Inventor's Club became the Ravenbrooks Investigation Club. The things we'd seen together, heard. You understood what someone else wanted to say, but were too stunned or maybe even polite to let the words out.
"Well, not to burst your collective bubbles, but he's here." Finch yawned. I don't blame her, it was too early for this meeting. Too early to be looking at the photos Trinity took at most half an hour earlier. But an emergency meet-up was an emergency for a reason.
She set her hand on the table, not a slam or anything, more-so shifting her weight. "What should we do?"
"What do you mean? I mean... He's just building a house, right?" Ivan asked quietly.
"Over Peterson's house!" Nicky, resting both his arms on the table, straight, to balance his weight as the chair he sat in scooted back across the dining room floor, all in a voice too loud for this time of day. Finch leaned away slightly and he sank back into his chair sheepishly.
"Probably cheaper land-" Ivan excused. "Or- I dunno, maybe he's sentimental of the land. Either way, it's not like we can do anything, really." I nodded, leaning forward again to rest my elbows on the table.
"Yeah, what, we gonna sneak around his half-built house for 'clues'?" I laughed.
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Welcome Back
The old town of Ravenbrooks is one full of mystery
The old streets and paranormal spooks still haunt the townsfolk, ever-present just like it's reputation as the town that birthed and killed the Golden Apple company.
A group of individuals once raised and tormented by the town have made their point to protect the townsfolk.
The Ravenbrooks Investigators Club
Trinity, the leader
Enzo, the planner
Nicholas, the spy
Ivan, the gageteer
Maritza, the defense
Delroy, the bagger
Finch, the scout
[REDACTED], the informant
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