"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qytv4CeEYWk][i]Swervin’, swervin’, gettin’ all them dimes,[/i][/url]" Mary bobbed her head as she flowed the bars on the sidewalk, "[i]Tell her I be doin’, I be swaggin’ to my prime,[/i]" Her voice was flat, the darkness under her eyes was fresh, "[i]This ain’t all the time, it happens all the time,[/i]" She hadn't slept much, the blasting music coming from her headphones helped her stay up, "[i]That’s a big contradiction, get your money on your mind--[/i]" At least, that's what she told herself-- "[i]What, what-- tell her I be on a chase.[/i]" The rapping along just came naturally.

"[i]Chasin’ for that paper and you see me on that race--What, what,[/i]" Mary took a sip from the still steaming Starbucks cup in her hands at the lyrical break, "[i]tell her I be goin’ first,[/i]" This was her third cup this morning. She'd needed to walk to this obscure sketchy playground from her house several miles away, and she'd passed several coffeehouses on the journey, "[i]I be gon’ first and they put me in a hearse, oh,[/i]" She hadn't been given much choice, when Mary had asked her mother for a ride, the elder Miss Janicot had just kind of hissed at her, it was weird.

"[i]One big room, full of bad bitches, no,[/i]" the morning streets of Oakenheim were empty, "[i]One big room and it’s full of mad bitches,[/i]" the air was gray, not with fog, but with... the residual heat leaving things, due to the coolness of the atmosphere, "[i]Lana, Lana, tell them what it is,[/i]" Mary's eyes observed her surroundings, she took in cracked asphalt streets, the buildings and businesses that hadn't yet woken were to her right, vines covered the fence to the playground, "[i]Tell ‘em that you doin’ it, you mean to do it big,[/i]" she traced her hands along the cold dark green kudzu, it was amazing how resilient arrowroot could be in the cold... "[i]I said, one big room, full of bad bitches, no it’s,[/i]" with each word, the white wisps of breathing left her mouth, like she was losing part of her soul, "[i]One big room and it’s full of mad bitches, I said,[/i]" Mary took another sip of the coffee, "[i]Lana, Lana, tell them what it is,[/i]" She wondered if Kanoa was right, was there some inherent evil involving the unseen here? "[i]Tell ‘em when you do it that you only do it big,[/i]" Did it even matter?

[i]Has anything ever?[/i]

"[i]Uh, uh, catch me ridin’ like a bitch,[/i]" Mary's mind wandered as she walked, speaking the words in a deadpan trance, "[i]Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin’ with my bitch,[/i]" She supposed it DIDN'T matter if there were spooky spirits about or anything, "[i]Uh, long hair, Lana, that’s my bitch,[/i]" But it was something of a dick move of them to be actively fucking with people on the level of kidnapping or murder, "[i]Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh,[/i]" Yeah. She slowly shook her head, taking another sip of the coffee. Kidnapping wasn't cool, Mary didn't abide.

"[i]Uh, uh, catch me ridin’ like a bitch,[/i]" Mary shrugged, she increased her pace, she was close to some of the others, "[i]Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin’ with my bitch,[/i]" She could feel something in her body telling her to turn around an go home, was it just her being shy? "[i]Uh, long hair, Lana, that’s my bitch,[/i]" Nah. It was that... [i]thing[/i]. She'd told everyone about it... for [i]some[/i] reason. Mostly just a personal relief, it was nice to talk about it-- and she'd wanted to, she really hadn't needed much prodding. "[i]Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh,[/i]" Mary had emotions! Now no one would respect her as the stoic badass that she knew she could be.

Mary sighed internally.

Mary pulled down her headphones as the song came to an end, as much as she'd have loved to A$AP and Del Rey drone on about whatever it was that song was about, she had other matters to attend to. Mary turned the corner at a gap in the foliage covered fence to make her way to where a few of the others had gathered. Kanoa, Maxwell, Raven, and what's-his-face. 

[i]The pretty guy.[/i]

[i]Yeah, that was probably it.[/i]

Did... did Kanoa dress exclusively in school uniforms? Mary had never paid [i]much[/i] attention to it, as she'd never found herself looking this closely at her before, but now that she actually thought of it, she really couldn't recall an instance where Kanoa didn't resemble some quirky Asian schoolgirl. Maybe that's what she was going for. Raven and What's-his-face were close to Kanoa, Maxwell was nearby, observing things, probably scowling at them, too. Everyone seemed to be dressed to impress-- to contrast Mary was practically the same as they have seen her yesterday. She wasn't even sure if she'd changed out of her black jeans... fresh was the gray tank top with it's [url=http://skreened.com/render-product/g/y/a/gyaomtoamobcnaqnqpar/image.american-apparel-unisex-tank.athletic-grey.w460h520b3z1.jpg]faded logo[/url]-- different from the black one she'd worn yesterday-- and a [url=http://www.cindyraschke.com/images/skeletonjacket.jpg]post ironic leather jacket[/url] that, she felt, was fitting for her joining the High school junior X-files team. It protected her arms from the cold. Although, honestly, the low temperature didn't bother her. 

Mary yawned as she made her way over to the three, the flawless Raven, the... [i]intelligent[/i] Kanoa and uhh... What's-his-face. What bothered Mary most was how damn early in the morning all of this was. She took another sip of her coffee as she approached, just in time to hear What's-his-pretty-face say something predictable. Mary glared, "No. You're late. We already solved the crime without your help. You should scoot off back to bed."