[center][hr][h3][color=9e0039]Allan McCullough[/color][/h3]
[code]South Rawyn - Community Center[/code]
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[i]This wasn't a great idea.[/i]
He stood outside of the community center with his field journal tucked under one arm. He was weighing his options beyond this point. He could only think of two types of people who might have wanted a journalist to know what happened to a missing girl. One of those people would be a press-obsessed serial killer, the other would be a witness of some sort. He didn't really know what he'd do if it [i]was[/i] a press obsessed serial killer. 

Though, a serial killer assuredly wouldn't have offered him refreshments. A witness might, but it seemed [i]odd[/i]. This whole thing was pretty [i]odd[/i] and he was getting a creeping feeling between his shoulders. He didn't want this to be some kind of set up and that was very likely, if this person was carrying a weapon of some sort then he was screwed. 

The best case scenario was that this [i]was[/i] a witness and they could give him the full story. It would be ground-breaking if he could get the story before anyone else, he obviously wouldn't monopolize on it until they told the police but this could truly be a goldmine. He had been as curious as any other person but it had started to feel like he [i]needed[/i] to know the truth. 

There wasn't always one solid answer in these cases, sometimes there were a bunch of looping trails. If this was a person who had [i]seen it[/i] go down then it would be perfect. If this was a deranged serial killer who really wanted his story in the paper without an arrest, [i]well[/i], Allan was a [i]lot less[/i] excited about that. That was the only thing that was causing any hesistance, he really didn't want to wander into a trap.

He should have told someone that he was coming here but he hadn't thought about it. It was a very stupid mistake to make, if he died here then nobody would know where to find his corpse. He tried to shake off his increasingly dark thoughts as he headed inside of the building, it was musty and old. The dust was immediately attacking his sinuses and he had to hold back a sneeze. Even his sniffle sounded loud in here, he hoped that he wasn't disturbing the place. 

Old places like this always seemed alive to him. It was like he didn't belong inside of it. It was trapped in it's history, it was still and it was dark and it was silent. He was unnervingly loud and he was moving and he was bright. He didn't belong here and he couldn't help but feeling like the building was trying to tell him that. A slight chill went down his spine. 

His eyes were adjusting to the darkness when he saw the girl. Her hair was chopped short and her face was youthful, she had kind, blue eyes and she looked like she hadn't eaten in about a year. She was obviously very young, or at least, very young compared to him and he could feel confusion settling in. This kid couldn't have been the one who wanted to talk to him. Maybe she was lost.

"[color=9e0039]Miss? Did you leave the letter for me?[/color]" he asked, his gaze flickering to where he could see the food laid out. "[color=9e0039]If you're lost, I could help you find your way back to your house. I'm supposed to be meeting someone here but if it's not you then well-[/color]" 

An awkward laugh escaped him. "[color=9e0039]Well, I just look very silly.[/color]"

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