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Westin had rolled into town late the last afternoon. The sun was sweltering. His UHaul got a flat through a highway construction zone between here and Connecticut. His brother had loaded the truck with his old 'bachelor pad', having recently married and no longer having need for such 'furniture proclaiming his man-card'. It only served to make changing the tire that much more difficult. Westin was not made for heavy-lifting. Besides, all he really cared about was his lab equipment, tucked away in towers of boxes marked 'fragile'.
Matters didn't improve when he found out that, not only was his new apartment lacking air conditioning (he could deal with that, despite the asthma), but that neither wifi nor electricity had been turned back on since the prior tenant was evicted. But it was a long day, he was tired and he'd stayed in worse places. Comfort was not his priority. So he piled the boxes into the dark new space, taking extra caution with his precious tools of science, then cracked a window, dug out a blanket, and went to sleep in a corner of the floor.
His first thought on waking was - 'must get out - must investigate - potential early morning phenomenon' swiftly followed by - 'brain not fully processing - need coffee'.
So he stumbles out of the dingy apartment, barely remembering his glasses. He'd noted the local coffeeshop/bookstore on his drive in. The walk to the nicer end of town was a walk, but doable. He picks up a newspaper along the way.
At the Quill, he slides into a booth. Mumbles an order for a black coffee. Dives into the newspaper with pen and highlighter in hand, absorbed in anticipation at what he might find in the pages of Siren Cove.
The top headline is like something out of the tabloids. "Another Bitter Turn for America's Sweetheart: Kidnapping takes Actress Corrine Flynn and 2 Others. Suspects Dead. Officer Wounded." Westin does not typically follow entertainment personalities, but he knows this name. She's the reason the release date for X-Men: Next Class has been delayed. A sin, but perhaps not so great as to deserve this. It reads like a typical sensationalized article of crime and celebrity. Its not until a follow-up article on 4A stops him short. Makes him choke on his sip. Reports of claw marks on the scene. Reports ritual sacrifice may have been intended. He dog-ears and highlights every word that reads out of the ordinary.
He's come to Siren Cove at the right time.
Matters didn't improve when he found out that, not only was his new apartment lacking air conditioning (he could deal with that, despite the asthma), but that neither wifi nor electricity had been turned back on since the prior tenant was evicted. But it was a long day, he was tired and he'd stayed in worse places. Comfort was not his priority. So he piled the boxes into the dark new space, taking extra caution with his precious tools of science, then cracked a window, dug out a blanket, and went to sleep in a corner of the floor.
His first thought on waking was - 'must get out - must investigate - potential early morning phenomenon' swiftly followed by - 'brain not fully processing - need coffee'.
So he stumbles out of the dingy apartment, barely remembering his glasses. He'd noted the local coffeeshop/bookstore on his drive in. The walk to the nicer end of town was a walk, but doable. He picks up a newspaper along the way.
At the Quill, he slides into a booth. Mumbles an order for a black coffee. Dives into the newspaper with pen and highlighter in hand, absorbed in anticipation at what he might find in the pages of Siren Cove.
The top headline is like something out of the tabloids. "Another Bitter Turn for America's Sweetheart: Kidnapping takes Actress Corrine Flynn and 2 Others. Suspects Dead. Officer Wounded." Westin does not typically follow entertainment personalities, but he knows this name. She's the reason the release date for X-Men: Next Class has been delayed. A sin, but perhaps not so great as to deserve this. It reads like a typical sensationalized article of crime and celebrity. Its not until a follow-up article on 4A stops him short. Makes him choke on his sip. Reports of claw marks on the scene. Reports ritual sacrifice may have been intended. He dog-ears and highlights every word that reads out of the ordinary.
He's come to Siren Cove at the right time.
