#〔 🦇 〕 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ﹕ griffin talbot.

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𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.　deer lake, around 7:30pm. 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵.　griffin talbot. @chappcdlips

〔　🦇　〕　　…　　𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗮  𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘀  𝗮  𝗯𝗮𝗴  𝗼𝗳  𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝘀  𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻  𝗼𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲,  having  gone  to  the  sisters  of  the  moon  popup  for  a  reading,  only  to  come  away  with  much  more  despite  her  disdain  for  the  fundraiser  in  general.  why  should  she  give  the  sheriff's  department  her  money?  she  doubts  that  they'll  make  good  use  of  it,  her  trust  in  them  has  been  dwindling  with  every  second  that  passes  without  any  updates  on  daniela.   “  here,  ”  she  mutters,  handing  griffin  a  hematite  bracelet  and  a  black  tourmaline  stone.  “  it's  for  protection.  i  wanted  to  get  you  a  few  more  things,  but  i  thought  it'd  be  overkill.  ”  she'd  never  admit  it,  but  there's  a  small  part  of  her  that's  a  little  paranoid.  her  sister  is  missing,  her  former  babysitter  is  dead,  and  now  her  best  friend's  cousin  is,  too.  despite  the  pattern,  the  killer  is  still  unpredictable  in  ways,  and  she  didn't  want  to  risk  anything  before  it's  too  late.

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〔　🦇　〕　　…　　𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗮  𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁  𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀,  but  she  could  be  classified  as  spiritual.  despite  her  practices,  she  isn't  sure  she  completely  believes  in  it  a  hundred  percent,  but  having  something  to  believe  in  gave  her  comfort,  at  the  very  least,  especially  during  a  time  where  the  only  other  thing  she  could  feel  was  trepidation.  “  carrying  it  around  with  you  would  be  stronger.  but  i  guess  you  could  keep  it  on  your  desk,  i'm  sure  wallace  and  gromit  would  appreciate  the  protective  energy,  ”  she  quips.  “  oh,  i  did.  the  reading  i  got  before  that  wasn't  really  ...  in  my  favor.  ”   angela  isn't  one  to  put  blind  faith  in  the  cards,  but  when  every  reading  is  ominously  telling  her  to  be  careful,  then  that  has  to  mean  something,  right?   “  i  mean,  i  guess,  if  this  was  your  old  run-of-the-mill  psycho,  but  i  don't  know,  griff.  it  feels  ...  more  than  that.  like  they're  after  something  specific.  ”   and  i  don't  know  if  it  has  anything  to  do  with  me,  because  usually  nothing  has.

he looks up, eyebrows lifting slightly at angela and the bag of rocks, "shopping spree?" though, he slips the bracelet onto his wrist without question and doesn't state the obvious - that he doesn't think any of this will protect him if the killer really wants him dead. "do i have to keep the stone in my pocket for it to protect me? or can it protect me from my desk at home?" he picks it up, running his fingers over the surface of the black rock, "i dunno anything about this crystal stuff." he admits. then, he gestures to the bag, "i hope you got some protective rocks for yourself in there too. otherwise, i'm going over there and buying more." and despite the recent loss of his cousin, all the victims thus far point to angela being a much more likely target then him, especially with daniela still gone. "and, y'know, maybe some pepper spray for good measure? a taser? how hard do you think it is to get a functional taser around here?"