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Hissing in pain, Will looked at his wrist, it already swelling and bruising before grumbling, not noticing the woman at first before he looked up, squinting. "I wasn't trying to kill myself" he muttered, pushing himself up, and cradling his wrist. "I just......Fell"

India Stoker had a nasty habit of wandering. Now, especially, since she was traveling on her own, exploring was something she couldn’t resist. She had a good sense of direction, getting lost wasn’t an issue. Her saddle shoes were a little bit muddy from running across the field a few blocks from her hotel. She had paused, beneath a tree, to listen to the sounds of nature. But it was a natural sound that caught her attention. Rather, the squeak and rattle of a window opening.

Looking towards the sound, she saw that across the street that ran next to the field was a house. And, a window. And a roof. And a man climbing out of the window, and onto the roof. Hm. She walked a little closer as the man did the same. Why the man was on the roof, she did not know. He didn’t seem to have a purpose, he wasn’t clearing a gutter or inspecting the shingles. He didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular, actually.

Her eyes widened, and her pulse quickened as he fell, flailing. The distance was certainly not enough to kill him, but she heard the satisfying crunch of his wrist snapping as he hit the ground. It made her smile a little. She contemplated simply walking away and leaving him there. But, she had been quite bored since leaving home.

Walking quickly, India made her way to the man laying on the ground and stood a few feet from him. She looked at him blankly, and spoke bluntly.

“That was a very foolish way to try and kill yourself. It’s not nearly far enough.”

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/A brow rose before a small smile stretched across his face, he nodded once/ ....Perhaps..Um..if you'd want..//Of course he would, Will thought to himself, why would he have brought it up?/

/Will mirrored the frown before nodding, reaching to scratch the back of his head/ Fair enough…I had a bad experience with a cat before. /He looked up before dropping his gaze again./

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Reaching up, running a hand though damp curls, Will's breathing picked up. Shaking his his head, he fought to get words out, before he settled with just looking up, meeting Hannibal's gaze.

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"Would that same thing be Garrett Jacob Hobbs?" He does not try to force eye contact anymore, and slips his hands into his trouser pockets. “Or might it be the fact that you murdered Dr. Gideon?"

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Oh hey guys, I'm back

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Now I'm going to go  possibly lay down, I may be back later

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I know it was you. I know you killed Mr. Boddy.

"............."

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It was /you/ in the dining room with the rope!

"Now how could it have been me? I don't think it's smart to accuse someone of such things when they're not.....All that well in the head."

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Accuse my muse of a murder and see how they react!

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What an odd sight it must be.

To anyone passing, be it car or foot, they would see Will, climbing out the top window onto the roof. His eyes glassy and glazed over almost as if he were sleep walking. Stopping for just a moment, he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to warm his arms from the chill, his breath, visible in white puffs, was slow and steady.

He looked around, seeming to take the scenery in before walking forwards, bare toes wiggling slightly as they met the edge.  Closing his eyes, his chest rose and fell before he turned his body as if he were going to walk right back to the window and craw into the warm safe haven that was his home before he froze staring ahead at nothingness.

That was when it happened, he stepped off the roof, as if he expected a step there. Clearly coming to his senses, Will flailed slightly, a gasp escaping him.  Making the mistake of trying to  break his fall, his arms shot out in front of him, his left wrist shattering on impact. He laid there, motionless, staring ahead, the only proof he was still alive, was the rise and fall of his back, and the small whimpers coming from him.

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“I was worried you were dead.”

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/Will mirrored the frown before nodding, reaching to scratch the back of his head/ Fair enough...I had a bad experience with a cat before. /He looked up before dropping his gaze again./

Dogs are loyal though..They don’t judge…Or ask for much.

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"In the middle of nowhere" Will grumbled, rubbing his eyes before sighing softly. Looking at the man's shirt, Will stepped out and pointed. "If you go that way, you'll run into the town."

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Awakening with a gasp, Will groaned. Rubbing the sweat and sleep from his eyes before sitting up, peeling off the sweat soaked shirt, he stood up on shaky legs. Tiptoeing around dogs he stopped to pull on a new shirt, and his glasses before  finally making it to the door, throwing it open without a word, staring at the person standing there.

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Will nodded, looking back at the home before snorting softly  as he saw Winston with his face pressed up against the window. "Yeah, this is my home....You want to come in?" He asked, looking over, though once again not meeting his gaze.

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Coughing slightly harder, Will nodded, blinking the tears back before relaxing " Yes….Yeah, Sorry…My name’s WIll Graham..It’s nice to meet you,  Pharazuph." 

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Dogs are loyal though..They don't judge...Or ask for much.

…Well, I suppose so..

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Seven Sixteen PM I’m in Baltimore, Maryland My name is Will Graham

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...Well, I suppose so..

Dogs are better anyways…