001. RULES
002. PLOT
003. SUSCENSEO
004. RECUSO
005. FORM

01/11/2009 keaton's robbed, no injuries

16/10/2009 second police press conference, still no leads

13/10/2009 break in and assault at Apollo's Universe

10/09/2009 dna evidence from murder scene obtained, no matches found

09/2009 crime waves pick up in town, police suspect murderers behind it

05/2009 - 09/2009 mention on news ceases, murderers not found

20/04/2009 police conference, no new leads

12/04/2009 new continues covering story, no new leads

08/04/2009 news broadcast & newspaper article

Season: Fall. Termperatures ranging between 40 and 70 degrees Farenheit on average. Weather: The temperature rises and fall steeply this time of year so always bring a sweater. Lots of grey cloudy days and cold rain that will eventually be leading into snow over the next couple of weeks.

tbc.




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Books should be your best friend.

A huff of some sort came through chapped lips as the owner thought back to the old saying that her mother used to tell her as a child. As much as she loved her mother, Marcy couldn't help but despise the saying. Then again, why was she even here at the library?

Because the library was the only place she could escape these days. With all the animals at her home, her brother's taste of loud music, and her father's loving yet demanding need for someone to discuss politics with, Marcy was just about fed up with constant noise. The serene atmosphere of the library welcomed her buzzing ears with welcoming pages.

Mustard yellow flats stood on the tips as a thin, purple covered arm reached up to sift out a rather interesting looking book. "Life Through the Eyes of a Manatee." Her words couldn't help but rise a little at her excitement of finding such a random title. Chewed to the bone fingernails helped open the book, and the waft of dust that invaded her nostrils caused a short sneeze to spurt form the girl, so shaking that it almost knocked off the brown beanier that hid the mess of bed-head hair.
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