Well enough alone
Sep. 16th, 2011 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Raylan and Shiori
What: Running into one another following the same lead!
Where: Somewhere in Griss Twist.
When: ...whenever is convenient, I am not picky.
Notes: If we need to edit, let me know?
Warnings: None so far.
Though he was keeping in touch with Rachel (and a few other people he knew less well, like Integra), Raylan was a loner by nature, and wouldn’t seek out much socializing unless roped into it. He was waiting to hear back from the job office.
But in the meantime, the disappearances were starting to get to him. He’d sorted them mainly into two categories: removed from the Network and remaining on the Network. The popular theory was that the former group had been “sent home.” Raylan was skeptical. But even the most optimistic of the locals he talked to were worried about the other sort of disappearances. Those were termed unnatural, and Raylan resisted the urge to ask how people could tell.
He’d come to a run-down building in Griss Twist, tucked away in a forgotten corner. It was the last known location of someone who fell into the “disappeared but on the Network” category. Marshalls weren’t detectives, and Raylan had no illusions otherwise, but tracking people down was meant to be his specialty.
He’s poking around, cautiously, without disturbing the scene more than he needs to.
What: Running into one another following the same lead!
Where: Somewhere in Griss Twist.
When: ...whenever is convenient, I am not picky.
Notes: If we need to edit, let me know?
Warnings: None so far.
Though he was keeping in touch with Rachel (and a few other people he knew less well, like Integra), Raylan was a loner by nature, and wouldn’t seek out much socializing unless roped into it. He was waiting to hear back from the job office.
But in the meantime, the disappearances were starting to get to him. He’d sorted them mainly into two categories: removed from the Network and remaining on the Network. The popular theory was that the former group had been “sent home.” Raylan was skeptical. But even the most optimistic of the locals he talked to were worried about the other sort of disappearances. Those were termed unnatural, and Raylan resisted the urge to ask how people could tell.
He’d come to a run-down building in Griss Twist, tucked away in a forgotten corner. It was the last known location of someone who fell into the “disappeared but on the Network” category. Marshalls weren’t detectives, and Raylan had no illusions otherwise, but tracking people down was meant to be his specialty.
He’s poking around, cautiously, without disturbing the scene more than he needs to.