ＧＩＡＮＮＡ ＡＵＢＲＥＹ ＷＩＮＣＨＥＳＴＥＲ↳ ｇｉａｎｎａ↳ 17 years of age ↳ July 28th↳ female↳ heterosexual↳ appearance ↲→ blonde→ blue eyes → 5'2"→ 96 pounds↳ strengths ↲→ stealth→ pretending→ incantations↳ weaknesses ↲→ brute force→ kindness→ gullibility↳ other ↲→ left side dominant, which often proves useful in surprising people.
ＤＥＸＴＥＲ ＨＵＮＴＥＲ ＦＩＮＮＩＧＡＮ↳ ｄｅｘｔｅｒ↳ 21 years of age ↳ February 28th↳ male↳ heterosexual↳ appearance ↲→ blonde→ blue eyes→ 5'8"→ 126 pounds↳ strengths ↲→ computer coding→ robotics↳ weaknesses ↲→ awkwardness→ talking→ socializing↳ other ↲→ Dexter isn't a people person. He's a rather awkward soul
It had almost been too easy, Gianna concluded as she fished a twenty from her pocket and set it on the bar counter of the 50's diner she'd found herself in. The employees were gullible beyond compare, easily wooed into giving information they weren't fans of reliving. Gianna and Finn had had their suspicions regarding what the threat was, but this confirmed it, for sure. Gianna had expected this to be at least the slightest bit difficult, yet here she was, eating lunch at the bar. Maybe she should invite Finn back in, now that the investigation was mostly through. She could easily dismiss him as her partner or something, considering that she'd introduced herself as a news reporter before interrogating mercilessly, yet somehow retaining the employee's favor. Gianna pulled out her phone and shot her cousin a quick text message, sporting a mere few words. Investigation done. Lunch? These were some really damn good pancakes, Gianna would admit. Screw only eating them for breakfast; lunch and dinner had just as much right to tasty food as breakfast did, right? Besides, Gianna hadn't had pancakes in what seemed like an eternity, and she enjoyed breaking rules as petty as what foods were allowed for which meals. Now that she'd figured out what was causing the trouble around here--or had at least narrowed down the options considerably--Gianna could relax at least slightly, for a little while. Wendigo, I bet, she added in her text message, before hitting the send button. ********Being quite the awkward soul, Dexter didn't leave his office by the time lunch rolled around. He was much more comfortable hanging out on his computer, waiting until he was called by his boss to run out on more errands. That was his job, as an intern, to do as told. Not have a spine, stick up for himself--not that Dex ever did that anyway. It honestly wasn't a bad job. Dex got to do pretty much nothing for pretty much the whole day, only heading out occasionally for a coffee run. The people who worked here could usually do things for themselves, though Dex had no doubt that he could do half of the things they did twice as well, yet he was still the one out running for coffee. Go figure. However, it seemed someone else needed coffee--who needed coffee this late in the day?--so Dex jumped to his feet and darted for the cafeteria, inwardly groaning as he passed the brightly colored plastic tables. There was nothing more that he hated than a hopeless attempt at making things brighter than they were. The cafeteria was a prime example of this.
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