Thread: Strange Town, Strange Folks (Chichi Cheetah & Sheena-Tiger)

Cathy practically glowed at the kind praise for her cooking and she blushed. I do try to help people think of home. Makes them happy. She busied herself with her stove again, getting various things prepped for later in the day. She never knew when to stop working - one task done, start another. That task done? Next one. Ty picked up the photo after a moment, frowning and brows knitting as he tried to remember the face. It was a little hard to recognize faces when the only other time you've seen it, it's been mutilated. Hearing his widow had only just found out about his death, he raised both eyebrows. An outsider of Sanford, dying here? Oh, hell. If Pops got news of randoms dying, he'd NEVER open Paradis to Sanford again. That would be bad for business, on both their parts. Ty mulled this over as he drank his coffee slowly, knowing his poker face was already shot. Well, I can drop you off at the town morgue, if you wanted more info on this guy. Can't remember his name, but next time you talk to the lady, give her our condolences. This shouldn't have happened. He finished his coffee and Cathy refilled the mug before he could say anything. I remember him. Cathy took the picture and held it in her hands. Very friendly gentleman, said his name was Bruce but it could have been fake. It didn't match the name on his debit card but I don't ask questions or pry into people's personal affairs. Sometimes people just pass through and don't want to be remembered. She rubbed her thumb on the picture, a little, as she thought back. The last time I saw him, he did look a little scared. Like he'd crossed the wrong person. Didn't get his usual breakfast, he'd been here for almost a week before he... turned up. He's the one that Dale found out by the old farmhouse, right? Ty asked the cook. She nodded, looking pained. Think this guy had a second life? One his wife didn't know of? Tybalt rolled his shoulders back, stretching his arms a bit as he glanced outside. A few cars had pulled up and customers were about to come in, it seemed. Seems to be the case. Emilia, if you're really that dead-set on your investigation, I'll take you where you need to go. Can't talk much more about it here. Cathy's... upset about this one. I'm upset about all of them, she sniffed, using a corner of her apron to dab her eyes. But let's cut the business talk around my other customers. It'll just scare them. The little bell over the door jingled and it was like hitting a switch - Cathy's somber expression changed, going from grief-stricken to warmth and a wide smile. Chad! It's so good to see you. The young man... did not look like he blended in well with this small town - a decidedly gothic look, long black hair scattered with braids and little gold beads, nails painted black, heavy pair of boots with a black vest over a deep purple long-sleeve shirt. His ears were covered with piercings - left ear was mostly studs and a few rings, right ear had an industrial bar and a few odder conch gems that looked more like subdermal piercings than actual earrings - and his lips were pierced in two spots with hoops. But he smiled tiredly at Cathy and took a seat on the other side of Tybalt. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. Hey, Cathy. The usual for me, but extra spicy today if you've got enough? Rough night? Ty asked the kid. Chad winced and nodded, taking the iced tea from Cathy with a mumbled 'thanks' and taking a long drink. I was up too late and out too long. Just got in this morning. Mom's gonna kill me. No she won't. Tybalt clapped his shoulder, making him jump, before standing up and leaving money on the counter - both for his own food and for whatever Chad and Emilia ordered. Put their breakfasts on me, and Emilia? If you want to follow me up on my offer, I'll be out in my car. Last edited Aug 14, 2018