[Don't mind the fact that he sounds a little clipped; Billy has been in A Mood for the entirety of the day and people turning up dead are doing the opposite of helping.
Either way. Feelings are mostly off. Feelings have been mostly off for the majority of his time here, no need to change that now.]
I found her in the library, first thing in the morning; she was sitting in the dark without any of the lamps on and she was cold to the touch - so by the time morning rolled around, she'd probably been there for a while, and it's safe to say that she probably wasn't getting much reading done beforehand.
Probably because she was a little busy getting in some sort of altercation.
[...jesus, billy.]
Eliza had a good-sized gash on her head, and small shards of ceramic in her hair – I'm not a coroner so don't quote me on this, but I don't know whether the hit alone would have been enough to kill her. At the same time, she was definitely whacked in the head with something.
Furthermore, she had shallow scratches on her, both on the backs of her hands and on her forearms, under her sleeves - the sleeves are loose, so it's possible they folded back during whatever fight she got in. The scratches were also small, and were more like raised welts than actual cuts – nothing that broke skin. She also had a large bruise on her left wrist - recent-looking, too – and her knuckles were bruised.
[...Also, uh, how do you - ]
She also smelled a lot like vanilla, of all things. I've got no idea why she smelled like cake, but she smelled like cake.
[...Yep.
Anyway, he'll pull out his pocketsquare – it's a white one that has decidedly not been in his jacket pocket this morning; it's stained with a watery, pale brown color that...very definitely also smells like vanilla.]
This came off of both her shoulder and the chair she was sitting on, there was more of it on her than there was on the chair.
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[Don't mind the fact that he sounds a little clipped; Billy has been in A Mood for the entirety of the day and people turning up dead are doing the opposite of helping.
Either way. Feelings are mostly off. Feelings have been mostly off for the majority of his time here, no need to change that now.]
I found her in the library, first thing in the morning; she was sitting in the dark without any of the lamps on and she was cold to the touch - so by the time morning rolled around, she'd probably been there for a while, and it's safe to say that she probably wasn't getting much reading done beforehand.
Probably because she was a little busy getting in some sort of altercation.
[...jesus, billy.]
Eliza had a good-sized gash on her head, and small shards of ceramic in her hair – I'm not a coroner so don't quote me on this, but I don't know whether the hit alone would have been enough to kill her. At the same time, she was definitely whacked in the head with something.
Furthermore, she had shallow scratches on her, both on the backs of her hands and on her forearms, under her sleeves - the sleeves are loose, so it's possible they folded back during whatever fight she got in. The scratches were also small, and were more like raised welts than actual cuts – nothing that broke skin. She also had a large bruise on her left wrist - recent-looking, too – and her knuckles were bruised.
[...Also, uh, how do you - ]
She also smelled a lot like vanilla, of all things. I've got no idea why she smelled like cake, but she smelled like cake.
[...Yep.
Anyway, he'll pull out his pocketsquare – it's a white one that has decidedly not been in his jacket pocket this morning; it's stained with a watery, pale brown color that...very definitely also smells like vanilla.]
This came off of both her shoulder and the chair she was sitting on, there was more of it on her than there was on the chair.
And that's what I've got.