the person i'd have to become | presley, clue

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Turns out, Presley didn't exactly make the best bounty hunter. He'd somehow managed to lose two people he thought he'd chased upstairs. Ally was trailing behind him- he tried his best to drown her out while he continued to look. Something about having seen Mav but then he left but then he asked her to find Naomi or something- not relevant beyond the news that apparently no one could stay put. The fact that Maverick was difficult to hunt down sometimes was not exactly news.

"You heard the thudding too, right?"

Just looking for confirmation that he wasn't crazy.

Every room he'd checked was empty. No one, as far as he knew, was up here. Yet more than once he'd been certain that there was a loud bang, like a shoe being kicked off a foot or a book falling from a shelf. He'd almost given up when he heard it a third time, still above head.

Ugh. Not the attic. And yet so perfectly in character for a scorpio to go and sulk. He sighed heavily.

"Are you too drunk to climb a ladder right now?"

Too bad if she was.

The attic was appropriately dusty. There were windows at either end, and boxes and things covered in sheets so as to resemble vaguely humanoid ghosts littered practically every square inch, save a couple footpaths that'd been carved by the years. No one was here. A quick survey of the room didn't point out any obvious noise-makers either. Strange.

He poked and prodded for a couple minutes at various boxes. The moonlight from the far end window bathed everything in an ominous blue light. The closer window had a perfect view of the backyard. Warm orangey tones danced unsteadily against the walls here from the bonfire, still going strong despite almost everyone having ran away from it by that point.

"Where the heck did everyone go?"

Had he somehow managed to be one of the last people at a party? How lame. He slid a pile of boxes over and he noticed a tall, thin safe. It was screwed into the ground, and looked like it was supposed to be hidden behind a fake bookshelf or something based on the way it seemed to be built into the wall. He tried the handle and it was locked, but then he noticed the keyhole and had to suppress a smile. It was a star.

He locked eyes with Ally as he pulled the key out of his pocket. The two of them seemed to make some silent agreement, and then he slid the key inside and clicked it open.

There were a bunch of work documents and some sentimental crap, some jewelry Mrs. Keyford clearly cared about enough to stow away. But most notably of the items inside- Presley picked up a pistol and held it up for Ally to see.

"The hell does Mr. Keyford need with this?" He hated when people used the protection argument for keeping weapons around. Like, okay, so what emergency is occurring in which you imminently need a gun but also have the time to run upstairs, climb the ladder into your attic, and get said gun from the safe? Exactly, made no sense as far as he was concerned. He walked over to the other window and took a gander. He saw something moving and squinted.

"Oh, there's someone..." He couldn't make out the form well from so far away in the dark. It was over near the shed he'd seen Naomi coming from before, he thought. He tried thinking back: was anyone wearing black tonight? Was that a dress? A coat, maybe?

"Come on, I think Mav is smoking outside maybe."