19th May
<< 9:22 p.m >>
The rain poured down as the storm grew louder, as Flora was tending to the flowers as it poured, the flickering lights blared with each sirens growing louder and louder. Screams echoes across the quiet — now rampant grew harder to ignore. What had happened for the usually quiet town of Pertruda to be on a pandemonium?
Flora couldn't shake the feeling of dread growing like a tumor, it's as if the peaceful days would be over. Peeking out the window, blood seeps on the pavement infront of the shop, mixed with rain, under a cloak, Flora saw the victim's hand and polices and investigators began to file into the street closing it off. Shaken by the discovery, Flora accidentally dropped her watering can from her earlier turmoil and jumped back a bit as she got her shoes wet, Granny Piers or rather the owner of the shop fixed her glasses
"Oh dear, Flora are you okay child?"
Granny Piers asked worriedly as she came down to help Flora, being an adoptive figure to Flora, she took out a bandange incase Flora injure herself for a she is too old to care about the mess created. Right... her hearings already took a toll from earlier days and her eye sight is not that good to notice what had happened outside.
Flora snapping out of her shock immediately moved to clean the mess.
"I'm fine granny... there's just.. an accident outside." Flora muttered grabbing a mop walking past Granny Piers eyeing out the window as she rushes to clean.
"What did you say child?.." asked granny Piers, still confused before walking up to the window and then her eyes widen as she realizes what Flora was trying to say.
"Oh my... bless those poor souls."
Granny Piers says as she walked away from the window, it's weird. How is granny so casual after seeing a literal death infront of the shop?
Flora is suspicious and yet said nothing to continued cleaning.
<< 10:40 p.m >>
The pandemonium has ceased to a quiet unnerving serenity with fear still planted in Flora's body as her actions grew restless, the disturbing image is still etched in her mind even when her eyelids are close — the image never dissapears as if what she saw was carved under her eyelids for eternity.
Flora looked out her window from the 2nd floor of the shop which are the home of her and her lovely grandmother, Granny Piers. Seeing that the crowd are quiet even as the rains slap against her window which was somewhat calming, made her ees tired yet her body refrain her from sleeping, looking back at her bed, her cat, "Zee" is sleeping on it curled up to shield itself from cold, the sight of her scottish fold being comfortable on her bed seems to calm her a bit, though peaceful. It's a wonder if it'll last.
All of a sudden a knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Flora? Sleep a good night, you don't have to attend your online class tonight, I have reasoned with them and said it was.. unsightly trauma. Rest well alright? Good night sweetie."
Granny Piers said from outside the door, her voice muffled by the wooden door, thought suspicions still lingers, it has dissipate a bit. Flora is naïve but she's not dumb to not notice her granny's weird behaviour.
Though her class is cancelled now, would she still try to attend it?
Her cat purrs nuzzled in her blanket, Flora blinks as her cat purred. For it is quiet there's still an air of uncertainty of how it would turn out tomorrow from the investigators searching all night for evidences and questioning people who live nearby and witnesses... Flora being one of them didn't try to get involve but she felt as if there's something calling to her... the body. Was she imagining it? That the fingers twitched? Could be... she's tired after all and the rain is making it unclear except for the panicked atmospheres figuring out who was the victims- were those, petals? That's weird. How were plants near the body that's on an uncracked pavement where none should be? Odd, isn't it?
When it was time for Flora to go to bed or do her works – something caught her eye. Why was a detective looking at her from below? He's seem to notice her peeking out of her blinds, he's tall and quite toned, wearig in dark clothings and a few garments hiding his equipment to blend into the night. Intimidated, Flora closed the blinds and lights and pretended to stop looking, although we all know she's too nosy to. For as now, she stopped... keyword : For now.
<< 11:59 p.m >>
Drawn by the body, Flora ponders, distracted even as she is writing her own feelings and knowledge about flowers, looking at the click on the wall she pouts in boredom, despite being shaken, boredom took over and she peeked out her room to see if granny Piers is awake, confirming that she wasnt. Flora wore a raincoat and took an umbrella just incase, finding a pair of boots under her bed, she took it out and wiped it for a bit then looked at her bed, seeing Zee still curled up like a little fluffball. She patted Zee before heading downstair to sneak out, sneaking past the patrolling cops and guards to check the boy, despite being a nosy teen — she's pretty stealthy for one. To avoid all guards just to satisfy her own curiosity is an insane amount of dedication. After a bit – To figure out who's dead to see this much guard patrolling Pertruda when Pertruda is usually a safe and unguarded nation. Baron Vanes. A very important political figure in Pertruda as one of the counselling member. But before she could investigate further... the detective earlier had caught her and captured her - but his attempts failed as Flora got alerted and imemdiately ran to hide, troublesome for the detective, he gave up and inspected for what had changed.
"Who was that?" He asked himself not getting a clear view on Flora's face
Flora's heart thumped in relief as she sneaked back in to the shop.
<< 12:36 p.m >>
Flora pretended nothing had happened up in her room, except for the fact that she didn't sleep yet. It's interestingly weird for her to sleep late. She wrote jn her diary of what she saw, s