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In Your Headlights (L.A. Noire 4F)Music hauntingly drawled out of the car's radio as Cole drove, the breeze whipping through the open window. While the city slept, a killer remained on the loose, though it was one that really existed more in his head, it seemed. Maybe he was just losing his mind.In Your Headlights (L.A. Noire 4F) by nightchildmoonchild
There were similarities between the victims, though. The women had unhappy relationships, for instance.
Flickers of movement, like the rustle of a coat, or a disembodied laugh, proved the alley's lifelessness a façade.
One figure appeared in full sight.
Her hands slung aimlessly, and her dark curls bounced. Turning, she revealed a disappointed expression, her mouth curled in a scowl. She paused, one hand drawn into herself. Her face was distorted, as if beneath moving water.
She turned out of his field of vision as he passed.
His eyes widened. It couldn't be—glancing at the rearview mirror, he found no further trace of her. He didn't believe in magic, but ghosts, Okinawa had proved, were a different matter.
Shining Armor (L.A. Noire 4F)She wondered why he hadn't become a writer.Shining Armor (L.A. Noire 4F) by nightchildmoonchild
Marie herself had a different mind for stories, finding the viewing of the tale, rather than the craftsmanship itself, entertaining. Tearing apart the nuts and bolts of the story would take the illusion of its beauty from her.
She glimpsed him on several occasions, when he was engrossed in his studies, or staring off into the distance as if in thought. While his pleasant countenance had first caught Marie's eye, she couldn't help but wonder about him, an ambiguous figure in his own private world. She imagined him to be a prince, or a brooding Byronic hero, and the silliness of the idea made her flinch away from attempting conversation with him.
One foggy afternoon, she accidentally left her purse slung over a chair in the campus library, and it wasn't until she heard his footsteps behind her that she registered its absence.
She placed a hand to her mouth upon the realization of her mistake.
With a warm smile, he held it out by its strap. "I t
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