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[Tiffany, of course, makes a point of visiting the chapel every Sunday morning, but she also drops by every few days besides that as well. Today, she'd noticed something was amiss the moment she'd walked into the room: it smells funny (like there'd been a fire, she thought), it's dustier than usual, and there's a large sunken stain on the floor.
She is very displeased about this, and becomes doubly so when she finds Dillon's broken rosary on the floor.]
Hey.
[She's filming herself sitting on one of the newly-shortened pews, looking sternly at the camera.]
The fuck happened in here? Where's Dillon? This is his.
[She holds up the rosary, dangling it from her fingers.]
Somebody kill him? Were y'all fighting in the chapel?
I don't got an anger parasite in me, but if someone hurt Dillon, when he just woke up, you got me to deal with, you hear? You don't fight in God's house, and you don't hurt my friends in here, either.
Fuckers.
[And with that, she cuts the feed. She'll be in the chapel for a while, first looking around for clues and then sitting and praying.]
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[Hours later, after her conversation with Jean, she adds a short addition to her post.]
dillon is dead i dont know if he's coming back
[Tiffany, of course, makes a point of visiting the chapel every Sunday morning, but she also drops by every few days besides that as well. Today, she'd noticed something was amiss the moment she'd walked into the room: it smells funny (like there'd been a fire, she thought), it's dustier than usual, and there's a large sunken stain on the floor.
She is very displeased about this, and becomes doubly so when she finds Dillon's broken rosary on the floor.]
Hey.
[She's filming herself sitting on one of the newly-shortened pews, looking sternly at the camera.]
The fuck happened in here? Where's Dillon? This is his.
[She holds up the rosary, dangling it from her fingers.]
Somebody kill him? Were y'all fighting in the chapel?
I don't got an anger parasite in me, but if someone hurt Dillon, when he just woke up, you got me to deal with, you hear? You don't fight in God's house, and you don't hurt my friends in here, either.
Fuckers.
[And with that, she cuts the feed. She'll be in the chapel for a while, first looking around for clues and then sitting and praying.]
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[Hours later, after her conversation with Jean, she adds a short addition to her post.]
dillon is dead i dont know if he's coming back
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Does it smell like sulfur?
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[And now she's a little bit afraid to.]
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[Steeling herself, she gets down on the floor near the stain... and yup, that sure is a burnt flesh smell, all right. Not very prominent, but still discernible once she's close enough.
She jumps back with a yelp, and high-tails it out of the chapel. Oh, Dillon.]
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[Crowley sighs, hangs up, and goes to find her.]
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[She's standing outside the chapel-- first retching (but not actually puking), then trying to get her breath back.]
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Come on. I'll walk you home.
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It might not be him. He could've killed somebody else; he's fucking powerful.
[But that would present its own set of problems.]
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[She gives him a dubious look.]
You didn't even want me to check it out; you told me to run.
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Generally speaking, hanging around a murder scene isn't the smartest idea.
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You're not going to go after one of these overpowered wankers with a regular weapon, are you?
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[She spins around, facing Crowley fully.]
You don't know what Dillon means to me, okay?
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If you want to get yourself killed, I can't stop you. But I'm not going to lie either.
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