[[OOC: Hey guys, sorry for the wait - been busy recently, but should be quick now. Sterling's Dialogue in this post is approved by Acidic.]]
The realization that they were being watched had suddenly occurred in Shawn's mind. They were on a television show. His family might be watching and he just strangled a girl on TV. Now he was looting her body. He felt the need to sit down on the floor for a moment while taking another look at the girl in front of him.
Knowing his mother, Shawn hoped and worried that watching her son on SOTF-TV and then seeing him possibly snapping a girls' neck on TV hadn't stressed her so much to restart her habit of constant drinking. Grandma Patty, what did she think of her grandson now? Was he an embarrassment to her and the entire Morrison family? What about his stepfather, or his sister, Jan? She would be supportive at least. No, they all would understand. He was just protecting himself and a friend from a stranger who had aggressively threatened to shoot. He wasn't going to allow another person he knew die when he could do something about it. That was clear on screen wasn't it?
Probably. What was definitely clear was that: Shawn Morrison; non-violent, peace loving, hippie boy, had just flippin' killed somebody.
"Let's just move her." Ben said in nervous agreement. He suggested to put Jaszmine's body into an office he'd explored earlier. To be honest, Shawn wanted to maybe bring her into one of the hotel suites, cover her with some bed sheets and lock the door. Then after that, if they still had the energy, they could even start searching for stuff in the rooms. Like mouthwash or something.
Yeah, Shawn really wanted some antiseptic mouth rinse. Sort of a daily routine thing, really.
Before he could say anything, someone else
entered the lobby and no doubt saw the dead girl on the floor. Murphy's law - perfect timing.
Shawn looked up from his position taking a second to analyze their latest visitor. It was a boy, purple bandanna around the neck, likely from the other school... like the boy who punched the lost gold team-mate, like the girl who killed Holly and the girl who he had just restrained from attacking Ben-o.
The golden boy, immediately stood up from his position on the floor and stood his ground, watching the purple teamer cautiously. He wasn't on the same team as Jaszmine, but the guy could have still been a danger like majority of the Detroit kids proved to be, if the Karen gal was any indication.
"Is she alright?" The boy said cautiously, concerned. He seemed okay, but Shawn wasn't sure. He couldn't risk anything yet, that's was part of the weird advice right?
Listen Shawn, I know you think you've got all the cards in your hand, but be careful. You can never tell who's bluffing you in this game. Don't go all in until you're sure you've got the winning hand. You've got to make everyone else fold first, understand?
Shawn put one hand out. Slow down. Don't come any closer. In a tone to match the other boy, he answered his question with another question.
"Did you know her?"
"Ummm. Yeah. Yeah, I did."
The words sounded nervous like Ben's. It came to Shawn that in his other hand was Jaszmine's gun. Not pointed at the guy, but visible. It was probably best he kept it in his hand until he knew the boy posed no threat.
"Name?" As calm as possible. In no way a demand. Shawn didn't want to give the impression that he himself was dangerous.
"I'm Sterling. Sterling Odair."
Shawn almost smirked and chuckled at the misinterpretation of his question, what with the marijuana still in his blood, but he stopped himself to prevent giving the wrong impression. A laugh would have just told him that he was crazy. The dead body not helping his case at all.
"No, Sterling..." Shawn's tone started off jovial until he remembered what he was asking. "I meant: what is her
"Oh, right. Jaszmine. Don't know her last name."
It wasn't the right girl. She wasn't the same girl who killed Holly. Shawn didn't even hear the name Jaszmine on the Announcements at all. She would be on there, eventually, but not for killing anyone. How was he supposed to explain this to Mae or Alicia? All of a sudden Shawn felt sick.
Did I just strangle an innocent girl?
The young hipster, looked at Sterling one more time, noting his tone and expression. Sterling really meant no harm it seemed. Maybe he was one of the 'good ones' from that Detroit School. Like Alicia. Maybe he was okay too. Shawn nodded and slowly pocketed the gun. He'd be upfront with the dude about this.
"I'll be real with you, man... She's dead."
Shawn took a deep breath.
"I did it."