Police Sirens: Corry Warning: Mental and Physical Torture

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The beach was a wonderful place to go fishing. Early in the morning when no one else was around to disturb or startle the catch, all you had to do was wait. You put your bait in the water and just wait.

Normally Joseph preferred to do a bit more scouting and research before he fished, but desperate times called for semi-desperate measures. So far everything in town had gone as well as could be expected and he didn't imagine it would change anytime soon. Not that he would be here much longer.

Joseph just needed one more catch, a few days to prepare it, and then he would be on his way. Speaking of catches, he adjusted his glasses as he glanced down the beach, noticing someone coming this way. Making sure he looked properly disheveled; wispy hair blowing in the wind and his tattered robe loosely tied about his waist, he stumbled a bit aimlessly as he blinked owlishly as he looked around.

"Hello?" he called out. "Hello? William, where are you? William, is that you?"

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[starsfallen]

Corry rarely has an easy night's sleep these days. Its gotten better at times - on days she's out and about meeting new people and dreaming up plans for the Waterhouse - and especially when she's with Leslie. But mostly the house is too large and too quiet. Dragons and mist linger in the shadows. And dark memories, darker self-doubts, every time she closes her eyes.

Its become habit on those nights she can't sleep, that she heads to the water, following the shoreline from her mansion on the cliff and down to the boardwalk. Maybe the sea calls to her Siren sensibilities, or its the tranquility in the chaos of the waves. Or maybe its all of the fond childhood memories that bring her a sense of peace and calm in the salty air.

Late at night on these walks (or perhaps what some would consider early morning), she's never spotted a single sole along the stretch of beach. Tonight however, is different. An elderly man ahead looks to be in distress. Disheveled and off-balance. Its unclear if he's disoriented from senility or intoxication. But if its the former, he obviously needs help, and if its the latter - well Corry has certainly had enough of those nights in her past that she can only sympathize.

"Sir?" Corry calls out, not wanting to sneak up on him too suddenly. "Sir, are you alright?"