*Atilliary Facilities: Torn Wanted poster*

[Guest]

*You see a torn wanted poster around town*
____________________________Atilliary Facilities____________________________
We are looking for a____________ ve__cle that has bee____________he Facil___s recently.
The yellow bi_______________telligence system and ___ speak____________s stolen the veh__e.
If seen please contact the Atilliary F________________
________________tack the vehicle.
Ni____@At__liaryF_________
_______________________________liary Facili________________________________

[Ellie_Three]

Rizu walks casually by only barely noticing the wanted poster hanging on for dear life as the wind threatened to tear it off and send it flying down the road. After a quick glace over the print Rizu lifted his head up, attempting to recall the memories of the machine that he was positive that he had once saw, "Damn, there was that chick with the talking bike hanging outside the bank" As Rizu read further along he noticed that there was no contact email on the actual page making him wonder exactly how he was going to get in contact with them. Shrugging somberly he decided that he would simply keep his eyes open for it, and should he ever see the machine again he would defiantly make at least a modest attempt and returning it to its owner, or at the very least confront the thief that he had already known her to be. "Man, I gotta stop drinking" he said to himself, angry that he could not even so much as remember the face of the women that he saw with the talking bike. Turning his head and lifting his hood, Rizu continued down the cold street with lingering images of the machine that he had been so near just a few hours ago.

[Anthony_Weber]

5:30 PM, Palomino Creek.
Jones Cunningham, a Roman Catholic priest of the Church that was setting up in Palomino Creek, passes by in his daily, meditational stroll down the street to notice the poster. He is an aging, 55 year old man, with a wise, happy smile on his face.

Noticing the poster, he quickly remembers the particularly shaped bike and the woman he saw on it. He looks down to the ground, filled with thoughts. He goes to walk to a bench in the quiet evening, in front of the Church, to meditate. Seeking the help of the divine, he thinks of how he could use psychology techniques, to convince her that she doesn't need it, or to perhaps divert her attention to a reward in its return...

At least, he is bound to confessional secrecy, and is not even thinking about reporting this to the police. He returns to the Church to start preparing for the 6'o'clock mass.

(( Pity that OOCly I know that she'd want to keep the bike for the sake of the story. xD Ol' Mr. Priesty is still worried though. ))

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