Tuesday part 1
Yesterday records another step in the ongoing investigations. Not much but will make do. Baby steps does tend to grow after all. Based on the info Arcturus and Keith collected yesterday, the rumour probably started as an offhanded topic in circulating gossips around the girls in the campus. Traced to the source, the trail leads to a girl named Christine. Arcturus inferred that the girl lives around Bachman Street on Sabang Danao city, all alone.
Balila and Cedric are on their way.
The moment the two were paired last sunday raised so many eyebrows. These two? Of all people, well Benjamin and Hubert already picked each other, and Deane was a valid exception, but still sounds ridiculous nonetheless.
Unlike Keith and Arcturus, these two were a different story. The former actually worked well together because of their polarising perspective in dealing people, the latter on the other hand could hardly stand even occupying space with each other. Cedric has the total drive, but his vigour completely narrows his point of view making him miss the smallest blatantly obvious details. Balila on the other hand, is yet to be judged on these kind of situations. Cedric loves cartoons, Balila on Anime. Cedric despises Doraemon, while Balila literally jerks on it. Everything these two does together is bicker, and bicker, and bicker more. One always disagree with the other. Like water and oil. They were, as Benjamin liked to call it, an unknown variable. With two probable outcome; solute each other or explode. Everyone seems to agree.
Riding an expensive red Honda Vios on their way to their destination, Cedric was on full alert. Being the guy on the wheel, he keeps his focus on the road, distractions are liabilities, or so he says himself. Of course he knew he was taking this too seriously, but what else could he do? Entertaining the other passenger was the last thing he would ever do.
Said passenger however, was seated just right across him, arms lazily resting across his legs staring intently at his window, a look of boredom written across his face. Balila was known for his relentlessness, so the passive expression he wore was a surprise.
Cedric on the other hand was bored, not the type where you would wait for an hour long lecture to end, but the one where a rolling ball could worth something entertaining. Normally he would prefer to act like the other never exists and get over it, but the trip was 2 hours long. And theres nothing worth seeing in the road. But no way, if someone was gonna start a conversation, its better be the other guy, not him.
Thankfully, the former did. Balila released a sleepy yawn. "Normally, this type of job would be a walk in a park, if we should have gone through Facebook to get a hold on her. This whole trip was just a waste of time and gasoline." Clearly he wasn't pleased with the whole trip idea, Cedric agrees, but there's no way in hell he's ever gonna say it out loud.
The driver rolled his eyes. Slacker. "Chat-boxes tells you what they say, not what they say. And a one on one interview would be our best shot." Cedric snarks.
"I would agree. If. Our Roxy here lives a block ahead reachable for a 2 minute walk. And not a 2 hour trip to another freakin city!" Balila retorts, staring at a drugstore they were passing through with disinterest."
"Aw common, quit whining. Would it kill you to do authentic, decent work for once in your boring little life?"
Balila turns to face the self-righteous driver. Who the hell was he to say that? "Boring? Boring? Okay okay, low blow man, low blow. You call me boring? What would you know about work punk? Guess what! Lets do a crash course shall we." He started counting with his fingers for emphasis. "One, I spent my weekends with part times on bars. A band singer for crying out loud! Compared to your "cool" yet incredibly dweeb internet journalist gig. And two, my pay check makes yours look like gasoline money." He finished smugly.
