The crisp chill of the winter air nipped about the streets, creating strange hairstyles and pinching cheeks like the annoying aunt that visits this time of year. Dakota Fairchild, a girl protected by the walls of a cafe see's people down below with reddened cheeks and calloused hands. The lot seems to be a mix of two equations; the first being the common folk, those who have to work through holidays and festivals to put food on the table, and, the second being the better-off who all head toward a drink or a festive dinner, ready to spend in abundance while clad in clothing that seems to have been plucked from the winter edition of the Fashion Weekly magazine. Dakota sat at her table, surveying this crowd below and the place that hadn't seem to have changed much in the ten years of its 'discovery'. As a child, Dakota would visit this cafe with her parents. During this time of year, they would sit at the same wooden table, polished to a glass-like finish and would order from the same waiters present to this day. A few years ago, Dakota was left no choice but to be the only one to come here. She sat at the same table, the same time of year, looking at the people down below, reading their past and present from their body language and gestures, anticipating their every move. From this cafe, you got a bird's eye view of Belmont. Throughout the years, this safe haven has gone under countless remodeling sessions; the window panes changed, the lights seemed a tad bit artificial, and the flooring got uprooted and replace. Despite these modifications, one thing remains the same; the view from this table.
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Dakota Fairchild; The Vigilante's Mark
Mystery / ThrillerDakota Fairchild; an outsider at school, the social recluse. A girl who's Mother and Father 's lives have been taken by a mysterious, rather unforgiving group of established "businessmen"- a widely known and feared crime syndicate. It's up to Dakota...
