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Mitch Grassi
Quietest of the group
Copes through avoidance
Can be secretive at times
Last saw Scott- the night before his disappearance
Last words with Scott - "for how long?"
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Kirstin Maldonado
Copes through humor
Can be cold at times
Last saw Scott- two days before his disappearance
Last words with Scott - "see you Friday."
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Kevin Olusola
Copes through facts and reasoning
Is known for hiding behind 'proof'
Last saw Scott - a week before his disappearance
Last words to Scott - "you sure aren't around much anymore."
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Avirel Kaplan
Copes through silence
Is known for being a wise soul who gets caught up in emotions
Last saw Scott - 3 days before disappearance
Last words to Scott - "hope you have fun."
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Mitch entered with his head held down. There's a rip in his knitted, Royal blue sweater. It spans from the point of his elbow to the center of his forearm, which has a slight gash. His eyes are sunken, making him look tired and vunerable. He keeps brushing the hair out of his face, and tapping his ear exactly three times. He had been crying.
Kirstin entered with a cheery "hello," but adjusted into a completely bitter look when the questions came. "How close where you with Scott?" She had been asked; she responded by lying. "Not that close," she laughed, before tucking her hands in her pocket and rocking back and forth in her seat. Eyeshadow is smeared on her cheek- But she had not been crying.
Kevin walked in with a frustrated look. He didn't want to be here. He definitely didn't read a reaction- he offered up as much information as possible. He'd been here, then here, now he's not. A shaded patch of dirt stains his blue jeans, and his eyes were constantly being fluttered shut. He had not been crying.
Avi walks in, and he behaves as if he has better places to be. I tell him the news, and his reaction is pure and utter shock. He asks questions better than the others. "What do you know?" He asked. "Is he kidnapped?" He is only now finding out. But he doesn't cry.
