Post #3 - The question of Mr. Evans

Everyone has questions.  Little kids ask why the sky is blue, teenagers ask why can't they make their own choices, and adults ask where has all the time gone? In the Foxberry, the elevators go up and down, mostly, and people stand in the lobby as if they were themselves part of the building. On this particular day the patrons were startled by the sound of water flowing from the fountain. Some tossed a coin or two in. Did they want their wishes granted? Did they want answers to their questions?

Take, for example, the question of Mr. Evans. Who knew him? Who saw him the night he met his end? Who had any answers? For that matter, why Mr. Evans? The police were doing their best in a place that liked to hold its answers tightly within the walls, street corners, restaurants and behind closed doors. So it stands to reason that the police struggled to find any pieces of the puzzle, much less put any pieces together.

As the holidays rolled over the city, Halloween passed along with Thanksgiving and Christmas started to appear.  Bea realized that in most other places, packages and letters start filling the mail room, but here, there was only a slight up-tic in package traffic. When the police questioned her, she didn't give them Mr. Evans' letters because she had violated federal law and opened one. A few questions were answered, but more occurred.

Across the street at the museum,  Frankie, Bret, and Evelyn sat in the manager's office, each holding a knife. Each looking at each other.  They now had many questions.

While Aydar and Stephanie G. received knocks on their doors and packages delivered into their arms, Donna and Regan sat in the police station outside the detective's office.  Donna is not too terribly surprised by the summons, but Regan continually checks her phone and looks about the station with a mix of irritation and fear.

And finally, why is Noah standing in corner of the 3rd floor parking deck mumbling to himself as he watches, unbeknownst to her, Stephanie L wandering around spot 303?

To do: If your character is mentioned above, you should have some questions or answers and generally keep with the ideas. For the rest, your character must have a question or two, right? Questions are what keep things interesting.
Due date: December 7th, by the beginning of class.

Blog #2- The Slice O' the Day

Everyone has something that haunts them.  Past loves, clowns, the word "moist," the choices that they made, the choices that they should have made, or going just a little too far at whatever --nobody stands free and clear.

Two nights earlier, Halloween was marked with people dressed as Mr. Evans and wandering through Scary Carrie's. A town that has a year-round haunted house is just asking for trouble.

So it made sense that here at the Foxberry, lives would need to be explained, literally. Four police detectives began canvassing the neighborhood asking people questions about the suspected murder of Mr. Evans.  Some residents didn't bother to answer the door. Some residents were wary but willing to talk with the police. Most tried to ignore the cops as they stood in line at either Big Tony's or Little Teddy's to get the daily 2 for $1.00 slice-o-the-day.  Neither pizza place ran dailies very often, so folks took advantage. Some people were eating pizza from one place while standing in line at the other.

Bootes proved to be one of the more contentious interviews. When the police happened to stop Bootes in the lobby, many passing residents shook their heads, thinking that the police shouldn't step into that game.  Nonetheless, they pressed-on with the interview.  The two cops jumped to the side when Bootes turned and threw a coffee cup, full, in their direction.

Dorothy sat in the park with Mr. Jenkins bravely trying to learn the game of chess, but she mostly wanted to ask about Mr. Evans.  Elwood joined them, just for the company. He absently watched the game, lost in his thoughts. They talked a bit, and then a young man, Shawn, wandered into the park, sat on a bench and began playing his guitar, his case lay open in front of him.  The songs floated-up around the park and reached Jack Stars as he diligently worked on the roof. He hummed along, "...the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind..."By noon the pool had been drained,  and clean, clear water was filling in. The water sparked in the afternoon sun.

The weather had cleared, the sky was a bright blue and the trees were turning various shades of yellow, orange, and, yes, red.

Individual choices:
Everyone should incorporate some description of either your character or apartment in a way that readers will learn something else, something new, about your personality. Something that in some way haunts your character
Everyone should include one of the main blog details.