(( OOC Thread: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/sis-puella-magica-an-oc-oriented-madoka-rp-ooc.50686/ )) Police investigating death of local teen On Saturday morning, sixteen-year-old Christina Clay was found dead in her Jamesville bedroom. According to a statement released by Jamesville police, no injuries were visible on the teenager’s body, and there were no signs of substance use. Her parents reported that she had no known pre-existing medical conditions. Shards of what appeared to be a large piece of jewelry were found near the victim’s body, matching similar shards that have been found near the bodies of other teenaged girls with unidentifiable causes of death since late 2010. Investigations are still ongoing, and more details are expected to be released within the next few days. * * * Jamesville High School was located on the northern side of Jamesville and sat on the border between New and Old Jamesville. The main building was a remnant of Old Jamesville with a few renovations made in the style of the sleek, modern buildings of New Jamesville, and the outlying buildings like the gym and cafeteria had been torn down and replaced with new buildings a couple of years ago. The school’s design was almost too appropriate given that the awkward phase of most teenagers began in those buildings. Caught somewhere between childhood and adulthood, the students of Jamesville High School often struggled to find their places in this crazy, messed-up world, even if that world was as small as a few buildings in a single town. Which was exactly why Linda Hamilton parked her patrol car outside of the school every weekday at 3:00 PM. Officially, she was there to stop fights from breaking out. Jamesville was a relatively low-crime town, so the schools didn’t see the point in hiring officers to patrol the campuses all day, but that didn’t stop students from getting into fights. So every day before and after school, there was an officer sitting outside of each school to keep an eye on the students. Usually, the very presence of a police car was enough to deter people from fighting, but the officers still had to break up their fair share of fights over the school year. The real reason Linda chose to sit outside Jamesville High School in the mornings and afternoons, though, was to keep an eye on Kyubey. Girls in their early teens were Kyubey’s primary targets, so it was only natural that most of his contracts were made with middle or high school girls. He sometimes aimed for younger girls, which was why Linda occasionally requested to switch with one of the officers at the elementary or middle school, but the high school was where Kyubey usually sought out his magical girl candidates. Confused, misguided, and often desperate, high school girls were the most willing to trade their lives for a single miracle. As Kyubey once put it, they were his best options for harvesting energy. Linda narrowed her eyes and deepened her ever-present frown. Even after all these years, the concept still disgusted her. The bell rang at exactly 3:20, as usual. The crowd that rushed out of the building to get to the busses or their cars was followed by a slow-moving, melancholy group that barely looked at each other as they walked. They must have been friends with the girl who died on Saturday. Linda watched them long enough to make sure that Kyubey wasn’t with any of them before going back to scanning the other girls coming out of the building. No sign of the little white rat. All she could do now was keep an eye out for any girl who looked like she would be a target for Kyubey. * * * Kyubey sat on top of Linda’s patrol car, watching the students as they came out of the school. He knew that Linda would be too absorbed in looking for him among the students to suspect that he was sitting right above her. It wasn’t the best vantage point, but this way, the risk of Linda seeing who he was tracking was much lower. He scanned the crowd of students for a girl by the name of Monoke Yukimura. He had been watching her long enough to know that something was going wrong in her life. It was just a matter of figuring out what that something was and approaching her with the offer to fix it with a simple wish. And, of course, making sure Linda didn’t find out what he was up to.