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Missing person cases were always haunting when pondered on... Another youth was labelled a runaway by the police force designed to protect them. Countless names were written in the crime history books of presumed runaways who turned up murdered. While the police force was spread thin, there was a disappointment in the lack of attention. The situation was disparaging under most circumstances and stabbed the hearts of distraught parents. The entire reason Aramis found himself hanging posters for a young, missing girl, Rachel Glenn, was because her parents wanted to avoid kicking up a fuss.

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The former RCMP officer recommended the opposite, hoping it would not be overstepping. Every time he stapled or taped a missing person poster, the green-haired man stared at the smiling face of the junior. Theoretically, Miss Glenn was last seen on campus... Once the other security guards returned, Aramis planned to ask about the girl and potentially review security footage... Somebody needed to verify information for the family if the police were adamant about her runaway status. A poster was pressed against the metal light post, fingers automatically grabbing tape hanging off the side of the post; it was easier than stowing the posters in the messenger bag at his side.

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As he grabbed the second piece of tape, Aramis heard it. A young girl called for him, getting Aramis' initial attention. Despite the weight in his heart for Rachel and her family, the green-haired man favoured the brunette with a smile- until she began shouting in pain! The grin broke as surprise crossed his face. That was a little... weird... The sudden shift in tone from a greeting to flailing on the ground, thigh in hand before shifting to her ankle? ... Maybe it was a physical disability or ailment?

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"H-hold on," Aramis called to the young woman, concern carried on his voice.

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He fetched a blinder clip for the posters before sliding them into the messenger bag. A mental note was made of where he left off, Aramis knowing he could return to his task after aiding the student. The security guard jogged over to the injured junior and knelt beside her. He gazed at the covered ankle before his golden eyes locked onto Osheen.

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"Can you move your hand so I can take a look?" Aramis gently requested. "And do you know what happened? I can take you to the school doctor Miss?"

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The word miss hung off the security guard's tongue- a name request forged from a questioning silence. These situations were normal, students frequently found themselves hurt whether it be from personal decisions or those of others. While this brunette's abrupt drop to the ground and grasping of her ankle was strange... Aramis treated it as an average occurrence... However, police-academy-trained eyes watched the girl's expressions and attitudes. While modesty kept the security guard from voicing it internally, there were rare instances where people feigned injury or concerns because he was "handsome".

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Part of him wondered if the brown-haired junior held similar reasons for her... sudden and peculiar burst of pain... However, there was a chance her leg cramped and sent her falling to the hard ground... but that made the grasping strange... Attempts to rationalize the strange girl's actions were forgotten in favour of listening, hoping she could explain.

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Deception was always possible, but Aramis would rather assume truth before falling into the notion of lies. People deserved the benefit of the doubt, right? Especially when somebody was a student carted away from her family. The young girl needed support if she was genuinely in pain. Hence, the green-haired man ignored the oddities in the brunette’s actions for now. A one-time distraction was acceptable. There were endless possibilities of something bigger happening when the circumstance involved students!

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Her story was equally as strange as the young girl herself. A random cramp? … Sometimes she ended up plopped on the ground? Did the junior have a medical condition? Rather than barrage her with an abrupt interrogation, Aramis merely nodded… Despite the brunette’s forced laughter making the situation stranger? Maybe it was nervous laughter? The green-haired man could never be certain. The wayward glances only made the entire situation more peculiar… Some children were the eccentric types. Their actions lift brows as they show a variety of strange behaviours… but those actions could mean something else if the established baseline was different.

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“Okay, then let’s get you up,” he cheerfully stated.

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The security guard reached out to assist the young brunette to her feet- only for her to change her mind. Surprise showed on Aramis’ face, brows raising with a ‘huh’ escaping his slightly parted lips. The green-haired security guard shrugged and settled down next to her. Bottom on the ground, legs bent and settled with arms atop them.

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“Aramis,” he answered once settled down. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Osheen.”

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The long-haired man flashed the junior a smile. While he wanted to continue taping up flyers, Rachel could, hopefully, wait a little longer for the overdue diligence… The guilt flashed in him despite it being a few moments, at least, he hoped.

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“Does this happen to you often?” Aramis asked, somewhat curious, but additionally worried. “If it does, I hope you told the Academy’s doctor about it.”

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Advising children was not directly a part of Aramis’ occupation, but their safety was… and a medical condition that left a student falling to the ground should be reported… If it existed in the first place of course.

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Responsibility was something Aramis took seriously. As a security guard of an academy brimming with young people, he considered it a part of his duties. Furthermore, sitting beside a young student to ensure she would be safe until she was ready to move on. Given Osheen's situation of... at least theoretically... being ground-bound until she recovered, remaining beside her meant she would avoid trampling or the crueller student body. The green-haired man listened to Osheen testing his name in her mouth and attempting to pronounce it properly. A quaint smile touched the security guard's face at her attempts.

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He thought the name was simple, both in spelling and pronunciation. However, he knew little about Osheen and variation in language, learning or even lingual disabilities could create a requirement to test the letters. The brunette putting the words together prompted a soft laugh from the security guard. The thinking was peculiar but outside the box. It made the young girl intriguing despite the world she was painting in her mind already being strange.

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"Now sure. My mom picked it because she liked how it sounded," Aramis explained, cheer in his voice. "Osheen is a pretty name I will say. Heck, I argue it suits you!"

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A broad smile touched lips, Aramis' hands drifting to adjust the hat a little tighter on his head. The long-haired man kept his golden eyes on her as Osheen's expression shifted to nerves. She entered into her explanation which lifted a brow. The doctor knowing did not necessarily mean the students were required to know... right? And giving changes? The security guard was not as familiar with the Academy's terms, but change was a peculiar word. It sounded pretentious, as though the only way to better the lives of the less financially affluent was to attend the academy...

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The security guard swore it was not that pretentious... but would become a question for when he returned to the booth. For the time, he found himself more concerned about the medical situation rather than confirming the name of a program.

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"... Even if the students are cut-throat, Osheen, I'm sure you can still inform the doctor... Did your parents not tell him about your medical situation? It could be serious if it happened while swimming, running... anything, you could take a serious injury," the security guard pressed.

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One could argue concerns about a student's medical situation were not his to bear... but he was duty-bound to ensure student safety... A young girl suddenly toppling to the floor, or worse, underwater was worrisome... It sounded as though Osheen should have medical limitations placed upon her schedule until the situation was resolved or at least the teachers should be well-informed.

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The security guard's golden eyes conducted a natural sweep of the area around them. Swift, automatic and without hesitation, as though trained similarly to a dog. Years in law enforcement and a few months of security work brought about automatic compulsions. The thanks returned the guard's eyes to Osheen, prompting a nod and a smile. Observant eyes noticed something... off in the young girl's eyes, but Aramis avoided questioning it... Rather, he assumed it was potentially related to his prodding to speak to the doctor. The playful pushing down of his security cap prompted a sudden, soft 'uh' sound to escape Aramis' lips.

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The young girl peeked under the rim, her childish antics making her laugh. Shortly afterward, the green-haired man readjusted his hat with a smile and a laugh.

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"Well, if the cramps are frequent, it could happen at a worse time, right?" Aramis questioned, hoping it would help Osheen understand its importance. "Trust me, I try to be nice. That's how someone should treat others."

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Relief flooded over Aramis' face as Osheen declared she would give it a go. Alongside her, the security guard rose, stretching as the girl cautiously tested the state of her cramped leg. The arm hooked into his surprised Aramis, his gaze forward to the tree before shifting to check the young brunette... Maybe she was still unsteady or worried another cramp would arrive.

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"Alright, let's head out then," Aramis confirmed.

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There was work he needed to finish... The security guard glanced down at the messenger bag at his side... He hoped Rachel could wait a little longer for him to cover the academy grounds with the posters. Somebody needed to find her...

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Quietly, Aramis escorted the young girl toward the medical facilities. He could appreciate the school campus having medical facilities for the students to utilize. There was limited transportation for the Giving Chances students, meaning it would allow them to have somewhere to go when required. It was relieving when they received injuries given their distance from Wisteria City. Quietly, Aramis moved, sparing an occasional glance at Osheen who appeared quite content. Gradually, they crossed by one of the many posters Aramis plastered around the school during the morning hours...

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When Osheen made a peculiar comment. A nervous smile followed by rambling on about how girls went missing all the time... A sinking plunged into Aramis' gut as he moved alongside the brunette. Not suspicion, but rather, a several-ton stone of disappointment over somebody on the outside voicing similar things. It brought his mind to cases featured around the Highway of Tears in Canada's own British Columbia. While the cases showcased Indigenous women and girls, people cruelly said similar. He understood the RCMP did not have endless resources, but some teens needed them.

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"I... I wouldn't make assumptions, Osheen," Aramis responded, his voice taking a grim and dour tone. "As somebody who worked for the RCMP, sure, people may say that... but we can't assume. That's... That's how we end up with girls who... pass away long before they should. I don't know what happened to Rachel, but her parents seem genuine and... I can only imagine what they are going through."

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There was an edge of disappointment to Aramis' tone as guided Osheen into the Learning Commons. The green-haired man grabbed the door, opening it for Osheen. Betraying the benevolence in the action was the grim expression planted on Aramis' face. He was unsure what else to say given the situation... Somebody genuinely believed the teenage girl was a runaway... and even if she was... they still needed to find her. Runaways were children in vulnerable situations and who were at risk. They were still in danger regardless and needed help to sort out the situation.