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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Grace.E on December 16, 2010, 01:03:18 AM
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Erin typed away on her laptop, writing up the report for the chief about two thugs that were on the run for beating a man senseless for his money. easy case because they left obvious clues. within hours they were arrested for murder and theft. she checked the time, 10:43 am. she eased back into her comfortable swivel chair, enjoying that moments relief of tension. she wanted coffee and she didn't have any today. standing up, she brushed off her black dress pants and straightened her white blouse before leaving her small office. her heels clicked on the floor, in the high heels she stood a couple meters higher. she having a overpowering presence, while walking she heard the quick pace of shoes, she looked down as a petite 5" fox walked beside her, she was very pretty with child like eyes. "Erin, is good to see you again!" she had a slight French accent to her tone.
"Joanna?" Erin replied smiling. "what's new?"
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Dmitrii got off the plane and walked into the airport. He took a deep breath being glad to not be with the scoundrals of the common wealth. He had taken a comercial airline instead of his own jet, he wanted to suprise his son at the airport in which he wroked at a souviener shop. He walked through the airport looking a store called Billy's Souviener Shop. He finally found on the northwest side of the terminal. He walked in to find his son at the front cash register. "Мой сын хорошо видеть Вас снова!" (My son it is god to see you again!) His son looked blankley at his father. "What? Your not happy to see your old papa?" "No and in fact I'm appauled you spoke to me in russian!" His son stormed off into the back room. "I'll see you at home!" Dmitrii called someone on his cell phone. "Yes, Adrian come and get me at Gate 310. Yes, I am wearing the black suit. Alright good." He hung up the phone and walked outside waiting for his ride
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max walked into the station with a tray of coffees, he saw Erin and Joanna talking. "morning. thought you could use some caffeine." he said smiling happily. he held out the tray for them to take one of the three coffees. "so what have i missed so far?"
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Erin, seeing coffee took one "god your a saint Max" Joanna shook her head, she disliked coffee " you have it". Erin too a sip "well, just finished that report on the easy murder case..." she shrugged, a couple blue uniformed cops walked past, they sneered at her. she gave them a nasty glare "anyways, I am bored out of my mind...I want something hard to solve!!"
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"don't wish to hard, we might actualy get a hard one." he joked calmly "well i had better get back to work, see you in a bit." he said before walking owards his desk."
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Erin made her way back to her office before the Chief stopped her " Erin, you have a case, get you and Max out their now! its a murder" Erin grinned wildly as she grabbedc her trench coat ads she dashed to Max's desk "we have a case, lets go!!"
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"just as i sat down." he smirked putting his hat back on. "so whats the case?"he asked walking towards the door jugling his keys before holding the door open for Erin.
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"A murder case" they got into the car and drove deep into the heart of the City. once they reached the crime scene, reporters and police crowded the area of an alley beyween two brick buildings, Max and Erin were let through, Erin scrunched her nose. they victim was...cut in half horizontally, the smell of burned flesh was nasty. a man handed her a clip board "Jerry Kingston, 28 years old...found in this dumpster in two pieces...what a nasty way to die" she knelt down beside the body, studying it "it appears that they weapon...burned right through the flesh as the murderer cut him in half, since there is no blood because the heat.."
she stood up "I want the body back at the lab please"
((there is magic in this lol))
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"lucky i never got a chance to eat thismorning....." max said looking into the dumpster. "magic, great that means our guns wont mean much when we find the killer." he sighed looking at Erin.
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((we both don;t know its magic))
"I'm gonna have to look at the body more closely..." two agents covered the body and carried it away, camera flashes lit up the dark alley way "Max, I want you to search through the data base and see if there is anyone who knows or is close to Jerry Kingston and bring them in for questioning please"
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((does that mean we don't get to use magic later?))
"got it boss." he smirked walking back to the car. he checked the database and got the names and addresses of Jerry's remaining family. he gave the sheet of paper to an officer, "go inform the next of kin, here's the addresses." then he got the addresses of anyone else known to be affiliated with the deceased.
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((yes, later but not right now :P))
"okay... I want you to call them ASAP" she looked at the body "you interrogate them , I gotta deal with...the body"
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"oh, hay Erin. remember what i said before we left thismorning? something about not wishing to hard of it might come true......thanks."he smirked again walking back to the car and getting out his keys. he drove of and went to the first name on the list. "Ms Catlen Dyret, i have some bad news........"
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Dmitrii got out of the car, "Thank you Adrian, that is all for now I need to speak with my associate." Adrian nodded and drove off. Dmitrii looked at the highrise in front of him. "Petrov always had to have the best." He laughed walking into the front door. The security walked over to him but he said he was there to see Mr. Petrov. " Sorry sir, please continue." Dmitrii smiled and headed up to the top floor. He walked up to Petrov's door and knocked three times. "Who is it?" "Its Dmitrii you idiot. WHo else would come here at 11:00 in the morning?" He opened the door with a needle in one hand. "Oh so your back on the X7? Great drug huh?" He laughed sitting down. Petrov closed the door and sat acroosed from Dmitrii. "So how's our little mole? Did you take care of Mr. Kingston?" "Yah the police will never know it was us." Dmitrii stood up and looked out the window. "Excellent."
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Erin went to the lab, the hyena man morgue was delighted to see a dead guy...freaky much? "hey Harry, got a new friend for you" Harry eharly open the body bag, he whistled "well this..is VERY cool"
Erin rolled her eyes as she removed her jacket. and rolled up and sleeves and put on the rubber gloves, Harry exhaled "well, he certainly has allot of burned flesh"
"I know"
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(( why couldn't i go see the creepy mortician? instead i have to deal with trying to get info out of the crying relations."
the jaguar woman started crying the moment he mentioned her son. she slammed the door as if it would make what he said just go away and turn back time. the door hit max in the face sending him down down a small flight of stairs. "that hurt...." he got up slowly heading his neck crack as he did. he went back up to the door and knocked again. "listen ma'am i need to ask you a few questions.......like do you have an icepack? and some painkillers?"
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Harry examined him more, Erin extracted some samples "well, he was a druggie or something because there is high amounts of diacetylmorphine and Morphine
Harry looked up " you sure know your big words, tell me why you are a detective again?"
"I am also an ex-scientist" she straightened up and looked at Harry "I know my stuff" she called Max "hey...ask who ever you are with if they know if Jerry Kingston was a druggie?"
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"she won't open the door. to her I'm now the worst person in the universe, i don't really think asking her if she knew her son was a druggie would really be a Good idea" he heard the sobbing turn into hysterical on the other side of the door. "oops, she heard me..."
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Erin rolled her eyes "oh dear, do I need to come over there?"
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"feel free, shes already slammed a door on me once." he sat down on the stairs and waited till the sobbing stopped before trying the door again.
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she left Harry behind, she found the address and left, finding the apartment build, luckily he was on the first floor. "hey Max" she knocked on the Door. "Ma'am its the police, open up"
The Woman opened the door, tear streaked... "what is it now?!" she snapped
"My name is Agent Savage and this is Agent Shadow, we need to talk to you about Jerry Kingston...I would appreciate it if you did not hurt my partner again"
the jaguar woman clear passage way, Erin stepped through the door, the look in the older womans eyes was grief, anger. Erin ignored as she stepped into the living room "sit down" she asked
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the woman shut the door before max could enter so he just left to go to the next location. he looked at the list, "OK lets try the brother." he got in his car and started to drive away.
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'Nimble' was hired by Mr. Petrov to dispose of the last evidences of Mr. Kingston. The only problem was that police were searching the premises, and there were some exposing documents left in Mr. Kingston's room about Mr. Petrovs business, ones that needed to be destroyed. "Nimble' decided to try a different approach and pretended to be apart of the crew analyzing the scene of the crime.
Luckily he was let in, and made his way to the dead man's room.
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"Mrs. Kingston, please tell me a bit about your son before the time of his death?"
Mrs. Kingston sniffled, she glared at me "I don't like your partner" she growled. Erin's eye twitched "I can see that, but we need to stay on topic Ma'am"
she slammed her fist on the coffee table, Erin was half glad that it was wood. " I KNOW NOTHING! ALL JERRY DID WAS LEAVE THIS HOUSE WHEN HE WAS SEVENTEEN!! WE BARELY TALKED AFTER THAT!!"
"calm down!" Erin snapped, Mrs. Kingston cried hysterically. Erin left her, leaving her card with her number. Erin walked back to her car. getting in, her phone buzzed, her sister.
"you should be at school Megan!" Erin growled.
"I am at school! jeeze whats wrong with you?"
Erin shook her head "nothing..."
"okay then... anyways, I want you to pick me up today after school"
"why?"
"because I want to spend time with you...?"
Erin was touched, she smiled, "okay...I will see you later" she hung up. she called Max.
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Max's phone rang as he pulled up at the brothers house, it looked abandoned. "hay Erin, what do you need? i just got to the brothers, place is a dump. looks like no ones home." he said getting out of the car and walking over to the door.
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Halfeb had been following Nimble since the night before. He witnessed the murder. He also knew, with his bosses money behind him, even if he was caught, he wouldn't go away, thanks to lawyers and the courts. He had seen Nimble go in as one of the crew. "Is that how we're playing it, is it?" He said to himself, before sneakily grabbing one of the suits and dressing up like the other CSI that were bagging and tagging evidence. He followed Nimble up to the boys room. He shut the door behind them both. "Hi mate, hows it going?" He asked, trying to act casual, So Nimble didn't run.
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Nimble had his suspicions about the CSI guy following him. Most people aren't "Hey how are you doing" when in the family of a victim who was burned in half, something was up.
"Been better" he responded while sifting through papers on the desk, the documnts he was looking for must have been somewhere. "Maybe there's something here that could give a reason for why Mr. Kingston was murdered. I heard he had a run in with the local drug lords." he offered.
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He smiled under his mask, knowing exactly what happened, then he saw it, the papers Nimble was looking for. He picked them up. He folded them in half and put them in his suit, keeping it out of sight of Nimble. He then cleared his throat, "Well, you sweep this room, bag and tag everything, you know the deal. I'll check the study." He told him before walking out and down to the cars. He made it around the corner before checking the papers. Oh yes, these were the ones he needed. Now, to just get them to the right people...
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Erin's eyes narrowed. "thats odd... his mom told me that she has not spoken to him since he moved out when he was seventeen"
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He smiled under his mask, knowing exactly what happened, then he saw it, the papers Nimble was looking for. He picked them up. He folded them in half and put them in his suit, keeping it out of sight of Nimble. He then cleared his throat, "Well, you sweep this room, bag and tag everything, you know the deal. I'll check the study." He told him before walking out and down to the cars. He made it around the corner before checking the papers. Oh yes, these were the ones he needed. Now, to just get them to the right people...
Nimble knew when the dude left something was amiss. Searching the desk he didn't find the documents he was supposed to find, he immediately knew it was the fake CSI, after all the man was killed in his room with the papers, then disposed of, why would his stuff be in the study. He sprinted down the stairs and out of the building, he saw the man duck around the corner and tackled him and began frisking his pockets.
"Think you can fool Nimble eh? He took the documents he needed and began to sprint off, leaving the troublemaker in the dust, but to be safe he didn't stop moving until he had at least covered 2 blocks.
But in the man's pockets, Nimble had left a cellular phone, which was currently being called by Nimble himself.
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Halfeb didn't give up chase as Nimble must have thought he would. He was just around the corner when Nimble rang him. He pulled out the phone and hit recieve to start the call. He listened to see if Nimble would take flight again or would he try to hide in the allies, or maybe even stand and fight. "Well, Nimble, is it? I'm more then just some guy trying to play you and your boss for fools." He said as he moved quietly, trying not to give away his position, "I'm the guy whose gonna cause you and your boss to either go behind bars, or, go to meet your makers."
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max walked over to the abandoned house and heard movement inside. he knocked on the door and caught it when it started to fall. "police, anybody here?" there was no responce but in stead frantic rustling. he dropped the door and grabbed his gun ready, he started to walk inside when a teenage jaguar jumped threw the window and rolled as he hit the grass. and in a second he was halfway up the street. "why do they always run first." max took aim with his pistol and fired a rubber bullet into the suspects thigh then walked over to the kid. "you ba**ard! you shot me!!" "don't worry its only rubber. now why did you run?"
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Halfeb didn't give up chase as Nimble must have thought he would. He was just around the corner when Nimble rang him. He pulled out the phone and hit recieve to start the call. He listened to see if Nimble would take flight again or would he try to hide in the allies, or maybe even stand and fight. "Well, Nimble, is it? I'm more then just some guy trying to play you and your boss for fools." He said as he moved quietly, trying not to give away his position, "I'm the guy whose gonna cause you and your boss to either go behind bars, or, go to meet your makers."
"You misunderstand the type of business I'm in stranger. I'm a Runner, what the contents of my package are is none of my concern, only it's delivery. But since you seem dead set on seeing me six feet under, I'm working undercover to help track down a business associate of Mr. Petrovs. Unfortunately that means I need to help his 'business'. I was hoping to meet on civil terms. Meet me at the dock warehouses if you want to chat about these papers."
Nimble dropped the phone in a dumpster and ran off, blending in the crowd of citizens going about their business. For all intents and purposes, Nimble was invisible. He took this time to stash the documents in an old strongbox he kept hidden in a nearby restaurant called Chuck's Eatery. Runners had these strongboxes hidden across the city to make sure their packages are safeguarded.
Swiftly pickpocketing a woman, he dialed Petrov's number and went to call.
"Mr. Petrov, there's been a bit of a complication with our arrangement"
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Erin arrived at the scene where Max was, gun out and a frightened looking kid. Erin sighed " you know.." she began
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"yes i know, chase first shot only if i have to. at least i grabbed the one with the rubber rounds this time." max smirked examining the large bruise in the kids lower thigh. "well no brother but i did catch a runner. his names Jackie tomson, he's been using this place as a safehouse for about a year now and has no idea about any former residents. you get anything?"
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"nope, as far as I know, this place has been abandoned for...years" Erin walked next to the kid and knelt down "we need to ask questions about your brother"
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Halfeb chased Nimble till he lost him in the crowd. He looked down at the phone before tossing it in a bin. He walked along thinking about what Nimble had said. Could have been innocent in all this? Undercover, like he said? Or was he thinking Halfeb was going to walk into a trap and gain the reward that was on his head? There was only one way to find out. If he was sinsere, he would get the papers, if it was a trap, Halfeb would be ready for him.