Introduction
Good Morning, it’s time to find a murderer.
Ten people have been murdered by a serial killer in the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The city is calling on members of a special task team located within the city, and it is their job to help catch him before he has the chance to kill again.
The team has had successes in other cities in the past. Since its conception in 2005, they have seen the ending of three major serial killer cases, two kidnappings, and a forgery ring. Now it is happening in their own town. With the lack of evidence and the sporadic selection of the victims, The Couples Killer is evading detection. It is only a matter of time before two more people are found with their necks slashed.
R.P. INFORMATION
~An easy and fun game is my highest priority. I believe in player freedom. This trips over with the CSI/Cop genre RP, since I will be in the position of knowing information over the other players. I will supply all the details about the murder in my ‘event’ posts. Players are welcome to find evidence that is not mentioned by myself or Yesterday, however it must be relevant. (For example: If I post that the a victim fought back, then it is a legitimate find to discover skin cells under the nails.)
~PM me if you are unsure about finding evidence or something otherwise. I would rather you feel secure enough not to worry about it too much. Please inform me of any confusion you have about the story or events happening.
~In the event that a major plot point is going to be revealed, I will post in the OOC announcing that a character can discover it. I’ll drop by and say, “Hey guys! Who wants to find some DNA that I’ve hidden!” Since I can think of nothing more sophisticated, first come, first serve.
~ For the sake of continuity and longevity, I will be applying the rules of the CSI: Vegas universe. This means that DNA can be processed in a day, hair fibers and other clues from the murderer will somehow be the only crap laying around, needed equipment is just laying about the lab, and other ridiculous things like that.[/center]
~ All known evidence will be posted in the OOC board.
CHARACTER CREATION
Your character profile should have all of these things -somewhere- in it.
(Character’s full name. Last, First Middle. IE: Kaltenbach, Benedikt Orson)
Gender:
Age:
Height, Weight:
Eye Color, Hair Color:
Nationality: (Place of Birth, Country. IE: Cleveland, Untied States)
Position on the Team:
Medical Concerns: (Mental and psychical notations, IE: History of depression in early twenties, taken off needed medication at age 24. Broken arm set with metal rods, age 15)
Current Fitness: (IE: Passed psychical exam in 2009, passed above the standard. 10 years of martial arts training from ages 12-22.)
Current Concerns: (Lists of current medication, health problems. IE: Heart medication after bypass surgery, elevated cholesterol levels. Doctor Request made for anger management classes on 7/25/2009.)
Other: (IE: Glasses needed, allergies, anything not covered above.)
Overview: (Include how many years on the force, location of training, positions held. Keep in mind there are no angsty teenagers on this team. This does not have to be fancy.)
Years on the Team: (The team was put together five years ago; however, people have come and gone since then. Anywhere from five years to a month is acceptable.)
Other: (Anything you want to add)
(List below five facts about your character that are relevant. They can be about anything you feel is important; past, talents, etc. Three sentences or more is asked for each.)
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Psychiatric Evaluation: (This takes the place of the ‘personality’ section. This does not have to be a brick; just add anything that isn’t covered above.)
Physical Discription:
THE TEAM
Team Leader:
Chief Investigator James Smith
Years on team: 5
Second in Command:
Investigator Benedikt Orson Kaltenbach
Years on team: 5
Officer/Detectives: (Questioning witnesses, transferring of evidence, etc. The backbone of any criminal case. Works closely with the Investigation Leader.)
Detective Cody Raymond Langford
Years on team: 2 years, 4 months
2)Victoria "Vic' Allison Edwards
Years on team: 1
Forensic Specialist:(This specialist slapped a saddle on science and made it his/her bitch.)
1)Alec Greyson
Years on team: 1.5
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Profiler: (Getting inside the head of a killer.)
SA Jessica Ann Hauser
Years on team: Three Months
Rookie:(GET ME SOME COFFEE, ROOKIE.)
Kiernan Cassidy
Years on the team: 0
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Jessica stood back in the interrogation room, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, letting Smith do his thing. Just looking at the guy, she could tell he probably wasn't good for it. The UNSUB for this case- she would not lower herself to using ridiculous media nicknames- was more intelligent.
No, this guy was more likely to be a fan, maybe one day a possible copycat, but not the UNSUB himself. Unless, of course, his current vacancy was an elaborate act. Her eyes narrowed at the small smile that appeared on his face during his denial. Ah, I see. You like the attention, do you? She contemplated for a moment. Smith appeared to be "on a roll," so to speak, and might be able to get any useful information this man contained eventually. Markle was not endowed with so much fortitude as to resist forever. Then again, it could be that he knew absolutely nothing at all, and this was simply a grand waste of their time.
Well, there was one way to find out. "He's right," she said, looking at Smith, but never directly at the suspect. Jessica had her own brand of the "bad cop" routine, and it was quite complimentary to her boss's. Where he'd intimidate the hell out of anyone, she preferred to deflate their overabundant egos with, cold, blunt dismissal. "There's no way he could have done it. He lacks... well, everything. The skill, the finesse, the-" here she let her eyes slide right over the suspect for the briefest of seconds before looking away again as though bored- "brains." While she hated praising serial killers more than most, it was a necessary and frequent tactic of people in her line of work.
As she turned and headed toward the door, trusting Smith to follow her lead here, she caught the man's expression out of the corner of her eye and smiled inwardly. The cocky smirk had disappeared, and he looked to be fuming.
Three, two, one...
"Wait!" Markle called after them. There we go. The man clearly loved the attention paid to the case- and by bizarre extension, himself- enough to be willing to spill his guts to keep it. Let's see if he knows anything useful after all.
"Go on," she replied flatly, as though uninterested, throwing a glance at Smith for effect. "We're listening... for now."
No, this guy was more likely to be a fan, maybe one day a possible copycat, but not the UNSUB himself. Unless, of course, his current vacancy was an elaborate act. Her eyes narrowed at the small smile that appeared on his face during his denial. Ah, I see. You like the attention, do you? She contemplated for a moment. Smith appeared to be "on a roll," so to speak, and might be able to get any useful information this man contained eventually. Markle was not endowed with so much fortitude as to resist forever. Then again, it could be that he knew absolutely nothing at all, and this was simply a grand waste of their time.
Well, there was one way to find out. "He's right," she said, looking at Smith, but never directly at the suspect. Jessica had her own brand of the "bad cop" routine, and it was quite complimentary to her boss's. Where he'd intimidate the hell out of anyone, she preferred to deflate their overabundant egos with, cold, blunt dismissal. "There's no way he could have done it. He lacks... well, everything. The skill, the finesse, the-" here she let her eyes slide right over the suspect for the briefest of seconds before looking away again as though bored- "brains." While she hated praising serial killers more than most, it was a necessary and frequent tactic of people in her line of work.
As she turned and headed toward the door, trusting Smith to follow her lead here, she caught the man's expression out of the corner of her eye and smiled inwardly. The cocky smirk had disappeared, and he looked to be fuming.
Three, two, one...
"Wait!" Markle called after them. There we go. The man clearly loved the attention paid to the case- and by bizarre extension, himself- enough to be willing to spill his guts to keep it. Let's see if he knows anything useful after all.
"Go on," she replied flatly, as though uninterested, throwing a glance at Smith for effect. "We're listening... for now."
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Ben sat facing the one-way mirror overlooking the interrogation room, yellow note pad in hand, and a glower on his face. As second in command it was only natural that he would, well, come second in functions of the team. James had pulled rank, (and by that, meaning he won a round of rock, paper, scissors), and was now the interrogation room with his teeth filed to a point. Jessica had her claws out, or at least was readying them for a long fight. That was something Ben was admiring at the moment. She had not been with the team very long, but she was already someone Ben did not want to work a case without.
And there sat Ben, a frown similar to that of a teenager forced to sit at the kiddie’s table at Thanksgiving. Still, this was a needed position that had to be filled. Someone needed to stand back and observe without the bias of interaction.
Currently the main body of the team was out in the field, gathering evidence and having fun with the nitty-gritty the job called for. Benedikt’s phone was on and ready, just in case a pressing matter had to be phoned in without interrupted the interrogation.
Ben was composing the Beethoven’s Fifth of suspect notes on this Markle guy. The yellow note pad was filled line by line, with elaborate this-and-that’s with every twitch Markle produced. A (rather good) doodle of Ben shaking a confession out of Markle was included in the corner of his very professional notes.
Benedikt knew that the team was skeptical, and with good reason. Everything they had on their plate was circumstantial evidence. The best nugget of evidence the team had was the knife and the failed escape attempt.
But it was the best thing they had at the moment. If they were to let Markle free, and he killed again, the press would be piranha in the water.
Ben could only hope that it would all end here. But it wasn’t his luck.
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Markle pressed his hands flat on the sheet metal table. Ring of presperation formed halos around his fingers. His right eye had a twitch to it, throwing his creepy killer air into new realms with its subtle presence.
The man looked nervous. The man looked guilty.
“Wait.” He chimed. “I know you think I did this, but y’all are wrong.” He said in a kind of solemn voice, as if he had just hit an animal on the road. All he had now was to argue his way into a corner.
“Yeah, runn’n was stupid. I’m sorry for that. But… it’s just I have stuff…”
His voice trailed, his sleepless eyes bouncing back and forth from Jessica to James, “in my apartment. It won’t look gud, you see?”
Markle rocked backward in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his face. “I just like to see. That is why I am so… interested. "
And there sat Ben, a frown similar to that of a teenager forced to sit at the kiddie’s table at Thanksgiving. Still, this was a needed position that had to be filled. Someone needed to stand back and observe without the bias of interaction.
Currently the main body of the team was out in the field, gathering evidence and having fun with the nitty-gritty the job called for. Benedikt’s phone was on and ready, just in case a pressing matter had to be phoned in without interrupted the interrogation.
Ben was composing the Beethoven’s Fifth of suspect notes on this Markle guy. The yellow note pad was filled line by line, with elaborate this-and-that’s with every twitch Markle produced. A (rather good) doodle of Ben shaking a confession out of Markle was included in the corner of his very professional notes.
Benedikt knew that the team was skeptical, and with good reason. Everything they had on their plate was circumstantial evidence. The best nugget of evidence the team had was the knife and the failed escape attempt.
But it was the best thing they had at the moment. If they were to let Markle free, and he killed again, the press would be piranha in the water.
Ben could only hope that it would all end here. But it wasn’t his luck.
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Markle pressed his hands flat on the sheet metal table. Ring of presperation formed halos around his fingers. His right eye had a twitch to it, throwing his creepy killer air into new realms with its subtle presence.
The man looked nervous. The man looked guilty.
“Wait.” He chimed. “I know you think I did this, but y’all are wrong.” He said in a kind of solemn voice, as if he had just hit an animal on the road. All he had now was to argue his way into a corner.
“Yeah, runn’n was stupid. I’m sorry for that. But… it’s just I have stuff…”
His voice trailed, his sleepless eyes bouncing back and forth from Jessica to James, “in my apartment. It won’t look gud, you see?”
Markle rocked backward in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his face. “I just like to see. That is why I am so… interested. "
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Cody was correct in his assessment. Kiernan hadn't found anything interesting and he certainly not something where the key might fit on. Strolling around the lobby, Cody tried to make sure the rookie hadn't missed something. After a couple of minutes, Cody figured this wasn't the case. Apart from the amount of dead animals and the overall creepiness of the place, there was no real evidence to link Markle to the murders. Except perhaps for the key. Staring at the object, he said to Kiernan, "I better call this in."
Calling Kaltenbach, he informed the second in command of the things they had found. About the fact that the place was full of dead animals, that Markle appeared to be very good at his job and knew his way around a knife, that the man had kept everything ultra-clean and the overall chill factor of the place. "Unfortunately, it's no direct evidence," Cody continued, "The only thing that might be something is a key I found. It was hidden in the freezer, which seems odd enough. It could be just a key from a safe, but I can't find anything with a lock on it. I'll keep looking for it for a while, as it might be hidden. Perhaps you can ask the suspect about it."
After he had informed Kaltenbach, he called Vic & Alec as well, giving them the same information. "You didn't find anything where this key might belong to by any chance?"
Calling Kaltenbach, he informed the second in command of the things they had found. About the fact that the place was full of dead animals, that Markle appeared to be very good at his job and knew his way around a knife, that the man had kept everything ultra-clean and the overall chill factor of the place. "Unfortunately, it's no direct evidence," Cody continued, "The only thing that might be something is a key I found. It was hidden in the freezer, which seems odd enough. It could be just a key from a safe, but I can't find anything with a lock on it. I'll keep looking for it for a while, as it might be hidden. Perhaps you can ask the suspect about it."
After he had informed Kaltenbach, he called Vic & Alec as well, giving them the same information. "You didn't find anything where this key might belong to by any chance?"
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Alec bag and tagged the folder, taking his time to let Vic call it in. Once he was done he made his way outside, Vic was finishing up her call. After she was done, Alec's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the caller ID, Cody. He answered the phone, took a few steps from the door and listened, "Uh, I don't think we did. We searched pretty much everywhere, all we found was a folder with newspaper clippings of the killing in it. Just hold on a second and lemme think." Alec quickly racked his brain for anything the key might belong to, "Sorry man, I can't think of a thing. We where more looking for evidence, didn't think of looking for a key-hole. We can look again and call you back if we find anything, though." He said, "It won't be that much trouble, Vic's already destroyed the place." He added as a bit of an after thought. "But seriously, if you find out what it goes to, give me a call so I won't have to be in there with all those dead animals, okay?" He said as the call was finishing up.
Once he had finished he, reluctantly, stepped back inside and tasked himself with looking around for something, anything the key might fit in. He basically started doing what Victoria had been doing earlier, just searching absolutely every inch of everything.
Once he had finished he, reluctantly, stepped back inside and tasked himself with looking around for something, anything the key might fit in. He basically started doing what Victoria had been doing earlier, just searching absolutely every inch of everything.
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Victoria replaced her blackberry on the clip at her hip. She stole a glance at her watch as Alec finished up his phone conversation with Cody. It was still pretty early in the day. If she figured correctly Ben and James would still be with the suspect. Her and Alec could head back to the station and do even more studying of these case files. A growl in her stomach decided that could wait just a little longer, considering the team practically had the information engraved in their memory banks.
Without waiting for Alec to return, she strode over to the SUV and hopped in, cranking up both the engine and the air conditioning. She tapped out the vibes to a Bob Marley song as she waiting for Alec to finish up whatever he was doing. From what she gathered Cody and Hutch (as she was now referring to the Rookie) had found a key. She had turned Markle's apartment upside down and found nothing that would require unlocking. Perhaps it was to a mail box or deposit box? Those were just shots in the dark.
As Alec was getting into the SUV, she said, "Call Cody back and see if he and Hutch can meet us at Elmo's." Realizing she was barking orders, even if it was in a nonchalant tone, she turned to give him an over the top smile, "Please." Elmo's was a diner down town that the team often ate at. They served just about everything for breakfast and plenty of sandwiches and soups and most importantly to the majority of her team, claimed to have 'Philly's Best Coffee'. She wasn't sure about the rest of the crew, but she herself could go for some French toast right about now. Thinking seemed to come a bit easier with a satisfied belly, as least that is what he Granny always claimed.
Less than half an hour later, she pulled into Elmo's lot and parked around the side. Her and Alec went straight to their normal booth, sliding in across from each other. The diner was filled with the sounds of clashing dishes and scraping forks and a faint melody from a radio in the kitchen. It smelled of coffee and pancakes. The waitress, Ginger, didn't have to take their drink orders, after a few moments she showed up with them and walked away, figuring more would join their party. Her and Alec talked a bit about nothing in particular as they waited for the others to show up.
Without waiting for Alec to return, she strode over to the SUV and hopped in, cranking up both the engine and the air conditioning. She tapped out the vibes to a Bob Marley song as she waiting for Alec to finish up whatever he was doing. From what she gathered Cody and Hutch (as she was now referring to the Rookie) had found a key. She had turned Markle's apartment upside down and found nothing that would require unlocking. Perhaps it was to a mail box or deposit box? Those were just shots in the dark.
As Alec was getting into the SUV, she said, "Call Cody back and see if he and Hutch can meet us at Elmo's." Realizing she was barking orders, even if it was in a nonchalant tone, she turned to give him an over the top smile, "Please." Elmo's was a diner down town that the team often ate at. They served just about everything for breakfast and plenty of sandwiches and soups and most importantly to the majority of her team, claimed to have 'Philly's Best Coffee'. She wasn't sure about the rest of the crew, but she herself could go for some French toast right about now. Thinking seemed to come a bit easier with a satisfied belly, as least that is what he Granny always claimed.
Less than half an hour later, she pulled into Elmo's lot and parked around the side. Her and Alec went straight to their normal booth, sliding in across from each other. The diner was filled with the sounds of clashing dishes and scraping forks and a faint melody from a radio in the kitchen. It smelled of coffee and pancakes. The waitress, Ginger, didn't have to take their drink orders, after a few moments she showed up with them and walked away, figuring more would join their party. Her and Alec talked a bit about nothing in particular as they waited for the others to show up.
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Alec sighed once he realized that he wasn't going to find anything, he walked back out of the apartment arms crossed and scowling slightly. He looked up and saw that Victoria was back in her car, he shook his head, walked around to the side, and hopped on in. He nodded at Vic, even though she was pretty much barking orders, and laughed at her smile, saying, "Vic, you know I love you, but that smile makes you look a little crazy." He said, all sincerity in his voice. But none-the-less, once he got himself buckled in, his phone was out of his pocket and dialing Cody.
He hummed a tune under his breath as he waited for Cody to answer, once he did Alec didn't even bother to say hello, "Sorry, didn't find anything the second time around either. So listen, Vic and I are goin' over to Elmo's and she thinks you and... The rookie should come along." He waited a moment for Cody's response before saying his goodbye and tucking his phone away. He wondered just why Victoria had called the rookie Hutch, or he had guessed that she meant the rookie because Cody was working with him, he hoped he was right.
Once they got there, Alec smiled, he was starting to get hungry, turning over a suspect's house does that to you. He also noted that coffee sounded really, really, good at the time. Once they seated themselves in the booth, Alec leaned his head against the seat for a moment, listening to the sounds of the diner, taking in the familiar and pleasant smell as well. He shook his head and sat up straight as Ginger brought their drinks, he grinned and told her 'Thank you.' As she walked away. He was glad to have some coffee and started drinking it almost immediately.
He hummed a tune under his breath as he waited for Cody to answer, once he did Alec didn't even bother to say hello, "Sorry, didn't find anything the second time around either. So listen, Vic and I are goin' over to Elmo's and she thinks you and... The rookie should come along." He waited a moment for Cody's response before saying his goodbye and tucking his phone away. He wondered just why Victoria had called the rookie Hutch, or he had guessed that she meant the rookie because Cody was working with him, he hoped he was right.
Once they got there, Alec smiled, he was starting to get hungry, turning over a suspect's house does that to you. He also noted that coffee sounded really, really, good at the time. Once they seated themselves in the booth, Alec leaned his head against the seat for a moment, listening to the sounds of the diner, taking in the familiar and pleasant smell as well. He shook his head and sat up straight as Ginger brought their drinks, he grinned and told her 'Thank you.' As she walked away. He was glad to have some coffee and started drinking it almost immediately.
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Cody had accepted Alec's offer since there wasn't much to do any more at 'Raymond Taxidermy of Philadelphia'. After he had locked the place up, he and the rookie took the car to Elmo's. Once they arrived there, he opened the door of the car and said one word to the rookie, "Elmo's". It didn't explain much, but Cody wasn't in the mood to do some explaining. He was frustrated by the fact that he couldn't figure out where the key belonged to.
Entering the diner, his spirits were a bit lifted by the view of Ginger pouring in some coffee. After years of coming to this place, Ginger knew him and the rest of the team quite well and had an uncanny ability to know exactly what everyone wanted. They often joked how she was more a part of the team then some of the rookies did. He gave her an approving nod for the coffee as she indicated she would bring it to him in a moment. He approached their usual booth and slid in next to Victoria.
"So guys, what do you say. Is this man less or more creepy then the woman with the doll houses?" As he said it, Ginger brought him the coffee and then looked over at Kiernan. She appeared to be studying him for a while, probably considering what kind of things he would like. "So, I've see you've guys got a new one," she finally said. "He's kinda cute," she continued in her usual flirty but matter-of-fact demeanour. "Be nice to him, okay?" She gave the rookie a smile. "So, what would you like to order?"
Entering the diner, his spirits were a bit lifted by the view of Ginger pouring in some coffee. After years of coming to this place, Ginger knew him and the rest of the team quite well and had an uncanny ability to know exactly what everyone wanted. They often joked how she was more a part of the team then some of the rookies did. He gave her an approving nod for the coffee as she indicated she would bring it to him in a moment. He approached their usual booth and slid in next to Victoria.
"So guys, what do you say. Is this man less or more creepy then the woman with the doll houses?" As he said it, Ginger brought him the coffee and then looked over at Kiernan. She appeared to be studying him for a while, probably considering what kind of things he would like. "So, I've see you've guys got a new one," she finally said. "He's kinda cute," she continued in her usual flirty but matter-of-fact demeanour. "Be nice to him, okay?" She gave the rookie a smile. "So, what would you like to order?"
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Just likes to see? The guy was a pervert, and James's disgust and annoyance at the dead end cracked through his interrogation mask. It wasn't a huge change, but it was enough that Markle scooted back in his chair a little.
He had hoped the guy would prove to be their killer. It would have made the case easy, and he would have had a good night's sleep knowing there wouldn't be another killing. But that would have required the world to not conspire to ruin his sleep for a night.
At least they could keep Markle on the whole running deal. It would keep the guy off the streets for a while. And maybe keep him from commiting his own killings for a while longer. After all, even if he hadn't done the ones that they were working, James was sure he would do something sooner or later.
He didn't bother speaking as he picked the file folder up off the table and left, trusting Jessica to follow suit.
“We'll hold him on the running charge. Keep him off the streets a while.”
He informed Kaltenbach.
“Think they found enough to keep him on a watch list?”
He had hoped the guy would prove to be their killer. It would have made the case easy, and he would have had a good night's sleep knowing there wouldn't be another killing. But that would have required the world to not conspire to ruin his sleep for a night.
At least they could keep Markle on the whole running deal. It would keep the guy off the streets for a while. And maybe keep him from commiting his own killings for a while longer. After all, even if he hadn't done the ones that they were working, James was sure he would do something sooner or later.
He didn't bother speaking as he picked the file folder up off the table and left, trusting Jessica to follow suit.
“We'll hold him on the running charge. Keep him off the streets a while.”
He informed Kaltenbach.
“Think they found enough to keep him on a watch list?”
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Victoria laughed as Ginger blatantly flirted with the rookie and teased, "Hey! Why didn't I get so much affection when I was rookie?" Smiling she took a drink of her sweet tea, which she always noted was never as good as 'real southern' tea. Focusing back on Cody's earlier statement, she nodded her head in agreement, "Moor creepy for sure." She munched on a peice of ice before continueing, "I pegged him as creepy supreme as soon as I saw that sixth finger."
She laughed, wiggling her fingers toward Cody and raising her eyebrows, "However. A sixth finger might come in handy on occasion." Giggling at her own lame play on words, she returned one hand back to her tea glass. "Oh!" With more seriousness, she added, "And I will NEVER look at a squirrel the same way again..." Now frowning, "Or a dog, or a cat... or most animals in general."
Laughing again, she looked around the table. It had been the first time in a while three of them had hung out and the first time out with the rookie. She grinned, hoping the three wouldn't be too much of a bad influence on him. "So, Hutch, what do you think of the team?"
With her free hand she was typing a text to James' phone, BREAKING FOR LUNCH WITH THE BOYS. She didn't need to elaborate, James would know where they were. She was hoping that James would actually receive the text, as he more often than not had issues with his electronic abilities.
She laughed, wiggling her fingers toward Cody and raising her eyebrows, "However. A sixth finger might come in handy on occasion." Giggling at her own lame play on words, she returned one hand back to her tea glass. "Oh!" With more seriousness, she added, "And I will NEVER look at a squirrel the same way again..." Now frowning, "Or a dog, or a cat... or most animals in general."
Laughing again, she looked around the table. It had been the first time in a while three of them had hung out and the first time out with the rookie. She grinned, hoping the three wouldn't be too much of a bad influence on him. "So, Hutch, what do you think of the team?"
With her free hand she was typing a text to James' phone, BREAKING FOR LUNCH WITH THE BOYS. She didn't need to elaborate, James would know where they were. She was hoping that James would actually receive the text, as he more often than not had issues with his electronic abilities.
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Alec shook his head at Ginger and leaned over the table slightly, “Oh no you don’t! Sorry girlfriend, but I saw him first.” He teased, doing the whole head thing and everything. He was in a pretty good mood. He then leaned back and shook his head, “Cody, this guy is on a whole other level of creepy from dollhouse-lady.” He said, “And she was creepy, big time." Thinking back, he had thought she was the creepiest suspect he would ever deal with. Well, at least he didn't have Ben breathing down his neck the entire search this time.
He leaned forward, elbows on the table and everything, ignoring all the rules and proper table manners, and took a drink of his coffee, grinning the whole time. “I’m just glad to be out of his house, what about you Vic?” He asked, the relief was evident on his face. "Did he have to be such a creep? I mean, sure I get it, you're proud of your job. But why the cat, that was weird."
He shook his head at Vic, why was she calling him that? He really hoped that the rookie would turn out to be a good cop, bad cops would most defiantly be blamed on Victoria’s influence.
((OOC: Couldn't resist...))
He leaned forward, elbows on the table and everything, ignoring all the rules and proper table manners, and took a drink of his coffee, grinning the whole time. “I’m just glad to be out of his house, what about you Vic?” He asked, the relief was evident on his face. "Did he have to be such a creep? I mean, sure I get it, you're proud of your job. But why the cat, that was weird."
He shook his head at Vic, why was she calling him that? He really hoped that the rookie would turn out to be a good cop, bad cops would most defiantly be blamed on Victoria’s influence.
((OOC: Couldn't resist...))
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Jessica stalked out of the room after Smith, inwardly fuming. Of all the colossal wastes of time- she cut the thought off intentionally and forced her tensed muscles to relax. This was the sort of thing that brought on killer migraines, and she did not need to be dealing with one of those at present. Glancing at the clock, she realized that the tow of them had been in there longer than she thought, and her shift was well and truly over for the day.
After saying the perfunctory goodbyes to her supervisors, Jessica considered her blazer for a moment before draping it over her arm and heading downstairs to her locker. Dialing in the combination, she reached in and removed a black leather jacket. Right now, she needed to drive, and fast, but she was not without some regard for her safety, and the tougher material would do her much better than her suit coat.
Not five minutes later, she was out in the parking garage, and a rare smile crossed her face as she spotted her beloved red Kawasaki Ninja. Fastening on the visored helmet (in matching red, of course), she slung her leg over the bike and tore out of the garage faster than was strictly legal. The highway was a pleasant feeling, and she would have been fine going until dark save the fact that she was only just realizing she was painfully hungry. Not in the mood to cook, Jessica decided it might be best to eat out that evening, and remembered that there was small diner with surprisingly good food not too far from here. Elmo's, that was it.
With a slight twinge of regret, she exited the freeway and pulled up to the diner. Hang on... Unless she was very much mistaken, those people in the window were the rest of the team. Shrugging to herself, she left the helmet on the bike and swung open the cheerfully-painted door with the little bell on it. Deciding that it would probably be best to socialize with the team and maybe get to know the rookie (or profile him, whichever was faster), she nodded to Ginger and headed over to the group.
"Mind if I join?" she asked, with a passing feeling of awkwardness. She wasn't on unfriendly terms with any of them, but socializing was most certainly not her forte. She slid into the large booth next to Cody and Victoria, and Ginger was quick to bring her black tea. The brands you could get in American restaurants generally weren't that good, and Jessica would have preferred green tea anyway, but it was better than coffee. The only thing coffee had going for it was the smell.
Taking a sip of the hot liquid, she glanced at the others. "So... find anything useful?"
After saying the perfunctory goodbyes to her supervisors, Jessica considered her blazer for a moment before draping it over her arm and heading downstairs to her locker. Dialing in the combination, she reached in and removed a black leather jacket. Right now, she needed to drive, and fast, but she was not without some regard for her safety, and the tougher material would do her much better than her suit coat.
Not five minutes later, she was out in the parking garage, and a rare smile crossed her face as she spotted her beloved red Kawasaki Ninja. Fastening on the visored helmet (in matching red, of course), she slung her leg over the bike and tore out of the garage faster than was strictly legal. The highway was a pleasant feeling, and she would have been fine going until dark save the fact that she was only just realizing she was painfully hungry. Not in the mood to cook, Jessica decided it might be best to eat out that evening, and remembered that there was small diner with surprisingly good food not too far from here. Elmo's, that was it.
With a slight twinge of regret, she exited the freeway and pulled up to the diner. Hang on... Unless she was very much mistaken, those people in the window were the rest of the team. Shrugging to herself, she left the helmet on the bike and swung open the cheerfully-painted door with the little bell on it. Deciding that it would probably be best to socialize with the team and maybe get to know the rookie (or profile him, whichever was faster), she nodded to Ginger and headed over to the group.
"Mind if I join?" she asked, with a passing feeling of awkwardness. She wasn't on unfriendly terms with any of them, but socializing was most certainly not her forte. She slid into the large booth next to Cody and Victoria, and Ginger was quick to bring her black tea. The brands you could get in American restaurants generally weren't that good, and Jessica would have preferred green tea anyway, but it was better than coffee. The only thing coffee had going for it was the smell.
Taking a sip of the hot liquid, she glanced at the others. "So... find anything useful?"
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Victoria grinned as Alec teased Ginger and the rookie. Shaking her head, she agreed and laughed at Alec's spoken reaction of Markle's apartment. "Creepy as he is, I definitely think he is not our guy." She smiled as she took another drink of sweet tea, "But at least I know where I'm doing my Christmas shopping for all of you."
Waiting for the rookie's response to her earlier questions, she glanced up and spotted Jessica approaching the group. She offered a small smile. The two girls on the team really haven't attempted be become 'girl-friends' just yet. Victoria couldn't help but be a little territorial over the guys. It was a girl thing, she supposed. Something she reckoned she would have to get over sooner than later. Jessica was valuable to the team it didn't look like she would be going anywhere for a while.
"Hey Jessica. So, how did it go with the interrogation?", she asked the woman as she slide in beside of Cody and Vic. A vision of Ben holding Markle by the collar across the interrogation table flashed across her mind. Complete with flared nostrils and pulsing vein protruding from his forehead with Markle shaking and clearly scared shitless. "Did you guys get anything out of him?"
Almost at the exact same time as her question, Jessica asked what they found. "We," she jerked her head across the table at Alec, "found a binder with some newspaper clippings. Enough to prove he's a freakish fan, but nothing solid to peg him as the murderer." She figured Cody or Hutch would give their own findings.
Waiting for the rookie's response to her earlier questions, she glanced up and spotted Jessica approaching the group. She offered a small smile. The two girls on the team really haven't attempted be become 'girl-friends' just yet. Victoria couldn't help but be a little territorial over the guys. It was a girl thing, she supposed. Something she reckoned she would have to get over sooner than later. Jessica was valuable to the team it didn't look like she would be going anywhere for a while.
"Hey Jessica. So, how did it go with the interrogation?", she asked the woman as she slide in beside of Cody and Vic. A vision of Ben holding Markle by the collar across the interrogation table flashed across her mind. Complete with flared nostrils and pulsing vein protruding from his forehead with Markle shaking and clearly scared shitless. "Did you guys get anything out of him?"
Almost at the exact same time as her question, Jessica asked what they found. "We," she jerked her head across the table at Alec, "found a binder with some newspaper clippings. Enough to prove he's a freakish fan, but nothing solid to peg him as the murderer." She figured Cody or Hutch would give their own findings.
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Jessica glanced down the table at Vic and nodded slowly. "Sounds about like what Smith and I managed to get out of him. There's no way he's our guy, though I'm not discounting the possibility that he will be one day." Slender fingers tightened almost unconsciously about the teacup, and an inscrutable expression passed over her face, only to be swiftly schooled back to neutrality.
There was something of a lull in conversation, and Jessica took the time to study her teammates. It was pretty clear in the small things they did that they were disappointed with the day's work, and she could hardly blame them. Whatever else she may have thought of the group individually (and she was slow to form lasting opinions on those she worked closely with, a lesson she had learned well about a year ago) she knew that overall, they were a dedicated, hardworking bunch, though about half of them had a proclivity for tardiness that she could not say she approved of.
So it was only natural that the lack of any good leads, anything to propel the case forward, was going to be disheartening. She was pretty sure this was where someone was supposed to say something motivational or stirring, but it certainly was not going to be Jessica. She'd leave that to someone with better people skills, or maybe just Ben, who she was sure could manage something simultaneously cranky and proverbially fire-lighting or something of that nature.
For the moment, though, she contented herself with simply listening, both to her teammates and the general buzz of conversation in the diner. Societal convention would probably frown upon this sort of behavior, but Jessica had never bothered too much with such things. She was going to speak when she felt like it, and listen to whatever happened to be going on in her immediate area, invited or otherwise. Doing so made her good at what she did, and she'd be damned if she was giving that up for the sake of someone else's sense of propriety.
See, Jess, this is why you don't have friends, she mused internally, then immediately dismissed the thought as irrelevant. One of the others was bound to mention something case-related soon, and she had no desire to be zoning out when that happened.
There was something of a lull in conversation, and Jessica took the time to study her teammates. It was pretty clear in the small things they did that they were disappointed with the day's work, and she could hardly blame them. Whatever else she may have thought of the group individually (and she was slow to form lasting opinions on those she worked closely with, a lesson she had learned well about a year ago) she knew that overall, they were a dedicated, hardworking bunch, though about half of them had a proclivity for tardiness that she could not say she approved of.
So it was only natural that the lack of any good leads, anything to propel the case forward, was going to be disheartening. She was pretty sure this was where someone was supposed to say something motivational or stirring, but it certainly was not going to be Jessica. She'd leave that to someone with better people skills, or maybe just Ben, who she was sure could manage something simultaneously cranky and proverbially fire-lighting or something of that nature.
For the moment, though, she contented herself with simply listening, both to her teammates and the general buzz of conversation in the diner. Societal convention would probably frown upon this sort of behavior, but Jessica had never bothered too much with such things. She was going to speak when she felt like it, and listen to whatever happened to be going on in her immediate area, invited or otherwise. Doing so made her good at what she did, and she'd be damned if she was giving that up for the sake of someone else's sense of propriety.
See, Jess, this is why you don't have friends, she mused internally, then immediately dismissed the thought as irrelevant. One of the others was bound to mention something case-related soon, and she had no desire to be zoning out when that happened.
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Bendikt honestly hated that acidic, biting feeling that rolled around in his stomach whenever a lead proved false. He knew that Markle was a dud, but what other option did he have?
Ben was withdrawn, but was able to answer James when his boss addressed him.
“Yeah,” He hummed in a deep, throaty manner, “he hold him until someone sees though our cheap excuse.”
Truthfully, the fact that Markle ran was what pissed Ben off more than anything. He wanted so badly for Markle to start crying and to confess everything.
But it was never that easy. And it certainly would not be with the Couples Killer.
Ben scrubbed his face with is hands and took in a deep breath. His outward appearance mirrored his inner dismay. Since the murders happen in clusters, he has stay up to drive around to street to monitor for activity. In his opinion there were no off-duty policemen.
Though this made him look like he was tossed out of a moving car.
Ben flashed a glance at his phone to see if there was anymore updates being piped in.
“Hey James, the whole gang is getting bite to eat. I think a little Philly cheese steak would do me good. You drive, my truck is about to rust out completely.”
Ben was withdrawn, but was able to answer James when his boss addressed him.
“Yeah,” He hummed in a deep, throaty manner, “he hold him until someone sees though our cheap excuse.”
Truthfully, the fact that Markle ran was what pissed Ben off more than anything. He wanted so badly for Markle to start crying and to confess everything.
But it was never that easy. And it certainly would not be with the Couples Killer.
Ben scrubbed his face with is hands and took in a deep breath. His outward appearance mirrored his inner dismay. Since the murders happen in clusters, he has stay up to drive around to street to monitor for activity. In his opinion there were no off-duty policemen.
Though this made him look like he was tossed out of a moving car.
Ben flashed a glance at his phone to see if there was anymore updates being piped in.
“Hey James, the whole gang is getting bite to eat. I think a little Philly cheese steak would do me good. You drive, my truck is about to rust out completely.”
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Alec rolled his eyes at Victoria, "If you get me one of those...Things, I...I'll." He shrugged, "I guess I'll save it and give it back to you sometime. Then we will engage in a never-ending cycle of gift-giving." He shook his head, "But seriously, get me one of those damn things and you'll regret it." He nodded silently to himself at that statement.
Alec smiled at nodded at Jessica, acknowledging her presence as she slid into the booth. He listened to women as they talked about the 'findings' of the team. He shook his head and sighed, "Man, guy's so creepy that I wouldn't be surprised if he was our guy someday." He frowned and took another drink of his coffee, crossing his arms and leaning back against his seat after he did so. He looked out the window and scowled, wishing he could dig up something useful in the evidence they had. He didn't doubt that he could, it was all a matter of time. Time and knowing what to look for, both of which where scarce.
He scratched his head and looked back at the group, offering half a small smile and sighing softly. This job was going to make him lose all his hair before long.
Alec smiled at nodded at Jessica, acknowledging her presence as she slid into the booth. He listened to women as they talked about the 'findings' of the team. He shook his head and sighed, "Man, guy's so creepy that I wouldn't be surprised if he was our guy someday." He frowned and took another drink of his coffee, crossing his arms and leaning back against his seat after he did so. He looked out the window and scowled, wishing he could dig up something useful in the evidence they had. He didn't doubt that he could, it was all a matter of time. Time and knowing what to look for, both of which where scarce.
He scratched his head and looked back at the group, offering half a small smile and sighing softly. This job was going to make him lose all his hair before long.
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Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
Ya I loved this thing and I was sad that I wasn't able too post for awhile :(
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
I'll have to see if Kiku would be interested. She's in another RP that i'm in. Hopefully we can get this rolling again!
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
No one got a great chance but when we get back I'll call an open season :D
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
I have two papers to write and a test to study for, so i will be unable to post until sunday at the earliest. just thought I would give you lot a heads up.
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
Okay, I posted. Sorry for the lateness, shortness, and general crappy-ness of my post. I am suffering from 'school's in and I'm tired and stressed out' syndrome. Though that's no excuse, or at least, it's not a good one.
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
@Kiku: Thanks for the concern ^^.
@everyone: I'll post tommorow, late. Just so you know. So you might want to get all your talking about your bosses done before Me and english show up. :D
@everyone: I'll post tommorow, late. Just so you know. So you might want to get all your talking about your bosses done before Me and english show up. :D
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
Crikey, Yesterday! Go to bed! Sleep! Get better and such, I mean seriously. There's no need to worry about posting if that's the reason you're not doing it. Sheesh...
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
Hey guys. I am sick with strep and a cold and the flu. All at the same bloody time. So I don't know if I will be posting for the next couple of days.
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
The good news is that I am back! Sorry everyone! I had a WEEK, let me tell ya!
The better the news is that I have finished my 6,7, and 8th chapters done of my real novel done while I was away!
That's it! There is no bad news!
The better the news is that I have finished my 6,7, and 8th chapters done of my real novel done while I was away!
That's it! There is no bad news!
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
Posted! Look alive people, look alive! We have a killer to catch! X3
Re: [OOC] The Philadelphia Murders
Well, I sent him a pm a few days ago myself. So, I figure, maybe two more days if he doesn't log on at all. If he logs on and doesn't reply, then less.
Now I have to go bug English :/
Now I have to go bug English :/