Introduction
Backround
Triumph City. Just another average city on the East Coast flourishing from recent economic growth. Which is well, because the city is trying to forget a dark chapter in the city's history. Just two years ago, a vicious serial killer had been terrorizing the city. The spree only lasted four months, the murderer moving fast, killing over 15 people within the short time period. Marcus Brown, nicknamed "The Handprint Killer", had been captured after a two week-long manhunt. There were 18 confirmed murders, and several more unconfirmed. Every victim was killed with a knife of some kind and a bloody handprint left above each victim. Because of the evidence left at the scene, discovering the killer's identity wasn't a problem. The problem was that tracking down the killer. He moved around constantly, leaving nothing but bodies in his wake. Eventually, The Handprint Killer was pinned down in a warehouse in South Triumph. During an intense shootout, the Killer was struck twice. Miraculously, he survived. After a lengthy trial, he was sentenced to 10 consecutive life sentences.
Triumph City
Triumph City is a (fictional) city in eastern Maine. Relatively new, Triumph's main source of income is fishing and shipping. The southern half of the city is warehouses and docks, and has a very industrial feel. The main portion of the north half is more of an upscale city, complete with skyscrapers, malls, and parks. The northern "crust" of the city is mostly neighborhoods. To the top left of the city is a prison which houses a long variety of prisoners. During the fall, it isn't unusual for heavy fog to roll in over the city of week at a time.
The Story
Two years after the capture of The Handprint Killer, Triumph City is finally back into it's normal rhythm. The city is blanketed in a heavy seasonal fog. One late night, a prison transport truck moves through the city, followed by three police cruisers following a half mile behind. The vehicles heading for Maine State Prison, a supermax prison in southern Maine. On board are four guards, and a prisoner who was involved in the fatal stabbing of two guards. The prisoner is the infamous Handprint Killer. As the van moves into the industrial sector of the city, it is involved in a catastrophic crash. When the Squad cars arrived, the four guards were dead and there was no trace of the prisoner save for an empty set of restraints. The police immediately called it in, and the city quickly locked down.
The plot to this role play is the hunt for Marcus Brown, The Handprint Killer, while Marcus tries to escape the city. A game of cat and mouse with multiple parties involved from all round the city.
Characters
For this roleplay, there are only one required character: The detective who is put in charge of chasing Marcus Brown.
So someone will be the lead detective, and I will play the part of Marcus Brown, the Handprint Killer. Everyone else is free to be what they want. A cop, one of the original victim's relatives, a common criminal, or maybe even a survivor of one of the original attacks (Only gonna be one of these, if any). Feel free to be anyone you want. Only conditions is that you somehow get involved with the story, whether you cross paths with the killer, you are related to a cop, or perhaps you have history with the killer and try to help him, or something to that effect.
Also, I just want to say this here: Your character can die. This won't be likely, and I'd pm you if your character ever got into a situation like that. And I promise not to kill characters left and right, because that'd be fun for nobody.
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Feel free to get as in-depth as you'd like, as long as you cover the basics.
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The bus rumbled as it made it's way down the fog-laden streets of Triumph City. It was close to midnight, and the streets were empty. The fog was thick, limiting view to only ten or so feet. Parked cars, street lamps, and buildings emerged from the fog, like ships gliding along a silent ocean, before slipping into the darkness behind. The bus moved along the streets, an escort following a few blocks behind. The driver looked into the rear view mirror and swallowed hard. At the back of the bus sat one Marcus Brown, AKA the Handprint Killer. His head was bowed, his eyes closed. He was shackled and chained to the floor, but that didn't provide much comfort. The driver turned his eyes back to the road, only to see an old man walking across the road, a mere few feet in front of the bus. The driver slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel.
His eyes opened, and Marcus realized the floor was above him. His body ached and he his leg was slicked with blood. His blood, judging from the pain coming from his left thigh. He looked down towards his feet. There was a gash on his thigh, but it didn't seem to deep. More importantly, he realized that the chains of his leg cuffs were snapped, leaving just the two cuffs ratcheted to his ankles, independent of each other. He switched his view to the front of the bus. Two of the guards were also lying on the ceiling, obviously worse for wear. Marcus slid to his feet an stood up. He walked towards the two guards, his leg reminding him of it's wound with every step.
The two guards were dead, killed from the wreck. Working as fast as his cuffed hands would allow, Marcus searched the bodies. The guards weren't carrying guns, which turned out to be a smart move on their part. However, Marcus did find a set of keys. He quickly freed his wrists and his ankles and walked towards the front of the bus. He climbed out the shattered front windshield and into the freedom of the night. There was glass everywhere, as well as the bodies of the two other guards and a third man. Sirens were fast approaching, and Marcus was beginning to faintly see red and blue lights through the fog. There was an alley to his right, and Marcus decided that it was his ticket to freedom. He ran down the alley, away from the wreck and into the night.
The sound of his ringing and buzzing cell phone woke Steve up. Two years had gone by since he had put the hand print killer behind bars but he was still having dreams of the case.The clock read 5 a.m He answered his phone with a raspy tired voice, "Hello?"
"Steve, it's chief Matthews" He could tell it was her by her voice but this time something was different, her voice was shaky. "It's about the Hand print Killer........He broke out of custody a few hours ago.......Hes in the City somewhere." Steve was now sitting up in his bed wide awake. He couldn't believe it. "Ill be at the station in a few." He said quickly then after hanging up He quickly took a shower and got dressed. Racing down to the station he noticed the heavy fog made driving very difficult and finding a killer even more difficult. After finally arriving at the station he put his coat down in his office and went out to listen to the chief give details on the case. "Im putting Officer McCoy on the case because hes had previous experience dealing with this psycho. All of the other cops and detectives listening looked too him.
10...9...8...7...6...Got it!
Robin grinned triumphantly as she managed to disable the alarm system in the Epstein house. They were friends of her mother that had come over at Christmas, real cheery people. Robin rolled her eyes as she walked further into the house, You'd think they'd have better security. She was quickly running around the house silent as a mouse and taking the important looking stuff, you know, the stuff behind glass or stuff in a box. Everything in the house seemed to be screaming 'Take me! Take me!' What kind of person would Robin be if she didn't fulfill their requests? Soon she was running out the door with her bag of goodies, not even bothering to close the door. There was a thick blanket of fog outside and Robin smiled, "Perfect get away."
She walked along alleyways and backstreets on the way back to her apartment. She was used to the fog, it came all the time in Triumph City, but for some reason she kept looking behind her back. She couldn't help but feel that something was...off, but she shook it off and kept walking. Your just being paranoid. You know that nothing exciting happens in Triumph City. Robin rolled her eyes at just how true the statement was and continued her walk home. She couldn't help that the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end and that she got the strange feeling that someone was watching her.
When Robin finally got home she quickly unlocked the door and threw the bag of stolen goodies in a closet, she was way to tired to go threw it tonight. Robin didn't even bother walking to her room, she just grabbed a blanket that seemed soft enough and flopped down on the ripped up coach in her living room. Right before she fell asleep Robin remembered she hadn't locked her door. Sitting up she just stared at the lock, usually Robin wouldn't even bother locking it, but remembering the feeling she had walking home she quickly got up and locked it. What good is locking a door going to do? I pick locks all the time. Still, she couldn't help but feel better now that it was locked, and after that she laid down and fell asleep contently.
Dexter Morrison, was a private detective by day and a lover by night. Yesterday had gone great. Dex wrapped up a case involving a robbed donut shop and made it rain on a new honey he picked up at the bar. Everything was going great until... Briiiiing! The sound of a new text.
Awh great, not now! These are my off hours and they know it! Hm, they do know that, maybe it's important. I'll just take a peek...
"Dex! You're not seriously gonna answer that, are you?" Asked the feisty blonde.
"Goddammit," Dexter whispered under his breath. "Listen babe, this is my work phone. I'm a detective, remember? They're probably desperate for my skill set..." Dex's eyes traced part of the message and stopped when he saw the words 'Handprint Killer.' He had worked a bit on the first case, but his role was majorly downplayed. If this is the real deal, he knew he could score much more recognition and the dough that comes with it. Dex leapt out of bed and started shuffling for his pants.
"You can't be serious!"
"I'm sorry, honey. This is urgent, they need me down at the station now!" Dex finished scrambling to put on his pants and shirt. He turned to the lady, whose name he had honestly forgotten and smirked as the thoughts of working this case danced in his head. "There's some change on the coffee table for a cab. You can freshen up and leave when you like, but if you try to swipe anything I'll bring you with me to the station next time I go down."
Dex cheekily blew her a kiss and darted out the door and on his way to the station.
Upon arriving at the station, Dex saw most of the cops gathered around the Chief, ready to debrief the uniforms on what the hell is going down.
A low beep started up and she slapped the alarm clock with a heavy hand accidentally knocking several pill bottles to the floor. She shot up and looked around the floor. No pills. They were empty bottles. What am I doing?
She got up and headed to the bathroom. She filled a cup of water and counted out the pills she was supposed to take and added enough pills to get herself through the morning and hopefully threw the afternoon. She put them down and left the room.
She changed her clothes and headed for the kitchen to get a quick bite to eat before heading to work. Grabbing a bowl from the cabinet she heard a low buzz coming from her room, she patted her pockets realizing her phone was still plugged in. Putting the bowl down and headed to the room.
Two missed messages.
5 minutes ago : Hurry and get to the station.
1 minute ago: We have an emergency briefing in 30 minutes.
Thirty minutes, Shit. She grabbed her jacket and headed for the station grabbing her meds off of the counter.
The station was in a riot when she walked in the door, something major was going down. Bailey headed to the briefing room and took a seat in the back. Chief Matthews was at the podium.
“Alright, everyone we have a serious problem. Around 7 hours ago a transport unit from Triumph City Correctional lost control on the highway on its way to a high security prison. Almost all the guards were either killed or wounded in the crash and by the time back up arrived and a head count done they found that a one Marcus Brown was not among them.” The room grew all too quiet.
“That’s right, the Handprint Killer.” She looked around the room “I’m putting Detective McCoy as the lead on this because he worked on the original case and has had experience dealing with this psycho.”
She watched as all the other officers looked back to him. He nodded the recognition off and headed to the podium. He looked out to everyone thinking over what he was going to say.
“We all know who this guy is. We need to start putting patrols out immediately in his last known location. For now, a three block radius. We need to get this guy and we need to get him before he kills again. He’s psychaotic, unpredictable. I’ll be hand picking a team to help with tracking him down,” He paused looking at everyone “That’s all, let’s get out there and bring him in.”
The briefing room cleared out fast and the patrols had started. Wanted posters were being prepared. She sat at her desk and watched the clock waiting for it to click when a shadow covered her desk, looking up she seen McCoy standing there a stern look in his eyes.
“I hear you’re good at what you do. I could use someone like you on my task force.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone determined. I read your file. Perfect records in every category plus you were a part of the undercover job a year or two back. With excellent results. And with a high recommendation from the Chief you seem to be a great candidate.”
“Well, with such an important job, who give that up?” A burning sting came up her throat. “Excuse me.”
Bailey quickly walked to the bathroom and stormed into a stall. The burning came up and she was lucky she always wore her hair up. She flushed the toilet and sat on the floor shaking.
Steve made his way over to the slimy private investigator, "Morrison what are you doing here? we had an exterminator a few days ago, they said they got rid of all of the roaches." He had worked with Dexter Morrison before and he did not approve of his methods or intentions. He was only in it for the money and Steve didn't like that one bit.
Dex leaned against a desk and picked up the box of donuts off of it, pawed through it, and then presented it before Steve. "Donut?"
"Very funny, Morrison. Listen, I know the department wants you to be part of this case, but that doesn't mean a slime ball like you can waltz in and treat this place like a circus."
Dex pretended to be uninterested in what Steve had to say and took a bite out of his donut. "Hey, is that Daniels over there? Mmm, I bet she's a hot piece of ass. Is she dating anyone? I don't like having to keep beating out the competition."
"Daniels is a great officer and you will treat her with respect, got it?" Steve asked sternly. "Now remember Detective Crosse? Go wait for her by her office, she should have a copy of the case files for you. And Morrison, this is serious. I need your head in the game or I need you to get out." McCoy picked up a donut and left Dex.
Dexter then proceeded to make his way to Crosse's office, but not without passing some glances at some of the ladies in the station. See, most men would allow the gravity of the situation to keep them from making any sexual advances. Dex saw it as a personal challenge.
He had grown a bit clingy. Trying for more than one date this week, texting to ask her how the day was. It was too much and while the sex hadn’t been terrible there was not enough there for her to connect with. Though it was nothing personal on him, there was never a connection for her. Some of the men she dated liked her but Addy just couldn’t find that thing that would keep her interest, bond her to them to make her really care.
If she was honest with herself there was only thing she ever really cared about, work. Not even work so much as the subject. Addy was called cold and morbid on many occasions. There had been a few potential partners that upon visiting her apartment never called again. She couldn’t help it if there were pictures of murder scenes on the table when she was working on an article. Wasn’t as if she kept them there as a conversation piece. It was work and that was always first.
The glow of her laptop screen was the only light in her small living room as she lounged on the couch. On the screen were old articles on various homicides. Blue eyes scanned the words, looking for what she wasn’t sure but Addy would know it when she read it.
**
She didn’t know when her eyes had closed but Addy nearly jumped out of her skin as her phone buzzed on the table.
“Hello?”
“You are gonna want to get to the scene before the rest do.”
Addy frowned and rubbed at her face. “Come again? What scene?”
“Handprint killer, one Marcus Brown has escaped custody while being transferred.”
She was instantly awake. “No fucking way.”
“Yeah, crash and he slipped away into the night.”
Addy looked at the time. “Where?”
Her editor gave her the details and Addy pulled on her coat. Shoes on and keys in hand she was locking her door by the time he finished. There was no one stirring in her building. Addy practically ran down the stairs to get to her car.
When she stepped outside she was struck by the fog first and foremost. Addy jogged to her car.
He escaped, this is bad. I wonder who the lead is going to be... The wheels of her mind turned a mile a minute as the car started and she pulled out of the lot.
It hadn’t been long since the crash. The area was a flurry of activity but Addy could tell these were the first responders. Those here to secure the area for the main detectives. There were ambulances there as well. The presence of the coroner didn’t escape her observations either.
Question is did the wreck kill them or did he?
The fog was going to be an advantage for her as she began slipping around the perimeter of the scene. Addy just needed one spot where an officer might not be paying much attention in order to slip inside the yellow tape and get a closer look.
Addy’s eyes took in the various streets, alleys, apartments, stores, etc in the area. If I was him where would I go?
She kept walking, her pen scribbling notes on the area, what she could see and other thoughts as she moved. How long before you kill? Are you watching all this go down? Gloating or scared?
Addy looked up and noted that the fog would make it hard for those in any upper floors to see. Ten foot visibility, maybe.
After another half hour on the move, Marcus finally came to a halt and began to figure out where he was. He was still in the industrial district, about 12 blocks from the river. Luckily for him, the fog was thick and the streets empty, or the police might have already found him. He had seen a few squad cars out on the streets, using searchlights to try and spot him through the fog. He had managed to hide from them, but he knew he couldn't be lucky forever. He'd have to stack the odds in his favor. First things first, he had to get rid of the orange jumpsuit he was wearing.
After a bit of searching, he had found a small convenience store. The building was a small, mom and pop type shop, a place where the warehouse and dock workers could go and pick up a snack on break and beer on the way home. With any luck, they'd carry some clothing as well. Marcus walked up to a window, peering inside, trying to spot any cameras. There didn't appear to be any, and the store was closed up for the night. Marcus went around to the back of the store and located the delivery door. It was just a simple wooden door, with only a deadbolt on the inside. Luckily for Marcus, the door swung inward. He planted a kick to the door slightly above the handle, and was met with a satisfying crack. He kicked the door again, this time planting his foot in the square center of the door. The door flew open, leaving an small chunk of wood on the frame, held in place by the lone deadbolt. He allowed himself a quick grin of triumph and made his way into the store.
Marcus walked the few isles of the store, grabbing things he needed to patch up his leg. The store had a roll of gauze, and an ace bandage wrap. The store didn't have any rubbing alcohol or iodine, so he grabbed a small bottle of vodka from behind the counter and went into the store's small rest room. He stripped off his jumper and threw it into the trash. He wiped off the cut with a wet paper towel, and grabbed the bottle of vodka. He took a swig and then poured the rest of the bottle of liquor onto the wound. The vodka burned like hell and Marcus couldn't help but grimace a little. he wiped off his leg once more, then wrapped it in the gauze, and then the ace bandage over that. Once his patch job was done, he went back into the store.
The store didn't sell any clothes, but Marcus found some in a locker in the back room. There was a pair of jeans, a grey tee-shirt, a pair of work boots, and a tan canvas jacket. He quickly got dressed and went back into the main store. He quickly packed a small meal into a plastic sack and broke open the register. There was about $120 in assorted bills, which he promptly pocketed. Marcus grabbed two more bottles of booze, splashing them around the store. He grabbed a lighter from a shelf, lit it, and tossed it into an isle, which promptly caught fire. Satisfied with his handiwork, Marcus ran out the back of the store and into the thick fog that engulfed Triumph city once more.
Opening the door she was greeted to a man leaning back on her chair reading a file with his feet crossed and resting on her desk. She leaned on the doorknob in curiosity “Excuse me.”
The file dropped to his lap revealing Dexter Morrison, greeting her with a cheeky smile, who had seemed to gladly make himself right at home at her desk.
“Of course it’s you,” she walked over to the desk and grabbed the file “and you've already got the Handprint Killer file. Only problem is this,” she closed the file “is my copy. The copy your boots are getting messed up, is yours.”
That's when it clicked in his mind. "REPORTER". If news got out about the escape this early The whole city would be in a frenzy. Steve quickly made his way over to her. "Can I help you?" He said to her in a tone that implied she should not be there.
"He got out in a car crash?" Dex asked Crosse. She nodded. "Judging by how fucked up the guards are, I'd get some uniforms searching places where he could gets supplies. Chances are he's hurt and wants to dress his wounds. That means houses, general stores, clinics. Avoid searching other places that are unlikely to have those for now."
Bailey looked at Dex, contemplating what he had to say to her. She opened her mouth to say something, but Dex quickly followed up with a smile, "I'm gonna go do some detective work at the crash site. I'll see you at ground zero. Thanks for the file, babe." Morrison then slunk out the door, hoping to avoid McCoy on the way to the scene.
“If you want to give me the facts so that I can make sure the public gets the information they need to be safe Detective McCoy, that would be wonderful. If you figure you are going to shoo me away and I am not going to do my job well...not sure you are being much of a help at that point.”
She put her phone in her pocket, shifting her notepad and pen to her left hand. “I can’t remember if we have ever met in person, Detective. I am Adeline Helder. I cover homicides for the the Tribune.” She held out her hand for him to shake.
Addy tilted her head a little, inspecting him. “Don’t get that look. I am not one of those reporters who gets off on making up facts. I want the real story. The public needs to know what they need to be concerned about, the truth.”
She knew she had a reputation with the police force. She reported things differently than most. No overly sensational headline, no embellishment of details. Addy found the world graphic had enough in it that there was no need to make things up.
"Im going to be honest with you Miss Helder, We don't have much yet and he is loose in the city....... We've got our best people on the case and we will bring him back into custody as swiftly and soon as possible, But the Hand Print Killer hurt a lot of People and has made a lot of enemies, The last thing we need is people going on manhunts and searching for this guy. If you broadcast this across the city that might happen and we don't need more people getting hurt. " He stepped a few more steps towards her. "I hope you understand that." He hoped she was getting the message.
“I don’t want to see anyone trying to hunt him down Detective. We both know vigilante style justice doesn’t typically work and right now if the common citizen tried to help they will only complicate things. I want to put the word out for people to avoid trying anything but make them aware of just how dangerous he is.”
Her eyes narrowed a little as Detective McCoy stepped in closer. Addy got that he was making a point but she also needed him to understand she wasn’t going to shy away from this investigation.
Addy met his look with a steady one of her own. “Detective McCoy I have read his file, the case files, the details and I know what he is capable of. I don’t want anyone but the police taking him on. We still don’t know why he did the things that he did and if we could figure that out it might give us some clue as to what his next move might be. You understand talking to me means real information getting out there, not crap to scare up the public. You want them to stay safe, to stay away from him than don’t let the hacks get the story. I will work with you. It is what I do, homicides that is. Killers and murders, motives and the impact on the people left behind. Use the media to your advantage in this.”
She didn’t wait for his response. She wasn’t backing down or going anywhere. The Handprint Killer was on the run and there was no telling when he might kill again.
“He got loose when they crashed I take it.”
She turned and looked to the crash site. “Did he kill them or the impact? Do we know that yet?”
Ugh. Bodies, twisted metal, cops, and... Helllllo. That's the smoking hot brunette that works for the Tribune. I oughta work homicides more often.
Morrison excitedly stepped towards the reporter, making sure to avoid McCoy on the way.
"Why, hello there, madam," Dex started. "Don't mind the smell. The cops won't be spending all their time here... And I suppose they'll move the wreckage as well." Dexter extended his hand to Addy. "The name is Dex Morrison. You may have heard of me: I piloted the first transatlantic flight and invented the wheel. I also do detective work for the station, but that is only my fifth most interesting trait. And you must be that beautiful reporter that I've heard about. Miss Helder, is it?"
Steve sighed as Dexter laid on his cheesy lines towards Adeline. "Dexter here, is a consulting private eye for the Police department, We like to give him jobs because it boosts his self esteem. "Speaking of which, shouldn't you go investigate the scene?" He said with a tone.Dexter looked at him.
"But I--"
Steve cut in " Dex I have a gun..."
"Me too" He replied.
Steve responded again with "Yeah, but I have two guns, and a knife. ..."
Dexter gained a slightly frustrated look on his face "Fine I guess someone has to do some real police work around here." With that Dexter stormed off back towards the crash. Steve looked back to the reporter. "As I was saying I'm not sure but I think he went down this alleyway. Mostly because of the blood on the ground." He pointed his finger towards the smail trail leading down thew alleyway.
The fog seemed to have gotten worse she figured, of course she wasn’t really paying attention to the weather when she left her place, but still she figured it was going to be a hard day. Bailey got into the car, started the engine, put the file on the passenger seat and headed for the crime scene.
On arrival she noticed Detective McCoy on the other side of the scene talking with who she believed to be Adeline Helder. Bailey had met her a couple times before due to her undercover investigation, Bailey always thought she knew about her drug problem but nothing ever came from it. Adeline was one reporter that always did with others didn’t, told the truth without any blurred lines or double talk, however she goes where she doesn’t belong, like now, inside the yellow tape.
Making her way to the bus she noticed Morrison heading towards Detective McCoy and Helder.Bailey walked around the crime scene taking in all she could. The bus was upside down and dead prisoners hung to it like decorations on a Christmas tree. “What a mess.” she whispered under her breath walking over to the dead guards. She kneeled over them observing their wounds and it was clear they never would have made it. Aside from simple blunt force trauma, they had several puncture wounds from broken metal. Spotting the coroner examining a body she quickly stood up and walked over to him
“How’d they go?” she said quite unprofessionally, startling the man.
With a slight jump he turned and looked up at her “‘How’d they go?” he echoed.
“Was it all from the trauma sustained in the accident or did Brown kill a guard in his escape?”
“Well,” he stood up “they were most definitely killed in the crash. No seat belts for the guards so in a situation like this, the chance of survival is little to none. Same goes with some of the prisoners that died.”
“Alright, thanks.” Bailey nodded and let him get back to work.
She started walking around looking for the easiest ways to escape. The only one that seemed like the best route was an alleyway between an apartment building and a convenience store.
Before she checked that out she wanted to check the apartment building, she figured the crash had to be loud enough to draw attention and hopefully someone seen something. Making her way through the apartment complex she asked the residence if they had seen anything or heard anything at the time of the crash with no luck, most of them said they hadn’t or that they were asleep. She left the building pressing her thumb between her eyes, she could feel the pain slowly creeping up and it wasn’t even noon.
She made a heavy sigh and made her way to the alleyway where she met Detective McCoy already looking around.
“Did you find anything yet?”
Her next question was cut off by a voice she did not know. Addy turned and looked at the new arrival. Her eyebrows raised a little. She wasn’t entirely sure he was serious or just had an odd sense of humour.
Her called her beautiful and knew her name and Addy was surprised. She made to hold out her hand for an introduction when Detective McCoy interjected.
Addy lowered her hand and watched the scene play out. She couldn’t help the slight smile of amusement that appeared as the men bantered.
When Dexter stormed off, Addy waved towards his back. “It was nice to meet you, I think...”
She looked back to Detective McCoy. Her eyes moved to the ground, focusing on the trail of blood that he pointed out. She had been too busy looking up that she had not inspected the ground yet.
“Seems likely.”
Addy pulled out her notepad and jotted down a few things. “If he makes it to a main road, no telling where he might go. Do we have any idea who he might contact, if anyone? Anyone write to him in prison? What about visits?”
She gestured over her shoulder towards where Dexter had disappeared. “Quite the character.”
A new voice, this one female added itself to their discussion. Addy looked up to see the woman approaching where they stood.
She said nothing knowing the woman was there for Detective McCoy, not her and not wishing to ruffle feathers. Not all officers were cordial when it came to reporters. Addy could only hope that this woman would work with her as McCoy was. She preferred the police as allies not that she had ever let that stop her from getting her story before.
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With that he pulled out his .45 and held it with both hands pointing it towards the ground. He looked at Bailey and nodded to her telling her to follow suit. He then started to walk down the trail following the blood.
Like with Dexter she lowered her hand as Detective McCoy moved onto other things. She gave him a slightly amused look as he suggested she not follow for her own safety.
“Understood Detective McCoy. I am responsible for myself.” She watched as he pulled his gun and indicated that Detective Crosse do the same. Addy wasn’t sure they were going to come across the Handprint killer just hiding in the alley but if there was even a small chance or at the very least more information about where he went then she was not going to miss this chance.
She did understand following the trail but she also knew Marcus Brown was not a stupid man and if he had the ability he was long gone or very well hidden.
Addy let the detectives go first. She pulled out her phone and began taking pictures of the blood trail and anything else in the alley that seemed to indicate that Marcus had been there.
Blood means he didn’t escape the wreck unscathed. Not a lot of blood so likely not a mortal wound. Deep cuts maybe. If something is broken it would hinder his movement, making it easier for the police to catch up. If not than he is a slightly injured man with the dogs on his heels and nothing but fear causing him to run. If he ends up someplace reasonably safe he will go back to his old ways.
The very thought of him being loose in the city again left Addy with a bad feeling. It was one thing for a convict to get free but it was entirely different when that man was a cold blooded killer who knew the city and would easily slip back into routine now that he was back in his old hunting ground.
The difference now was they knew his habits, his signature and if they could figure out motive, pinpoint his victim type than perhaps they could get ahead of him.
Addy kept taking pictures as she followed the detectives down the alley. She occasionally looked behind her wondering if any of the other officers had picked up on the trail as well and would be following as back up or worse if Marcus Brown might be lurking somewhere behind them.
He'd be insane to stay close to the scene but really...how predictable will he be if he is hurt and feels desperate?
As they moved further into the alley Bailey noticed Adeline back off and started taking photos of the area.
Around halfway in with no sign of any activity Bailey stopped to look at the blood trail. With the amount of blood he's definitely suffering from a deep wounds.
McCoy was almost at the other end of the alleyway when she looked up.
"There's nothing here McCoy. 'Cept for his blood trail." She stood up and headed his way "I'll get some of the guys to block off the alley and get the forensic unit."
It was as simple as removing a few old bricks from the wall, and Marcus found it. a large cigar box, taped at both ends. Marcus tore off the tape and set the box on a ledge. Opening it, he removed three items from inside. The first, his wallet. He rifled through the wallet, taking a quick inventory. There was a couple twenties, assorted business cards, his old debit card, and his driver's license (up for renewal this year). He slipped the wallet into his back pocket and picked up the next item. It was a keyring, containing keys to his (old) apartment, his car (impounded), and a key to a storage lockup on the east side of town. These too he pocketed and picked up the final item. It was a large pocket knife, with a black textured handle. He flicked it open, revealing the long and curved blade. Even after two years, the steel still gave off a slight sheen. He gave it a quick slash through the air, with the knife giving a satisfying swish as it cut through the air. Marcus closed the blade in an almost reverent way, depositing it into his coat pocket. With his belongings collected, Marcus left the warehouse far behind.
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Marcus sat by the river, looking at Northside over the water, eating the food he took from the convenience store. The city looked very inviting, as if it was calling for him to come over. If he was going to be able to truly hide, he'd need to. Unfortunately, the bridges were closed and a few police boats were on the river. He'd have to come up with something clever if he planned on getting over into the main side of the city. Marcus finished up the meal and stood up. "What to do, what to do..." And with that, Marcus stuck his hands in his pockets and began to walk, thinking of ways to cross the river.
After a short while he arrived at the scene of the burned down convienance store there were several fire trucks surrounding the smouldering ruins. He got out and approached the Fire Chief. "What do we have here?" He said looking at the black remains. "Not much we know it's arson and we thought you'd be interested mostly because we found this"He said holding up what was left of a burned piece of clothing and Steve Knew exactly what it was. Marcus Browns Prison Jump suit or at least what was left of it.
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kem, might be interesting to see how Dexter views reporters. Captain, same goes for Bailey.
My bad for the late response, I tend to completely forget this section exists, but anyway, Bailey has no real issue with reporters at all, she tends to avoid them however.
I was thinking that our characters had met once in the past because Addy had been reporting Bailey's undercover investigation on the fact that it was longer than it should have been, and the reason behind Bailey being the only undercover that survived. Although Bailey has no real problems with reporters, there should be a little tension over the fact that you know/believe Bailey lied about what truly happened during the time she was undercover.
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Also, I added a picture of the knife Marcus picks up in my latest post, mostly for all the police characters so they can get in depth if they need it for a report, or something. It's on his character profile if you want to check it out.
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SkullsandSlippers wrote:kem, might be interesting to see how Dexter views reporters. Captain, same goes for Bailey.
The character of Dex is the type of guy that spends a lot of time thinking about women, especially if they match his personality type. A strong woman that shows disinterest and is also intelligent would really reel him in.
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Wheezy, she is going to know McCoy given his history with the case and position in the department. If you would like we can figure out how they might view each other.
kem, might be interesting to see how Dexter views reporters. Captain, same goes for Bailey.
Not sure for Robin but hey if we want to work something out I am open to suggestions TheShyGirl. I enjoy working out character things with other players.
BD I am intrigued to see how we can develop Addy's obsession with Marcus and his killings/motivations.
So...I guess I could have saved myself all that but if it isn't clear I enjoy character tie ins, etc.