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Scout Stancliff

"People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die."

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a character in “The Rise of The Nightmare”, as played by aurban16

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Scout Stancliff

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27 || Straight || Assistant Supervisor || September 12th || Atlanta, Georgia






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Likes:
  • Her late fiancee's family
  • Her daughter
  • Coffee
  • Hunting
  • Work
Dislikes:
  • Her father
  • Having to injure people
  • Most men
  • Valentine's Day
  • Her past
Fears:
  • Big dogs - she was attacked when she was a teenager
  • Falling in love - it never works out
Skills:
  • Good shot
  • Good with technology
  • Determined in anything she does
  • Can defend herself
  • Good cook
Deficits:
  • Cannot multi-task
  • Her past
  • Stubborn
  • When she drinks, she drinks too much
  • Hold grudges






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Personality: Scout always has her head in something. It may be work, her daughter, her family, whatever. She likes to focus on one thing, and one thing only. When there are problems at home, her work lacks attention, and vice versa. Ever since her fiance died, she finds it hard to multi-task. Scout is very dependent, even though she doesn't come off that way. She relies on her co-workers, which is a catch-22.

Getting to know Scout is never easy. She is a very closed person, but if you can break down the walls, she is a sweetheart. She is so commited to those she loves. If you betray her, you may never see her again. She can drop you like a hat. She holds grudges, and has done so her whole life. Her past has effected her more than anything. Some days, she may seem depressed, because she's remembering something she doesn't want to. Scout is an outgoing in the friendly, co-worker way. She does like most people, even if they don't feel like she does.

History: Scout used to think her life was perfect. She grew up in Atlanta with a mother, a father, and two older, protective brothers. She was what some would call a perfect child. She got straight A's, and was involved in many activities outside of school. She played softball religiously. She had a huge group of friends growing up, and she got along fine with everyone in her family.

When she was a freshman in high school, her mother passed away from a stroke. It almost killed Scout. She started doing drugs and partying a lot on the weekends. Then she met Carl. They fell in love instantly. They dated for two years, and Scout learned that she was pregnant. He proposed to her, and they decided that they would get married after the baby was born. Nine months later, she gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby girl, McKenna. The night before the wedding, a tornado struck Nebraska, where Carl's parents lived and where the wedding was supposed to take place. Carl was torn out of the house, and never found. The police searched for months, and decided he was most likely dead.

A year later, Scout moved from Atlanta to Oakhedge for work. She immediately loved it, and decided she wanted to work there for the rest of her life. She loved all of her co-workers, and some of them were able to make cracks in her shell. Then the murder's began. She didn't know any of the victims, but she was set on finding that killer. She was also terrified for the team and the work this is will put them through.





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So begins...

Scout Stancliff's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lana Dhavernas Character Portrait: Ollie Bundrick Character Portrait: Victor Hale Character Portrait: Alexandra Pond Character Portrait: Scout Stancliff Character Portrait: Roxanne Sura Kunik Character Portrait: Jonathon Martel

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A figure appeared at the door of his lab. Ollie looked up, feeling a shiver run down his neck. He froze as said figure lifted a gun, aiming it directly at his head. He didn't have time to react before the bullet found it's mark.

Ollie managed to drag his eyes open, sighing with relief as he realised he was still alive. He glanced up to confirm that the door was still locked. The light was still red, and he relaxed a little, rolling over in his sleeping bag. The floor of the lab had replaced his bed for the past few weeks. Not that he cared. At least he knew that nobody could get in unless he wanted them to.

His lab was at the far end of the building and wasn't used in the day shift, due to the fact that they didn't particularly need it and that he usually had several cases worth of evidence in it, meaning that it was usually better that it was only used by him. He usually set an alarm for half an hour before everyone else came in so he was dressed and presentable before everyone came in. He went home and showered every morning, picked up some fresh clothes and ate, before going back into the lab to sleep. He slept in a t-shirt and old tracksuit bottoms.

The station seemed oddly busy, considering his alarm hadn't gone off yet. He stretched an arm out to wake his phone, then swore under his breath as it didn't come on. He had missed his alarm and probably overslept. He froze as he heard a tapping on the glass door that served as the entrance to his lab. He shoved himself into a sitting position to see Jonathon standing at the door.

"Oh crap." Jonathon had clearly seen him, so there wasn't much point in pretending any more. He climbed to his feet, grabbing his pass card from the table where he'd left it before going to sleep. He swiped it, releasing the door, and smiled a little sheepishly at Jonathon as the door slid open. "Hi."

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Victor pulled on his white t-shirt, before grabbing his jacket and pulling it on. He wasn't required to wear it, but he was planning on doing more searching at the crime scenes today, meaning it would make his job a lot easier. Sure, he'd have to take it off to put on the clean suit to prevent contaminating the evidence, but people seemed to be less suspicious if he was wearing the jacket, ID or not. They were also a lot more willing to let him in, because it marked him out as a forensic investigator as opposed to a cop.

He fixed his hair, before grabbing his kit and ID. His ID went into the pocket of his plain black jeans, and he grabbed his keys shoving them into the pocket of his jacket. His landlady was heading into her apartment as he reached the bottom floor. "Evening, Mrs. Fuentes!" He said. The old Mexican woman smiled at him. "Ah, Victor. Rushing out again, I see?" She teased him. He laughed. "It's a beautiful day to solve crimes!" He said, before closing the door behind him.

His apartment was close enough to the station so that he could walk to work. Some evenings, if he was running a little late, he'd cycle, but his kit was a little difficult to balance at times. It was starting to get cold, and the light was rapidly fading. He was fully planning on just reporting in, seeing if anyone had anything to tell him, then convincing someone to either help him set up a reconstruction or to come out with him and comb the most recent crime scene. Something was already on his mind, something he wanted to try out.

Everyone else was starting to drift in and he scanned his ID as he reached the door. "Hey Victor. If you're looking for Alexandra, she's talking stuff over with Scout." Someone called. He swore under his breath. He didn't know if Roxie would be in yet, so he decided to head to the demo room.

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Character Portrait: Alexandra Pond Character Portrait: Scout Stancliff

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"Thank you again for watching her today," Scout said. She handed her daughter, McKenna, over to her mother-in-law. "I'll call you when I'm out of work." She kissed her daughter on the top of her head, and walked down the front steps of her late fiancee's childhood home. She didn't want to go to work today. She hadn't spent a day with McKenna in two weeks. Scout was having withdrawals from her three year old. These were the times when she should be spending the most time with her.

Pulling into the station parking lot, she sighed and grabbed her bag. Unlocking her office door, she noticed more paperwork was stacked on her desk, just like every other morning. They were from Jonathon, who was probably ten times as stressed as anyone on the team. She sat down in her desk chair, and started rifling through the files. They were all about the current murder case. Three suspect files. She threw them off to the side, and put the rest in a drawer to go through later.

She hear a knock of her door, and through the glass, she saw it was Alexandra. Scout smiled and said, Come on in, Alexandra." She had always respected Alex. She may have been the best female officer in the whole station.

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Character Portrait: Alexandra Pond Character Portrait: Scout Stancliff

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Today had been a fairly average day for Alex. Wake up, go for a jog, eat leftover chinese food that had a permanent place in her mess of a fridge. Of course, it would have been a bit more average of a day had she not been plagued, as she has been for the past few weeks, by the thoughts regarding the current case that the Night shift has been put on- tracking the murderer the Nightmare, who had already killed several of her fellow officers. The thought of it gave the young officer, typically calm, chills. She couldn't help but think of the murderer who had killed her father- he, too, had taken out several members of the Chicago Police Department before being tracked down. But that man is in jail now, she confirmed this the moment that the Nightmare murderers became clearly more than a one-shot thing.

Marnie, Alexandra's cat, rubs against the young woman's leg as she walks towards the door, keys in hand on her way to work. She scratches her ear, but isn't the sort to talk to her pet- especially not in the baby voice she hears people use towards their pets. Undoubtedly, Marnie would've bitten her the moment she tried to use speaking on the occasionally surly creature.


It is a short drive, and a silent one, before Alex reaches the station. Of course, left to her own devices, the officer can go for hours without saying a single word. She's not one for speaking to herself aloud, not even letting out an instinctive Ouch! when she stubs her toe in her one-bedroom apartment's cramped kitchen. Such exclamations are internalized, just as most things are. Her family was never a particularly loquacious one, and thus bred a rather quiet daughter. Perhaps other siblings would have made her more boisterous, but Alex is an only child, so that theory cannot be tested.

Of course, she now has a sort of surrogate brother in one of the Forensic Analysts, and a father figure as well in the night shift's supervisor, Jonathon Martel. This pseudo-sibling has come too late in life to discourage her heavily internalized personal dialogue, and he's hardly a chatterbox himself, though social enough. The same can be said for Martel, in fact.

Her first words of the day are to greet her fellow workers as she enters the department building. After dropping off a few things at her own desk, namely a light jacket and wallet [She's not a purse person], Alex gets straight to work- this means heading over to Scout Stancliff, assistance supervisor, and, by extension, her office. The two of them are to begin discussing possible suspects for the time being, though Alex doubts exactly how well that will work. They don't have any actual evidence on the killer, but these suspects are the strongest they've got. Some have more circumstances against them than others, needless to say.

Her knock on Scout's door is answered promptly, so Alex is only there a moment before she walks into the office. The two women share a mutual respect, deserved on both counts. Officer Pond admires Scout as a superior, and as a person in general. That being said, if Alex is willing to take a bullet for Scout, it has a good deal to do with the fact that Scout has a daughter, a dependent, and her life therefore is more precious than Alex's own- in Alexandra's eyes, anyway.

"Ready to look over the suspect files?" she asks with a smile, but the sight of the files on her desk makes it clear that she's merely opening up the process of going over them.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lana Dhavernas Character Portrait: Ollie Bundrick Character Portrait: Victor Hale Character Portrait: Alexandra Pond Character Portrait: Scout Stancliff Character Portrait: Roxanne Sura Kunik Character Portrait: Jonathon Martel

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"Come now boy, I can assure you that there are better places for sleep and a cold, hard floor is not one of them. If you need a place to sleep in safety Ollie, there is many places for that. In fact, even if you need a place, regardless of if safety is a factor or not, you know you have one." Ollie allowed his eyes to slip away from the man that stood in front of him. It wasn't that he felt his apartment was unsafe- it was the fact that he knew exactly how safe he was in the lab. The glass was practically bulletproof, and the ID scanner couldn't be fooled- something he had found out on the rare occasions where he'd left his ID at home.

"But we'll finish this conversation later, when I take you out for lunch at the diner." Ollie wasn't that hungry. He'd eaten after coming out of work this morning, and he'd pretty much slept since then. But he didn't want to say that in case Jonathon thought he was blowing him off. So instead he smiled. "I'll just get changed." His jeans and checked shirt were folded in his bag, and it only took him a matter of minutes to change.

He went back out to meet his boss when Victor Hale suddenly appeared at the far end of the corridor, looking rather stressed. "Sir, there's been another murder."

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Victor pulled off his jacket and slung it over the door, looking around. Something had felt... off about the last murder. The angle of the gunshot didn't correspond to where they'd found the body. The victim had either been moved or the killer had been standing at a strange angle. Either was possible, knowing the Nightmare.

He lifted the gun and was about to call out, but then someone burst into the room. "Victor, we've got another one." He whirled around, the gun falling to his side. "Already? Who?" He demanded, putting the gun back on the table and grabbing his jacket. "Peter Hurley. Another gunshot. He didn't report into work today, but nobody missed him. It's possible the Nightmare killed him last night." He sighed. "Okay. We're on our way."

He headed straight for Scout's office, knocking briefly before going in. "Sorry to interrupt, but we've got another scene. Peter Hurley. We're wanted on the scene as soon as possible." He said, before retreating and heading to find the others. He found Jonathon and Ollie just outside Ollie's lab. "Sir, there's been another murder. We're wanted ASAP. Peter Hurley's apartment."

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Character Portrait: Lana Dhavernas Character Portrait: Ollie Bundrick Character Portrait: Victor Hale Character Portrait: Alexandra Pond Character Portrait: Scout Stancliff Character Portrait: Roxanne Sura Kunik Character Portrait: Jonathon Martel

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7.30. The crime scene has been secured and the field officers are currently in the process of conducting a technical examination.


He took a mouthful of his coffee and sighed, waiting for the machine behind him to beep. The others had rushed off to the most recent crime scene, leaving him and Roxanne practically alone in the building. He had considered going into her lab and offering to work with her, but had found himself unable to ask her. Just the simple physical contact of her brushing his arm had made his heart race.

His machine started to chirp, and he turned around, reading the machine print out. He frowned. The results of the poison were exactly as they had been for all of the other victims- untraceable. The poison appeared to be some kind of over the counter narcotic. He'd contacted some of the drug stores, and they'd informed him that a lot of people bought this particular product. They had nothing else to go on, and it was driving him mad.

He sighed heavily again, picking up his coffee and heading for Roxie's lab, humming "You Are Not" by Young Guns to himself. He'd promised to give her the results of the poison when he got them back.

"Hey, Roxie." He leaned against the door of her lab. She wasn't as cautious as him, it appeared, as she had her door left open. "I got the results of the poison back. Same again. I have no clue what to try next." He sighed, tapping his fingers against his leg. He grinned at her, taking a mouthful of his coffee. "Still, at least we're safe here and not out in the Nightmare's territory. I'm going to run the partial fingerprint we found again, see if we have any results."

He headed back to his lab, still humming to himself.

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It was warm underneath the clean suit and mask, even though his jacket was still slung in the back seat of one of the black SUV's entrusted to the forensics unit. The room was filled with floodlights, making sure that the room was as bright as day. Victor deposited his case on the floor and looked around. The medical examiner was kneeling at the body, a job that Victor didn't exactly envy him for. Dealing with dead people was one thing. Working with them for a living was another.

He produced the camera that they used to document the scene and started taking pictures. One of the body.The blood spatter on the walls. The card on the body, which just read the usual. Never question what you don't know. He turned around and saw a smudge that looked vaguely like a fingerprint on on of the doors and headed over to it, photographing it. He dusted it and lifted the print, before pushing the door open.

Written on the walls in what looked an awful lot like blood was a message.

Lonely, lonely, we came so close before...

"Guys!" He yelled. "We got a message!"

He went outside for a minute to talk to one of the uniforms who had secured the scene and ask them if they had seen it when they were securing the scene, and if they had, why hadn't they told him?

He took out his phone and texted Roxie.

"The phrase "Lonely, lonely, we came so close before" mean anything to you?"

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Character Portrait: Victor Hale Character Portrait: Alexandra Pond Character Portrait: Scout Stancliff

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A chill had run down Alex's spine when Victor had barged into Scout's office to inform the two women, just as they were going over the suspect files, that another victim had been found. This one was Peter Hurley, whom she was later told had not been found until recently because 'no one missed him' when he didn't show up for work. The young woman had sprung up immediately, quickly pulling back on her coat, and grabbing both her gun and her badge, the latter planted firmly into it's holster in her belt. She's been far more careful to carry it on her recently, given the recent attacks. In this, Alex is hardly alone. Some of the lab workers have been issued guns, as well, due to the concern for their safety as well as that of the officers. The drive to Hurley's apartment felt much too long- as though they were wasting valuable time. The Nightmare is unpredictable, after all- she wouldn't put it past this figure to go for a double homicide in one night. She just has an ominous feeling- then again, there's been that feeling ever since the killing began. Serial murderers in a town like Oakhedge tend to give Alex the impression of a horror movie.



She had been speaking with another officer when Victor calls out- saying that they have another message. The officer passes by Victor as he walks out.

Alex stands in front of the bloody message written on the wall- probably with the victim's blood, but samples have been taken just in case. They can't afford to make too many assumptions about this killer, after all. She doesn't think much of the Lonely, Lonely bit to be honest- it may very well be important, she knows, but the latter bit is what seems to dig into her skin and crawl around. We came so close before, could easily mean being close to someone, but she has a haunting suspicion that this isn't the case. No, it sounds a good deal more like attempted murder to her. But there had been no reports of murders happening around Hurley that might have indicated a previous attempt on his life- she's verified that already. That ominous feeling is coming back with a vengeance now- and the girl has always had rather good instincts.

Previous run ins. . .What reports have there been recently? she wonders, the answer just on the tip of her tongue. Another officer walks over to Alex. "Officer Pond? You said you wanted to speak to the person who found the body? She's standing over there. Says she lives in the apartment right below his, one floor down," the officer continues, but Alex remains rather distracted. This time, by what he's said- it triggers something that she ought to have remembered immediately upon seeing the message.

"One moment," she says, walking over to where Victor is, mind now moving a mile a minute.

"Victor. Someone in Ollie's apartment building was murdered recently, right?" she asks, the urgency in her voice making it clear that she knows the answer, but needs for someone else to speak it aloud. "Is he still back at the department? Who's with him? Roxie? Lana?"


Alex doesn't think that the message refers to Peter Hurley, but to a victim not yet killed. What if the person killed in Ollie's building hadn't been the intended victim? Or what if it had been a message in itself?