Poppy
Human
Student/Librarian
I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Posts: 119
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Post by Poppy on Feb 6, 2007 22:50:03 GMT
Poppy gave Marcus a quick smile as he thanked her, her spirits lifting at the faint praise. It was nice to know that he cared about people enough to offer that and to try and keep people reassured, despite his own, obvious pain. Poppy wasn’t stupid – he certainly didn’t look okay, but if he could speak well enough to recognise them and to answer her question at all, then he was alive and still himself in there. Everything else would follow.
At Iris’s question, the smile vanished from her face to be replaced by a guilty expression, akin to being caught with your hand in the cookie jar. She hadn’t forgotten about Deiniol Fey exactly, but he had been pushed to the back of her mind, the young woman always having been more concerned with the problems she could see as opposed to the ones she couldn’t. If she couldn’t see something or see its effects, then it felt almost less real than the ones standing in front of her.
She gasped slightly at his reply, shuddered lightly at the thought of it all. To see your friend die, be involved in a car crash and then kidnapped, well nobody had that kind of bad fortune and it didn’t take a genius to suspect at least one of those points were linked. Poppy only hoped they would find the young man before something happened to him.
She also knew Iris wouldn’t like that answer at all…
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Iris
Human
Photographer: LA Sun
Posts: 126
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Post by Iris on Feb 6, 2007 23:07:14 GMT
She was trying to keep her temper. She was trying very, very hard. It wasn't their fault. They were injured and stuck, so doing anything would have been impossible for them. I'm not going to start yelling a couple of police detectives. Especially not a couple of injured ones. It was going to take her a while to actually calm down, but she gave a nod and stayed quiet because in all honesty, Iris didn't trust herself to speak. She wasn't sure what might come from her mouth if she did and right now she was trying to be as tactful as possible. She could go home and scream into a pillow until she was hoarse, but she refused to lash out at this very moment. She had to be calm for Poppy and that thought helped her to stay calm.
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Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
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Post by Katherine on Feb 6, 2007 23:29:16 GMT
"Ow Damnit!"
One of the paramedics recoiled slightly at Katherine's very vocal complaint. They were examining her bleeding nose that seemed to be refusing to stop for some reason and it hurt when they touched it. So she made that known. In her opinion they were lucky she wasn't swearing up a storm right now. Inwardly she was; at herself, at the lack of airbags in the stupid car, at the psycho bitch who had rammed them off the road. She was mad at everything and the only thing keeping all that rage inside was the bottling she was so very good at.
She filed it away. Put a cap on it for later on when she'd needed it or otherwise had a way to get rid of it. AT the moment a trip down to the track to run it off.... seemed unlikely.
Settling for an irritated grimace as her gurney continued towards the waiting ambulance, another gauze pad pressed under her nose, Katherine looked over at his brother. She didn't envy him the task of explaining, at least in some small part, to the sisters. There wasn't much they could actually tell them and with she and Marcus and the Hospital they were unlikely to get much information about progress made.
They'd been through a lot. Kath' hoped they'd get processed and taken home quickly.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Feb 7, 2007 2:35:34 GMT
Kath’s very obvious curse made Marcus turn his head, and he did so a little quicker than his concussion liked. For a moment, the store’s interior pitched and spun again, and he closed his eyes and breathed in slowly to steady it, before opening them again. After assuring himself his sister was mostly complaining just for the sake of venting, he looked back to the siblings beside his gurney. The older one looked on the verge of firing rapid questions at him, or yelling; he wasn’t sure which. Right now, it didn’t matter, he supposed. If he could go back and do things differently, he would, but since he lacked the power to do that…
If you actually start thinking of those movies right here and now…
Taking his own mental warning to heart, he focused anew. He had to try and explain as much as possible without making their own states worse, and in order to do that, he had to get it done now, and he couldn’t leave it to Wiles, either.
“We have officers searching the area, and your statements will hopefully help us identify the woman responsible for all this.” He fidgeted again, resisting the urge to snap at the paramedic causing him the discomfort, and looked to Poppy and Iris once more. “Right now, we need you two to focus on the details; what you remember. Detective Wiles will take you back to the station, so you can get started on that, okay?”
He was starting to feel tired again, no doubt because of the head wound. He would feel better after he got his hands on some painkillers… or he hoped so, anyway.
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Iris
Human
Photographer: LA Sun
Posts: 126
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Post by Iris on Feb 10, 2007 1:43:05 GMT
Iris found herself nodding in response to the detective's question. They could do that. She even found it in her to be nice. "I'm sure that everyone will do everything they can to find Denny." That, however, was about all she could manage to say because the urge to start yelling was still there and she was afraid that she might give into that urge if she allowed herself to say anything else. Besides, he was hurt. She couldn't just lose it on him when he was hurt. If she saw him after he got out of the hospital and Denny still hadn't been found... Well, that would be a different story if she was still in a yelling mood by then.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Feb 10, 2007 2:19:29 GMT
He could see it in her face; in her eyes, most of all. She was mad, and quite possibly fighting the urge to yell… ask questions, and demand reasons, like ‘why’ or ‘how’. In Marcus’ experience — even though this was, personally, a first for him — people connected to the victims in any way always wanted to know those sorts of answers and… he hated that he didn’t have any. Letting someone down, in any capacity, was never easy, and he gave a quiet sigh.
“We will.”
Don’t you say ‘I promise’. His mental warning stopped him in time, and he looked from one sister to the other, before he rolled his eyes at the paramedics insisting they really needed to get moving, and on their way to the hospital. “Okay… Detective Wiles will give you his card, and mine. He’ll make sure they get everything they need from you at the station, and he’ll get you home safe.” He paused, wondering if that was the best choice of words, under the circumstances. “After that, if you need anything from us, don’t hesitate to call, all right?”
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Iris
Human
Photographer: LA Sun
Posts: 126
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Post by Iris on Feb 10, 2007 3:16:47 GMT
Iris gave another nod and even managed to say, "Thank you. That's greatly appreciated." She shifted a bit in her spot. Being determined not to yell really did cut down on how much she was willing to let herself speak, but that was okay. She would attempt to get it all out of her system once she got home and would hopefully be good to work tomorrow. She certainly hoped that she would be. Though the photos... she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to handle looking at those or not, but she supposed that she would find out.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Feb 10, 2007 4:09:57 GMT
Marcus gave a cautious, gentle nod. He looked to the younger sister, understanding that she might be a little more wary in this kind of situation, using her elder sibling for support — much as he had in the past, and still sometimes did, admittedly — and giving her a soft smile of reassurance. Or at least he hoped it passed for reassuring.
He gave a meaningful look to Wiles as the paramedics quietly ran out of patience, beginning the process of moving the detective away from the scene, towards one of the ambulances outside. He hated sitting on the gurney, rested against the raised ‘back’ of it, feeling as if he couldn’t support himself, but he knew stumbling or even collapsing would hardly improve the situation, and he sorely lacked the energy to argue with paramedics and colleagues. He kept hold of the mask, toying with it subtly in one hand as the other went, unbidden, to his badly bruised side.
He just hoped the sisters would be okay. They had been through so much in one night, after all. But they seemed tough; they would pull through.
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Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
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Post by Katherine on Feb 10, 2007 23:06:04 GMT
Katherine was already halfway into the Ambulance by the time the paramedics' patience waned for her brother's role in assuring the sisters they were doing everything they could. She had lost her patience completely and had simply resigned to sitting still with the gauze shoved under her nose and a very serious, very disgruntled expression. She wanted painkillers, like now. Blood flow had started in her legs again, obviously, now that they were free and with the blood came real sensation and not just the dull transparent ache from a few moments ago. Real pain.
She needed the time she'd have in the ambulance to prepare herself for the onslaught of their parents that would no doubt befall them. She had to pull herself together enough to try and not let her mother irritate her and snap. They 'loaded' the detective into the back of the rig and she stared out at the wreckage, eyes wide for a moment with the new perspective it provided before the surprised expression faded.
Her mind was jumping between topics, between sister and daughter and cop and she was already tired of its frenetic lack of focus. She just wanted this all overwith.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Feb 11, 2007 3:10:59 GMT
Marcus had managed to request that Wiles head over to the hospital to tell him how everything had gone after he was through with the sisters at the station. His partner had promised he would stop by, and then the gurney had been too far away for anything else, so he had simply given a half-nod to Wiles’ one-handed, motionless wave. When they got back up to the street, the younger Rivera pretended not to notice the crowds who had been pushed back from the mouth of the scene by uniformed officers. They were staring; watching and muttering about what had happened, and to the best of his ability, he shut it all out as he was wheeled to one of the ambulances.
The two vehicles were parked alongside one another. Part of the street had been closed off to allow the emergency services to work, and Marcus glanced over as his sister was loaded into the other ambulance, before he too was put out of sight, as it were. When they were inside, and the doors closed, the paramedic who would ride in the back with him took the mask from him and before Marcus could protest, put it back in place. Quietly, Marcus sighed to himself, but gave up on the thought of arguing; what did he know? The paramedic was trained, and likely wouldn’t take no for an answer. If he kicked up a fuss now, the journey to the hospital would seem that much longer, and frankly, he just wanted to get this all over and done with.
It hadn’t even occurred to him that he and Kath’ would have to face their parents at St. Benedict’s. Not yet anyway…
Continued at: St. Benedict’s; ER Front Desk with Katherine.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Feb 26, 2007 20:30:43 GMT
Continued from: Rayne’s Territory; The Four Seasons- Lobby
As soon as Drake had crossed the invisible territory border, Drake felt an odd mixture of relief and dread. He was relieved to be out of Rayne’s half of the city, but now he was in ‘rival’ territory and that made him extremely nervous. What if I get turned away? Or worse, attacked? I’ll have to go rogue again until I can find another pack.
Going rogue was something that Drake desperately didn’t want to do. He had been a rogue during his trek from the northeast to California and it hadn’t suited him at all and, while he would become a rogue again if that was what it ended up coming down to, he would really prefer to be a part of a pack. It was simply something he needed. Drake wasn’t a lone wolf by any means and he needed to be a member of a pack if he possibly could.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Mar 15, 2007 4:39:49 GMT
Drake had gotten stuck in a bit of traffic, but luckily it wasn't too bad and he was soon on the move again. He just wanted to get there. To leave the past in the past and look towards the future. That, he knew, was much easier said than done. There were certain aspects of his past that would always be on his mind, but maybe a new start- another one- would help things. He certainly hoped so.
Drake was sincerely hoping that he would be successful in joining LA's other pack and maybe find where he was supposed to be. That, he thought, was what he really needed. Somewhere that he felt really welcome- though he knew that he wasn't going to be feeling that way right off the bat, all things considered- and that he could call home.
Continued at: The Hyperion; The Lobby
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Trish
Human
Departed
I want somethin' else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life
Posts: 12
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Post by Trish on May 1, 2007 4:44:56 GMT
Continued from: Long Wong's
So, Sonny said that her big, aviator sunglasses made her look like some kind of renegade. Which was badass, of course. Trish felt confident as she strolled along the fairly busy sidewalk, her stride easy. On the road she saw all manner of supped-up cars; little, sporty imports, gas-guzzlers, even a limo. She smiled -- L.A. was definitely the place for her. No one would even look twice at an inked woman like herself. Honestly, around these parts, you were strange if you didn't have a few tattoos.
Trish was content to wander aimlessly for the time being, inked arms exposed by her tank top, while she enjoyed the glorious weather. So far, it was a good day.
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Roxanne
Human
Departed
There is always a clue.
Posts: 52
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Post by Roxanne on May 21, 2007 21:06:50 GMT
Continued from: Central Community Police Station; Station Parking Lot with Tasha, Mike, and Tony
With light banter flitting back and forth between the two men in the front, Roxanne studied the streets of Los Angeles that whizzed by. They were surrounded by sporty little coupes, a few gas-guzzlers, even a few mini-vans, all adding to the hustle and bustle of the city. It didn't take long for the CSI's mind to begin dwelling on the new case. It wasn't everyday they ended up with a dead Father on their hands.
"Tash'," she spoke up after a few moments, turning to the woman beside her. "Did you find anything out of the ordinary on Father Mackenzie? Fibers or other trace?"
A whole five minutes without talking shop. Well done, Roxie.
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Tasha
Human
Medical Examiner
Drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you've followed.
Posts: 38
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Post by Tasha on May 22, 2007 0:17:40 GMT
Tasha, not unlike the other woman in the car, had taken to looking out the window on her side of the vehicle as they drove along, quietly enjoying the feel of the breeze through her hair as it slipped through the lowered glass from the front. For a while, her eyes had closed, and she had simply taken in the crisp, cool quality of it as it washed over her face.
Roxanne’s voice snapped her back to reality, and she blinked dark eyes as they turned to the blonde, her attention on the other woman at once. “Nothing, really. I collected some blood samples, in case the suspect left a piece of herself behind, but no, no fibres, no hair… nothing.”
Big fat zilch.
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