Julian
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
Your promises, they look like lies, your honesty, like a back that hides a knife.
Posts: 11
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2007 1:04:10 GMT
Continued from: Downstairs Offices – Homicide Division, with Zack
Green was a good way to describe Julian in a lot of ways as he sat in the car, flicking through the folder that his new -and first- partner had given to him upon leaving the Homicide Department. They'd piled into the car, Stikker was driving of course, and soon enough they were rolling through the Los Angeles streets. The younger man flipped the sun visor down to shield the sun from his eyes as he looked down at the folder in his lap. Every so often he grimaced and made a face but apart from that he was quiet. Part of him was excited about the fact that he was investigating a murder on his very first day. That was until he realised how inappropriate that really was and then had opened the file. All traces of excited apprehension evaporated.
"Uh, sorry," he started, glancing up once, then returning his eyes to the folder and then looking up and over at Zack properly, "can I ask why we're eating first? I mean... shouldn't we go to the scene first and then... it's your call obviously, but, uh, I'm just..." he figured quickly that opening his mouth had been stupid. More or less the first thing he had done was question his superior and that was dumb. So he shook his head, and returned his gaze to the folder sheepishly, "I actually didn't finish breakfast, so, you know, that's great. Actually."
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Zachary
Human
Departed
The call to arms was never true, let's take a ride and push it through
Posts: 14
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Post by Zachary on Aug 25, 2007 18:47:41 GMT
He’d almost forgotten Julian was in the car as he drove. Zack liked to push himself into a state on Zen while behind the wheel – his ex-wife had joked it was just his way of pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist when there was something he wanted to ignore and for the most part, she was right. Then again, she was a woman and as she liked to put it, automatically always right. When Julian actually spoke, he glanced to the side, half his attention on his new partner and half still on the road in front of him. His frustration quickly mounted as the young man back peddled and stammered, making him want to shout for Julian to just get on with it already.
“The crime scene doesn’t look like that anymore. It’s as it was pre-crime, I’m hoping to see what the killers saw to make them pick it as a dump site,” Zachary explained, looking back to fully focus on the road. He would have been more impressed with his partner if he’d actually had the guts to come out and question him with confidence rather than the half-baked attempt. There was no doubt about it – Julian would have to go.
“Have you noticed the only post-mortem wound inflicted on either of them?” He asked shortly. “The male was castrated. Why do you think that is?”
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Julian
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
Your promises, they look like lies, your honesty, like a back that hides a knife.
Posts: 11
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Post by Julian on Sept 4, 2007 21:12:57 GMT
At the explanation he was given Julian nodded, thinking over what Zack was planning to do, his reasons and method behind it. He was sickeningly curious as to what protocol they would be following with the investigation; how it would differ to the way he had experienced life as a cop in uniform. There were the fundamental ways of course, but Julian was intrigued by the intricacies more than anything else.
He looked back at the photos thoughtfully and then at Zack. He was no profiler but that sort of injury generally spoke of several things off the top of his head. The young detective hesitated only a moment before he spoke, eyes still downcast, "Some sort of perceived sexual deficiency? Repressed anger over sexual orientation or desires?" he looked up and over at his partner, eyebrows raised, "It's too precise to be a random mutilation..." he offered, his voice had lost a little of its tentative quality, eager to learn now that he knew where they were going and what they were doing.
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Zachary
Human
Departed
The call to arms was never true, let's take a ride and push it through
Posts: 14
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Post by Zachary on Sept 5, 2007 19:54:30 GMT
It was more than a little annoying to Zachary, just how hard it was to be annoyed at Julian. The kid seemed to mean well and want to learn. He wasn’t a know-it-all like the partner before him. He wasn’t a dumb cop who despite his many years on the force knew nothing like the one he had had before the know-it-all. Zack didn’t even want to think about the ones before those two. Nobody came close to Edward.
He tapped lightly at the steering wheel with one finger as he listened to the other detective’s offerings, inwardly approving of the suggestions. They were clearly thought out, instead of random and wild guesses, another plus and negative for the kid. “Good… so if we follow that line, that it’s a deliberate strike, then it’s possibly our killer’s MO.”
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Sept 8, 2007 16:10:39 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex: Building B: Heather’s Apartment
She kept her head down low as she walked through the streets, almost hugging the buildings in an attempt to stay out of everyone’s way. Heather didn’t want to draw any attention to herself, not a casual look, an odd glance or worse, someone looking at her with intent instead of the absent minded look that meant a person was looking through you or past you, instead of at you.
There was nobody in the city she knew, nobody she had exchanged more than four or so words with and Heather hung onto that thought. Nobody was going to stop her if they didn’t know her, or so she hoped. The scents of all the people she skulked past on the sidewalk mingled together, making it impossible for her to pick out human or werewolf ones and preventing her for even relaxing a tiny bit.
Heather looked both ways as she reached an intersection before nervously crossing it, lifting a hand to bite down on her nails. There were humans all around her, pressing in on her and threatening to suffocate her. Almost unconsciously her speed picked up, no longer a slow dawdle but one that showed intent and direction. Fear of what she was around was greater than the fear of an angry pack, and she knew that when the time came it would be that fear that would prompt her to enter the building they lived in, in search of sanctuary.
Continued in: The Four Seasons: The Lobby
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Julian
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
Your promises, they look like lies, your honesty, like a back that hides a knife.
Posts: 11
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Post by Julian on Nov 10, 2007 23:40:59 GMT
Julian was silent and thoughtful for a long time, having nodded in agreement with his partner. After a time, wiled away as they moved through the traffic by gazing out the windshield he spoke again, flipping through the file in his lap as he did so. "How close were the ETDs on the victims?" he asked. Surely one person couldn't have killed a woman and a man at the same time, overpowering them. Why mutilate two corpses? Was he or she angry at both sexes for different reasons? The same reason? All of a sudden Julian felt in over his head.
The desire to call Shelley and tell her that he wasn't cut out to be a cop, that she should move with him to Hawaii where they'd live on the beach and drink mimosa's until they went blind was overwhelming.
"I mean, are we looking at one unsub?" he ventured, brow furrowed, "It seems so extreme for someone working alone. Almost as if the message is overpowered by the gore..."
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Zachary
Human
Departed
The call to arms was never true, let's take a ride and push it through
Posts: 14
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Post by Zachary on Nov 18, 2007 2:02:26 GMT
Again with the intelligent thoughts and questions. It was certainly starting to bug Zachary, just how little he could complain about him. He couldn’t drag him to the Captain with the single strike against him being that he was new. Zachary needed something more concrete than that and so far Julian wasn’t giving him it. “Girl died first or so we think. Hard to get anything from her, even an identification, with her, the perp took their time… man died quicker, aside from the post-mortem stab, there was very little sign of physical abuse. If there is a message, two sides are giving it. If that means two people or one very messed up person, who knows.”
He flicked the indicator on, turning the car to the right and smoothly driving it down the street, eyes open for the vendor’s stall. Enrico liked to move it up and down his ‘patch’ which was more than a little annoying when you were looking for something to eat. But he’s was also the best hotdogs around and it was worth making that little bit of an effort to find it – which was probably one of the reasons Enrico moved, just to make his customers work for it and build up an appetite. The cop in him sometimes wondered if there was any other, less pleasant reason for his movement but despite running a search on him, had come up with nothing. It had been a relief to know his paranoid thoughts had been just that, paranoia although it had made him worry that perhaps the life of the cop was getting at him a little too much. Edward had always been good for keeping him from falling too deep into that sort of thing.
The hot dog stand thankfully came into view before he could brood too deeply on his lost partner, Zack easing the car into the nearest parking space. “Food run.”
Continued in: Restaurants etc: Street Vendor
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Mia
Rogue Werewolf
Bicycle Courier
A billion tonnes of light explodes, we are illuminated now.
Posts: 9
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Post by Mia on Jan 6, 2008 21:48:17 GMT
POST TIME SKIP.
"Hey! Half-pint!"
A screech of brakes and a huff of breath followed the hail. Mia Gillespie rolled her eyes dramatically, sitting back on her BMX, Etnies firmly planted on the ground, waiting for the lights to change at the intersection. Subtly she rolled backwards and forwards on the balls of her feet, a sure sign that she was feeling impatient and had energy to burn, it never had to be the full moon which got her into such a mood, she'd spent the day on her bike, riding for other people, delivering packages across town and now she wanted to ride for herself. The appearance of one of her fellow couriers from StopWatch was hardly helping her mood either, especially when he called her 'Half-pint' as a way of hailing her, what a loser. With a sigh she acknowledged his presence; "What do you want, Stanley?"
Stan snorted, rolling up alongside Mia and leaning his forearms against his handlebars as he looked at her sidelong, annoyance at the use of his full name, which was the height of un-cool, barely masked in his expression. "Same thing I always want, Mini-Mia."
"Blow me."
Making a hurt sound, slapping a hand over his heart and grimacing, Stan scoffed, "What? You chicken shit all of a sudden that I'm gonna steal your route?"
Just like that they were back to the same old argument, the same old pissing contest, the macho-underworld that was being a cycle courier. Everyone was out for the best routes; the best riders got the best districts, it was no secret. Mia happened to consider herself the best - the fact that she had a few superhuman tricks up her sleeve was entirely beside the point - and her track record supported that. So the arguing wasn't worth the bother, but hat had never stopped her before, Mia couldn't help herself. "Couldn't if you tried," she countered, expression bored, eyes remaining trained on the red glow of the traffic lamps, as though the male beside her were below her level of interest, which was in fact more or less the truth. "Jez needs people on the main routes who can ride worth a damn. You don't qualify, nimrod."
There was silence a moment, silence between the two cyclists underneath the rumbling of the nearby motors.
"Race ya for it." Stan said suddenly, staring at Mia.
Mia laughed, some would say cruelly, but finally looked at Stan, eyebrows raised in disbelief; "What the fuck? Are you high?" she paused, "I'd kick your ass before the first corner."
"Yeah? Well if you're so damn sure you can beat me what're you 'fraid of, huh?" he pushed her a little, rolling forwards to get into her line of sight as she shrugged and sighed, looking away, "Prove it. Pipsqueak."
At that that brunette's eyes snapped back to the weedy Stanley, barely containing the green flash of her wolfen colouring that wanted to flare up. Stupid human moron. For a moment she sized him up, considering his challenge; the wolf in her wouldn't allow her to pass it up that was for damn sure and Stan was staring her down. Or trying to. Mia didn't flinch. "What do I get if I win?"
Stan pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and waved it under her nose, causing the lycanthrope to narrow her eyes at him. That sealed the deal.
"Street only." She said, "One shot, no whining."
"Finish?"
"The outskirts, where we always finish."
As if on cue the lights changed, flooding the area in the cool green glow. Mia grinned, kicking off from the asphalt and slamming her feet onto the pedals as she took off, calling over her shoulder to Stanley as he hurried to follow suit, jerking out of his slouched position. No way he could beat her, she knew the city like the back of her hand, and she had strength and stamina that little Stanley-no-chin couldn't even imagine. This was one of those rare times where she knew she wasn't going to hold back in order to cover those things up, her competition deserved to have their ass wiped across the floor. From behind her he shouted a curse word, to which Mia just laughed and lifted her right hand off the handgrip long enough to give him the finger over her shoulder.
Continued in; Back Alleys
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Devin
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
Posts: 75
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Post by Devin on Jan 24, 2008 20:11:58 GMT
Continued from: Lunacy; Club Exterior and Alleys
As they walked along, Devin looking at the humans they passed, sizing them up but not making any actual plans for any of them this time, he wondered how long it would take someone to find the body that they had left behind. They had left a trail of bodies behind them, doing what they did and picking up when they needed to in order to continue in a new city, and Devin could silently admit that he sometimes wondered who they were forcing their victims to leave behind. Surely some of them had had children, spouses and/or someone else who would miss them; that was one of the many things that Devin didn't allow to get to him. It wouldn't do to start letting something like that start working its way through his shield, affecting him and perhaps convincing him to give up one of the very few activities that he actually enjoyed. Maybe that was helping to push him slowly over the edge that he was afraid of, but he had convinced himself that he was fine- that if he stopped he really would be lost.
"Look at them," he said softly. "Moving around, acting like they really believe that they're living- that they're not missing anything by leading their dull, day-to-day lives."
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Kaida
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
we can get together, and i'm going to tie your wrists with leather
Posts: 78
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Post by Kaida on Jan 25, 2008 20:35:55 GMT
She breathed deeply as they moved, drawing in all the scents of those they passed, toying with the faces in her mind as they flashed so rapidly past her. For a moment, Kaida let herself think of the sort of fun she could have with each and everyone of them, even if on the outside she remained firmly pressed against Devin’s side, not even responding to a flirting look from a male that normally would have sent her predatory hunger into over-drive. It wasn’t the time to play that sort of game. Instead she focused on the evening breeze, the cool feel of the air and the solid and comforting presence of her mate beside her.
“Let them think they are alive. That it’s living they are doing… mere existence is all they deserve anyway,” Kaida murmured, the back of her hand brushing along Devin’s wrist in a moment of tender touching, her knuckles tingling at the contact. Even now, after all the time they had spent together he had the power to take her breath away, to make her want and part of her was annoyed at herself for that, for allowing any sort of control over her.
“Inferior, the lot of them.”
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Devin
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
Posts: 75
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Post by Devin on Feb 18, 2008 15:59:10 GMT
When his mate spoke, Devin’s eyes went to her, listening and taking in her words, nodding his agreement as he brushed past some woman who, on a lot of nights, might’ve been ideal for him to take home. Tonight, though, he had no interest in such things. He really just wanted to spend the night with his mate, but if she decided that she wanted to find someone for the night along the way, he supposed that he could always reconsider and, if he decided to, he would find someone as well. If he was still of the opinion that he wasn’t in the mood for it, he would just go home and try to relax.
“Do you think they’ll ever clue into how wrong they are in thinking they they’re living? I think they’re too simple to realize it without someone pointing it out to them.”
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Kaida
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
we can get together, and i'm going to tie your wrists with leather
Posts: 78
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Post by Kaida on Feb 25, 2008 20:34:32 GMT
She took another deep breath as they carried on walking, drawing in all the different scents of those around them, human and wolf. So many different emotions riding high even out on the main streets of the city at this hour and Kaida felt that if she darted her tongue out to taste the air she would have been able to taste all the city was thick with; the lust, the fear. Each of the two as delicious as the other, winding together and heightening the senses, like some kind of natural drug.
“Doubtful my love and no doubt for the best. They may be simple but there are too many of them if they knew the truth, if they knew about us… like rats they are, swamping everything in sight and destroying all they see. You know humans, they fear anything different.” She sniffed as she spoke, distaste for humans as a whole evident in her tone, even if there was some kind of begrudging respect audible as well, for the sheer amount of mayhem and devastation humankind were responsible for.
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Devin
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
Posts: 75
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Post by Devin on Mar 2, 2008 18:13:01 GMT
As always, there were conversations going on all around them, some verbal, some not so much, but all understandable just the same so long as one could speak the language. The conversations, however they were being held, spoke of dreams and fears, love and hate, lust and loathing, even if those having the conversations might not really realize it themselves. Humans were dense that way, but that was what made them so much fun to toy with, especially when they could be convinced that they were receiving the proper ‘signals’ when in all actuality, what they were seeing and what they were getting were going to be two completely different things. It was how they were carried out that made the big difference.
“True enough. If they knew even half of what we know…” He gave a shake of his head. Their tiny brains might explode out of the sheer vastness of the true world, but likely only after they destroyed it.
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Kaida
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
we can get together, and i'm going to tie your wrists with leather
Posts: 78
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Post by Kaida on Mar 3, 2008 0:02:39 GMT
As much as humans liked to portray the idea in popular fiction that werewolves, vampires and anything else that lurked in the dark were the true monsters – Kaida would happily agree that she and Devin were monsters, although only to someone moments before their death – humans as a whole seemed far more tuned to the darker side of their personalities. They always seemed so desperate to blame something other than themselves as well; children were out of control because of television, people committed crime because they saw it on computer games and people killed because the devil told them so.
With wolves they had the truth as a child; there was a beast in them and they could either chain it up, imprison it or they could let it run free and be true to their nature, be that nature good or bad. Either way, their choices were their own. “And therein is the fun Devin… teaching them the truth, letting them understand how pointless they are right before the end.”
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Devin
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
Posts: 75
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Post by Devin on Mar 9, 2008 0:43:53 GMT
Devin had tried to chain the beast- and had succeeded for a while- and though he didn’t blame anyone else for his change of mind (and mental state), there had been events that had led up to him deciding to release the beast again. He could have controlled himself now, but the thing was, he didn’t want to. Why should he? There were people who didn’t bother to control their desires and simply went out and did what they wanted, so why shouldn’t he and Kaida? Certainly, if the pack whose territory they were in- if not both- found out, he and his mate would find themselves faced with a lot of angry wolves, but why should they worry about that when there was no reason to be yet?
“And then at the end, when they realize how tiny and insignificant they really are- that they aren’t the top predatory any more…” He let his voice trail off. Seeing that much pure fear in a person never failed to brighten his day.
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