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Post by ashwind on Oct 8, 2019 1:34:03 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur🦇 here
you're more than welcomme to post a character form, though it's not necessary
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Post by ashwind on Oct 8, 2019 1:34:32 GMT -5
It had been over forty-eight hours since Detective Stephen Richards had slept. His most recent case which involved three connected murders, and a possible four more, had taken hold on his life like no other case before. The way these people were killed, was with extreme care and what seemed like love. There were several examples that showed that the perpetrator had shown great care for the victims before they were drained of all their blood. This was more than some psycho pretending to be a vampire. This was carefully thought out, and even more carefully executed. It was straight out of a horror movie. Terrence Gladwell. The most recent victim was a young, twenty four year old male. Large amounts of [insert heavy drug here, not sure what the forum rules are on this] in his system, no job, a laundry list with law enforcement. The other victims were similar, they were just losers, people with nothing to live for.
"Steve, hey Steve. Steve? Jesus Steve, did you even go home last night?" A voice called. Stephen shook his head, pulling himself back to reality. "Yes?" The person rolled their eyes. "Yeah, okay, that's what you said yesterday morning. Come on, get some fresh air. You've got thirty minutes before the new rep comes in from Bristol. Go down to the second floor and shower. I stopped by your apartment earlier this morning and grabbed your toiletries and another suit." The man ushered Steve out of his chair, pushing him out of the door, handing Stephen his suit and toiletries in a plastic bag. "Thanks Jerry." Stephen muttered, tossing the suit over his shoulder and took the bag in his hand, absentmindedly making his way down to the showers on the second floor. Around thirty minutes and four cups of coffee later, Stephen was back in his office, staring at a list of names including potential assailants, it would only be a matter of time before the new detective arrived, but that was the last thing on Steve's mind. I'm gonna find you... whoever you are. If only he knew how close he was...
[sorry this is so short. i wasn't really sure how to start this off. ^^']
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 8, 2019 2:11:25 GMT -5
(Dead tired! I'll reply tomorrow!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 8, 2019 17:41:28 GMT -5
Marian Conway was ever so slightly board. Not like that meant much. Conway was often board and not many people could help that. Being a 'rep' felt much like being an exchange student and he'd never liked being either. But it did give him new people. A new view on life. He had slept, unlike Detective Stephen Richards, and he looked it too. His hair was neatly combed - thoughtful - and his clothing was clearly picked out to both impress and be respectful. Not exactly 'official', perhaps, but not in some raucous color. Everything from his tie to his shoes was in a pale, almost emerald green. The fabric was perfectly fine, and the shade was subdued enough that it could be considered work casual. Then again, a careful observer would have probably pointed out that it very purposefully matched his eyes. Conway didn't much mind that the man he approached was not only slightly rumbled from a not too long ago shower, but Conway could clearly smell the halo of coffee around him. The man almost took a step back, then collected himself and his expression. Really, it wasn't the time to get ... nervous. "Hello?" he inquired. "Are you Detective Stephen Richards?" The question was probably a bit rude, since there was a placard in front of the detectives desk. But Conway sounded hesitant enough that it might just have been because he was unfamiliar with the new area. In truth, Conway knew the man was exactly the person he'd been directed to. The desk itself reeked of him (not in a bad way, Conway supposed, but coffee clearly was often consumed there. As well as some form of candy shoved into the third drawer down. Chocolate, perhaps. Also, the paperwork the man was holding had ink in Richards' signature which matched the same shade on the signature in the OUT box on the desk. Really ... there was no doubt who this was). Conway had only asked because he wanted to be sure the man was actually awake. He probably had enough caffeine in his blood system to keep Conway awake for a millennium.
(Edit: I tend to post match, so sorry this is short as well! )
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 11, 2019 13:39:04 GMT -5
(If you need me to make any changes, just shout. ^^ Hope life is treating you alright!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 31, 2019 1:06:29 GMT -5
( ashwind You still interested in this or nah?)
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