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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 13, 2020 0:54:45 GMT -5
Time supposed Norman did have a point; he had been here first, but that didn’t mean he could just claim this table as his and keep everybody else away from it for as long as he stayed at the bar. Besides, it was probably about time for him to leave anyway. He wasn’t sure where he would go next or anything like that, but Time was sure he had overstayed his welcome. It wasn’t like he had planned staying all night in the first place. ”It’s fine, really,” he replied, casting quick glances at all the other men now surrounding the table. ”I shou-” He never finished his sentence, Samhian piping in.
The dark haired man gave a lazy sounding chuckle all the while shaking his head. ”What he told me all sounded pretty interesting. I wouldn’t dismiss everything he’s said just yet.”
While Samhian had been talking, Time was doing what he could to subtly get up and leave, but that plan was suddenly given up on when he heard Ives mention that Norman was a detective.
Instantly Time froze and he stiffened in his seat. His heart began to pound in his chest so loud and hard he was sure everybody in the bar could hear it. If Norman was a detective...if he fought crime and all of that stuff…
A realization hit him.
He had given Norman his name.
He hadn’t mentioned his last name, and even if he had been asked he would have made something up, but they had just had the whole “Times a unique name” conversation. If Norman wanted to he could look up Time’s name and probably find something out there about him. There was no doubt in Time’s mind that Norman had the power to do that, especially with him being a detective, somebody who specialized in picking up on the smallest of information and turning it into some sort of lead.
He needed to leave. He needed to get out of here. He had said too much. All of this was going to come back and bite him, he just knew it.
Time hadn’t been aware of the ringing in his ears blocking all the noise out until it was cut through with a more direct comment toward him.
”In a hurry to leave? Did something spook you?”
It was Samhian, and while Time had heard the questions and registered he was being spoken to, all he could do was shake his head, the panic inside him making it hard to form any words or even coherent thought. He was trying his best to pay attention, to keep up with anything that any of the other men might be saying, but it was hard. All he could really focus on was the panic and the need to leave, but at the same time would that be too suspicious to just leave after Norman’s occupation was brought up? That would surely raise some kind of questions.
Samhian rolled his eyes. ”Cat must have got his tongue. Maybe it is time you leave then, wouldn’t want to ruin the night for any of us.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 13, 2020 2:56:39 GMT -5
Now, Norman had been a detective long enough to know when something was about to escalate, and he had been a pain in everyone’s rears for even longer, which gave him a bit of an edge in this sort of situation. Here’s what he knew so far: Ives was way too drunk to think clearly or do anything helpful right now, Samhian was attractive but a jerk, which was the type of men Norman ended up dealing with far too often, and Time...honestly didn’t deserve to get mixed up in all this, and Norman couldn’t help but feel a little guilty too since he had come over here and interrupted the guy when he was clearly trying to drink his sorrows away with juice. So he really didn’t need to deal with any of this.
Jumping into action, Norman stood up and placed himself in between Time and Samhian, looking up at the dark haired man with a steady gaze. ”No offense, Sam, but you’re the only one ruining the night right now, so how about you back peddle that attitude and we start over before someone does something he’ll regret?” He suggested, planting his feet firmly in the ground as he looked up at the other man, as if silently daring Samhian to push his limits.
He kept his stone-cold gaze, never breaking eye contact and not planning on backing down either. Time didn’t deserve this, especially since Norman was the reason all these people were at his table, causing a ruckus, so Norman wasn’t about to sit there and let things get worse for him. That just wasn’t fair.
However, as much as he would’ve continued to have a stare down with the other man, Ives seemed to have other plans as he seemed to finally, vaguely come out of his drunken trance.
Letting out a gasp, Ives thumped his hands on the table. “Those jerks from earlier finally stopped hogging the karaoke machine!” He exclaimed happily, clumsily getting up to his feet as he tugged Norman away from the other two and then gently shoved Samhian to the chair to sit down. ”You two don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back,” he promised before continuing to try and drag Norman with him. “Come on, come on, come on, before someone else takes it!”
Now, Norman wasn’t all that sure about leaving the table right now...but there clearly wouldn’t be any convincing Ives to stay, and karaoke had been the one thing he had been sort of excited about when he found out about all this.
So, letting himself get dragged off, Norman paused to glare back at Samhian, pointing two of his fingers at his own green eyes before he pointed them back over to Samhian, the universal gesture for “I’m watching you, so don’t try anything.”
Hopefully, Samhian would get the gist.
”We gotta go find Tortie and get her to sing with us too!” Ives continued, happily oblivious to all the tension he had just left behind at the table.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 14, 2020 0:42:49 GMT -5
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Time wasn’t sure what he should do in this situation. He wanted to leave, but in doing so that would be suspicious, but if he stayed then this Samhian guy was totally going to do something to him. If anything happened then this was be a good time to actually be like the rest of his family. They didn’t have any problems with putting people in their place. They would take somebody like Samhian and flay him. Literally.
Even by the time Norman got between him and the other man, Time was still lost in his thoughts mostly. He was able to hear what Norman was saying, but the panic was still blocking a lot out. He couldn’t even register it completely that the redhead was standing up for him, well, maybe not quite standing up for Time, but he was certainly telling Samhain off after the last comment he had made.
The black haired man visibly rolled his eyes, letting out a chuff of something like disgusted amusement - Time didn’t know how those two emotions went together, but Samhian somehow made a noise that sounded like the combination of those two things - toward Norman. ”Your threat has me terrified,” he replied coolly. ”But if starting over is what you’d like, then I can make that happen.”
Okay, okay, maybe now really was the time to go. Even if Samhian said he’d start over, Time wasn’t so sure that would be the case. There was just something...off about Samhian that he didn’t like.
But once again he wasn’t able to make his escape. At least this time it wasn’t because his thoughts had him frozen.
Ives had spoken up again, and by the time had finished, it was clear to Time that he was going to be stuck here for a while longer.
And he was going to have to stay with Samhian. Alone.
Great.
Swallowing dryly, he looked over at the other man who gave him a narrow look in return. Instantly, Time wanted to just shrink in the chair and fade away.
This was going to be fun.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 15, 2020 15:15:24 GMT -5
JULES ::
TJ wasn't wrong about red being Jules's color. It made him look far more striking at any opportunity and it as the warmest of any of the colors. Sure, orange and yellow may be on the warm side of the spectrum, but they also felt too cold (or not that pretty in orange's case, it wasn't a favourite color of Jules), then obviously purple, blue, and green wouldn't suffice. Though, blue did seem to work out really way with TJ and his personality. He did fit something of the cool spectrum of colors, though neither purple or green really fit him. Few people ever fit green, but they were always interesting people when they did.
Of course, Jules was a little surprised at the extra tangent following that. "That sounded really specific." Unless Jules was really that bad at noticing fandom drama... which would be pretty acute since he generally didn't find himself observing a fandom. He vaguely heard about things a lot of the time, but he never really found himself watching some of those extremely popular shows that everyone obsesses over.
Jules shrugged a bit and followed TJ back into the people-filled precinct.
They probably should have expected some kind of feedback from the other detectives. He was ready to shove in her face that the two of them looked spectacular and she might want to update her own wardrobe, but it seemed TJ and her had a swell enough back and forth that he just kept his mouth shut and staring.
Until that closed mouth staring turned into something of a quick grin with realization in his eyes. Val, Val "I'm putting my motorcycle on the line for this crazy and insane bet the precinct is doing because I treasure it a bunch and would rather die before letting any of my coworkers touch it,' Ruiz, was letting Jules and TJ take her bike for a case. Now, Jules knew for a fact it wasn't because he was on the case that she was lending them the bike, so his immediately darted to TJ. And then back to Val. And then back to TJ with a terrible, knowing grin on his face.
Jules nodded quietly in confirmation they'd be careful with her bike, the grin not really leaving his face as he and TJ stepped onto the elevator.
And once they were in the close and secured area, Jules did confirm that, "I do indeed know how to ride a motorcycle. No need to worry about that.... Personally, I'm just worried about Val given her willingness to let us use her motorcycle... Happen to know anything that could lead her to do that, TJ?"
CAT ::
"Everything looks peaceful. If the picnic basket thief is here, I don't think they've hit anyone yet," Cat said. People would more likely be running or furious or some kind of gathering of people may be made. But it looked like a normal day out here. The benefits to that in specific though were that in the case the thief was planning on hitting today, miraculously, that they might be able to stop them a lot sooner.
But that did require a lot of waiting around with no guarantee, so talking to people would be better. There was a hope that enough people went here daily they'd be able to tell the pair of detectives something about the case and matter. "Want to split up and ask people or are we sticking together on this?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 15, 2020 16:00:42 GMT -5
N nodded. Cat made a very valid point there. If somebody was out stealing picnic baskets right now then there would be a lot of commotion going on. People would be out looking for their baskets, angry and confused, and right now N didn’t see a single angry or confused person. ”Maybe this means we can stop them before they get another basket. If they’re here today,” the sargeant added, but surely the perpetrator would be out today. It was too nice of a day with too many people baskets could be stolen from for them to not be out at the park somewhere.
At Cat’s question, he was going to answer that it might work better if they split up for now. This wasn’t exactly a dangerous case, and splitting up would mean they would get to talk to more people in less time, and if something did happen they could easily find one another. But before he could speak up and give his answer he heard an ominous honk coming from behind him. Random noises at a park weren’t all that suspicious, but this one noise sounded like trouble.
Turning to see what the source of the noise was, N found himself looking right at a pretty big goose staring straight at Cat with what he could only describe as murder in its eyes.
”Okay, before we do anything, you might want to slowly walk away…” He didn’t have a lot of experiences with waterfowl, but even somebody new to geese could tell that this one was out for blood.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 15, 2020 16:05:15 GMT -5
Norman could tell that Samhian didn’t take the threat seriously. Though he expected that too, if he was being honest. People rarely took him seriously. Norman’s best bet was that it was his size. There just wasn’t a whole lot to be intimidated by when you were just barely 5 foot, had next to no obvious muscle on you, and kind of looked like a pale, dying leprechaun in their last couple days of life. Still, he was used to this kind of behavior and returned Samhian’s cool comment with a look to rival it. “Mm, yes, I can see you shaking in your shoes,” Norman told him dryly. ”Just don’t cause any trouble-“ Before he could continue, he was being dragged off by Ives and had to settle for a glare and a gesture instead.
Hopefully Samhian got the point.
Once they were further away from the table, Ives let go of Norman and looked over at him. “Okay, you go find Tortie, and I’ll go set up a song, this way we don’t risk losing it to someone else again,” Ives explained and darted towards the stage before Norman could argue.
Norman sighed and rubbed his temples.
Well, he should probably go find Tortie.
Luckily it didn’t take him long to find her, though he kind of wished he hadn’t even when he did.
Pulling her away from the group she had somehow managed to attract, Norman filled her in on everything. “You, me, Ives, karaoke, but we need to be quick,” Norman explained and cast a glance towards Time’s table.
He still didn’t trust that Samhian guy, attractive or not.
TJ fidgeted slightly on the elevator ride down. It had been about a week since he had last been on the motorcycle and he wasn’t entirely ready to give it another go, but he also couldn’t say no, he had picked the outfits and Val had offered the bike and it would be rude to say no, and he didn’t want to do that to her. TJ struggled to say no to people in general and if had gotten to the point where he had almost eaten a donut because someone refused to take no for an answer, - luckily he had been able to distract them and throw the donut away before they realized what had happened - nothing against donuts in particular, TJ just didn’t fancy the idea of getting super sick from eating one. He had celiac disease and food was a little harder to come by for him, donuts did not fit into that category.
But anyways, the point was that TJ struggled to say no to people, and for some reason it was even worse with Val. TJ assumed it was probably because she was sort of intimidating, but like...in a cool way, and she had those “love me tender” eyes. How was he supposed to say no to that?
Jumping slightly when Jules spoke up, TJ looked over to him and smiled. “Okay good, I’m glad you know how to drive because I do not,” he explained and started to fiddle with his fingers, thinking about the upcoming ride on the motorcycle. “Back on the motorcycle...cool...cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool,” he muttered to himself, doing his best not to scream or something like that.
Looking back over at Jules, TJ tipped his head in confusion. “What do you mean? Val’s really nice, she’s just helping with our case,” he told Jules simply, not really getting what the big deal was. Val was just trying to help them out, you know, like pals did. It wasn’t that hard to understand.
Pausing for a second, TJ shuffled his feet.
The elevator opened up and he walked out, a silence hanging in the air for a moment before he quickly added: “So uh, I should warn you, I might uh...I might scream, the last time I rode this thing didn’t exactly go well,” he admitted with a small shrug.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 15, 2020 16:34:36 GMT -5
In the time since Tortie had gone off to do her own thing and now, she had found herself getting rather close with a trio of girls that had come to the bar not too long after Tortie and her group had. After some drinks and a lot of flirting, Tortie had gotten rather comfortable with two of the girls - Zoe and Abigail. The third, Lillian, just didn’t seem to be in the whole bar thing and it was clear the other two had dragged her along even if she didn’t want to actually go. It was kind of like the whole Ives, Tortie, and Norman situation where the redhead didn’t want to go but the two friends dragged them along anyway.
At the point when Norman came along to drag Tortie off, she had Zoe, who was clearly pretty drunk at this point, in her lap, and while Tortie herself wasn’t all that drunk despite having downed a lot of alcohol by now, she was enjoying the lack of personal space just as much. Basically she had wormed her way into a friend group and was now making out with one of those friends. It was pretty nice, certainly a good way for the night to go.
Until the redhead of her friend group came over and she had to get Zoe off her lap for whatever Norman and Ives now had planned. She wasn’t exactly happy about that, but the prospect of karaoke was enough to keep her from getting too upset over anything.
Before she was dragged off too far, she shot the three women a look, winking toward them and blowing a kiss. ”Perhaps our paths will cross again someday,” she called out before turning to Norman. ”This karaoke better be worth it, I was about to get real lucky tonight.”
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 22, 2020 22:54:57 GMT -5
"I learned a while back, not by choice, but my friend-basically-sister Aria sorta forced me to. She had a whole phase regarding motorcycles and working on them," Jules explained. It was an interesting time and he was still certain the only reason she bothered to go into that phase was because his parents had made a comment about the matter during one of the few times they were home. Jules stood by the fact that Aria using his parent's money to buy a bike was energy he could never hope to have, but she definitely forced him along for the ride. He looked to TJ though in pity because it wasn't always fun for everyone.
He couldn't but turning the pity into squinted disbelief. And then pity again. "Oh boy. I definitely fear what you consider to be nice," Jules joked. Oh, but he had a feeling he knew. It was going to be a struggle watching the entire thing develop, but Jules figured it would be hilarious. So utterly hilarious to watch Val pine for this oblivious detective.
Val. Help a case by offering a motorcycle. TJ really had no idea. Hoo boy.
Still, he supposed he should ease the fears of him bikewise as they walked outside the building in an attempt to get to the bike. "Thought you wanted Fast and Furious," but a little snark didn't hurt in the process, "It's fine though, you can just close your eyes and hang on or something." That was a common solution to the issue anyhow.
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Well, Jules was glad to have reached the destination of the supposed racings. Moving off of the bike, he could see the gathered crowd in the area currently waiting for the race to actually start. Much else? Jules couldn't observe off the bat due to the amount of people He vaguely nodded to TJ in mention, "Pretty sure we're here."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 23, 2020 1:54:52 GMT -5
“First of all, ew,” Norman started, sending Tortie a look that was a mix of both disgust and tiredness. He really didn’t need to know about Tortie’s love life, or what exactly she meant by “get real lucky” though he had a good idea by now. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew what people did with other people and it wasn’t like he hadn’t at least participated in a couple heated make out sessions himself, beyond that? Well that was a different story, but that didn’t matter, intimacy was more than just physical anyways and didn’t matter in the long run.
“Second-“ Norman continued, starting to walk towards the stage. ”You’re not the only one missing out on things here, okay? I was either about to get into a fight with a guy or kiss him, I’m not actually sure how that was gonna go, probably a fight,” he explained, hurrying his step. Quite frankly, Norman really didn’t know. Samhian seemed like a bit of a jerk, but also...the night could’ve gone well, Norman honestly did not know.
Shaking his head a little, Norman attempted to climb up onto the stage. It wasn’t too high up, but it was still high enough that he couldn’t just step onto it.
Trying to lift his leg up onto the stage and pull the rest of his body up, Norman’s foot shot a fierce pang up his leg, making him wince and fall back over, landing on the ground of what he was sure was a horribly disgusting floor.
Frowning, Norman scrambled back up to his feet and tried to climb up again, determined to get up there by himself.
However after the second failure, he was really beginning to question if karaoke was really worth it.
That’s when he spotted Ives.
He gestured over to his friend for help and Ives responded by pointed over at the stairs that led up to the stage not far off.
Norman felt his face heat up in embarrassment.
Okay so there were stairs, that would be a lot easier and he should probably just use them.
But also, he had dug his grave already and he was determined to die in it.
So, frowning in determination, Norman backed up a couple steps and then ran right at the stage, launching himself into the air and right onto the stage in a dramatic display of “my foot is dying but I’m ignoring that in an effort to look cool” as he scrambled back up to his feet, nodding slightly in approval as he walked over to Ives and brushed off his jacket, feeling around for his scarf.
“So, what song did you pick?” He asked aloofly, adjusting the scarf around his neck.
Ives smiled and showed Norman the screen. ”Tadaaaa, I thought it was fitting for you,” Ives explained in a slightly slurred out voice.
Norman looked down at the screen to see the chosen song and instantly frowned. “Bad Romance by Lady Gaga? Ives I hardly see how that applies to me-“ He started, only to get shushed by Ives.
“Shh, it’s about to start, no more talking, from now on, we only sing!” He declared and before Norman had time to argue, the song started up and he hurriedly grabbed one of the microphones, throwing the other one at Tortie.
“~ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, caught in a bad romance!~” Norman started, following along to the words of the song as they appeared on the screen.
Sending Ives a dirty look, Norman continued on. “~Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah, roma-roma-ma, gaga, ooh la-la, want your bad romance, ra-ra-ah-ah-ah, roma-roma-ma, gaga, ooh la-la, want your bad romance!” Now, it had been awhile since Norman had sang in public, as he usually kept his singing for just himself and maybe friends and family, however it didn’t take him long to get into it, especially as the song continued.
Norman had always enjoyed singing, especially since he sucked at any instrument he had tried to use. Singing though, that came as second nature to him, so much so that back when he had been in high school, and even a little bit afterwards, he had actually been a lead singer in a band.
Of course...it was a band of nerds.
Thaddeus, Beau, and Norman all looked and frankly acted like your typical nerds, and while yes Shiva and Ives had always been a bit cooler than them, they hadn’t exactly been super popular...except for that last year, where Beau had somehow, exact all odds, become one of the most popular kids in school. Almost like the king.
But that wasn’t the point here.
No matter how easily singing came to him, it always took him a second to get into it, at least in front of others.
“~ I want your ugly, I want your disease, I want your everything as long as it's free, I want your love, love, love, love, I want your love, hey
I want your drama, the touch of your hand, I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand, I want your love, love, love, love, I want your love~” As he continued on with the song, Ives sang along in the background.
He has improved a lot since their high school years, yet Ives still typically stuck to the background when it came to singing.
As the song continued on, Norman began to relax, forgetting about his surroundings and really getting into the song; at some point he had even taken his scarf off because it was getting hot.
The scarf had been thrown somewhere that Norman couldn’t see, but he was also a little too preoccupied to care.
By the time the middle of the song came up, Norman was fully focused on it, dipping into the French part with such ease. French was one of the languages Norman was fluent in, and by far the one he was best at, second to English obviously.
Finally, as the end of the song came up, Norman’s face was flushed red with excitement. “~ Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah, roma-roma-ma, gaga, ooh la-la, want your bad romance!~” He finished, panting hard as the music ended.
Smiling, Norman turned his attention to Ives and Tortie with a large grin plastered across his face. “Okay, I gotta admit, that was pretty fun, it’s been awhile since I’ve sung like that,” he admitted, smile never leaving his face.
Ives grinned back at him in response. “See, this is what I keep saying! We need to get all of Animal Instinct together for a musical reunion, then we can do all the songs,” he explained happily, nudging Tortie with his elbow. “Norman was the lead singer in our band, one year, we even played for Homecoming, it was awesome!” Ives explained with a grin.
Norman smiled in response. “It was pretty cool,” he agreed and glanced back over towards the crowds in the bar, tuning Ives out as he focused on the table in the back where Time and Samhian were.
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For TJ, the ride had been just as bad as before. He had held on tight and screamed the entire time, but it was over now and hopefully he wouldn’t have to get back on that thing.
Looking around, TJ took in the attire of everyone else there. There was a good mixture of what people were wearing and if anything, TJ thought he and Jules did fit in already.
Running a hand through his hair, TJ nodded in agreement to what Jules said. “Oh yeah, I think this is it, where do you think we should start?” He asked, glancing over at his partner.
However before anything else could happen, someone had spotted them and made his way over.
The man in question didn’t exactly look like he fit in here, he had a very light blondish orange hair that curled lightly around his ears and soft brown eyes hidden behind a pair of grayish green glasses, however the real zinger here was that instead of some cool leather jacket or something like that, this man chose to wear a light green long sleeve shirt with a gray sweater vest over it.
It wasn’t very intimidating and quite frankly, TJ was beginning to wonder if they weren’t the only undercover cops here, just...the other ones didn’t know how to dress like it was Fast and Furious.
The man - who couldn’t be more than 5’6” at most - looked up at them with suspicion evident in his eyes. “Hi, I don’t think I recognize either of you,” he started and gently pushed up his glasses, fixing them with an uncertain look. “You two new?” He asked, head tilted to the side.
TJ offered him a causal shrug. “Yeah we’re new, heard about the race going down and couldn’t sit it out, name’s Tony and this here is Tyrone,” he introduced with ease, pulling out what had to be a terrible New Jersey accent, he...he really needed to work on his accents more.
Luckily the strangely dressed man didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t care. “Right...I’m Beau, how’d you guys hear about this anyways?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 24, 2020 11:18:04 GMT -5
While she was disappointed over the fact that her spontaneous plans with the other girls was pretty much ruined, she had to admit she was extremely curious, and even invested, in Norman’s own “problems” that had been called off because of whatever was going on now. Tortie shot him a look, her lips pulled back in a sly smirk. ”You were gonna angry make out with somebody, weren’t you?” She couldn’t resist a laugh at the thought of that, adding, ”Aww, Norman has an anger kink. That’s cute, and I can totally see it.” Tortie didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about what Norman may or may not find attractive, but now that she was thinking about it, him finding anger attractive made sense. Not like she could fault him there or anything. There could be something exciting about anger.
While Tortie very well could make an entire scene out of that knowledge, she had other things to think about right now. It was easy for her to make it onto the stage, heading toward the stairs already thinking Norman would be right behind her; however, that wasn’t the case, and by the time she realized he hadn’t followed her on up she witnessed the grand display of him running and jumping onto the stage. That certainly couldn’t have been good for his foot, but hey, Norman was going to do what Norman was going to do, she wasn’t going to stop him there.
Once she had caught the microphone that had been thrown at her, Tortie instantly got into the whole karaoke thing, more likely than not being more of a nuisance with her singing than not. She wasn’t exactly the best, but she was having fun, and that’s what mattered in the end.
By the time the song had finished, Tortie was pretty out of breath between the singing and all the moving around she had done while on stage - if she was going to sing she was going to make sure to give a performance to go with it. She smiled over at Ives and Norman as she gathered her breath back, listening to the two of them mention being in a band together at one point. ”You were in a band? I didn’t think you’d be the type,” she admitted with a shrug. She couldn’t quite imagine somebody like Norman being in a band, but hey, everybody had their little surprises.
Still looking at Norman, she noticed him looking off toward the back of the bar. Curious, she followed his gaze. That’s when she realized he was looking toward two people in particular, one guy hunkered down in his seat looking uncomfortable, maybe even a little scared, with the other one standing above the one in the seat, his back turned to them to where Tortie couldn’t see his face, but she had a feeling there wasn’t a happy look on it but rather some smug smirk or annoyed grimace.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 25, 2020 1:57:10 GMT -5
Well, that was essentially the last sort of person that Jules expected to be here. He looked very put together considering this was supposed to be illegal racing and not mild get togethers. But, Jules had to admit, he looked good one way or another.
Of course, Jules hadn't thought that TJ would have picked out the names 'Tony' and 'Tyrone' of all things. He tried not to stare in slight dumbfoundedness over the matter since that would be far odder all in all. Instead he just lightly nodded along as TJ... Tony crafted a story for them. Except, he couldn't expect for his partner to be the only one to help make their presence believable.
"Nice to meet you Beau," Jules started off as to be polite. "Me and Tony here heard about this place on accident, were passing by a.... car shop," that sounded somewhat believable. If there was illegal car racing, things were bound to be damaged and sent to car shops and someone was bound to know about the reasons behind the accidents, "And we got a little curious in the matter ourselves."
"Luckily for us, Tony has himself a bike," there was no way Jules was willing to claim ownership of it and given that Val was willing to lend it to TJ in the first place, he got the prime responsibility, "so we came down here in order to see what kind of action we could get in on." Referring mostly to the gambling that should be going on in this place, but accurate nonetheless.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 25, 2020 3:55:28 GMT -5
“You’re going to need it,” Jason muttered when Hazel confirmed that they had insurance.
He still hadn’t told his sisters the real reason he’d suggested that all go visit Callie. They hadn’t for a while, and so he knew they wouldn’t be suspicious, plus they hadn’t seen Callie in so long he knew it’d be a surefire way of getting all the Dawson siblings together. But he’d really suggested this because he wanted to tell them all in person that he’d gotten engaged to his girlfriend, Sienna. He could just tell them over text but that wasn’t his style. And he missed them, anyway.
He followed Hazel and his sisters outside, but watched as Callie paused, her eyes fixed on something visible through the window between Hazel’s office and the bullpen.
“Hazel, that package wasn’t on your desk before, was it?” she asked “it doesn’t have a proper label on it, or even the precinct’s address.”
The writing wasn’t especially visible from where they were standing, but they could see well enough to note that there wasn’t enough writing for it to be an address. Looked like just Hazel’s name or ‘the captain of the 99’ or something of that nature.
All her usual fun jokiness had leached out of Callie’s voice, something which happened only very rarely, and was replaced by something more serious. Even her eyes seemed to grow colder and a little sharper. This was true detective mode; she’d been observant enough to notice the parcel and recognise that it hadn’t been there earlier. That was probably basic detective stuff, but Jason was still impressed. And a little unsettled to see his sister’s demeanour change like that; he knew that didn’t happen very often even at work. She never took anything seriously.
Callie’s blue eyes shot over to Val, who was working at her desk.
“Ruiz, did you see anyone go into Hazel’s office?”
Val’s own brown eyes met Callie’s and then travelled to the package on Hazel’s desk. She shook her head as she rose to her feet and moved closer to the group.
“No,” she said “but I was focusing on my work and I left a few minutes ago to check something from the evidence room, only just got back.”
“Was it there before you went to the evidence room?” Callie asked
“Don’t know,” Val replied “I don’t think so.”
“For god’s sake Ruiz,” Callie snapped “you can’t remember any better than that? You’re a detective, how did you not notice any of this?”
“Hey, you be careful,” Val warned “don’t test me, because you won’t win. You’re the one who brought your siblings into the workplace like it’s a fun family day out and not a functioning police precinct.”
This wasn’t true anger, even Jason could tell that. It was a very clear warning though, once Callie seemed to get very quickly, deciding to lay off Val. All the siblings were on high alert now though, ready to protect and stand up for their sister if Val tried anything more. They’d met Val once or twice before on precinct visits, so luckily this wasn’t their first impression, but it still wasn’t great. Callie had kind of insulted Val, though, and it was clear Val wasn’t used to that from Callie and was trying to set up some kind of boundary there, let Callie know she’d crossed a line.
Their little spat was over as soon as it had started, as both women looked to Hazel to see what she wanted to do about this mysterious package.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 25, 2020 14:15:14 GMT -5
Yeah, yeah, the band was my idea of course but our friend group all participated, we were really good...” Ives continued talking but by now Norman had faded out of the conversation, staring at the table with Time and Samhian. He could tell from here that something was going on, and frankly, Norman didn’t really like it.
Leaving Ives and Tortie to the stage, Norman climbed down and walked towards the table, a sense of purpose in his steps as he approached. “Hope you two are getting along,” he started dryly once he reached the table, surprised to notice that Ives had followed him off the stage, a sudden look of concern flickering across his view.
He’d worry about Ives later, right now he had to deal with all this.
“You know, Samhian, you definitively didn’t have to stick around, this is Time’s table, I’m sure we would’ve been able to find you if you had left the table too,” he continued, arms folded.
This is when Ives decided to intervene, walking over to join them at the table again. “Nori, I did tell them both to stay,” he started and Norman sent him a look.
“Yeah, but there’s a difference between awkwardly staying at a table to wait for someone and hovering intimidatingly in front of someone else that clearly don’t want you there,” Norman explained before looking back to Samhian and Time.
“So how about we finally leave Time alone, sound good?”
TJ froze when Jules said the bike was his. He...he definitely couldn’t pretend to own a bike, he didn’t even like the thing and was still quite sure it was what the devil rode to work on Mondays on. But well, Jules had gone along with the names, so it was only fair they TJ went along with the whole “yes the devil bike is mine” thing.
Luckily, Beau didn’t seem to notice how he froze. “Well if it’s action you want, you came to the right place,” he said and turned around, gesturing for the two of them to follow him as he began navigating his way through the crowds.
TJ cast an uncertain look to Jules before shrugging and following Beau.
Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.
Beau led them further into the crowd until finally they emerged on the other side, with a thinning crowd and a couple people that definitely looked more “Fast and Furious” talking by one of the parked cars.
“Hey guys, I found some new bike racers for you,” Beau called out to them, getting their attention.
TJ froze again.
Bike...racers?
The people in question looked TJ and Jules over, and one of the girls there folded her arms, frowning thoughtfully. “You sure about that, Beau? They don’t look like much to me,” she stated and TJ scrunched up his face at the insult.
Rude.
He put effort into making sure he and Jules looked street race ready.
Beau smiled in response and casually placed his hands in his pockets. “I know, but neither did I, come on Blix, give them a chance, besides we’re really low on bike racers,” he urged and the girl - Blix - seemed to consider this for a minute before slowly nodding along.
”Alright, I’ll bite, should make for an interesting race, if anything,” She stated and turned her attention to TJ and Jules. “Well, looks like you two got yourself a race,” she stated and started walking off, patting the two of them on the shoulder. “Get ready for your first race, you’ll be going up against Beau here,” she said before walking off.
Beau smiled pleasantly in response. “Tony, Tyrone, you should bring your bike out here, and I’ll go grab mine, it’s been awhile since I’ve done a bike race, I might be a little rusty,” he explained to them, laughing lightly as he walked away to go get his own bike.
Hazel’s gaze snapped towards her office, eyes landing on the parcel on her desk. It was impossible to tell what it was from here, but Hazel had been in the force long enough to take things like this seriously. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone that had it out for her and left a little “present” on her desk, and there had been some very serious situations involving it all, and this was no different.
Trying to remain calm, Hazel walked out of the break room, watching as Callie and Val got a little tense. “Hey-“ she started, giving each of them a stern look. “We don’t know what it is yet, and lashing out at each other isn’t helping anything,” she told the two of them, keeping her voice level. Spats happened, especially when tensions were high for whatever reason, but right now, Hazel was down to three detectives left in the precinct and she needed them to get it together if they were going to take care of whatever it was in there.
Waiting to make sure Val and Callie had simmered down, Hazel turned her attention back to her office. “Now, I’m going to go investigate, Callie, keep your siblings away from my office, Val, find Roswell and be at the ready in case we need to move quickly,” she ordered and took a deep breath before steadily walking into her office.
Now, Hazel didn’t know what to expect, but she knew there was a 50/50 percent chance that this could either be harmless, or very dangerous, but no matter what the situation, it was her job to investigate it. She was captain, this was her responsibility.
Upon further investigation, the box was a bit bigger, roughly the size of a cake box.
Hazel furrowed her brow and walked over to it, gently lifting up the lid to peak inside.
Immediately upon seeing what was inside, her eyes widened and she reacted quickly, briskly walking back out of her office and closing the door behind her. A new, guarded look had taken over her visage as she turned her steel cold eyes to the bullpen.
Everyone out! Now!”
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2020 23:45:26 GMT -5
Things had gotten worse for Time ever since Norman had left. For some reason the Samhian dude had stuck around, and while Time had never outwardly told the guy to leave, he had thought his body language was enough to say it. Yet Samhian seemed to have only attached to the uncomfortableness radiating around Time. And anytime he attempted to get up to just go ahead and leave, Samhian would move himself just enough to keep Time from leaving, keeping him trapped. He could probably hold his own if he tried to make a get away and Samhian jumped him, but Time really didn’t want to chance it. Plus, getting into a fight would only draw even more attention to him and that was the last thing Time wanted right now.
Before he knew it, another voice piped up from nearby. At first he was worried it was somebody coming to back up Samhian, but relief flooded him over when he noticed it was Norman and his friends that had potentially come to Time’s rescue.
Man, that just made him sound weak. He needed somebody to come to his rescue. If he truly was his parents’ son he’d be able to take care of Samhian no problem and wouldn’t need anybody’s help, but here he was.
Now feeling like the situation just got better and worse at the same time, Time hunkered down in hopes of going mostly unnoticed. He kept quiet, nervously watching and listening as everything went down, and it wasn’t long before Samhian stood tall over Norman, feline-esque amber eyes narrowing as he looked down at the smaller man. ”And what are you going to do if I don’t, huh? I’d like to see you try to tell me what to do.”
Oh no. Time could already tell this was not going to end well at all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2020 23:46:14 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 26, 2020 3:28:44 GMT -5
Now, Ives was fully aware that he was sort of tipsy right now. He had had enough drinks that they were all slowly beginning to take affect, however he wasn’t completely gone to the realm of alcohol yet.
Not yet anyways.
Watching as Samhain didn’t back down - not that many people did when faced with Norman - Ives felt the familiar sense of dread fall in his stomach like a pit.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle this as he was, he stopped one of the waiters and grabbed the drinks on the tray, putting down a twenty dollar bill and hoping that covered all of these, then he drank every single one as fast as humanly possible. He wasn’t sure exactly how many there were, but he counted roughly around 10.
Placing the empty glasses on other random tables and trays, Ives watched ad Norman stood his ground.
Now normally, if this was Ives, he probably would’ve punched the guy or something by now. Samhian was proving to be a jerk and Ives was not a fan of that.
However Norman typically did avoid violence as much as possible. He wasn’t like most people that egged others on like that.
No, in a lot of ways, he was somehow worse...and he meant that in a very loving and caring way.
“I’m going to remind you that we’re in a public place, and as such, we should try to act at least somewhat civilized-“ Norman paused to look him over, an unimpressed look crossing his face as he quirked his brow upwards and folded his arms. “Though it seems you struggle with that anyways,” he told the much taller man dryly.
Then Norman placed a hand on the table and looked up at Samhian with that sort of “I dare you to do something” glint in his emerald green eyes and Ives instantly got a bad feeling about this. “I know it’s hard for you,” Norman started, voice shifting into a much lighter tone, as if he was scolding a young child or a pet of some kind. “Being civilized is hard, but think you could try it out this one time? Or is that asking too much of you?” He questioned in the same tone.
Ives gulped and grabbed another random drink, downing it quickly and hoping this would stop soon, before he had to intervene.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 26, 2020 7:13:39 GMT -5
Hazel’s warning seemed enough to remind both girls of their responsibility. There were only three detectives in the precinct, and Hazel needed them all. Not to mention that there were three civilians with them, for whom they were responsible. This was serious.
Following their captain’s instructions, Val headed to find Roswell while Callie held her arm in front of her siblings and backed up, keeping them as far from the office as she could get them while still being able to hear Hazel and any instructions from her. It seemingly didn’t take Val long to find Roswell, because they appeared again moments later, though she’d once again apparently not given him much explanation about what was happening.
They all stood at the ready for a few tense moments, silently watching Hazel approach the package and open it. Callie and Val were both poised for action, Callie still protecting her siblings as she held her breath.
Hazel’s instructions chilled Callie’s blood.
But the group immediately sprung into action. Val stood back with Roswell to let Callie get her siblings out of the bullpen first, before the pair followed them out of the bullpen.
“Go, go!” Val encouraged, shepherding Missy at the back of the herd of Dawsons before her as they ran, Callie at the front with Lola, and Jason in the middle of the pack
Keeping civilians like Callie’s siblings safe was the main priority at this point. They had no idea what was happening, and they were clearly scared. Val seemed to Callie to know that, and wanted to get them all out as quickly as possible. They’d prepared for this kind of scenario plenty of times, though, so it wasn’t long before they’d gotten out of the building and were standing on the pavement.
Once outside, there was a moment when Callie and Val made eye contact, and shared a nod. Their little spat was forgotten, and more than that, they knew they had one another’s backs. The 99 had always been able to count on that knowledge.
“Everyone okay?” Val asked, looking at Callie and her siblings before turning her glance to the detective beside her “you alright, Roswell?”
Then Callie, still standing with her rather alarmed-looking siblings, who were clearly in a little bit of shock and confusion, looked over to Hazel.
“What was in there, Captain?” she questioned
She had a dreadful feeling that she knew what it was, and who they needed to contact, but she wanted to be sure.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 27, 2020 1:52:25 GMT -5
Hazel didn’t stop for a moment’s rest until she was sure the precinct was empty and everyone was at a safe distance, and even then her nerves prickled against her skin, refusing to let her calm down.
But she needed to focus, there was still a lot to be done about this.
Looking over to her detectives - the ones here at least - Hazel paused to catch her breath before she responded. “Bomb, no timer, already contacted the bomb squad, they’re on their way,” she said in between breaths, as she still hadn’t fully had her breath catch up to her yet.
Focusing on letting the air in and out, Hazel looked around at everyone else. Hazel had been around enough bombs in her life that she could tell the difference between a real one and a fake one, and that one had been real, but it hadn’t gone off, which was good, they had been able to get everyone out of there.
However it still left Hazel with plenty of questions. One, who planted the bomb? Two, when was it supposed to go off? Three, how big of a blast would it cause if it did go off?
She had more questions too, like why of course, but that one seemed simple enough. It was on her desk and had her name on it, so clearly someone wanted revenge on her for something.
Which meant that somewhere out there, potentially even in this crowd, someone wanted her dead and wasn’t afraid to put any number of other lives at stake to make sure that happened.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 31, 2020 1:40:50 GMT -5
Of course he had to deal with somebody who thought he could come in and do something to make Samhian leave. It wasn't like he was doing anything terrible. Sure, he was teasing and harassing somebody who clearly wanted to be left alone, but he wasn't going to do anything drastic. He was just having some fun. Wasn't that the point of going to a bar?
With a bored expression on his face, Samhian looked down at the redhead - Norman was his name if he remembered what he had been told, though it wasn't like he cared enough to remember - as he went on some rant about how Samhian needed to be nicer and how it must be oh so hard for him to be civilized. All of that would be pretty dang annoying if not for the fact that his attempt to reprimand Samhian was laughable. "Does this make you feel better about yourself or something? Why do you care so much about this, hmm? Your little friend here was doing just fine if that's what you're worried about." With that he turned his gaze toward the man who had been seated at the table first before all of this even went down.
Samhian huffed. "He's pathetic, why put effort into him?" The guy was an absolute mess. Hunkered down in his seat trying to look as small as possible. He seemed like he wanted to speak up and say something, but he was too scared to get any words out. Absolutely pathetic he was. Why anybody would waste their time on him was a mystery to Samhian.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 31, 2020 3:23:40 GMT -5
Norman inhaled sharply, keeping his gaze level as he looked up at the taller man. “Believe it you not, not everyone does everything for themselves,” he remarked coolly, pausing for a moment to glance back over at Time. He did look sort of pathetic right now, but it was a look Norman had seen time and time again from different people. It was the look of someone that was uncomfortable, even perhaps afraid, someone that didn’t want to be there but had no choice, someone that was dealing with a bully and someone that needed a little help.
Norman didn’t like seeing that look on so many people, but it had existed throughout all of time and been on plenty of other faces before and it was undeniably on Time right now.
Turning his attention back to Samhian, Norman did what he could to stay calm. “I could ask you the same thing, you’re the one putting an awful lot of effort into him right now, considering you won’t leave him alone,” he started, emerald green eyes becoming steel like as he pooled all his strength into hopefully looking somewhat intimidating.
A hard feat for him, as he wasn’t naturally intimidating in the slightest.
“So, I’m going to have to ask you to leave him alone, because the way I see it, you’re purposely antagonizing someone that has done nothing to you, and why?” He asked, raising his brow slightly, “Because that’s the kind of low life you are, you pick on the people that look weak in a poor attempt to assert dominance, when in reality? Nobody’s impressed and you just look like a fool,” Norman told him dryly,
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 2, 2020 3:54:08 GMT -5
Usually Tortie stayed out of these things. She let people deal with their own stuff and she’d just reap the benefits later if there were any to be gained. People could fight their own battles, but this was...this was honestly pathetic. Norman was talking some pretty strong game, but that’s all he was going to do. It was like a little Chihuahua just yapping its head off, acting like it was going to bite but never actually going through with it. After a while it just got boring and either needed to be quiet or just get over itself and at this point Tortie knew Chihuahua Norman wasn’t going to do either.
So it was time for her to take matters into her own hands.
Before doing anything drastic, Tortie called a waiter over who was carrying a tray of assorted beverages. ”Here, I’m just gonna borrow this real quick. Keep the change,” she told him as she handed over a twenty, hoping that would cover the drinks and then some. There was a confused look on the waiter’s face as she took the entire drink tray from him, and that’s when things got drastic.
Tortie jerked up the tray of drinks above her head and then, with a good amount of force, turned it upside down so that the drinks both spilled and slammed down on Samhian’s head along with the tray hitting him as well. She watched as the action caught him off guard, the surprise and impact of it all causing him to jerk forward and then stumble, the bottom of his chin slamming against the corner of the table. He then slid on down into the floor where, without missing a beat, Tortie gave him a hard kick to the side before letting out a sharp shriek of, ”That guy’s a drink spiker!”
Once she had created a pretty big scene, Tortie quickly glanced over at the guy who had been originally at the table. ”Go on, you better get out of here, too.” She didn’t wait to see if he actually listened, and instead she grabbed both Norman and Ives by their arms and started dragging them off toward the exit. ”Come on, we’ve got about ten seconds before he gets up and tries to stab us with broken glass, and I do not want to get stabbed at a bar again.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 2, 2020 15:06:24 GMT -5
Norman had gone still, waiting for some kind of reaction from Samhian, however instead of him doing anything, the next person to cause a commotion was none other than Tortie. Norman watched as the girl grabbed the tray of drinks and smashed it over Samhian’s head...unfortunately, due to their close proximity, Norman got caught in the crossfire and as glass shattered and beverages splashed, Norman soon found himself covered in a growing stain of something red - alcoholic, not blood, there was a pretty big difference there - and small shards of shattered glass had fallen into his hair.
Stepping back, he let out a noise he couldn’t quite explain. It was sort of like a high pitched “ack” of sorts if he was being honest here as he instantly started to shake the glass from his hair, however he didn’t have much time to do that because soon Tortie had grabbed both him and Ives and they were bolting out of the bar.
Once outside, Norman pushed his feet into the ground and put his whole weight into stopping.
It...didn’t work and instead he was just being dragged along now, and definitely ruining his shoes in the process.
Grumbling, Norman pried his arm away from Tortie and instantly fell back once the connection was broken.
Toppling over, Norman landed on the sidewalk with an “oomph” and tried his best to ignore the aching in his backside as he got back up to his feet. “Tortie, Ives, stop,” he instructed and if anything, at least Ives listened.
Once he felt like he had both their attention, he turned his gaze upon Tortie and gave an exasperated gesture with his hands. “What were you doing? I had everything under control, and hitting him with a tray full of drinks was way out of line,” he lectured, glaring up at Tortie with his arms folded.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2020 3:11:23 GMT -5
When Hazel said it was a bomb, Val was stunned. That was what she had been expecting, of course, but it was still a bit of a shock. Even Callie was stunned into silence, which honestly it took a lot to do that because Callie almost never shut up.
“Shit,” Val muttered
She had been an idiot to not notice the bomb in the office, Callie was right about that much. What kind of detective did that make her? She’d been out of the room when the bomb was placed in the office but she should have noticed the package on Hazel’s desk when she came back. These things happened, mistakes were made, sometimes detectives weren’t on their top game. But Val hated that, and she hated accepting anything less than her best work.
“So then the question is, who wants you dead?” Val asked, looking at Hazel
Of course, a bomb was an attack on the whole 99. But it had been in Hazel’s office, with her name on it so clearly the perpetrator wanted rid of Hazel specifically, as well as the rest of the 99.
“And we have to investigate this case without the resources of the precinct on our side,” Callie pointed out “we can’t go back in there until the building is cleared. No CCTV records from inside the precinct, no nothing.”
“Not from inside the precinct, sure,” Val replied “but we could try the buildings around the precinct, see if any have CCTV outside they could have caught someone walking toward the precinct.”
And of course, the first thing they needed to do was find out from Hazel if she had any enemies who might do this. That would narrow down the list of suspects considerably.
This case was close to them as detectives in the 99, but they had to handle this as they would any other investigation. Thankfully they had three detectives and Hazel, which was more people than would be working on most cases. They had a good chance of solving this.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 5, 2020 21:44:41 GMT -5
Hazel nodded along as Val and Callie talked, folding her arms and cupping her chin, however she paused once they had stopped and smirked. ”Who wants me dead?” She let out a sharp laugh. “Ha! More like who doesn’t want me dead, amiright?” She asked, letting out some faint chuckles as she looked from Val to Callie with an all too proud smirk on her face.
However as her laughter faded off, her face grew more serious as she dropped the act. “Anyways, my point still stands, I have a long, long, long list of enemies, I’ll start writing a list,” she told them and pulled a small notepad from her pocket and instantly started writing down names. “Anyways, while I’m doing this, Val, you and Roswell go check out the CCTV from the nearby buildings, see if you can spot anyone coming in with a box and out without one, and keep a look out for anyone suspicious, it could be a group effort here, like I said, a lot of people want me dead,” Hazel explained nonchalantly, never looking up from the notepad as she scribbled name after name down on it.
As she had rose in the ranks, she had put plenty dangerous people away and any of them that could’ve potentially escaped would definitely be after her.
Glancing up slightly, Hazel turned her attention to Callie. “I’m sorry Callie, but I need your siblings to leave, take them back to your place and come back, you and I can look into the people on my list, but I can’t have civilians running around with this hanging over our heads,” she continued and sent the detective an apologetic look.
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 9, 2020 16:24:07 GMT -5
Oh frick. Frick times thirteen- the unlucky number thirteen specifically- because this was not good. This was not what they had meant to sign up for. Not even close. They had planned on being observers put out some money for any bets and gambles going out there. Observe, observe, and arrest in the case they were correct that this was definitely doing some illegal practices here.
In no way did they mean to get involved into the races. Whelp! They were screwed. Simple as that. Sure, Jules could ride a motorcycle pretty decently well. He was in no way the best, but he could do it. But against someone that could and was probably trained to use one in races? Oh no. And what about TJ!?! The kid was screaming on their way over to this place.
Well, there was no getting out of this now so Jules gave TJ an unsure smile. "I can go first?" He offered.
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 9, 2020 16:24:34 GMT -5
Cat thought that everything would be going swell. She was out on a case with N where they had something of a shot on putting a stop to a thief. It was a pleasant day out. Things were going fine.
Of course, if things were truly 'going fine,' then Cat imagined she wouldn't have to be told to 'walk away slowly.' She wasn't one to let warnings go unheard and thus, she very carefully started to move. She was turning around first in order to view the threat. See if there was some kind of reasoning to be had.
She wasn't expecting a goose.
She felt all the energy in her body just drain the minute she looked down and found the feathery, demonic being just standing there and staring. She knew that look. She knew those eyes. It was familiar and she knew it, but she couldn't entirely pinpoint where she knew it. She knew she hadn't come across this goose before, but it never left out the possibility that it knew her.
She took a careful steep back, away from the creature before it decided she had been there too long for it's liking.
She should have expected that it didn't appreciate the sign of weakness.
With a very mature screech, the moment the bird lunged at it her for moving in such a way, Cat immediately started running because there was no way she was letting a goose take another bite out of her leg again. It was awful the first time that happened and she did not want a repeat of that. So, running was currently the only option until she found a place where the create would stop running after her.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 9, 2020 18:51:53 GMT -5
Fear was his meal of choice, and this particular human seemed to be full of it.
Most humans went through two emotions upon first seeing him. First, it was the admiration of seeing such a creature in its natural habitat. Then that admiration vanished when they realized he was getting closer and closer until eventually the humans were shaking with fear and running away. Humans were idiots and seemed to always forget that running only made things worse. It only made him more likely to go in for the kill. There was a certain thrill to the chase, and he always lived for it.
Now he was faced with two humans, both of which would make fine meals for his constantly growling stomach. The man was wary more so than afraid. As for the woman...
And there she went.
With a threatening hiss and a flap of his wings, the goose shot after the woman with only murderous intent. Out of the corner of his eye the goose could see the man following after his companion, but he seemed more worried about the human than afraid of the goose. Oh well, sometimes that was the case with humans. Either way the goose had a target and he wasn’t about to give up the chase.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 9, 2020 18:52:35 GMT -5
That probably hadn’t been the best way to handle things, but if she hadn’t intervened then it would have gotten nowhere and they’d still be there getting nothing done. There wasn’t much else Tortie could have done. Besides, that place was a bar, and bars saw fights all the time so it wasn’t like she had done anything too out of the ordinary.
It wasn’t until Norman pulled his arm away from Tortie’s grip that she stopped to look at him, watching as he fell onto the ground. Luckily he was able to get back up on his feet easily enough, but as soon as he was back standing Tortie caught the glare. Looked like Chihuahua Norman was about to make his attack on her now. ”We would have been there all night listening to you argue with that guy if I didn’t do something. He’s lucky all I did was hit him upside the head,” she replied a bit tartly in defense of herself and pointing out what was obvious to her. If Norman wanted to get defensive over it then he could, but Tortie had her own comebacks to throw his way if he wanted a fight still.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 9, 2020 19:43:22 GMT -5
This was...this was bad. Somehow they had gotten themselves all tangled up in a race, and not even just a normal car race or like, a normal bike race or even just a good ol' leg race, now that was a race TJ could do. He was pretty quick on his feet and had been in track back in high school, why couldn't this have been a race like that? He could've done that, but no, instead they were going to have to do a motorcycle race.
"Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool," TJ mumbled under his breath, letting out a small puff of breath.
Well, that settled it, he was going to die today and that stupid devil bike was what was going to do him in.
Trying not to show how nervous he was, TJ absentmindedly agreed with Jules. "Yeah, yeah, okay, sure," he said and only once the words had left his mouth did he realize what Jules had actually said.
He was volunteering to go first.
Oh...that was...that was nice of him.
TJ nodded to him and gave him an encouraging smile and a set of finger guns. "You've got this, Jules, I bet you could even win," he said, gesturing his head back towards Beau as the other man got ready for the upcoming race. "He doesn't look very intimidating, you've got this in the bag," TJ reassured him with a smile, hoping that helped a little.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Apr 9, 2020 20:44:23 GMT -5
Norman kept his glare as he stared up at Tortie. “I was talking him down, he was going to leave and we definitely didn’t need to cause a scene,” he started, putting a special emphasis on the word “we” as if to remind Tortie that she was the only one that had actually made a scene during all that. ”You didn’t need to intervene, I had it handled,” he told her defiantly, taking deep breaths as he tried to keep his gaze level.
Sure, Samhian hadn’t backed down yet, but Norman was sure that he had been getting through to him and he would’ve left on his own, without needing anyone else to interfere.
”He was...he was going to back down, your help wasn’t needed, I had it handled,” Norman continued, repeating himself. He could’ve handled it on his own, he didn’t need Tortie or anyone else stepping in to bail him out, he was perfectly capable of handling things like that on his own.
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