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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 11, 2019 15:34:57 GMT -5
For a moment there Roswell wondered if there even was a secret door, but that thought faded away as quickly as it had come. Gail had to have left somehow, and he sure didn't leave out of the door they had entered from. Unless the guy was a ghost that could go through walls, there had to be some way he had escaped the room. But it was worrying that Norman of all people hadn't found the secret door already. Worrying, but they could handle this. There was a way out, and they'd find it.
But then again, Norman hadn't found it yet. Maybe he just needed more time, but surely he would have been able to find some kind of sign of a secret door at this point. Roswell knew there was no way he'd be able to find a secret door. He hadn't even been able to pick the lock - which, sure, wasn't entirely his fault, but still.
Roswell slightly kicked at the ground. "I'm sure we can find it," he murmured, though his own doubts were seeping into his words. "You just need more time. If anybody can get us out, it's you." He looked over at Norman. There was no doubt in his mind that Norman could find the secret door, he just needed more time. That was all. Just a bit more time and then they'd be out of here.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 11, 2019 15:57:47 GMT -5
It took a fair bit of effort on both Callie’s part and N’s to get the door open, but finally Tortie collapsed into a the foetal position on the floor. Callie hurried into the elevator to kneel beside Tortie.
“Are you okay?” she asked seriously, but that was when she seriousness stopped
“She’s weak, and injured!” Callie exclaimed dramatically “but she can be saved”
She looked at Tortie, pretending to examine her arm.
“The only thing that can help her...”
She looked at N, tossing her hair dramatically as she did so
“Shopping.”
With those words she got to her feet, offering Tortie a hand to help her up before pressing the button for the bottom floor, keeping the doors open for long enough for N to get in the elevator with them.
They really did have to do, after all, and Tortie didn’t seem seriously hurt. Maybe she would end up with just a bruise or something. But if she did need help they’d have to take her down in the elevator anyway to it would all work out.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 11, 2019 19:25:39 GMT -5
Being in fetal position was probably a bit overkill, but her arm really was in pain. There wasn’t any dramatics or pretending on that part of this whole ordeal. Her arm wasn’t crushed or broken, she knew that much, but it still hurt a good amount. She knew it would be bruised in no time and no telling how stiff and sore it would be by morning. Tortie already dreaded it. But things could have been worse - she could have lost her arm completely.
She very well could have lay there in the floor for a good while longer, drowning in her misery, but upon hearing Callie’s plan on how to get her arm better, Tortie couldn’t help but snicker. Carefully she pushed herself up onto her knees, wincing slightly as her arm throbbed with pain. With her good arm she reached out and took her friend’s hand, pulling herself up all the way to her feet. ”Thanks,” she murmured, voice soft as she glanced between Callie and N, a smile pulling at her lips. ”I’d be dead without you right now.” Okay maybe not dead, but certainly down an arm and bleeding out profusely in an elevator.
All things considering she was a bit subdued at the moment. Tortie was bound to bounce right back up in no time, but for now she followed both N and Callie into the elevator to finally get this shopping trip started.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 12, 2019 16:53:58 GMT -5
“Exactly,” Val replied with a nod “this is either someone who really knows what they’re doing or someone who knows the building very well. As for who would want to kill Mrs Davis, I guess that’s what we have to find out.”
She led the way back to talk to Mrs Davis, casting a quick glance once again around the apartment before beginning to speak.
“Mrs Davis, you live on your own, correct? Where’s Mr Davis?”
She knew the answer even before the other woman confirmed it.
“He lives downtown. We’re divorced.”
“Recently? I’m assuming it’s not final yet since you’re yet to change your name.”
“No, it’s not final yet,”
“And how did that relationship end? Do you feel it’s at all likely that your ex-husband would want to harm you?”
“It didn’t end well, there was definitely a lot of anger there, we’d been together a long time. He has been known to be very short-tempered, I wouldn’t put it out of the question that he’d mean me harm.”
Val blinked for a second, hearing ,echoing in her mind, the yelling of her father.
But she has a job to do, and took a deep breath to bring herself back to the present. She couldn’t let that memory envelop her right now.
“And is there anyone else you feel might want to hurt you? You didn’t get into any arguments, anything like that?”
“I don’t think so.”
Val looked over to TJ. She had all the information she needed, but perhaps he wanted to ask some questions of his own.
“Anything else?” Val asked him
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 12, 2019 19:05:48 GMT -5
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That sounded extremely amusing and there was no way Jules was going to allow Hazel to get away with not telling that story. Honestly, any story that ended up with someone covered in goo, cake, or water generally ended up amazing. Much to say, a story that ended with all three was even better. And still, he nodded along as Cat confirmed they were both willing to help make sure that that little ol' lady didn't grab into Hazel.
As Cat began to move towards the woman, Jules lingered back with a grin, "Okay, so I absolutely need to know the story behind that later," promptly winked and moved to catch up with Cat.
She was already trying to talk with the woman to see what was wrong. "Hello ma'am, I am Detective Lachat and this is Detective Balcazar. We heard that you were experiencing some... issues about a lost purse? What can you tell us about the situation?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 12, 2019 19:11:43 GMT -5
Norman looked up from where he sat on the floor, glancing from Roswell to the door, then over to the walls he had already spend the last ten minutes checking. ”Yeah, I don’t know about that,” he muttered quietly, looking back down to the floor. He had gotten them into this mess in the first place, he should be able to get them out of it, but that didn’t mean that he would. There was a very real chance that he would just keep messing up.
”I don’t even know how long we’ve been looking, but if we haven’t found something yet, we probably aren’t going to,-“ Norman continued, shifting slightly in his spot to reach down for his phone to check the time.
Thats when it clicked.
”Our phones!” He blurted out quickly, scrambling back to his feet as he pulled his phone out and turned it on. ”We can call for backup, we can text someone to come get us, we can...we can,” Norman paused, voice trailing off as he looked down to see there was absolutely no sort of connection in this room. Nothing that would let them call for help. ”Huh...no service,” he mused out loud, voice cracking ever so slightly.
But still...they couldn’t give up. ”Start...start pacing the room, we need to check every possible spot in this entire room to see if we can get some sort of connection,” Norman ordered, gesturing vaguely over to Roswell as he started to walk around the room with his phone. There had to be somewhere in this stupid room that there would be cell service, right?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 12, 2019 19:23:00 GMT -5
TJ listened intently to all the questions that Val asked and the answers that Mrs. Davis replied with. She seemed to cover everything he had wanted to ask, plus this was her case, he was just kind of...leaching onto it until he got some cases for himself, he didn’t wanna step on her parade this early on into his time at the 99th precinct.
Shaking his head, TJ placed his hands back into his pockets. ”No, though I do think it’s about time we paid Mr. Davis a visit,” he replied, looking at Val.
Right now they had a pretty good suspect for what very likely could be a murder attempt, if they were going to get anywhere with this case, they needed to talk to their prime suspect. ”I say we get his exact address and ask him a few questions,” he explained, casting a glance around the apartment before finally turning back to Mrs. Davis. ”In the meantime, the locks on the window should be replaced, and it wouldn’t hurt to reinforce the door a little too, safety first and all,” he continued, nodding his head towards the door.
Most likely, if it was Mr. Davis, he would be back to finish the job, they needed to stop him before he could.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 12, 2019 19:46:11 GMT -5
Hazel hovered in the back as she watched her two detectives walk over to Lucille.
She instantly turned her attention away from the poor uniformed officer she was lecturing about a fabrics to look the two of them over with her beady, bird like eyes. ”You two must be detectives since you aren’t in that hideous uniform that this man is in,” she stated, gesturing rudely to the officer in question. She huffed slightly, arms folded. ”Not that your clothes are much better...But I suppose detectives are a step up, even if I asked for the captain,” she stated.
This was when it was Hazel’s turn to take her leave.
She turned around to head back upstairs when she froze, hearing the shrill voice of Lucille Davidson echoing from behind her. ”Hazel, is that you?”
Hazel stood there, frozen in place for a moment or so before finally she inhaled and swerved on her feet, putting on the best fake smile she could manage as she walked over to join Jules and Cat. ”Ah, Lucille, how lovely to see you again, its been far too long,” she lied through her teeth, clasping her hands together as she sent Lucille a tight smile.
Lucille pointed her nose up at her. ”Not long enough, I still cant look at my estate’s swimming pool the same way,” she retorted, pausing for a moment to look her over, noticing the outfit. ”Don’t tell me you’ve finally made captain?” She questioned, scoffing as she folded her arms. ”Really? You? What has the force come to these days...”
Hazel resisted the urge to strangle the elderly woman standing in front of her. ”I am captain now, Captain of the 99th precinct, and I promise you that my detectives and I will do everything possible to find your missing purse, but we do need you to answer some questions first,” she explained lightly.
Lucille hesitated for a moment before stepping back, flicking her scarf back. ”Oh alright, what are these questions you need to know?”
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 12, 2019 21:56:33 GMT -5
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First of all, absolutely offensive. Jules could not believe this woman- judging their clothes... His clothes? That was unacceptable as anything Jules wore was immediately bettered no matter what. He could be in rags and they would be the most fashionable rags that the world had ever seen. Not to even mention the absolute hypocrisy she was speaking. Judging their clothes when she was dressed like she disco ball, shiny jewelry and... Blegh.
He didn't want to stand for it so he just glared at her a little more. Honestly, he was tempted to ask Hazel if beating down an old woman that ated like that was actually against the law.
And still, Cat managed to be ever the diplomat with a.... That was a really false smile on her face. The sort of smoke that people put on to look sickeningly sweet when they were plotting murder.
Jules wouldn't put it past Cat to be planning a murder.
"Simple, really. We need to know where you last saw your purse, how long ago it was, what you've done within the timespan of before you lost the purse to now," Cat said with a smile.
How couldn't Jules add in, "Oh, and also why you thought it was necessary to bring this to our attention, since the precinct is fairly busy with serious matters." Maybe that was a bit much.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 12, 2019 22:27:25 GMT -5
Roswell had a large amount of confidence in Norman. Maybe it was a bit too much to put on the younger detective, but Norman was, like, a protegee and he could do anything he set his sights on. There might need to be some prompting, or a lot of help, but at the end of the day Roswell was sure Norman would get them out of this. Besides, it wasn't like Roswell could do anything to help. All he did was make things worse.
"Hey, you ca-" He was stopped in the middle of his words when Norman scrambled up to his feet all the while pulling his phone out. Roswell's eyes lit up. "You're right!" He gave a little bounce that matched that of a rabbit's as he pulled his own phone out. He clicked it on and was about to click the icon to pull up his contacts when he noticed one of the scariest things he had to ever deal with.
The no signal sign.
Norman was having the same problem, confirmed when he mentioned he didn't have a single bar either.
Not wasting any time the older detective started walking around the room, hoping and wishing for a sign that his phone was picking signal up. Nothing. "There's gotta be signal somewhere," he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing as he kept pacing the room, holding his phone up into the air from time to time to see if that would help. Still nothing. "Come on, come on..." By now Roswell was sure he had paced the entire room twice and hadn't seen a single notion that there was any service. That's when a bit of panic gripped him cold and tight.
"Did you...did you tell anybody where we would be going?" He asked Norman slowly. "Maybe...maybe if they notice we're gone..." Would they notice they were gone? They would notice if Norman was missing eventually. There was no way they'd not notice that the redhead was gone. As for Roswell... They'd probably be glad to see him gone. Pluto would surely notice his absence, but she wouldn't know their location. "They'll come for you, they wouldn't let you die," he rambled on, words directed toward Norman as he glanced between his partner and then to his phone in hopes that somehow it would pick a faint signal up. Yet every time he glanced down at it he was only met with more disappointment.
With a whimper Roswell slid down the wall he had his back against, plopping down on the ground, a rabbit ear from the hood of his onesie falling down into his face. "I can't get us out. I can't even pick a lock let alone do anything to save us," Roswell huffed, sitting there like some sad sack of a rabbit.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 14, 2019 3:06:31 GMT -5
Maybe Hazel should be a little more mad that one of her detectives was being kinda - yet rightfully - snarky, however for the time being, she really couldn’t bring herself to care, besides, Jules was totally right here. Missing purses weren’t typically the type of stuff a police captain and two of her best detectives worked on. This was hardly even worth bringing to the police at all, they had other things they needed to work on.
However, apparently, Lucille didn’t agree.
”I last had my purse while I was out shopping, I was at this lovely little place that sells the best clothing, I’m sure none of you shop there, it’s called Anna-Rosella Boutique and its the only place I’ll buy any of my clothes,” Lucille explained, placing a hand on her chest as she pointed her nose upwards. ”I was just leaving the boutique when these extremely unprofessional street performers came up to me, lord knows what they were doing in such a classy part of town, but anyways, I placed my purse down for a moment to make it seem as though I had no money-don’t want to encourage such low lives after all,” she continued judgmentally. ”Anyways, as soon as they had moved along, I went to pick up my purse and it was gone, why I bet those two hooligans stole it right out from under me, you should arrest them,” she said pointed, gesturing at the two detectives.
Hazel nodded along to her story, writing down the information on a small note pad. ”Right, when was all this?” She questioned without looking back to Lucille.
The elderly woman paused for a second, lightly tapping her finger against her chin. ”Hmm, it must’ve been about an hour or so ago, as I came right here afterwards and it took forever for these so called officers to go fetch someone that could actually help me,” she explained and shot a glare towards Officer Harts, who had taken to hiding beyond Hazel.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 14, 2019 3:17:22 GMT -5
Norman had spent the last fifteen minutes pacing along the floor of the room, lifting his phone up and moving it into as many possibly positions and locations as he could, all in hopes of getting some sort of signal out of it, anything that could let him communicate with someone outside this room, however all of his attempts were made in vain and he ended up just as lost with answers as he had been before.
Grumbling to himself, Norman grabbed his phone with both hands and essentially tried to break it within his grip. ”What kind of a...son of a...stupid mother...phone...no good for anything...crap full case,” he muttered incoherently under his breath, words almost too quiet to be heard.
Finally realizing that despite the effort he put into snapping his phone in half in a dramatic display of anger and frustration he would never be able to accomplish such a great physical feat, he gave up, pocketed his phone once again as he instead decided to angrily pound his fist against the wall. ”This is all useless!” he snapped as his fist hit the cold, hard wall and pain instantly skyrocketed right up his arm.
Letting out another slew of curses, Norman instantly retracted his hand and cradled it gently, hopping back away from the wall. ”Great, just great, now my arm hurts and my stupid dumb weak hand is all blue now...” Testing quickly to make sure nothing was broken, Norman let out a quick sigh of relief once he knew nothing was. It was just horribly bruised.
Finally getting over a majority of his anger, Norman paused for a moment or so to look back towards Roswell, catching the last bit of his sentence. Norman froze, looking around for a second before slowly walking over to sit down next to him, still cradling his hand. ”Hey...” he started tentatively, looking down as to avoid eye contact. ”You...you okay?” He asked quietly.
Now, Norman wasn’t all that great with emotions, but he knew enough to realize that Roswell wasn’t doing that great right now, and since they had nothing else to do...it probably wouldn’t hurt to check up on him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 14, 2019 16:31:16 GMT -5
The sound of something hitting against the wall snapped Roswell out of his thoughts. He jumped, glancing up only to see that it was still just him and Norman inside the room, and he noticed right away that Norman had hurt himself. Whatever that noise had been against the wall surely had been the redhead doing something to hurt himself - probably something out of frustration. Roswell had skipped past the frustrated part and had went straight to realizing that all of this was his fault. If he had just done something more...if he had done something different, if he hadn’t wasted time mourning over some dumb dvd player, if he had been able to pick the lock...then maybe they wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. They would probably already be out and have this case closed, but yet, that was far from what was happening.
But he wasn’t going to sit here and drown in self pity. Not when maybe he could do something, even if that something was figuring out if Norman was okay or not. He didn’t have any medical training or anything on him that could really help, but worrying about Norman was a lot more productive than him sitting there in sorrow until he withered away in this room.
Before he could get up and check on his partner, Norman had walked over to him instead. Great, there’s something else you can’t do right either. He shook the thought away before it could really get to him. He glanced up at Norman, watching as he took a seat beside Roswell and asked if he was okay.
Roswell glanced away. This was probably where he needed to apologize for everything that he had messed up, but he didn’t want to focus the conversation to be all about him. He was just being a sad sack, and nobody wanted to listen to somebody be all gross and sad. Instead he brushed off the question with one of his own. ”How bad is your arm?” It sounded like Norman had hit it pretty hard, and figuring out what they could do for his arm was a lot more important than Roswell’s dumb problems.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 15, 2019 3:22:39 GMT -5
Norman paused for a moment to glance down at his arm, stretching his fingers out again and wiggling his wrist a little to make sure everything still worked, luckily it did, even if it did hurt a bit. ”Not broken,” he replied, looking back towards Roswell with a small, borderline sarcastic half smile. ”So I guess it’s fine then,” he continued, letting his injured - and slowly blueing - hand fall down to his side.
He stayed quiet for a few moments after that, his legs sliding down against the floor as he looked around at their surroundings again. He was getting so sick of looking at these dull gray walls.
Inhaling slightly, Norman cast a glance back towards Roswell, mentally going over the words he had said earlier. ”...Hey uh, you’re not useless, just for the record,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as he shifted positions. This was already uncomfortable, why was he doing this? ”I mean, you didn’t get us trapped in here, you weren’t fooled by a crook,” he continued, looking anywhere but at Roswell.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 15, 2019 20:49:03 GMT -5
Roswell was relieved to hear that Norman’s arm was okay, or at least not broken. The last thing they needed right now was a broken bone. He did glance over at his partner’s arm, noticing that the color in it wasn’t all that great. Now that was concerning, especially if that was more than just bruising. Roswell wasn’t a doctor, but he was pretty sure a body part turning blue was not a good sign. ”You sure you’re fine?” He asked slowly, not wanting to push Norman or get him to go on the defensive, but Roswell was worried about his partner. Even if they died in this room he would rather the younger man’s arm be sound and in top condition than not. ”We’ll need to get it looked at once we’re…” He trailed off. Roswell was about to say “once we’re out of here”, but with how things were looking...well, getting out may not ever happen.
Luckily he didn’t have to linger on that thought for long when Norman broke the silence that had been forming between them.
He glanced up and turned to look at the redhead for a moment. ”Maybe I didn’t get us stuck in here, but…” He took a look around the room, quiet until he found words again, ”you didn’t either.” Roswell wasn’t so absorbed in his own self that he couldn’t tell Norman was having some trouble in his mind as well, and that wasn’t sitting right with Roswell at all. ”I mean, you couldn’t have known this was a trap. That’s...sorta the point of a trap, the target not knowing it’s there.” Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the most reassuring thing to say, but it was the only thing coming to mind right now so at least it was something.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 15, 2019 23:29:40 GMT -5
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Anna-Rosella Boutique.
Jules was... in horrified, disgusted, in disbelief. "I would like to backtrack. You think that boutique has the bear clothes? Because I will have you know their fabrics are scratchy and awful. How you stand it-"
"Jules- we're trying to get this done soo-"
"But Anna-Rosella Boutique? That place has awful service- I swear, the last time I went- the only time I went, they didn't give me the time of day since apperently a guy searching for the newest sweater on the market was unbelievable to them? I couldn't even buy some new necklaces or earrings with judgement or questions about a supposed girlfriend. I mean honestly, what if I had a boyfriend I wanted to surprise with a necklace? Why does it have to be a girlfriene- though I will make the statement I'm not adverse to either. Or anything really. That's not even my point though."
He was severely off topic but he didn't care. This was an offense on the world. Greatest boutique ever... what a joke. "What I'm saying is any street performer wouldn't dare to touch that purse if they had seen you carrying it given your association with that horrible place, not to mention-"
"Jules." Oh gosh. Cat didn't seem particularly amused. Which was a same since Jules was obviously in the right here and was making it dramatic and fun too! "Excuse him, but what I feel he's trying to say," a stern look shot at him, "The evidence seems more circumstantial and isn't something we can arrest anyone on. We might, underline might, be able to bring them in tomorrow and question them. But without any actual evidence that they stole it- that anyone stole it, we can't arrest anyone. And at the moment, all we can say is that you shouldn't leave your purse unattended anywhere."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 16, 2019 18:38:39 GMT -5
Val nodded at TJ’s words, making sure she took down Mr Davis’ address as well as any other information that Mrs Davis considered useful. She made sure to promise the woman that the police would keep an eye for a little while to make sure she was safe but that she and TJ had everything they needed.
It seemed that way, anyway. The information seemed to be lining up, or at least they had a solid lead they could follow. Which was a start, anyway.
With that, she headed out of the apartment with TJ, and back down to where her bike was waiting outside, at which point she gave TJ a smirk.
“Sorry, Kaminski,” was all she said as she passed him his helmet again
She did feel bad (despite the fact that TJ hating the bike was definitely a little funny) but really they had no choice.
The building was too far to walk, and anyway she wasn’t about to leave her bike here. That thing was expensive and she wasn’t about to trust other people not to damage it. She deliberately didn’t take it into work when they did their annual New Year’s heist in case any of the others decided to mess with it in some way. She has also specifically banned Tortie or Callie from going near it. In fact, her bike was actually the thing she had put into their bet that year on who would get the most arrests. She’d have to buy a new one if she lost, but she wasn’t planning on that if she could help it.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 16, 2019 18:58:03 GMT -5
“As long as you’re okay,” Callie smiles “and I’ll buy you some food while we’re shopping - whatever you want provided it’s not expensive because I’m super broke please help me.”
The elevator took them down to the bottom floor (and yes, Callie bopped to the elevator music the whole way), and the group headed to where N had parked his car, since he was taking them. Something about wanting to actually go to the right place, which like how boring. Half the time Callie just got in the car and drove whatever direction she felt like. That was usually fun - the people on that golf course were so understanding.
Who wanted to drive safely and to the desired destination anyway?
The blonde excitedly got into N’s car with the others, because like getting to shop in the middle of the work day? That was basically Callie’s dream.
“Oooh should the party have a theme?” she asked “I can’t wait to get all this stuff.”
She was feeling pretty hyper, probably off the adrenaline from the whole elevator incident (and it hadn’t even been her stuck in the elevator, who knew how poor Tortie felt), which was probably not ideal for N, but at least it’s likely cheer up Tortie a little.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 16, 2019 22:03:30 GMT -5
Having Callie there helped a ton. Her arm was still in pain, mostly just throbbing and going through a few hot and cold flashes as it figured out what it wanted to do, but for the most part she felt a lot better with listening to Callie speak. And the prospect of getting whatever she wanted to eat and not having to pay really made her feel better. ”You’re the best!” She chirped, two-toned eyes alight with affection toward her friend. Man, what would she ever do without Callie?
Tortie was sure the ride there was going to be rather boring considering N was driving at least. He had to be all serious about the whole thing, saying they had to get there without any detours. Which, Tortie did think was a good idea, they couldn’t exactly waste any time, but still. Though, she did perk up at Callie’s question, already going through a long list of ideas in her mind. ”What’s something fun and cool?” Tortie mused aloud. ”Superheroes are always cool, but maybe a bit overused. Maybe a unicorn theme? That would be cute. Or something with rabbits..” She trailed off, about to leave it at there when a sudden idea came to her and she bounced up in the seat she was sitting in. ”Strippers! We should order some strippers and-”
”That one is already a no,” came N’s voice from the driver’s seat.
Tortie gave out an annoyed huff and crossed her arms across her chest as she sank into her seat, deflated. ”Fine. Ruin all the fun. Any ideas, Callie?” She then turned her attention to the other woman, hopeful that Callie would have something fun but still in an approved rating for N.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 17, 2019 23:08:19 GMT -5
Norman brushed off Roswell's concerns with a flick of his hand...the uninjured one, just for the record. "It's fine, probably just bruising," he explained with ease, casting a quick glance back down towards his hand. It wasn't broken, he knew that much, however something else could certainly be going on with it beyond that. It probably would need to get looked at, at some point, but not now, now was definitely not the time to worry about his stupid hand.
Looking back to Roswell, Norman shrugged off his words, turning his back to the other detective. "Yeah well, maybe someone else wouldn't have realized its a trap, but I should've," he explained gruffly. curling up slightly as he brought his knees up to his chest. "Did you know that I was skipped a couple grades back in middle school and high school? Or that I used to be referred to as a child prodigy?" Norman questioned, slowly scooting away from Roswell. "I know this sounds like bragging, but it isn't, the point I'm trying to make is that I've always been a step ahead and now I'm expected to stay a step ahead," Norman explained, letting his shoulder droop down as he looked up towards the ceiling.
"I'm expected to be better than this, I should've known better, I should've known this was a trap, but no, instead, I was a step behind and now we're stuck in here for who knows how long, and worse, who knows what will happen when - and if - Gail or anyone else returns?" He questioned, looking back at Roswell. "I messed up, that's not supposed to happen," he finished with an annoyed shrug of his shoulders.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 17, 2019 23:23:17 GMT -5
Hazel had to hide her mouth with her hand to avoid chuckling loud enough for Lucille to hear. As police captain, she probably should've been more concerned over Jules potentially causing a fight between a civilian, however she would be lying if she claimed she wasn't enjoying this a littletoo much.
However, Lucille seemed much less impressed.
Folding her arms, she sent Jules the stink eye, raising her chin as if to proclaim to the world that she, a snobby old rich lady, was horribly offended. "Well, I have never been so insulted my entire life!" She declared loudly, letting out a quick "humph" to really sell her point home. "I come here, a victim of a great crime, and you insult me to my face and belittle my experience, if this is how you treat civilians then I have a couple of complaints to make, and I'm taking them straight to the mayor, he and I are close personal friends, he'll have you all fired before the weekend starts-"
As she continued to rant, Hazel stopped silently chuckling.
Now typically, she wouldn't worry over something like this, however...this was Lucille, she would do exactly what she said she was going to.
Quickly jumping in, Hazel cleared her throat. "There's no need for that, Lucille, I promise you that we will look into this right away, in fact...in fact I'll go with them to find your purse, and being the captain of this precinct and all, I only take the most importantcases," Hazel explained, quickly trying to defuse the situation.
Luckily that did seem to calm the elderly woman down as she stepped back with a huff of breath. "Good, I should hope someone would take this seriously," she declared.
Deciding to end this before anything else happened, Hazel gestured for Cat and Jules to follow her. "We'll even leave right now, see? This is obviously very important to us," she lied through gritted teeth as she started to back up towards the doors.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 17, 2019 23:24:10 GMT -5
Roswell was pretty worried for Norman's hand, but as the conversation went on there seemed to be more to worry about than just his very obviously bruising hand. The older detective sat in silence as Norman went on his little spiel about how he should have noticed that all of this was a trap, how he was always supposed to be one step ahead of everybody else, how he was expected to be the one to figure things out and fix situations like this, and the more he went on...the more Roswell realized he was a part of that problem as well. This whole time his mind had told him that it was Norman that would get them out, that it would be Norman to figure this whole case out and save the day. Yet, never once had he stopped to realize just how much pressure that could put on somebody. Thinking about it now Roswell was yet another person that put that pressure on Norman to always succeed, to make him believe that there was no room for error.
Man, that really did make him feel like a jerk. An unintentional one, but a jerk nonetheless.
After a moment of trying to figure out what to say, Roswell broke the silence that had been gathering between them after his partner's words. "Hey...nobody's perfect, we all make mistakes." He had to hold back a wince when his mind took those words and screamed "hey, that's almost the lyrics to a Hannah Montana song" at him. Shaking that off - which was also an almost song lyric - Roswell went on to attempt to make his friend feel better, though he was probably just making things worse. "I mean, look at me, I've never gotten anything right." That probably didn't help considering he was expected to get things wrong just as much as Norman was expected to get things right, but he was trying, okay? That had to count for something.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 17, 2019 23:35:49 GMT -5
Once they were done questioning Mrs. Davis, TJ put his mind to work. It seemed as if this would be a pretty clear cut case if they were right about this, if her ex husband really was trying to murder her, however it almost seemed too clear cut, though they wouldn't know anything for sure until they talked to Mr. Davis themselves.
He had been so focused on figuring everything out that TJ had totally forgotten all about the fact that they had used Val's motorcycle to get here and...would have to use it to get back.
TJ gulped, looking at the bike that somehow seemed much bigger than it had been earlier. "Right...right...cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, back on the bike," he muttered quietly. "...Hey that sounds like a song: Back on the bike, oh yeah we're, we're, back on the bike!" He sang quickly, tapping his foot to a fake beat, head bopping along to his song.
Okay so maybe he was stalling a bit.
Sighing, TJ slipped the helmet back on and got on the bike. "Alright, let's just get this over with."
Besides, maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Maybe he was just remembering it worse.
Yeah...nope.
As soon as the motorcycle took off, TJ was once again reminded of how absolutely terrible the first ride was and that this one was no different and it wasn't long before the screaming started up again.
After that, TJ didn't quite remember what happened next.
Luckily, by the time he came out of whatever fear driven, screaming void he had forced himself in, they were already there.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 17, 2019 23:51:05 GMT -5
Norman sat in silence for a good minute there.
Maybe he was being too hard on himself, maybe he should give himself a little leg room here, however that wasn't what he had done before. Things had always been...hard but doable, he was always able to come through on top, which, not to brag or anything, but there was a reason he was the two time winner of their annual New Year's Heists. He hadn't lost the heist once yet, and more than that, he just didn't lose in general.
By now he was expected to win, to come out on top, to be at least one step, usually more ahead of everyone else. Life was like a game of chess and he was the reigning champ...Seriously though, he hadn't lost a game of chess since he was 10 and the only reason he lost that one was because Ty cheated. Norman still wasn't sure how, but he knew that Ty had somehow cheated.
Anyways, the point was, this was a pretty big low for him, especially considering none of his ideas had worked out to get them out of there either. He was nothing than a big ugly failure...metaphorically speaking of course as Norman was not big at all and while he wasn't attractive in the slightest, he wasn't hideous either.
Listening to Roswell speak, Norman glanced back over at him, the slightest of smiles pulling at his lips. "You do realize you basically just quoted Hannah Montana, right?" He asked in amusement.
However as Roswell continued, Norman's small, barely notable smile faded away. "That's not true, you've solved at least four cases since we started the bet, they should count for something," Norman told him, turning back around to face the other detective. "I mean sure, it isn't that much compared to everyone else but...its something."
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 18, 2019 1:18:55 GMT -5
Crap. He had been found out. He shouldn’t have thought that maybe Norman didn’t know anything about Hannah Montana, but seriously, who didn’t know Hannah Montana? She was, like, one of the most popular singers out there and she didn’t even technically exist. She wasn’t an actual person, just some made up stage name that was used to hide a real identity. Which, did somewhat make her a real person if Roswell thought about it. She wasn’t real in the sense of having an ID with Hannah Montana’s name on it or having a social security number with her name, but she still kinda existed. Or did she? Roswell was back on the idea that maybe she wasn’t actually a person anymore the more he thought about it. Hannah Montana wasn’t Hannah Montana anymore. Wasn’t there that dramatic reveal that Hannah Montana was actually just Miley Cyrus in a blonde wig? Yeah, Roswell was sure there had been that whole thing in the movie where Hannah Montana dramatically took off the wig in front of a crowd in the middle of nowhere Nashville. Or was it Nashville? Roswell didn’t know much about the south or even Tennessee in general, but he didn’t think there was room for open country in a state capital.
Was Nashville even a city or was it just all a ruse made by the media? For all he knew Nashville was just some cover up by the government and in reality it was some mosh pit of breeding hillbillies trying to produce the world’s next biggest country singer.
Anyway.
Roswell was sure there had been the whole dramatic reveal scene in the movie that told the world Hannah Montana was actually just Miley Cyrus.
Anyway again.
He let out a sigh and gave a slow nod. ”Yeah, I know. It wasn’t intentional, but you know how it goes, Hannah Montana always finds a way.” Which that then made him think of that one song by her “You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home”. ... He needed to reevaluate his life if he has this much Hannah Montana knowledge.
The mood quickly changed when the conversation turned serious. He looked down at the ground, hands fidgeting as he thought Norman’s words over. ”Yeah, sure, it’s something but...” He shook his head and shrugged. ”I’ve failed two other cases and everybody else is way into the double digits. That pretty much shows I can’t do much. Even Tortie could do better than me and she’s not even a detective.” That was saying a lot. Not that his cousin was exactly useless, she did her job well enough to keep it, but still, getting beat by Tortie would just be pathetic, and he was sure that would happen to him if Tortie was ever allowed to go on an actual case.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 18, 2019 16:20:52 GMT -5
Norman’s gaze flickered across Roswell, a silence sinking into the atmosphere around them, thick enough he could cut it with a knife if he really wanted.
Roswell...he really thought he was that much of a screw up?
Norman thought back to the cases they had worked on together, every single one had ended with Norman solving it, with him coming in without letting anyone else get a single word in edgewise as he solved the case and flaunted his victory around like a peacock. Had his behavior...had it dampened Roswell’s spirit? Had it made him feel worse about his own cases, and his capabilities? Sure Roswell was...well he wasn’t the best detective out there, Norman would admit that.
”Well yeah maybe you’re at the bottom of the pack but you’re not that incompetent,” Norman argued easily. ”I mean sure, you’re not Val or ugh, Jules, and you’re definitely not me and sure you’re kinda easy to mock-“ More often than not he had even mocked the other detective in some way or another, taking control of every single interaction they had, but Roswell had to realize that it was all in good fun, right?
...Was it though?
Norman paused, trailing off before he finished his sentence.
Was it all in jest?
Roswell wasn’t exactly that great of a detective, and Norman well....Norman was, it came all too easy for him to take over and control the situation.
Today alone was a good example of that.
“Just, when we get there, follow my lead.”
”I’m picking the music.”
”Really Cuni, thats what you’re wearing tonight?”
”You look like a bad Bugs Bunny Cosplay.”
”Are you for real right now?”
”You’re as ridiculous as that stupid outfit you’re wearing.”
”You’re not that incompetent.”
Norman fidgeted slightly, a prick of guilt itching away at his skin.
He’d been a bit of a jerk today hadn’t he? Constantly bulldozing over Roswell without giving him any sort of say in anything, insulting him, getting mad at him when it wasn’t even his fault they were in here. He’d...he’d been the problem today, not Roswell.
Looking away from his partner, Norman kept his gaze on the ground. ”Hey uh...I’m sorry,” he mumbled out under his breath, not elaborating on any of that.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 18, 2019 20:18:49 GMT -5
A faint smile pulled at Roswell’s lips as he listened to Norman. He could tell his partner was trying to cheer him up, and he appreciated that, but it still didn’t make him feel any less of a screw up. They were still in a bigger mess than before and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get them out. Roswell wasn’t good at that. He was good at messing up, but not good at undoing that mess. That was something he really needed to work on, but then again did that even matter? They were trapped in this room and probably only had a week or so left to live, why try and fix anything now?
He kept his gaze on the ground, still quiet even as Norman’s words fell short. Maybe he wasn’t that incompetent, but he was still pretty dumb and obviously unable to do his job well. He was honestly surprised that he hadn’t been fired yet, unless that was happening soon. Now with TJ on the team they could replace him easily. It would make sense. Bring in a new guy to replace the fool they had hired prior. If anything Roswell could go into a job he was better suited for, like a computer doctor or something of the sorts. He enjoyed detective work even if he sucked at it, but if he was fired he probably wouldn’t look for another job like his current one.
Roswell remained silent for a while longer up until he heard an “I’m sorry” come from Norman.
He took a moment to make sure that was what he had heard before turning to look at the other detective in the room with him. ”...Sorry?” He asked slowly. ”Sorry for what? There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I should be the one who’s sorry. I’ve been pushing you to get everything right and to be the one to get us out of here, and that’s not fair to you. Nobody should be expected to be perfect.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 22, 2019 23:00:54 GMT -5
Norman fidgeted slightly again, making a point to avoid eye contact with Roswell. ”I’m sorry for being a jerk today,” he mumbled out quietly. Norman often didn’t think about what his actions meant for others, mostly because he was already focused on a billion other things at the time and it was hard to focus on how he affected everyone else, sure he could read people pretty good and generally knew what to do in situations but he still wasn’t all that great at “peopleing”, emotions especially were kind of...hard for him.
”I’ve been a jerk to you today and probably a whole lot of other times too and I don’t know, maybe if I actually stopped to think, maybe I’d have realized that you could’ve helped out with everything too,” Norman explained with a small shrug. ”You’re a good detective, you just need to be given a chance to prove it, and I...I haven’t given you one, and I’m sorry” Norman apologized, finally shooting a look back towards Roswell.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 25, 2019 22:14:59 GMT -5
”A jerk?” Roswell repeated the words as a question, looking at Norman as his head tilted ever so slightly to the side. ”I appreciate the apology, but I don’t think you’ve been a jerk.” Maybe Norman had been a bit harsh but anybody would be like that when around somebody like Roswell. He was an incompetent guy, he understood why people would be a bit hard on him.
As Norman went on to apologize and explain himself, Roswell couldn’t help but let out a faint laugh. He looked at the ground for a moment before back to Norman. ”No matter what I wouldn’t have been able to get much of anything right, but...it is nice to know you think that.” A faint smile pulled at his lips as the words fell off his tongue and into the air. It did feel nice to know his partner had some faith in him deep down, but it was certainly faith that needed to be put into something else.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 26, 2019 0:51:27 GMT -5
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She was insulted? Did his fairly long rant not explain how insulted he felt? Not to mention the fact he made sure to only act like this to spoiled old ladies- spoiled anyone technically. Hell, Jules was certain that if he could meet himself, he'd be certain to act this way around himself, with a little extra flirting involved (He was an ass but he was a very beautiful ass.)! He was no doubt spoiled as well, but did he have the audacity to interrupt other serious cases for a purse that he would have lost exiting a stupid boutique because he was scared of performers? No. He had more respect for people like that. He wasn't spoiled to the point of being afraid of people trying to entertain people in hope for a little coin in the process.
That was to say, he faltered at the threat a little more. He came from a... well off family, he could call it, but he doubted he'd be very well taken care of if he got fired by personal request from the mayor. It risked far more than he'd like to actually admit.
He wanted to make some kind of comment on that in general, on a far more defensive sort of attitude than he was previously. Sure, previously, it was a flippant defensive and more aiming to rile up with less of a concern of consequences. This was more of a... if she followed this through, Jules was likely to be returning to this precinct in any case... on the other side of the law, if you catch his drift.
He was ready to snark back at her, having opened his mother ready to imitate Hazel's words with a lot less.... diplomacy than Hazel was managing. It was stopped by an elbow to his side and a fierce glare from Cat, warning him not to. He rolled his eyes and shut his mouth, making a movement to follow Hazel as Cat nodded a goodbye to the woman in a much more polite fashion, likely giving an apology for Jule's behaviour.
Ready to speak at a distance far enough away that Jules could speak under his breath, he couldn't help but grumble out a good ol', "Oh-so very important," for no one in particular around him.
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