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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 14, 2020 12:34:33 GMT -5
Smiling slightly, TJ nodded to Val.
If she wanted him to keep it quiet, he could do that, after all, he wouldn’t want to mess up her scary lone wolf reputation.
Turning away from the other detective, TJ tentatively reached out and adjusted his score on the board, stepping back to look it over as a sense of pride washed over him. It wasn’t much, but if anything, it counted.
He had helped out with the case and was now on the board, with his number adjusting to fit his first ever solved case in Precinct 99. Now, TJ wasn’t sure how long his time here would last, but he was certainly going to enjoy it.
Glancing back towards Val, TJ nodded along as he listened to Val explain what’s the party was going to be. 20s themed, that worked.
TJ didn’t really have much of an opinion of the 20s and frankly, as far as costumes went, most of the time it didn’t even matter what he wore since men usually just wore suits back then. Maybe he could throw in a fedora or something...or figure out some other type of 20s themed guys outfit that wasn’t just a suit.
”That sounds fun, I’ll have to figure out some kind of costume,” he remarked simply, frowning thoughtfully as he looked down.
He would definitely have to research some 20s outfits that would stand out a little more against the average suit and hat that he would most likely be stuck with.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 15, 2020 19:38:57 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Roswell to make it up the ladder and into a dark room. He didn't even have to look around to know it was filled with dust, there was enough in there that he could practically taste it in the air with each breath he took. He'd probably end up with an irritated cough later thanks to the dust, but that was a problem for later. Right now he needed to focus on getting out and surviving this whole fiasco.
Roswell's eyes needed a moment to adjust to the light when Norman found a switch to turn it on. "Maybe this one won't be as hidden. I doubt this one needs to be as subtle as the last," Roswell pointed out. The first door needed to be hid for circumstances like the one he and Norman had just been in, but this door would more than likely be a bit more obvious. It didn't need to be hid away considering more than likely only Gail, and anybody he might be working with, needed to use it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 16, 2020 16:19:57 GMT -5
Roswell was right, the door that led out of this room wasn’t nearly as well hidden as the ladder had been.
Not far off, clear as day, was the door that evidently led out of the room and very likely, further into the building.
”There it is,” Norman said, pointing towards the dingy brown door. ”Go see where it leads,” he suggested to Roswell, making no attempt to go to the door himself.
Now that he knew they had a way out, he wasn’t in any hurry to leave what very well could he some kind of criminal base of operation, the room might’ve been pretty dusty but there was stuff to be gathered here and Norman was determined to get to the bottom of all this.
So, remaining quiet, Norman walked around the room, looking everything over.
Most of it was trash, but considering how dusty this room was in the first place, it was safe to assume whoever Gail worked with, didnt use it that often.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 16, 2020 17:13:12 GMT -5
He had been right.
For once in his life he was right.
Man, that felt...that felt weird. Was that a rush of adrenaline he was getting from being right that was making him feel light headed or was that the fact that they were still cramped in a potentially spider infested ceiling?
Roswell was opting for euphoria from being right rather than the other option.
Despite this rush of feeling, Roswell managed to heed Norman's words.Just because he had been right once didn't mean he could go off and do whatever he wanted. The chances of him doing something to mess this all up were much bigger than him making another correct assumption on his part. So he did as he was told, walking over to the rather plain door and opening it up after a moment. The hinges seemed a bit rusty, making it a little challenging to open, but Roswell soon got it open, mentally and physically preparing himself for what might meet him on the other side.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 16, 2020 23:16:32 GMT -5
Having found that this room was just collecting dust and trash, Norman walked over to join Roswell at the door, poking his head out from behind him. ”So, where do you think this leads?” He questioned and without waiting, hurried into the room, which he only realized a few seconds later might not have been the best idea, had their been anyone waiting for them there.
After all, they still didn’t know where Gail was, who he was working with, or were they were.
Luckily for him and his impulsive behavior, the room was empty as far as people went.
However, there were a few things of interest.
An old laptop tucked away in the corner, a coatrack by yet another door, a hallway that led to a kitchen and a bedroom, and a little staircase that led upstairs. There was a couch that seemed to pull out into a bed, an old TV, and a small table with a couple dirty looking chairs set up around it.
Frowning thoughtfully, Norman paused as his sights landed on a most peculiar object.
A safe, gently poking out from underneath the couch.
”Hey, Cuni, check to make sure there’s no one else here,” Norman advised, already heading towards the couch where the safe was.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2020 22:38:54 GMT -5
Just as he had an answer forming at his lips, Norman was off and going into the next room before Roswell could even get the words out. He had a lot of good answers he had been ready to respond with, his favorite being that the door led to a slightly bigger room with an unidentifiable cryptid creeping in the corner. Eh, maybe he could use that answer for something else at later date. It was a good response, he thought, so it would be a shame to never actually use it.
Those thoughts aside, Roswell was soon to follow Norman through the door. What he was greeted with was another room, but this time around it seemed like it had been occupied a bit more recently than the last. It seemed like it was somebody's living space, and for a moment Roswell was sure they were about to be pounced on by Gail or some other goon, but he was spared from ruminating on such thoughts when one thing in particular grabbed his attention.
A laptop. It was old, but a laptop was a laptop.
Roswell was doing his best to curb the unnatural urge he had to go over and really check the laptop out when Norman called over to him to tell him he needed to make sure they really were alone in the room. Of course, in his mind that pretty much translated to "yeah, you have free reign to seduce the laptop because if you do that it'll totally tell you if anybody else is in there".
"On it," Roswell called over to Norman as he was already making a b-line toward the laptop.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2020 23:23:50 GMT -5
Reaching the safe, Norman paused for a moment, rifling through his pockets until he found a pair of plastic gloves and slipped them over his hands - he always carried them around with him, it was handy for cases and also for germs - before he reached out and grabbed the safe. ”Hmm...” He muttered to himself, looking it over. ”Hey Roswell, can you see if there’s any paper towel over there and if there is, can you bring me a lightly damp paper towel?” He questioned without looking over at the other detective.
There could be numerous combinations for the lock on the safe, but with any luck, hopefully Norman would be able to lower the possibilities to something a little more workable than literally any combination.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2020 12:09:09 GMT -5
If not for Norman speaking up, Roswell would have very easily stayed near the laptop the entire time. It was things like that that had always caught his attention, just the little bits and pieces of technology that people had and used. He enjoyed those things, but this was the one time he could at least pull himself together a bit more and put all that aside. Norman needed his help. He needed his own help if he wanted to get out of this place.
Finding a paper towel sounded easy enough. He could do that. "On it," he simply echoed from earlier, but what else could he say? "On it" was just such a useful phrase that worked in this situation. Plus it made him sound cool and like he knew what he was doing. Sure, finding a paper towel wasn't exactly cool or hard to do, but when you're Roswell even the simplest of tasks could be made into a failure.
Roswell followed the hallway down to the kitchen. He glanced around, checking the place out to make sure he was still alone save for Norman. When all checked out, he went on the search for a paper towel; luckily, he spotted a roll not too far off. There weren't many left, but it still worked. He grabbed a towel off the roll and made sure to lightly damp it at the nearby sink. With that task accomplished, he made his way back to Norman, handing his partner the now damp paper towel. "This work?" He asked, instinctively falling into the need to ask and make sure that whatever he did was okay.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2020 17:00:53 GMT -5
Norman grabbed the paper tower without looking up at Roswell, instantly pulling a pen out from his pocket, dripping the ink in circles before pressing the paper towel against the safe’s lock, keeping it there for a few steady moments before he pulled it off and looked down at the paper towel.
The ink had begun to spread, though most specifically in the places that matched the numbers 2, 3, and 6 on the lock. Only three.
Typically, locks like this required four numbers to work.
Which meant one of them was duplicated.
He could work with that.
Placing the paper towel down, he wrote down the numbers on the bottom and pulled the safe into his lap.
”Hey Roswell, check the laptop for anything with the numbers two, three, and six in it,” Norman ordered as he studied the safe.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 19, 2020 15:23:36 GMT -5
Silently Roswell watched as Norman got to work on the lock. He had never been good with things like that, finding clues and figuring out how to even access them, which was probably bad considering his current occupation, but everybody in the entire precinct knew Roswell was a bit of a failure all things considering. He was better with the technological side of things, so when Norman told him to check for any number combinations stored on the laptop, he was on it quicker than a jackrabbit.
Luckily for him the laptop was easy to figure out. Whoever owned it didn’t expect for two random detectives to use it Roswell supposed. ”I’m not finding anything so far,” Roswell muttered, eyes narrowing as he searched around, hoping for any sign of what could be a lock passcode.
Determined to not give up just yet, especially when doing this kind of stuff was more of his forte and he could potentially prove himself to not be completely useless to the mission now, Roswell dug deeper. ”What’s this…?” He murmured more to himself than Norman when a word document in particular caught his attention. He clicked on it and was soon greeted with a page full of what seemed to be different passwords, some words, some numbers.
And then, not too far down in the document, were a few passwords with the numbers Norman had mentioned. ”Any of these seem to fit?” Roswell asked, turning the laptop screen toward his partner.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 19, 2020 16:01:46 GMT -5
Norman glanced over the combinations that Roswell showed him. There were about four, which meant these numbers must have held some sort of significance to the owner of the laptop if they were used for so many things. One was probably a garage opener, the other was probably to unlock a phone or something like that, another could be used to unlock a door, and hopefully one of them opened the safe.
Turning his attention back to the safe in question, Norman tried the first combination that was on the list.
3, 6, 6, 2
Just like that, the lock let out a click and Norman blinked in surprise.
That was...quick.
Glancing towards Roswell through the corner of his eyes, Norman gave a small, surprised shrug and opened the safe, instantly coming face to face with the missing - not to mention stolen jewels they had been looking for.
”Bingo,” Norman whispered under his breath with a grin.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 19, 2020 17:26:30 GMT -5
Roswell held a lot of belief in Norman. He wanted to point that out right then and there, but he had to admit he was surprised to see that Norman had been able to guess the combination on the first try.
He would have said something about how quick that had been if not for noticing what was stashed inside the safe. Roswell's mix-matched eyes grew wide as he looked at all the jewels. Safe for passing by a jewelry store on his way to work or something, Roswell had never seen that many crystals in one place. "Do we have anywhere to put them?" He couldn't stop himself from asking, wondering if Norman had brought some sort of bag or satchel that could be used to carry the stolen items out.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 20, 2020 14:31:33 GMT -5
OoC ::
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Snorting at lizard skin comment, Cat nodded and headed away from Hazel and Jules. Of course she got lucky and was left with the job that didn't require going into this high-class shop. Still, a job's a job and Jules made the move to open the door for the both of them, offering Hazel inside first before following.
Tempted to talk, he was unfortunately not very able to as an older woman came to the two of them with a smile on her face and eyes that said she wasn't genuinely happy. He had a bet that she wasn't really over there to be of help, probably questioning inwardly why these two were here. "Hello madam and sir, what can we do for you with today?" Jules fought the urge to roll his eyes and say something that he probably shouldn't, leaving it to Hazel instead.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 22, 2020 3:20:50 GMT -5
When Roswell asked if there was anywhere to put the stolen jewels, Norman shook his head, closing the safe as he stood up and gently patted the safe in his hands. ”Nope, but whatever it’s in now will work just fine,” he explained and glanced past Roswell towards the laptop, eyeing it quietly for a moment before he continued. ”Hey, think you could find anything else useful on that laptop? Names, locations, maybe who it belongs to,” he questioned, returning his gaze back to Roswell.
Hopefully they would be able to learn something else from all this, because now that they weren’t trapped anymore, Norman could feel those gears turning in his head like clockwork, a plan in the making.
Maybe they could twist this trap around like a reverse card in uno.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 22, 2020 3:25:34 GMT -5
Hazel studied the lady standing in front of them for a moment and just about scoffed before she stopped herself. Despite her bias against this place and anyone that shopped or worked here, she was working and should probably be a little more polite to this stranger. So, instead of scoffing, she simply held up her badge and showed it to her. ”NYPD, we’re looking for a missing purse,” she started casually. ”An elderly woman named Lucille Davidson - I’m sure she’s a regular here - came by earlier and claimed she lost her purse around her, said it could’ve been stolen, we’re just gonna do a quick sweep around the store for it,” she explained, voice aloof.
It was hard to act interested when she cared so little for the case she was working right now.
Pausing for a second before continuing, snapping her fingers. ”Hey actually, can we get a look at your security cameras? That would be way easier than looking around,” she explained and grinned.
Well done Hazel, you might’ve just shorted your trip to this disgusting place.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 23, 2020 2:28:49 GMT -5
Rather than focus on the fact that he had asked a really stupid question just mere moments before, Roswell instead let himself focus on the next task he was given. "I can do that," he responded. If he wanted to he could find just about anything on a laptop. He wasn't nearly as good as Pluto was when it came to things like this, but he liked to think of himself as a decent hacker and whatnot. There was a lot he could learn from his girlfriend, but that was a side topic for another day.
While searching through some files and whatnot to look for any signs of who the laptop belonged to or if there were any other evidence of useful information, Roswell came upon a section in the laptop that showed a list of some recent browsing history. Everything looked like typical, every day things that people would search until one particular search, or rather it seemed more like a video the owner had clicked on at some point, caught Roswell's attention.
"Dragon furry tries to get wife to wear wolf fursuit". That...that wasn't something Roswell had expected to see, but he was...he was extremely curious about this now. "Hey," he started, trying to approach this in a way that would maybe make it sound like he had found something important, which he honestly felt like he had, "I might have found something. Nothing, like, name wise or anything like that, but I feel like this might be able to give us an idea on what the owner of this laptop is like."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 23, 2020 4:06:10 GMT -5
Watching as Roswell got to work on the computer, Norman’s eyes trailed across the walls to the building they were in. It wasn’t the best quality, but then again, it was Brooklyn, and this was pretty good for Brooklyn. However it was clear that someone actually did live here, or if anything..they had been for awhile, maybe it wasn’t permanent, but it was something.
Turning his attention back to Roswell, Norman raised his brow when his partner claimed to have something and walked over to join him, taking one long stare at the screen, video title glaring at him like a flashlight to the eyes.
He paused, eyes slowly moving from the laptop to Roswell, brow slightly raised and an expression across his face that hopefully got across how absolutely done he was right now.
He remained quiet for a couple moments, simply glaring at Roswell in that done way of his before finally, he let out a long, drawn out sigh. ”Yes, now we know both you and the laptop’s owner have the same kinks, what, oh what will we do with this extremely valuable information?” Norman questioned sarcastically, letting the words sink in for a couple more moments as he glared over at Roswell, hoping to get his point across before he finally looked away.
”Anyways, I’m going to find some actually useful information, but by all means-“ he paused to turn back around and smile widely at Roswell. ”Feel free to watch your video, that way, when we catch this guy, you and him with have something to talk about!” He encouraged, feigning enthusiasm as he swerved back around on his feet and stalked off to look for something that could actually help them out.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 23, 2020 17:56:53 GMT -5
Roswell had been pretty proud of his find. He knew it wasn’t as useful as something like a name or address or something like that, but it was something. If anything, it meant that whoever owned the laptop had some sort of sense of humor. That would knock out stoic, stiff, and serious people for sure. Like, there was no way this person could be N or somebody just like him. This was a person with humor and probably somebody who wouldn’t be a bore to talk to.
Despite all that, though, Norman didn’t seem all that thrilled about this new “evidence”.
While not exactly the type to go through and defend himself all that often, he felt like this was something he needed to put a word in. He gave Norman a pointed look. ”I don’t have a furry kink,” he huffed, clearly the type of upset that came from somebody who actually did have a kink like that but was trying to play it cool. It also didn’t help that, right now, he was in a rabbit onesie. … And he could never tell Norman that he was saving up for one of those expensive, high quality fur suits. Nobody was allowed to know that. Pluto could, but that was only because she would more than likely see it once Roswell had it.
All that aside, he continued with his defense even as Norman was walking off to find something more than a video. ”This tells us a lot about the guy, wouldn’t you agree? You can learn a lot about somebody just from the stuff they look up and search for.” For some reason this was the hill he was willing to die on. He had decided he was going to die on the furry hill and if he died he was going to keep his head held high on this stance.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 23, 2020 18:22:08 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Norman began to snoop around the kitchen. ”Oh yeah, that totally convinces me that you don’t have a weird rabbit furry kink,” he responded sarcastically, beginning to move towards the front room again. He was still in earshot of Roswell, so he could listen as his fellow detective got all huffy and defensive over this.
”Mhmm, oh yes, it’s totally important to know whether or not a jewel thief is a furry,” he stated plainly as he lied down on the floor and peered under the couch for anything else that might come in handy. ”He’s probably using these jewels to bedazzle his fursuit or something, I bet he has it hidden somewhere in here, it’s probably something dumb like a cape fox or whatever, maybe after you finish watching the video, you can find it and try it on for yourself,” Norman continued, mockery evident on his face as the sarcasm fell from his mouth as easy as breaths of air.
Not finding anything of use under the couch, Norman moved to the closet, opening it up and about to continue with his quips when he heard the muffled noises of voices coming from outside.
Closing the closet door, Norman scurried over to the front window and glanced outside from behind the blinds, watching as Gail got out of a taxi, clearly on the phone with someone as he started towards the door. ”You’ll have to watch your little video later, Thumper, we’ve got company and I don’t think he’s here to talk about fursuits,” Norman told him, glancing back towards Roswell.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 23, 2020 19:18:02 GMT -5
A lot of things Roswell would step away from and let others get the final say. He wasn’t a naturally defensive person all things considered, and he usually agreed with whatever somebody had to say and move on, but for some reason or another it was this very topic that had Roswell going. For some reason it was this that had Roswell ready to break his silence and say something that would go against Norman’s sarcastic remarks. ”I know I’m not good at a lot of this stuff, but looking into this stuff could be important. I’m just saying,” he ended, perhaps coming off as a little childish on that note. At least, if anything, he managed to not voice his thoughts on a bejeweled cape fox fur suit because he knew those opinions would have him never hearing the end of it from Norman.
There was no more said when Norman spoke up about having visitors. Like a little kid that had just gotten into trouble by holding the laptop, Roswell put it down quicker than he probably would have liked, the laptop making a harsh thud. He then glanced over to Norman in hopes the shorter man had a plan for this already. Despite the furry argument, Roswell still trusted Norman and would follow his lead no matter what, furry enthusiast or not.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 23, 2020 21:58:06 GMT -5
When the thud echoed throughout the building, Norman winced, hoping Gail hadn’t heard that.
Quickly, he glanced back outside to see Gail getting closer to the door, though luckily he didn’t seem to have noticed the noise.
Looking back to Roswell, Norman reacted quickly. ”Hide,” he instructed and just as the doorknob began to twist open, Norman ducked down to hide behind the chair in the corner, hoping that Roswell had found a hiding place of his own.
Gail walked inside whistling to the tune of “call me maybe” as he walked over to the counter and placed down bags of groceries, taking his phone out of his pocket and placing it on a speaker, instantly turning on the song he had been humming only moments before.
He begun to sing along with it, and seemed about ready to get really into it when the song suddenly came to a stop as a call interrupted it.
Gail let out an annoyed snort and reached to answer, leaving it on speaker. ”What’s up, boss?” He questioned, leaning against the counter.
”Did you take care of the detectives yet?” Came a deep voice from across the other end.
Gail let out a groan and rolled his eyes. ”Not yet, I figured I’d let them stay in the back for a couple days and when they’re all weak and stuff just go in and...you know, kill ‘em, bring ‘em out to the country and feed ‘em to the pigs like we did last time,” he explained rather casually and Norman’s stomach flipped as he realized this was a lot deeper than he had originally thought.
”Good, make sure you do it, I don’t want to leave any loose ends,” finished the voice before the call came to an end.
Gail let out another light groan before shaking it off and turning the song back on, singing along to the lyrics of “Call Me Maybe” as if nothing had just happened at all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 23, 2020 23:35:15 GMT -5
Roswell didn’t have to be told twice to hide.
He made a dash for a nearby closet, hoping that their little visitor - or, well, technically he and Norman were the visitors since they had crashed into the guy’s house unwanted - wouldn’t be needing in it any time soon. He managed to close the door just before the air was filled with a song that Roswell somehow didn’t know at all. It sounded like one of those songs that everybody would know to the point of it being annoying, but Roswell had honestly never heard of it before. It sounded catchy, maybe that was something else he’d have to check out later.
… If he survived this, that was.
The song had been cut off with a phone call that could be heard throughout the apartment, and what Roswell heard was not something he was exactly fond of.
Feed them to the pigs? Surely pigs didn’t eat people, right? People were the ones who ate pigs, not the other way around. Weren’t pigs cute little creatures that just rolled around in the mud? They wouldn’t think about preying upon a human. That just…
Maybe this new song he was hearing wasn’t going to be something he would look up later.
He sorta didn’t want to listen to a song he now associated with “human eating pigs”.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 24, 2020 0:27:06 GMT -5
Okay.
Time to go over the obvious.
Gail, who was clearly part of some big group here, had planned on killing them, claiming to have done this before.
Had Norman ever heard of something like this happening?
Think Norman, think.
...Wait.
He had heard of something like this happening.
A couple months ago, detectives Nevada Uncia and Rob Natlys from precinct 43 had gone missing. It had been a huge thing on the news, and as far as Norman knew, neither of them had ever been found.
Not even their bodies.
Norman thought back to when Gail had mentioned feeding them to the pigs, shivering at the thought.
He was not going to be turned into pig food.
Hoping Roswell would follow his lead, Norman got out from his hiding place, grabbing his gun. ”You know, you really should’ve just killed us before, now it’s a little too late, bud,” he told Gail, approaching him from behind.
Gail froze, the lyrics to “call me maybe” starting up again as he turned around.
”~I threw a wish in a well, don’t ask me I’ll never tell, I looked at you as it fell and now you’re in my way~”
Despite the catchy song, Gail clearly was about to say something sinister when he stopped, taking in Norman’s outfit. ”You look like a unicorn threw up on you, oh man, I wish I had seen you guys before I trapped you back there! Where’s your little friend? I gotta know if he looks as ridiculous as you!” He hollered with laughter.
Norman’s face flushed warm. ”Shut up! We’re arresting you!” He told him, glancing towards the closet for Roswell.
Gail grinned and Norman had a bad feeling about this. ”Oh are you?” He asked and very quickly grabbed the laptop off the counter and threw it right at Norman.
”~I’d trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss, I wasn’t looking for this but now you’re in my way~”
Norman’s reflexes weren’t fast enough and the laptop hit him right in the shoulder, causing him to drop his gun and stumble over. ”Roswell, a little help!” Norman barked out, scrambling back to his feet and ignoring the throbbing pain in his shoulder.
”~Your stare was holding, ripped jeans, skin was showin’, hot night, wind was blowin’, where you think you’re going baby?~”
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2020 14:18:59 GMT -5
His heart was racing a mile a minute in his chest. Here he was, in a rabbit onesie, trapped in some murderous criminal’s small closet, listening as he spoke to somebody over the phone about turning him and Norman into slop for pigs. Which, Roswell still didn’t believe a pig could actually eat a human, that just wasn’t possible, but just the thought of it maybe being true scared him enough to make him shake. He really didn’t know what he could do in this situation, everything going on at once between being stuck here, the music, the pigs.
He needed to calm down. He was trained for situations like this. He just needed to breathe.
Norman was already out there. He heard the whole conversation go down until Norman called on him for some help.
He could do this. Roswell messed everything else up, but he could do this. He had to or they were going to be thrown to the pigs.
Roswell had always heard it was hard for a lot of people to come out of a closet, and even in this situation it wasn’t any easier. Maybe it was just hard for people to do that no matter what situation called for coming out of closets. Closests were tricky spaces that probably took years of experience in, and Roswell’s experience with this particular closet was not pleasant nor long enough to smoothly come out of it.
All that aside, Roswell drew in a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pushed the door open.
”Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe~”
What an...interesting lyric to come out of the closet to.
Trying not to get caught up on the song specifics, Roswell pulled out his own gun, mix-matched stare glaring right down at Gail. ”Stand down! We can do this the easy way if you just come with us.” So that wasn’t a very threatening statement or even all that authoritative either. Roswell tried keeping his voice steady, but he was sure that didn’t work out completely. Maybe the music hid the wavering of his voice.
”It’s hard to look right at you, baby~”
Yeah, Roswell was having a bit of a hard time looking right at the guy who had Norman in the floor and was threatening to feed them to pigs.
”But here’s my number, so call me maybe~”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 24, 2020 15:08:53 GMT -5
“~Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe~”
Gail’s eye’s flickered towards Roswell as he exited the closet, rabbit onesie: on, authority: ehhh, gun: out.
He let out another chortle of laughter at the sight of him. ”Oh man! Yours is even worse! Awww, what’s the matter? Did gramma forget to tuck you in last night?” Ge questioned, still laughing as he took in the rabbit onesie.
Yeah, this was not their shiniest moment.
“~And all the other boys try to chase me, but here’s my number, so call me maybe~”
Grabbing a gun of his own, Gail’s demeanor turned in an instant as he pointed it at Roswell. ”Now, put your little toy down, because unlike you, I will shoot,” He threatened, and if to prove his point, be shot the gun right at the ground next to Roswell as a warning shot.
Norman reacted quickly, sliding back up to his feet and, without really putting much thought into his plan here, charged and jumped right at Gail.
”~You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall, you gave me nothing at all, but still you’re in my way~”
Luckily this time, it was Gail who wasn’t fast enough and just as he looked up, Norman crashed into him, his gun dropping to the floor.
”~I beg and borrow and steal, at first sight and it’s real, I didn’t know I would feel it but it’s in my way~“
The two of them wrestled on the floor for a minute in a pitiful attempt at a fight, as it turned out: neither of them were all that strong, however somehow, against all odds, Norman managed to gain the upper hand and with Gail pinned down, Norman attempted to grab his gun.
”~Your stars was holding, ripped jeans, skin was showin’, hot night, wind was blowin, where you think you’re going baby?~”
However just as he reached for it, Gail kicked him away and scrambled back up to his feet, he paused for a moment to look around him at the two detectives before something finally seemed to catch on and with a smirk, he shoved everything he could off the counter and on top of Norman and sprinted for the exit.
”~Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe~”
”Cya later chumps!” He told them with a laugh as he made it to the door, closing it with a slam as he then began to bolt for it.
“~And all the other boys try to chase me, but here’s my number, so call me maybe~”
Norman instantly tried to get up however in his fight, his foot had gotten gotten in between the counter and the fridge. He frowned, tugging at his foot but to not avail.
”Roswell! I’m stuck, you, you gotta go after Gail, we can’t let him escape!” Norman explained, calling out to his partner.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2020 22:19:03 GMT -5
Why was everybody so critical over his onesie? It was just the typical gray rabbit, nothing out of the ordinary. It kept him warm and comfortable, especially on cold nights, and it fit him as well as anything could, so why were people always saying something negative about it? Roswell probably would have lingered on all that for longer if not for the fact that he was very literally in a life or death situation here.
Maybe Gail was right and Roswell actually wouldn’t pull the trigger, but surely he was intimidating enough. Beyond the rabbit onesie Roswell was tall, and tall was intimidating. But other than that, well, he wasn’t much of anything to worry about. Almost too thin and not very strong, he wasn’t some hulking powerhouse. He liked to think of himself as more brains than brawn, but even then he didn’t exactly have any brains to boast about either. So really, he only had the tall aspect going for him and that was it. He wasn’t a threat, even when holding a gun. He was just...well, he was useless.
There was no time to focus on those thoughts right now, not when Gail’s gun went off and Roswell was almost convinced he actually been shot.
The detective dropped down into the floor, cowering like the rabbit he was. It wasn’t very professional, and he really shouldn’t have done that with a gun in his hand, but Roswell couldn’t help it. He had been in a lot of pretty sticky situations, but this was certainly the first time he had actually been shot at.
While in the floor he heard even more commotion. After a few seconds of being curled up like he was, Roswell mustered up enough courage to look up and peek forward. He caught the tail end of the wrestling match between Norman and Gail.
Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him from screaming and running away. It was giving him just enough courage and insight to realize that he needed to stay where he was just in case something happened to Norman.
His first instinct was to let Gail get away and help Norman, but when he was told to do otherwise, Roswell didn’t question it. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do much, but maybe, just maybe, he could do something right for once.
”Before you came into my life I missed you so bad~”
He took off after Gail, hoping that Norman would be okay on his own for now.
”I missed you so bad, I missed you so, so bad~”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 24, 2020 22:41:21 GMT -5
Watching as Roswell left, Norman looked back to his foot, frowning slightly, he really needed to get out there. Despite their talk earlier, Norman would admit that he still wasn’t 100% willing to bank this entire arrest on Roswell, especially considering this guy wasn’t just some random jewel thief and for all he knew, Gail could be the one that led them to a bigger fish.
It was way too risky to not get involved.
As the song finally came to an end, Norman leaned over, stretching until he could reach his foot and slowly began to wiggle his foot out of his shoe, but it just wasn’t budging. He let out a small, thoughtful hum, looking around the room for anything that might help.
There was nothing.
Norman looked back down to his foot, cringing. ”Forgive me foot, sometimes sacrifices have to be made,” he told himself and adjusted his position a little, heart leaping into his throat as he took a breath and twisted his foot into an angle it definitely shouldn’t be in and with one big pull, squeezed his foot out of its confined space and tumbled backwards, back hitting the cupboards behind him.
Norman gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply, bringing one hand up to rub the back of his head while the other steadied himself on the ground. ”Owe...” He muttered quietly and paused to look back up at his foot.
It was swollen, but he didn’t think he heard anything snap, which meant that hopefully it wasn’t broken.
Today was not a good day for his limbs.
Shaking his head, Norman got on his knees, grabbed his shoe and slowly got up, flinching as soon as his foot hit the ground.
Instantly he lifted it back up.
”...Okay then,” he muttered under his breath and began hopping on one foot, grabbing the safe full of jewels before slowly heading out after Roswell.
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After running out of the building, Gail didn’t look back, instead he ran forward, only slowing once he realized he...really didn’t have anywhere to go, all his stuff was back at the place, and if he showed up, cover totally blown, with two detective after him, Knox was going to have his head for sure, he’d never be able to get away with this, though it wasn’t like he could just turn himself in, he wasn’t a wimpy coward that was gonna get taken down by a rainbow unborn and a rabbit, not today.
Getting so lost in his thoughts, Gail forgot to look where he was going, and as he ran down the street, he ran straight into a hotdog stand and well, lets just say it did not feel good to have freshly made hotdogs shoved right into your face.
Letting out a shrill scream, he pulled his head out, a couple hotdogs falling off his head and stumbled forward, falling right on the ground, shoelaces loose.
Oh this did not look good for him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2020 23:32:34 GMT -5
Okay, so there was one thing he could do that wasn’t technology related. He could run. That had always come natural to him, but he had never really needed to use it in the “real world” as some people would say. Well, now he could prove all those people wrong and actually put his one and only talent to good use for his job.
Even in the onesie he was able to gain speed, able to catch sight of Gail rather soon after his rocky start inside the apartment from earlier. Fortunately for him he didn’t gain enough ground between himself and Gail when the criminal ran straight into the hotdog stand. Roswell was able to avoid the same fate and, in one split decision, he leaped forward in hopes of landing atop Gail and maybe holding him down long enough to end this chase and this case in general.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 24, 2020 23:44:22 GMT -5
Just as Gail moved to get up, he saw it.
His doom: dressed in a rabbit onesie.
Oh the others were never going to let him live this down if they ever found out.
Unable to move or prevent it, Gail soon found himself underneath the detective, unable to get up, despite his attempts.
Then, very very slow came the other detective, the short one with the red hair.
He was hopping on one foot, but otherwise seemed to be moving fairly fast, stopping only once he reached the two of them, holding his shoe in one hand and the safe in the other as he grinned down at Gail. ”Good job Roswell,” he congratulated his partner before kneeling down to look at Gail, an all top smug look flickering across his face, it was the kind of look that Gail would love to punch. ”As for you, looks like you’ll be going to G-ail,” He told him and Gail looked up at him with plain, unblinking eyes. ”...You know, like jail, because your name rhymes with-“ he paused and sighed, getting back up on one foot. ”Okay I’ll admit it wasn’t that good,” he agreed and turned to his partner, offering him a smile. ”I knew you could do it, Thumper.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 25, 2020 1:29:15 GMT -5
Roswell was legitimately surprised when he felt a body underneath him rather than the ground. He was so surprised, in fact, that he almost got up and gave a laugh of victory, but he managed to keep himself down on top of Gail. His victory laughs still came, though.
Unable to control them, Roswell just stayed on top of Gail, pride flowing through him like a river that caused more and more laughter to come from him. He had done it. For once in his life he had been able to do something right. He had stopped a criminal from getting away. Which, he had been able to stop four other criminals before now, but still. He was going to take this victory no matter what.
Even when Norman hobbled over, Roswell simply glanced up to the redhead, eyes alight with pride in himself. "G-ail," he snorted. "I like that one." Even if Norman thought otherwise, Roswell found it to be a good pun. Beyond all that, though, he pushed himself back up onto his feet, realizing it was probably a good idea to get off the ground. He pulled Gail up with him, definitely not letting the jewel thief get away now that he had been caught.
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