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Post by vamperious on Jul 8, 2012 16:20:47 GMT -5
The final toll rang about as they slowed to a still, one one moved... nothing breathed for a moment. It was finally over...The contracts...The ground about their feet was covered in craters, charred bodies, weapons that had been discarded, and various things, limbs, and blood stains. The smoke from earlier was starting to clear now that there was nothing causing more smoke to be made about. Each in turn turning to look at one another, only 4 demon's survived. Two from contracts and two from freedom, only it was hard to tell who was who since it was over and the contracts marks had been removed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black stockings ripped, her skirt still hiked up a bit too far to increase her mobility, her hair an utter mess about her ears. She panted, that had been the harest thing to do in her life time...To see those you loved being slashed and killed for a persons' entertainment, it was revolting. She looked down her nose at the other two, she knew her brother was alright, because he was next to her, making her feel tall. He was about 6 inches shorter than her. The other two were looking right back in the silence only the sound of the fire crackling was heard. "So, children, shall we call it quites now that the contracts are over?" A demon asked in a calm voice sounding tired. The other demon nodded, sheathing his weapons, looking to her brother he smiled, " Indeed, we shall. I think its time to get some fresh air." Ian said, Laurel retracted her nails, her hands' stiff from holding it so long. She sank to the ground exhausted, her heart beating a million miles per second and yet her blood felt cold in his exhausted limbs. Looking at the ground she saw blood splattered here and their, bodies burning and miscellaneous things about, it looked like a nasty demon den, filled with war- just like the human's envisioned as hell. "Damn human's... they ruin everything..." She muttered bitterly. Their world had once been beautiful filled with peace, a bit odd yes, but it was theirs none the less. "Come... its time to get out of here.... We need to breath something other than decay..." She nodded, getting up and they all four left threw the gate that was made between the worlds to the human's realms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been 5 years since she had been home, a demon had died, leaving only those three... It was a harsh reality but it was the truth. She sighed as he cleaned the blood off her face, making sure the last contractors mark was gone from her tongue. Filthy thing he was, she hated his being with all of hers, and the only reason she did as she was told was for his soul and now that he had what he wanted it was her turn. She had ripped his apart piece by piece relishing in his screams and his pain that washed off of him in waves of despair. She was sure his wife would enjoy her little gift to him in the end, leaving his body to be left out and scattered by the very vermin he kept about him place. His wife hated him like she had, so it was only fitting to help her out. When she glanced in the mirror her breath caught, she hadn't realized how much older she looked with every soul she captured. It was odd, she was still so young yet not. leaving the residence was easy, heading into town she headed to the pub, she loved getting the attention of the men, hoping to con one into giving her their soul. It had been a long year of hellish things, the nasty taste in her mouth from the man's blood making her sick. Ordering herself a glass of thick wine she sipped it lightly sitting in a corner...waiting. ((this is an open rp.... I have more info about the thread in my character page with this one, umm it can be a group rp or a one on one it just depends got any questions lemme know... What is needed is a human( doesn't matter) and if u wanna be a contractor its also an available position, lemme know ))
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Post by kimcora on Jul 12, 2012 11:36:40 GMT -5
"Logan...Kincade!" The words drew a tall man at end of the bars attention. Grey eyes, under light brown bangs that clung to his forehead, still looked as alert as ever even though he was on his eighth Guinness and was starting to fade fast. He was still slightly hunched from leaning over a paper that had once been secured into a file back at his office. Part of the reason was he felt the need to return to reading it after this conversation was through. The second reason was that his vision was getting a bit screwed up and he could hardly read the text past the blurring lines and weird sparks of red in his vision. The bartender, Davis, was staring at him with a bit of worry in his eyes. Logan knew that worried look and instantly could see the sympathy lining his mouth, ready to coat his words in it. As a friend Davis should have already known he hardly wanted his sympathy, or some shit like that. He wasn't the one missing after all... "Davis, I recommend you keep your pity at bay. I'm just here to drink, not be persecuted like I'm on Dr. Phil." He said with a bit of slur, his Irish accent coming out in some of lighter words with sort of rough inflection. Davis was slightly surprised by his analogy but Logan understood it well. His wife Alison enjoyed watching Dr. Phil, since it was one the only channels they got in the house that she shared with four other women from work. She said the man talked her out of some deep troubles, kept her clean, and even led her to trust the young Irish cop who happened to catch her attention. At the time he was grateful to the old balding man, now he thought he needed a psych evaluation and be labeled as a quack. Davis cleared his throat and wet back to polishing the glass that he had set of to the side. "I'm not trying to persecute you, I'm just saying I need to cut you off. As a friend to you and your family. I understand it's been a hard time...but Maggie will kill me if I so much as think about giving you another drink." Logan's brows raised though his jaw was clenched in irritation. So Maggie was meddling again? Great.... His older sister had always been the bossy one out of the lot of Kincade children. With mom and dad working all the time, she was in charge of looking out for the two youngest. She watched over Logan and Ellen like they were her own children, often times making them do what she wanted or it was the highway. Even now she felt the need to check into their lives every once in a while and make any changes she felt personally necessary. If he didn't love his niece Shay and his nephew Brice, he would have told Maggie off long ago. He didn't want to cause any turmoil in the family though, not with the daughters' little ones around and the grandparents currently retired. So Maggie had even gotten to Davis? Even after he had stayed away from this pub for almost a month to make his scent cold. The she wolf still sniffed him out. Next he suspected the local mart wouldn't sell him the whiskey he was running low on, on account of Maggie told them not to. He smirked rather dismally at that before hunching back over his paper. "Alright, Davis. I'll spare you the Kincade wrath for today." He grumbled, only because tomorrow he had work. Logan had a high tolerance built up for alcohol. He was hardly sober now, but tomorrow he'd be up at 5 with no problems. It had to be something he inherited from his father's side of the family. They all were heavy drinkers, except his dad that had been completely dry for almost 4 years. He wouldn't say it took the fun out of the old man, but he sure didn't have the same energy he used to when he was allowed to have bit of Irish whiskey in his coffee in the mornings. Davis knew he wasn't going to get much else from Logan and decided to go and check on the other customers. As long as Logan wasn't drinking more, he was in the clear with Maggie, seeing as her husband James was a good friend of his. Logan was happy to not be bothered and went back to reading the paper. 'Date: August 9th Year:2012 Investigator: Walsh, Aaron Description: kidnapping/vandalism, First Witness: Husband: Logan J. Kincade (see file B14) Account: First on scene. Witness was at night shift at the Chicago Police Department from 13:16 to 8:29. Found door to apartment open, entered and found apartment trashed (see photos 1-36) and wife missing--' Logan stopped himself, the details getting thinner and fewer by that point on. The only evidence they had was a few scratch marks and blood on the floor and of course the phone message. The blood was Alison's, forensics was able to reduce that after a few tests. But the scratch marks and voice on the recording were inconclusive to anyone in their systems That had been months ago...So many months of not knowing what happened...and still nothing else. Not even a TOD, a body to bury, or even another word from who took her. He swallowed down the last of his beer to clear the pain from the back of his throat that threatened his composure. He shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath as the alcohol worked to warm him inside and keep the feelings at bay. He had to keep his wits about him and make sure he kept focused to do his job. The world didn't stop for him, not for his loss, not for anyone. Crime didn't stop and he would be there to solve it. That was how things worked for him and would be till the day his work finally killed him...
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Post by vamperious on Jul 12, 2012 15:50:44 GMT -5
Hearing the exchange at the bar she smiled , a dunk guy who is down on life, just what she was looking for. Standing up she walked over to him as he stood up and started walking to be door," excuse me, I couldn't help but over hear, perhaps you wouldn't mind sitting and keeping me company for a drink? I've had a rather long day and I could do with some company." she said her voice sweet but honest. She had had a long day and did want company but she wanted a conversation believe it or not. She was t a whore runnin around spreading her legs, she was a demon stealing souls from their hearts. (( sorry its short I'm posting from my phone after all))
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Post by kimcora on Jul 12, 2012 20:53:40 GMT -5
Logan had given up on his chances of getting anything out of Davis, the loyal Maggie follower. He'd sooner grow sober before he'd allow him to even touch even an Irish whiskey. He paid the tab he'd racked up and got to his feet, making it to the door before someone came up to him. He heard the woman's voice before he looked to her and wasn't too surprised 'her grace was spent on her face', as his father put it. It meant she was pretty but her common sense seemed to be lacking. I mean, who approached a man who obviously, he would admit, drunk off his ass and hardly in a sociable mood? She must have been pretty damn lonely. But she was offering a drink with her company...that he could spare time for. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be after this. Nothing but more case files to go through and a quiet aparetment to himself. He was still in his original apartment that he had shared with Allison, seeing as Maggie and Ellen got the brilliant idea to buy the place and refurnished it for him as the first step in him 'moving forward in his life'. The irritation it sparked in his drunken mind actually made him consider avoiding the place as long as he could was a type of spiteful rebelion to the idea. He could handle himself after all and didn't need them to help him live his life. The rebelious little thought made the idea of staying much more appeasing. "Sure, I can spare you the time, though I think your a horrible judge in company, Miss." He said with a crooked smile that seemed more reflexive than genuine.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 12, 2012 21:04:45 GMT -5
She smiled coyly as she lead him back to her seat, then heading up tot he bar she ordered a Guinness and another glass of red wine. Bringing them back she placed the Guinness before him, then took a seat. "Here you are sir...My name is Laurel. And yours is?" She smiled as she took a sip of wine, it was a sweet and dry, great for her heart and it made her mind numb, it was a good feeling. "And what bring you here to this night hot spot?" She made a joke about the bar since it was half empty, thought it was all regulars. Her hair was up in a mess only it was a popular look now a days, Her skirt was about mid thigh and her top a bit low cut not that she cared. It got her bait and it did it well.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 12, 2012 22:39:33 GMT -5
Logan followed and got the pleasure of shooting Davis a look as he took a drink of his Guinness. He was a bit surprised that the woman was drinking a wine in a pub. Then again he didn't think he recalled her face or even the name. Most of the people that wandered in here at any time of the day were usually locals, all of them regualrs as far as Logan could tell. If he remembered correctly, Maggie had had her 21st birthday here, his father celebrated his retirement here, Ellen had met her husband here, and Allison... He looked back to the woman, this Laurel, instead of dwelling on memory and decided to instead figure her out a little. Red hair that was a but on the messy side, green eyes that had a strange cleverness about them, and lips that were full and rosey. Her outfit only confirmed most of what he was already thinking. No woman dressed and carried herself like that if she wasn't looking for 'that' kind of attention. He wouldn't deny she was attractive, but he hardly cared. He was the type that was loyal till the end, a funny little sentiment it seemed since he was clearly going against his families wishes by being here all together. Allison was still his wife and that wouldn't change. "Thanks for the drink. Names Logan." He said before chuckling a bit. "What, Why am I here? I thought it was rather obvious? I'm here to drink. Besides, it was the only place that didn't have a limit on a tab..." He said loud enough for Davis to hear. He knew Davis was watching him and the girl, thuroughly confusing the man. No doubt he'd be talking with Maggie's husband soon enough and he'd have to explain himself his next visit home... "What about you? This lot hardly seems to be your sort. I'm thinking the night clubs were too dull?" He wasn't being rude, just up front that she didn't fit the scenery. Neither did he exactly, being he was only 20 himself, but usually young women that were in Chicago flocked to the many of the bars and clubs that lined the down town area. He had to make quite a few arrest there every week and he was always amazed by how many people really enjoyed the loud music, party hard lifestyle.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 12, 2012 23:29:46 GMT -5
Laurel snickered when Logan made a comment more towards the bar tender than to her. " Well, I meant why are you drinking? Its a weeknight... and I didn't think some one your age isn't in the clubs your self...I find them diluted and rather childish... Children have weak minds... Adults are better suited to have intellectual conversations with." She smirked over her glass, then took a drink, giving the bar tender a raised hand before she finished her glass in one drink," I would like a Car bomb please then my check." She was polite but she wanted to get her buzz then go home. Her brother was expecting her since her contract was over, however it never hurt to try to get a new contract. " Well Logan, a toast to your adept eyes to see i don't belong here...just as much as you do however." she said before dropping her Jagger into the Guinness and chugged it. It was an unladylike drink but it did the job.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 13, 2012 1:12:06 GMT -5
Logan was a bit put off that she chose to persue the topic of why he was here. He had his reasons worked out that he was there to blow off steam after work. He'd dealt with two homicides and drunk driving escapade today. Granted it was no diferent than work as usual, but the news he recieved after clocking out of work was what actually drove him here. That little reason was tucked away in his back pocket, safely away to hide the fact to everyone else that he was very much not okay. Her comment about the club scene however was amusing as hell though. He hardly heard that kind of vocabulary come out of a woman he age. Even Allison had a habit of using 'Like' every so often and hardly used anything like 'diluted' to describe a club scene. She was the partier after all... The icing on the cake was when she ordered a stronger drink than he'd seen any woman willing to try. She downed it quite easily too, after of course she persued to knock him with his own comment. "Alright, I get it. I'm not exactly the oldest one here, actually I think I'm the youngest, but its a nice quiet place. It's not that a club scene isn't my style some times...just has to be the right moment for me to need to be 'childish'." He said before giving her a tip of his glass for her excelent drinking choice. "But I'm here because the occasion called for it." He added, not wanting to elabroate and wasn't going to. He was kind of glad the woman didn't insist to stay longer. She was nice to talk to but he really wanted to get back before he was too down under to get to work tomorrow. "Here I can cover your bill, call it me being nice for the final drink to really cap off the night." He said deciding to fork out at least something for her putting up with him.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 13, 2012 1:40:07 GMT -5
Laurel smiled at him," Well thank you, however I do hope we meet again. Night." She smiled as she slipped out the door. Walking threw the street she eventually got tired and called a taxi, paying up front and got home quickly. Her brother was sitting up waiting for her when she got home. Closing the door he looked up from his book," Your home late....""Sorry I went out to drink... Is that a problem." "No, you could have called me however." She rolled her eyes," Really... I'm not as young as I was before." HE put his book down and put his reading glasses down, giving her a glare," You are still my little sister, I still have to watch over you." She gave him a glare back.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 13, 2012 18:03:56 GMT -5
Logan got to his feet after she had left an paid Davis what the girl had bought. It wasn't much really, just the wines and her finishing drink she chased it down with. Davis looked like he wanted to ask what that exchange was about. But Logan didn't want to explain or be reprimanded for the extra drink. He left quickly after paying, leaving Davis staring after him with concern. The Chicago night air was some of the best this time of year when summer was here but fall was not far off. July really was his favorite month. The Fourth had its fireworks and all but July had this feel about it to give time for just kicking back and relaxing, something he was once able to do quite well with friends and family. It wasn't that he really adored spending time with people but he did care about his family, despite the odd dynamics of power play going on between the sisters. This month seemed to be the excuse for his family to call him up every two days or so and ask him to come for dinner or to just see how he was doing. He always said he was fine or that maybe some other time, that he was busy. He indulged them once or twice last week and ended up with an ear full from his mother on his drinking habits and Ellen telling people that she was pregnant with her second child. It was a great and wonderful thing, that is if she hadn't gotten sick after smelling the roast and stayed in the bathroom till the pizza could be ordered. It was too much chaos in his opinion, something he hardly wanted to step into again till he could control his temper a bit more again. It took a kind of mental preparation to deal with his family for any period of time. They were all good, honest people but the had a tendency to be very vocal and the women tended to worry and give advice more than it was needed. He would try his best to put up with it for while, but he feared eventually he might say the wrong thing. He remembered when Allison had to learn the hard way about his family. It had been the home visit from hell. Allison at first tried her best to appease them, but only got into her second conversation before Maggie had cornered her about her previous profession. Logan was about to say something to dismiss the question and reprimand Maggie but Allison simply smiled at her and said quite clearly, "I was a dancer. And I was damn good one at that. Your brother tipped me a twenty with his number." That had shut Maggie up pretty quickly though she looked mortified, while his father laughed his ass off. Of course it had been a carefully placed mix of the truth. His number had in fact been given to her on a bill but not for her performance...
Logan blinked and suddenly he was on a street he knew all too well. It was the street that was just outside the club that was off the beaten path of the downtown bars and strobbing nightclubs. He had been called down by dispatch to investigate into a recent shipment order that had been moved from the back of this club. An cooperating suspect from a recent robbery in the area, claims he was in debt to the owner because of the firearm he bought from him. That had sparked an investigation of the place, getting Logan and another officer on the inside as customers of the business. It had been a week since deals had been cut and now was the night to lay down the ground works to figure out when the shipment was coming in. Logan actually got to deal with the current go between of the business, the owner, a pimp named Darius. The man was loud and prideful, his words hinted with the Chicagoan heavy inflection. He had a tight fist over his girls apparently, all of them either relying on him for drugs or owing him money for protection. Logan found it sick that any woman would sell herself for some blow or even just so she could sleep at night. It made him think of his sisters in a situation like this, instantly making this Darius character a real thorn in his side. He would have preferred to shoot the man, but protocol called for more taste to the situation. He still had no idea who exactly was sending the weapons to Darius for distribution in the first place. As Logan sat across from the beady eyed man dressed in a slick suite in front of him , he hardly saw him as someone running a profitable arms trade business. He was the lucky to someone much, much bigger. "What can I do you for Grant?" Darius asked, using Logan's cover, as Logan folded his arms from where he sat on the couch, his partner or "body guard" in this case was standing beside the couch arm with a weapon drawn. "I want to know when my shipment is in. It's been almost a week now and my buyers are getting cold feet.." Logan said, using his usually not so heavy accent to add to the foreign appeal. For some reason people in the underworld seemed much more at ease with dealers from Europe. Darius wave a had as if fanning away his worries. "Its all taken care of. You should expect your shipment by the end of the month." Logan didn't look pleased. "Month? I can't wait a month." He snarled but Darius only shot him an edged look. "You will. I'm the only man in the area with this kind of quality grade weaponry. That pistol on your man is junk compared to my stuff and you know it." Logan gave Darius a narrow eyed glare before he looked off towards the stages in the middle of the room. It was hard not to notice the girls there, charming the men with their scanty outfits and their flexibility with a pole. His attention was caught when one of the girls slipped her way down the pole and strut her way into the back, blonde hair swishing behind her. Logan thought nothing of it at first, till he looked back at Darius a moment later and found the girl at his side. She was young, no older than he himself was putting her at about 19, with long bleach blonde hair and startling blue eyes. Her left arm had a shoulder of tattoos roses and other flowers by the appearance of it. She batted long lashes at him and whispered something in Darius's ear. Logan noticed how she leaned over the arm of the couch, showing off the length of her body hardly covered by the tight corset type piece she had on. Darius gave a chuckle. "Yes, he's a client, a business client...Hear that Grant? My new dancer is interested in you." Logan gave her a wink and half smile that she returned by strutting her way over to him. She moved around to his side, sitting gracefully on the arm of the couch. Her hand snaked to his cheek, forcing him to look at her from where she was perched. her legs were crossed, the heel that was supporting her legs, digging into the couch cushion beside his leg, affording him a fell view of her legs. He noticed her surprise however when he didn't touch her, just looked her in the eyes. She cleared her throat before leaning in and pretending to kiss his ear. "I know what you are...." She whispered softly. Logan wasn't sure what she meant so he continued to smile as to not blow his cover. "And what is that?" He said with a slight chuckle. "Please...Like I can't sniff out a cop." Logan couldn't help that his smile twitched, especially since her nails dug into his shoulder from where she leaned on him, the smell of her perfume filling his senses for a moment. "Don't worry. I won't tell. I want to help you. i know about the shippments. He trusts me...I can get the information you need." Logan gave a chuckle to hide the relief in his features. "That can't be for free." He mused and she pulled away giving him a coy smile, the look mischevious rather than comforting. However, Logan felt he could trust her...He looked away from her and grabbed his wallet. He passed her a twenty, much to her surprise and at first she looked slightly offended. Till of course she noticed the white card wrapped behing the bill. She paused a moment before he gave him a sincere look that lit up her face in a way he hardly imagined possible. "Thanks..." She said before she hopped off the couch and strode away...
Logan awoke face first into his pillow, the sound of his alarm clock screeching through his bedroom at an annoying pitch. He quickly slammed his hand on the button and rolled over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He felt something wet on his eyes and quickly pulled his hand away. He felt his anger rising at the dream. He had drank that much to shove away the memories not bring them back full force... He got to his feet and went to get a shower and got dressed in his uniform. He had a long day of work, a desk full of cases, and he hardly wanted to waste time feeling sorry for himself.
((Oh the year was supposed to be 2011 on the paper thing. Just so you know))
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Post by vamperious on Jul 14, 2012 12:34:21 GMT -5
Laurel sighed," I'm headed to bed. I'll see you in the morning." she walked away up the stairs as he continued to talk down to her. She was tired of him talking down to her. He made it seem like he was better than her, he was older yeah but he had taken less contracts then she had in the past 5 years. It had been a while since his last one, intact it was more like he was the stay at home mom , only there to yell at her.
The next morning she rolled out of bed, looking at the alarm seeing it was a hour before her alarm went off she huffed getting up, turning off the alarm and jumped into the shower. She needs a new contract now, she assumed it was why her brother was nagging was because she was never home, she was always out on contracts. Exactly how she liked to be, out and about getting souls so she could kill. Unlike her jaded brother who preceded to stay home and gloat and pout. Heading out at a quarter past 7, she walked to her favorite coffee place. She was wearing her mess of red hair down letting it dry in the morning Chicago air, her heels clicked smartly as she strolled in ordering her usual when she was set home a double espresso with blue berry capachino hold the foam. Sitting down she made sure she dress was setting proberly it was a pretty blue knee dress with a cute light blue ribbon around her middle. It was modest and fashionable something she missed wearing after a year of being treated as a slut. sighing she inhailed the sweet sent of her coffee, it woke her up and calmed her mind. Getting the morning paper from the man next to her, he was more than welcome to give her the paper. In the paper on the front page it talked about a high class lawyer being found murdered in his own home, his wife was away on a trip and he was dead. She grinned at it, so she was now front page material, that made her smile.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 14, 2012 15:33:08 GMT -5
Logan came into station, eyes behind sunglasses and head a bit lower than usual. The guys didn't bother him as he clocked in, or at least not till he tossed his bag down in the locker room to get belt and more ammo for his gun. The cops with him seemed to silently be milling about, till finally one decided to mess with the brooding bear. "Hey Logan, you've got a new case from Chief. Aparently there was a homocide last night, pretty gruesome." Logan gave a small smile as he slipped the sunglasses ontop of his head. "Alright. But I'm pretty sure your more excited for it than I am, Joey." He looked at the blonde haired man who was a bit more heavy set, his face portraying his interest in the case. He was older than Logan by two years but he had more the spirit of his age than Logan did. Joey gave Logan a scoff. "Yeah yeah, quit making me feel like the Robbin to your Batman, kid." A couple of the other man laughed and even Logan laughed. "When did that happen? Besides, I don't think the spandex goes well with our uniform." He snickered before tossing his bag in his locker and grabbing his gun. "Yeah yeah, Kincade. Go grab the file and lets go get some breakfast. I'm starving." Logan headed off to grab the case file from his desk. He was glad for the distraction this early in the morning, especially when the night had been longer than he planned. He walked with Joey to one of the cruisers and the car ride was filled with talking about the case. He enjoyed that about Joey. Though the guy was a bit of a goof, he was focused on his job. "Look at this, he was dead all night and the maid found him. Some lawyer dude...And the wife, she didn't even care about how he died when talking with police over the phone." Joey said, as Logan pulled into the small parking lot coffee shop. It was the closest place to the station making it the fastes stop. Logan shook his head at the file. "Just goes to show you money can't buy everything." Joey raised a brow as a picture of the wife came up in the file. "Damn but it can afford some good surgeons. She's almost fifty and look at her! Looks like one of those Victoria Secrets Angels." Logan didn't pay mind to the photo as they walked in, only pointed to the photo of the goery scene of the murder. "Seems someone had motive. Look at that. Completely shredded him up. Even the organs. But the blood spatter is controlled. It was done with something sharp and quick, not anything blunt like an axe or hammer--" "God Logan, enough. You're ruining my appetite. I don't know how you can think like that." Joey coughed and Logan shrugged. "Used to it. Dad brought case files alot worse than that home. I used to help him look them over." Joey shook his head. "You're one messed up dude. I swear, your psyche is titched if you don't want to look at the chest on this woman but want to focus on the bloody remains of her husband." The two got up to the counter and ordered their coffee's, Logan getting just a plain coffee while Joey grabbed a breakfast sandwich as well. They stood and talked, Logan making more comments about the blood while Joey looked like he might pass out. It was a rather funny exchange, to those who could stand the convo.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 14, 2012 16:36:13 GMT -5
laurel giggled as a guy asked her for her number, she shook her head, putting down the paper she had been reading. " I'm so sorry, I'm actually seeing some one...But thank you." The man blushed and smiled at her," There is no need to brush me off- I'm sure I'm better than this 'other guy'... Come on give me a shot." His voice was slightly pushy. She glared at him, her face going from pretty and pleasant to horrible and deathly. "I said back off before I take my hand and reach so far down your throat I will pull your heart strings threw your teeth." her voice carried a bit and a few people around them went silent and a look of two was cast her way. They guy's face was pale and confused how this powder puff went form cute to demonic. He stood up from his chair he had uninhibitedly taken and went back to his normal spot. She glared at him the whole time back to his seat. Closing her eyes, her jaw tight as she reminded her self she was in public, she took a small sip of her coffee, enjoying the slight burn of the hot liquid as it rolled down her throat. it was calming, however when she opened her eyes, she was looking at the man she met last night. Logan, she smiled and waved at him, hoping he saw her. He was in a police uniform and had a little blonde boy behind him, she smiled at that- he had a little buddy.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 14, 2012 21:24:39 GMT -5
Logan grabbed his coffee getting ready to go add the sugar and stuff to it before he was nearly mowed over by a man on his way back to his seat. He raised a brow and noticed things had gotten quiet on that side of the room. He started to add the cream to his coffee when he heard Joey give a whistle behind him. "Hey Logan, I think you got a pretty girl waving at you." Logan raised a brow at him and looked up to see Laurel there sitting. She was wearing something better than what she had on last night if he remembered correctly. He remembered she was an attractive girl but Joey seemed enamored by her. Then again, only moments ago he was all over the photo of the widow in this case. Logan gave Laurel a smile, offering her a stiff wave. Joey looked slightly shocked by his lack of notice. He gave Logan a shake of his head and went over to Laurel, much to Logan's slight annoyance. "Don't." He warned but Joey didn't listen. He walked up to her and gave her a smile. "Hey, sorry for his rudeness, miss." He said before jerking a finger over his shoulder at Logan. "He's a real kill joy for a good day." He said before offering her his hand. "Joey Sanzer. And your name is?"
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Post by vamperious on Jul 15, 2012 2:28:49 GMT -5
(( He isn't bright....lol))
Laurel looked at the man who approached her. He was blonde and had a soul, so she returned the smile. Lookign at his hand she took it lightly and shook his hand," Laurel. Nice to meet you Mr. Sanzer. I'm sure he may be a kill joy but I'm betting he is good at his job. Am I wrong Logan?" her voice was sweet and teasing, the woman a table from her was giving her a smirk since she was being nice just after being demented. Her hands went back around her coffee and she brought it to her lips waiting on Logan to get mean and impatient with her. She figured he was the type.
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