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Post by kimcora on Jul 15, 2012 21:06:30 GMT -5
Joey was being a moron. Could he not tell Laurel had no interest whatsoever? Logan gave a frown and took a drink from his coffee. When Joey spoke of him being a kill joy, Logan gave him a narrow of his eyes that he was sure Joey could feel on the back of his head. Logan however was forced to turn a look to Laurel when she mentioned his abilities at his job. He lowered his coffee and gave her a gruff frown. "I like to think so." He said before walking up to collect Joey before he made a bigger moron out of himself. "Come on, we've got a job to do." He said and Joey sighed. "Can't I enjoy a breakfast before we go look at a nasty dead man?" Logan gave him a serious look, one that hardly left room for arguement.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 15, 2012 22:19:37 GMT -5
laurel knew exactly where they were going, she smiled looking at Joey," Check under the pillow." She said with a sweet smile on her lips, as she took another sip of her coffee. She had left the man's right eye under his pillow- She read in the report that some parts were still missing. She put that their because he said he slept with his right eye open... Now he did. Putting the paper down she left, not long after they did. She was glad they had left. Walking down the street she looked into shops and found a pretty bridal dress, it was red and had a long train, smirking she knew she would never wear one- being a demon and all- but it never hurt to look. Walking past she sighed," Now where to start..." She mused to herself, looking for some place where the troubled would be, she walked past a beat up warehouse, where she heard music coming from. Walking into the large opening she looked about to see a few gangsters standing up as she came closer. Some of their eyes went red with envy a few with lust. she smiled and walked past them till a rather large person got in front of her path, stopping she smiled. "I would like to meet with your head hoodlum." The man snorted a laugh," I don't think so lady. " " I think so..." She said as he simply pushed her way past the man, who was frozen in a slight fear by how the woman who looked harmless suddenly looked frightening and demonic, his muscles frozen still. Heading to the middle of the old dock's ware house she, she opened the door and had a great smile on her lips," Hello, I want to be of your service for a small price." The man sitting with his feet up on a box looked at her with a bit of surpise and grined," Look, I don't want a whore-" " I'm not a whore... Or a beggar... I'm a contractor..." The man looked confused," Like an assassin? We don't need you. Get lost.." " She smiled at him and she walked around him, running a finger along his arm across his shoulder. A shiver running threw the man she couldn't stop looking at her. " Now, I want you to give me your soul...And I will give you anything your heart could ever desire... Money...Power... Status....Women... Anything..." It was a shallow move she agreed with herself but it got his attention.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 15, 2012 23:23:41 GMT -5
When Logan finally all but dragged Joey out of the coffee shop and into the cruiser, he was kicking the car into gear and peeling off for the appartment. They had wasted time there and he needed to have his time correct. The Chief would be pissed with them and it would look unprofessional. "What do you think she meant by that?" Logan looked at Joey with a questioning look. "What?" "Check under the pillow.." Logan gave a shrug. Maybe it was some kind of lingo or something people used now-a-days like, Yolo or something. When they finally arrived at the place, another cruiser was angled into the parking lot along with the other remnants of CSI. He got out with Joey and they instantly headed towards the source of the commotion. The scene was calm despite the wreck of the place. Blood and body matter was on the white carpeted living room, the smell of death taking over the space completely. Joey looked pale like he was going to gag when he saw the blood stained carpet but a CSI analysis agent quickly scolded him, saying he would "Kick his ass if he tampered with the crime scene!" Joey quickly turned his back to the blood while Logan took a look at the crime scene a bit better. The home wasn't trashed or ransacked...so it wasn't a robbery. So that meant the person had intent to murder. He went back to the front door and found no sign of a forced entry. No window was unlocked or broken, and no lock seemed tampered with. It was pointing to someone the Vic trusted...Not the wife, maybe a friend or neighbor? He walked up to where the body once was and knelt near it. His eyes burned into the carpet where blood stained the white along with bits of flesh. He looked up at the agent and asked for a pair of gloves. "Sure" The guy said though seemed hardly pleased, "It's not like you'll find more than flesh. We're still looking for the man's eye." Logan nodded. He had read the file saying there were peices missing from the body. "Joey. Go ask the neighbors if they heard anything last night. Get witness reports filed." He took the gloves when they were offered and put them on. He tugged a bit at the carpet where he had seen the odd shift in pattern. There were long slices in the carpet, looking to be five in a row at different levels, with little drag to them. He got up as an image came to him of the markings on the wall near where Allison's blood was. Five identical marks, different in length... He shook his head quickly dispelling the htought. This couldn't be the same. This person didn't have anything to do with the weapons trade. He was a lawyer sure but he mostly dabbled only with big businesses. He had watched one of his cases a couple years back while he was still in the academy. The guy was a pro liar but no common day sleeze ball. He was good at what he did and hardly would be the kind to fall into illegal activity, or need to. He turned on his heels and saw Joey was infact gone. The guy had listened to him for once... He walked with a bit of a smirk to the back of the home to look for signs of a struggle perhaps somewhere else. He went back and found the master bedroom. It was clean despite a bit of a wrinkle to the bed and the closet being opened. Logan first checked the closet but didn't find anything unusual. He then went to under the bed, all the corners, and even the air vent nearby. Still nothing. He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to think of where else to look. "Check under the pillow" He glanced at the bed and thought for a moment. It was worth a shot after all since he had no other ideas. Logan went over to the large King sized bed, and laid a gloved hand on the soft goose feather pillow. He lifted it, expecting to find nothing. He hated how wrong he was...
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Post by vamperious on Jul 16, 2012 14:22:13 GMT -5
The man stuttered, having problems keeping his mind on the task at hand. " Anything? For something so small?" He asked in a soft tone as she let his mind run wild. " What if I said I wanted you?" Her eyes sparkled as she turned to look at him," If that's the case then, sign a contract with me so your little soul and I will defiantly let you have me." "All of you?" She grinned an evil grin while her back was turned to him. " All of me completely, every bit of it... Down to the very last Soul." She mumbled the last part to not distract him. He nodded," Where is the paper? Once i have you you will grant my ever whim- for ever. where do I sign?" She loved it when they underestimated a contract. She smiled," It's a verbal one... repeat after me...I, state your full name, do swear my soul as eternal payment- In exchange for my desire." "I, Mason Richards, do swear my soul as eternal payment for my desire. Now give me what I want!" She smiled," And I Laurel Helaverious Do accept you soul as payment for you desire. May this blood make a true and binding contract between man and Demons." He grabbed the small knife she pulled out and cut his hand, she did the same and shook his hand. He grabbed her hair with a bloody hand and pulled her face towards his. Shew as smiling in a playful way, he was about to kiss her, but his face made a sick expression, pale and emotionless. Her hand had nails threw him and into the floor. Piercing his heart with her middle finger she move her fingers making him more green colored as he bled out all the more. " Oh your quite the bleeding heart. Mason... You should have been very clear in your dealings with devils... You technically had me as soon as you touched me... So contract is up... Good bye. May your tormented soul last for an eternity in my heart." She grinned as she pulled her nails from him and cave him a few more cuts and trashed the room a bit to make it look more like a struggle. It was more convenient that way. His minions were next. She reached in and gave his dead lips, barely warm and breathed in his soul that simply misted from his mouth. It was a dull pink color, meaning he had taken lives before. Smiling she called 911 on his phone and left it. Heading out of the room, she found that she was surrounded by a few men, who didn't look like they wanted to visit, which made her smile. Pulling out her knife she slit each ones throat, leaving their souls to soak into the ground, since she couldn't claim them for herself. A few men still survived as she simply walked out. She was sure the police would be their eventually but she was going to be home by then, simply cleaning house for her poor brother.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 16, 2012 19:34:18 GMT -5
Logan stood by the door, his hand to his mouth with a deep in thought look as he watched the CSI unit collect the eye from beneath the pillow and scowered the room. "Check under the pillow..." He muttered just as Joey came back into the room. "Jeez what did I miss?!" He said as he saw all the extra units in the home. "An eye was found under the pillow." Joey gave a queasy look. "Oh....gross." He said before his next question was drowned out from static chatter over the radio at his hip. He turned it up and heard the call go out for the nearest officers for District 13 to head to a warehouse, the unit number they were in charge of. They got the address and quickly headed down to the car. It was a speed off of sirens and rushing, due to the fact aparently the call came out from within the premise then after from a person who was in critical condition. They came into a halt outside the place with two other cars. Logan was first out of the car, drawing his gun from his hip as he made his way to the side door of the warehouse. He found a the door open slightly and he entered with his gun pointed down but tensed and ready to shoot when needed. "Help...." He heard someone weeze and he made his way over to a young kid, thug in appearance, who was bleeding out on the floor. He checked his surroundings before kneeling by the kid. He checked for a gun shot or stab wound, instead he found a slash from navel to neck that was deep and nasty. "Please man--tried to kill me--got the boss--" Logan quickly gave the kid a shushing motion, a finger to his lips. "Are they still in the building?" He asked quietly and the kid shook his head. "Nah she left--bitch was scary as hell." Logan frowned and was bout to ask more till other cops started filing into the room. A couple went to check room and bodies while EMT's swept over to the bleeding kid. Logan made his way to the back when he was called and found the back room rather easily. He found it trashed and destroy with a body on the floor. Logan cursed. It was Mcalister a gang banger drug boss from the area. Logan had been tracing him earlier and seeing him in different cases. He was being used as a goat to lead them to the lions of the opperations. He looked at the man and saw the hole over where his heart was, long and perfectly through. Like something thin and cut through skin at a perfect hole... "Red hair..." He muttered remembering Laurel's face, but it made no sense. What would a woman want with a bunch small time gangsters?
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Post by vamperious on Jul 16, 2012 20:00:57 GMT -5
Laurel went shopping and brought home some chips and some soda, hoping to get a nice show on the news later. Her brother looked at her when she walked in smiling. "You smell like death... What happened?" He asked like she had gotten a promotion at work or something. "I got snacks to watch the news with... Turn it on!" She went into the kitchen and got the snacks out of the bag and into a bowl for them. her brother turned on the news and smiled a sharp toothed smile. The news was getting a 'live' feed on a massacre at a ware house, one survives. Only comments was that she was a scary individual. Her brother was laughing so hard he about fell off the couch. "Well thank you for the compliment." She whacked him, he didn't even seem to notice," That was fantastic. I'm rather proud of you." She smiled," Thank you... so when are you going to get a contract of your own?" "When I feel like it. Punk."
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Post by kimcora on Jul 16, 2012 21:25:12 GMT -5
Logan went back out into the opening of the warehouse where EMT's sat patching up the kid. He was still panicking and they were having trouble keeping him seated. Logan went over to the stretcher and knew that perhaps he shouldn't be bothering a kid in trauma, but he had to ask him about the woman he was talking about. He had heard him shouting something about red hair earlier...did that mean the woman had red hair or was he just going into shock from blood loss. "Kid, the woman, I want to find her. Got a name? Face? Anything." The kid shook his head. "No--no name. Just face--well sorta-she came at too fast. I saw red hair and I think she was a white girl, real pale, with a dress." He was shaking really hard and looked like he was ready to pass out. "She had eyes like death's door man....green like poison. Like that chick from Batman, the Poison Ivy bitch--" His eyes suddenly went back in his head and the kid went into convulsions. The EMT's were quick at work into getting him into the ambulance and off to the hospital. Ruining his chances to get more information. It wasn't enough for a description however, or anything concrete...however, Laurel's face kept coming to mind and the comment about the pillow... Red hair, green eyes, pale, dress.......Not enough. Logan gritted his teeth and looked back to see Joey was hunched over and looked like he was ready to vomit up his breakfast. One of the other cops had him handled so Logan didn't bother. He was busy thinking things over. Perhaps this was the work of someone from the drug bosses sent to take care of the guy. Maybe they knew the cops were onto him. The struggle in the room suggested a fight...but those slash marks on the lackies throat suggested a knife. But where was it? Normally a killer of this magnitude would get rid of the knife nearby, unless they were smart and kept it... Logan looked back and saw an officer talking to another about the scene. He noticed them pointing to the security cameras but Logan only shook his head. Those things were long dead, not replaced or maintained for years. There was no hope of salvaging anything from them. No they needed hard core evidence from the scene..but he had a feeling this would lead to no open ends. He would have to think outside the box for this.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 16, 2012 21:42:50 GMT -5
Cleaning the house a bit her brother went out for his afternoon walk. He didn't have a very eventful walk, he usual walk entailed a hot girls number and a coffee appointment. He was enjoying being a human more than his sister, only she was all work and no play. Walking back into the house he smiled at her, she was wearing an apron and had dust in her hair since she had been cleaning the ceiling fans, a nasty job. It had been a year since she cleaned last, with his sister not home he didn't have to pretend to want to be a demon and to just live as a human till he needed a new soul. "Hey, have a nice run?" He nodded heading back up to his office space to get on the computer to write in his blog, he hated being asked questions in the morning. Even if it was the after noon to every one else.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 16, 2012 23:20:38 GMT -5
Logan sat back in his desk, his eyes burning into the case files of yesterday. All of it gruesome scenes...one with a bit more personality, the other with less. The person was sloppy and let themselves be seen...but who the hell could fit that description the kid gave? He died that night in the hospital, leaving Logan no room to ask him much more. Whoever the killer was...they wanted to be caught didn't they? Or was this all just some big game? He toyed with the idea all that night. Had slept on it and wondered just how he could possibly tie this down to anyone with no evidence. That was right, no evidence. Nothing. Not even anything useful at the scene. Autopsy was suposed to be getting things from the vic now... He sighed, falling back into his chair with his hands covering his face. He'd had another dream of Allison that night. One of their first date. The memory of her in a pretty orange dress haunted him even now as he struggled to hold back his anger. He hated feeling like he was one step behind everything and cases like this didn't have an easy fix. Whoever was involved in these cases was out and about. Two killers or one roaming on the streets to kill others and do as they pleased. He gave his desk a solid kick, putting a dent in the metal top that was bolted to the heavy base. His foot throbbed after he did it, but the release of the pent up aggression helped him to at least lean in and focus on his papers. He got a call on his phone a moment later and quickly he raised it to his ear with an irritated, "hello?" "Kincade, we need you down at the lab to help transport the body to the funeral home. autopsy is done." He gave a huff at the Chief's voice and knew he had no choice but to go. He got everything together and drove down to the CSI sector. They were busy analyzing a few things, something of which he caught Joey peeking over a woman's shoulder looking at. "Skipping work?" Logan half growled and Joey jumped but gave Logan a smile. "Nope. Helping my sis out." The woman looked to Kincade and gave him a wink. "Autopsy found a hair follacle on the shirt...Red." Joey nodded. "But it doesn't match anything in the system. No criminals in the area." Logan thought for a moment, the hunch hitting him before he could stop himself from asking. "Try looking up a Laurel..." The woman looked just as confused as Joey, the same blank expression. "Why Laurel?" Joey asked and his sister raised a brow. "Have a last name?" "No. Just try it." She sighed and typed in the name for the file. The computer processed it for a moment but came up short of anyone in their system with that name, none of which were the girl he was looking for. "She's not in our system. Not a criminal with a past." She said and Joey shook his head. "She's not a criminal. She's just some chick we saw at a coffee place with red hair. Kincade is just paranoid." Logan cleared his throat and without a word walked to go find the Chief. His hunch was quelled and he had little else to wonder about. But something still didn't sit right with him. Whatever it was, he had to forget it for now. He had to do this job and then he could worry about the dead.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 16, 2012 23:37:37 GMT -5
She watched him huff to his little office space, she shook her head and sighed, it was getting later and it was almost time to go get a few drinks. heading into her room, she took a scolding shower, then put on a pair of black yoga pants and a white tank top, her black bra showing a bit- not that she cared. her hair down- handing about to her hips, letting it air dry she slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and headed outside to the taxi, then off to the bar she had met Logan at. She was sure he would be there tonight- if she figured him right he would be. Upon entering the bar she smiled at the bar tender and ordered a Irish coffee and three shots of Jamison. She was in the mood to sleep well tonight with out the annoying souls making her head hurt. They were noisy creatures there in her being that were tormented by the eternal flames that licked at the Demon's own soul.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 17, 2012 0:26:02 GMT -5
The rest of his day had been hell. Not only was the escort to give the body back to the family hell, but afterwards he was confined to his desk to do paper work all day .To top the cake off with icing, Maggie called and invited him to dinner with the family tomorrow. He usually ignored her calls, but he had been in such a funk he hadn't paid attention. She caught him in his own lie of being too busy to go too. She had talked to Davis and the snake had ratted his drinking habit out to his sister. For all Logan knew, 'dinner' tommorow would wind him up on Intervention. He cursed under his breath as he walked into the bar, his favorite and usual place. Dvis was behind the counter of course, giving Logan a perfect opportunity to stick his anger to him. "My sister, seriously Davis? You sicked Maggie on me?!" He snapped, the man at the bar next to him actually getting up and moving in case there was a fight. Davis tuned and found Logan there, his face draining of color when he saw how pissed he was. He knew it all wasn't over Maggie but he had a hunch Maggie had sent him over the edge. "Yeah I called her. You need to slow down Logan. Drinking isn't going to do anything for ya. Can't bring back lost souls man." Logan's eyes narrowed at him. "No no no, your not preaching to me. Nope, I'm a customer dammit and I want my beer and for you to stay out of my business." He knew he was getting out of hand but he was sick and tired of everyone treating him like he was a basket case over the loss of Allison... His heart stung a little at the thought and he quickly reigned his anger back. Davis swallowed and knew the guy was just venting. He wouldn't hold it against him not with the luck the police were having with recent murders.. "Alright sit down. I'll get you a Jack and coke and let you sip on something a bit less potent okay?" He mixxed the drink rather quickly but Logan seemed hardly appeased. He was still glaring at the counter, looking as though he wanted depserately to understand something.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 17, 2012 7:55:30 GMT -5
A coffee and three shots in her favorite human strolled into the door. She smiled and sat still, He was yelling at the bar tender. She listened to the small exchange and she frowned- he was really hurting, she could help if he helped her in return. She stood up and went to the bar and sat next to him. " Good evening Logan. Mind if I join you here? I'll have two more shots of Jamie and a pint of bush mills and ice." She ordered from the bartender, she was in a good mood to drink tonight. She looked Logan over, he looked stressed and kinda angry, making her want to ask him whats eating at him.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 17, 2012 12:53:30 GMT -5
Logan flinched when he heard the female voice beside him. He glanced over and saw Laurel there. He couldn't keep his frown from deepening as he took in her red hair and green eyes...but that was hardly a reason to point fingers at her or treat her as an enemy. He gave a shrug, motioning to the seat next to him. "Go right ahead. It's an open bar." He grumbled before downing the drink rather quickly. He wanted to be numb to everything, so that he could think clearly. He wanted to forget but understand. He wanted to catch whoever this was killing people. Regardless on wether they were good people, horrible people, villains or heroes, murder was murder and he didn't intend to take it lightly.
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Post by vamperious on Jul 17, 2012 22:30:48 GMT -5
Laurel smiled at him," Well thank you. However I think it isn't an open bar since your bar man happens to be around your sister's finger?" she commented taking a shot, she was remembering what the bar man and Logan had been arguing about a few moments ago. She remembered the little fights her and her brother had kinda like that only it was on who she tried to save humans instead of shredding them. Smiling faintly she downed anther shot, her head starting to buzz a bit. " Well if it makes you feel any better- I feel bad about prying, however I am curious about you Officer Logan...Your friend was sweet. Obvious and hopeless but sweet. she said being polite as she sipped large drinks of her bush mills. It was hard to keep her mind straight making her ramble but she needed this with the random torment that was woken up recently fro the massive blood shed she had caused today.
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Post by kimcora on Jul 18, 2012 11:46:45 GMT -5
Logan tensed slightly when she mentioned his sister and he looked over at her with a bit of an eye narrow. He was slightly irritated though he knew he opened himself up to that. He gave her a smile though it was a bit tired. "Yeah. I guess your right." he said abd got another drink from Davis who was slowly relenting. Logan couldn't help the laugh that came from him when she said that she was curious about him and even mentioned Joey. "Yeah, well dont call me Officer when I'm trying to drink. I'm off duty." He said, since it was kinda a guilt thing. He wasn't drinking in uniform so he didn't want to think of himself in uniform. It added more of a weight to him. "Curious huh? Don't let Joey hear that he might get jealous." He chuckled as he thought about earlier that day. He was confused as to why this woman would want anything to do with him.
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