badbabysitter
Vault Girl
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- Jul 6, 2002
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( please read OOC)
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"And the LORD said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain,
vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the LORD set a
mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him."
----Genesis 4:15
" Love is the ghost haunting your head, love is the killer you thought was your friend,
Love is the Beast that will tear out your heart, hungrily lick it and painfully pick it apart"
---- Concrete Blonde
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It was another dark and stormy night. There seemed to be alot of them these days, like all of Mother Nature decided to take a piss on the Big Apple. Crime was supposed to be down, the streets were safe allegedly. God bless the patriot act and pass the ammo. But murder was murder, and that was never going to change.
The detective lit a Marlboro as she stepped out of her "unmarked" police car, which screamed "police" to any out side of the village idiot. She was tall and slim with a strong build whch she kept under an ever increasingly wet tan trenchcoat. Her normally spiked wheat blonde hair was begining to wilt under the pressure of pellets of rain. She took a drag and looked around.
A shit hole alley in Alphabet City, the kind of place rats in Hells kitchen wouldnt be caught dying in. And naturally there was a dead rat in it, a big dead human one.
She crossed the street and slipped under the yellow police tape and into the crime scene proper. Already the looky-loos were gawking about. A few uniformed officers were trying to keep the peace, canvass so-called "witnesses" and generally look authoriative.
None of this mattered, what mattered was lying under neath the white tarp in fron of her. And the harried stress woman in the white jumpsuit beside it.
" Whatta we got" she said coming over to the woman.
The woman was the ME, a long time partner in business you might say. They shared the casuallness of people who spend too much time with each other professionally. Affection, but tired.
" Male, Hispanic, aged roughly 25 to 30, tatto of roses in a band under his left ear"
" Miguel Rosario" the detective snorted
" You know him?"
" From my days in vice, yeah, pimp and a middle man drug dealer for the Santo Diablos", also with a fondness for diddling underage girls, but there was enough creep factor already
" Then you probably know what you're going to see already Detective"
" Shit..." the detective kneeled down beside the tarp and rubbed the birth mark on the back of her neck, a nervous habit, " alright, unwrap the goods"
Miguel Rosario in all his glory. Strutted out in all his finest pimp daddy clothes. Top of the line designer ware and gaudy jewellery, all thrown together by an epileptic colour blind monkey. But it wasnt the clothes she was paying attention too.
Miguels neck had been slit from ear to ear in a huge wide gash, blood soaked the top of his shirt line, but little else. His wrists splayed comfortably at his side were testimony of the same.
" Another one.." she muttered.
The ME started to pontificate " I'd say he's been out here no less than an hour, and I know you've heard this before, but there should be a lot more blood.I technically wont know the COD untill I get him on the slab, but if its anything like the others.."
" I know I know" the detective stood up and looked around.
Cause of death, massive blood loss. Someone had slit open three scum of the earth drug dealers in the space of a week and half and drained their blood and left them in alleys in their own neighborhoods. Three diferent drug dealers, fronting for three different crime organizations, first the jamaicans, then the mob, now a huge hispanic street gang. This was getting ugly,, really reall fast.
" Detective !!" came a voice from beside her, she turned to it
FLASH! Bright light exploded in her eyes. The spots appaeared fro a second
" Do you have any new leads on the Vampire killer that a terrified city should be aware of"
The spots cleared and there was a vampire of its own light . Ned Lounds. "Intrepid" reprter for the New York Public Eye, a slick borderline tabloid that prided itself on the lowest common denminator.
" Just one, lounds"the detective said stepping towards the reporter
Lounds smiled nervously, not expecting the reply., but he was suckered into standing still. She grabbed him by the lapels and and all but thrust him 6 feet towards the yellow line, sprawling on his ass. Camara clattering, tape recorder flying
" if i EVER catch you in another crime scene, obstruction of justice will be the last think you're thinking of in Rikers!"
Lounds crawled up onto his knees, grabbed his camera and fled , whining behind as he fled with tail between his legs.
" This is police brutality, i'll have your badge"
" Good!", the detective yelled back, " Its Meaghan Saunders, thats, S-A-fuck you Saunders!"
He scurried off.
The next few minutes were just a recap of the same events as the last two homicides. No witnesses. Random phone call. Body was still warm.
The thunder boomed once elsewhere in the city.
This was going to be a long night
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check out the OOC before posting , purdy please?
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"And the LORD said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain,
vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the LORD set a
mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him."
----Genesis 4:15
" Love is the ghost haunting your head, love is the killer you thought was your friend,
Love is the Beast that will tear out your heart, hungrily lick it and painfully pick it apart"
---- Concrete Blonde
-------------------------------------------------------------------
It was another dark and stormy night. There seemed to be alot of them these days, like all of Mother Nature decided to take a piss on the Big Apple. Crime was supposed to be down, the streets were safe allegedly. God bless the patriot act and pass the ammo. But murder was murder, and that was never going to change.
The detective lit a Marlboro as she stepped out of her "unmarked" police car, which screamed "police" to any out side of the village idiot. She was tall and slim with a strong build whch she kept under an ever increasingly wet tan trenchcoat. Her normally spiked wheat blonde hair was begining to wilt under the pressure of pellets of rain. She took a drag and looked around.
A shit hole alley in Alphabet City, the kind of place rats in Hells kitchen wouldnt be caught dying in. And naturally there was a dead rat in it, a big dead human one.
She crossed the street and slipped under the yellow police tape and into the crime scene proper. Already the looky-loos were gawking about. A few uniformed officers were trying to keep the peace, canvass so-called "witnesses" and generally look authoriative.
None of this mattered, what mattered was lying under neath the white tarp in fron of her. And the harried stress woman in the white jumpsuit beside it.
" Whatta we got" she said coming over to the woman.
The woman was the ME, a long time partner in business you might say. They shared the casuallness of people who spend too much time with each other professionally. Affection, but tired.
" Male, Hispanic, aged roughly 25 to 30, tatto of roses in a band under his left ear"
" Miguel Rosario" the detective snorted
" You know him?"
" From my days in vice, yeah, pimp and a middle man drug dealer for the Santo Diablos", also with a fondness for diddling underage girls, but there was enough creep factor already
" Then you probably know what you're going to see already Detective"
" Shit..." the detective kneeled down beside the tarp and rubbed the birth mark on the back of her neck, a nervous habit, " alright, unwrap the goods"
Miguel Rosario in all his glory. Strutted out in all his finest pimp daddy clothes. Top of the line designer ware and gaudy jewellery, all thrown together by an epileptic colour blind monkey. But it wasnt the clothes she was paying attention too.
Miguels neck had been slit from ear to ear in a huge wide gash, blood soaked the top of his shirt line, but little else. His wrists splayed comfortably at his side were testimony of the same.
" Another one.." she muttered.
The ME started to pontificate " I'd say he's been out here no less than an hour, and I know you've heard this before, but there should be a lot more blood.I technically wont know the COD untill I get him on the slab, but if its anything like the others.."
" I know I know" the detective stood up and looked around.
Cause of death, massive blood loss. Someone had slit open three scum of the earth drug dealers in the space of a week and half and drained their blood and left them in alleys in their own neighborhoods. Three diferent drug dealers, fronting for three different crime organizations, first the jamaicans, then the mob, now a huge hispanic street gang. This was getting ugly,, really reall fast.
" Detective !!" came a voice from beside her, she turned to it
FLASH! Bright light exploded in her eyes. The spots appaeared fro a second
" Do you have any new leads on the Vampire killer that a terrified city should be aware of"
The spots cleared and there was a vampire of its own light . Ned Lounds. "Intrepid" reprter for the New York Public Eye, a slick borderline tabloid that prided itself on the lowest common denminator.
" Just one, lounds"the detective said stepping towards the reporter
Lounds smiled nervously, not expecting the reply., but he was suckered into standing still. She grabbed him by the lapels and and all but thrust him 6 feet towards the yellow line, sprawling on his ass. Camara clattering, tape recorder flying
" if i EVER catch you in another crime scene, obstruction of justice will be the last think you're thinking of in Rikers!"
Lounds crawled up onto his knees, grabbed his camera and fled , whining behind as he fled with tail between his legs.
" This is police brutality, i'll have your badge"
" Good!", the detective yelled back, " Its Meaghan Saunders, thats, S-A-fuck you Saunders!"
He scurried off.
The next few minutes were just a recap of the same events as the last two homicides. No witnesses. Random phone call. Body was still warm.
The thunder boomed once elsewhere in the city.
This was going to be a long night
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check out the OOC before posting , purdy please?
