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Memories in the Mist Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 7:11 pm
This is a private one on one between XxPreussischePrinzessinxX and Memories in the Mist. If you are not one of them, please do not post but you may read along if you want.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 12:26 am
 ◣ａｎｔｈｏｎｙ ｒｉｃｈａｒｄｓ◥ ⇘ӺβῘ αɢзɳϯ ⇙ Ｗｈｅｒｅ ａｍ Ｉ? New York City, Time Square
Ｗｈｏ'ｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ? No one
Ｍｙ ｍｏｏｄ? Intrigued Ｂｅｉｎｇ ｈａｐｐｙ ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｍｅａｎ ｔｈａｔ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｓ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[Anthony walked the streets of the great New York city, carefully choosing his footsteps so that he wouldn't run into anyone. He knew how people from New York could be sometimes. Especially in the early morning.]
Ah, New Yorkers... he inwardly mused with a light smile as he looked up at the buildings around him.
[The noise seemed to grow louder as he walked, and soon he was greeted with the picture perfect scene of Time Square. It looked exactly like the postcards. Except for maybe the dirt. This place was filthy, to put it bluntly. Of course, Anthony was used to it. Washington D.C. was just as dirty. But there was something about D.C. that made the dirt less noticeable. Here, it was like the dirt was continuously compounded by crowds of people in dark, heavy trenchcoats.]
This is going to be a long case... he said with a slight wince. If we don't catch this killer soon, more people are going to die...I should be going faster, but...what is any amount of time now? If we haven't caught him now, how are we going to catch him in the future? Six people dead...and no leads, whatsoever...
[The blonde sighed, then looked at the time. 8:42 AM. He was meant to be at the NYPD exactly twelve minutes ago. But he was an FBI agent. They'd be waiting hand and foot on him once he got there. To him, he had all the time in the world, just walking the streets of the Big Apple.He would get there soon enough.] ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ...ｉｔ ｍｅａｎｓ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｌｏｏｋ ｂｅｙｏｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｉｍｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Memories in the Mist Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:10 pm
 Bandit Prince
NYPD Detective
NYPD Detective Bandit Prince paced the area around her desk rapidly. Her brown hair hung just below her shoulders and her brown eyes stared down at the ground. Every few seconds, her eyes would travel to the clock resting on her desk. She watched as the minute hand changed from 41 to 42, causing the detective to let out a groan. Now he was officially twelve minutes late. Bandit swore that if he was one mroe minute late, she was going to explode. as another minute passed by, Bandit sat down with a sigh at her desk and decided to do paper work until he finally decided to show up. She opened one of the remaining files on her desk and began to flip through it. She managed to keep her desk fairly organized and get most, if not all, her paperwork done on time. She didn't enjoy getting behind on things, especially work. She tried to start filling out the last part of her current file but her mind was unable to focus. Letting out another a groan, Bandit slammed her hand down onto her desk, causing some of the other officers to jump. A few turned their head to look at her but Bandit ignored them. Instead, she stood up and walked over to the white board. A few months ago, the precient had upgraded and gotten all these fancy touch-screens to do work on but Bandit prefered the old white boards. They just worked better for her.
Said board was almost completely filled with pictures, sticky-notes, and arrows. To some, it could appear to be one big mess but Bandit knew whatever everything meant. She leaned against the side of her desk, crossed her arms, and stared at the board. It almost appeared like she was glaring at it, which was partically true, but Bandit was also thinking. For almost the past two months she had been trying to solve this case with her team but the bodies just kept piling up, literally. Six victims in under six weeks. It was a serial killer, no doubt about it, and he obviously good with a gun, probably a sniper, but other then that they got nothing. There was no visable pattern, except that all the victims were shot from a far and from out of sight. Other then that, they were still a square one after six weeks! It annoyed the hell out of Bandit. People were dying at the hands of this psychopath and she had gotten no where. And now she was being punished even more. Since her team and her had seemed to hit dead end after dead end, their captain had called in an FBI agent to "help". He had told Bandit that the agent would be a good member of her team but Bandit just believed he'd get in her way and expect them to do everythign he said. Bandit rolled to her eyes. The guy couldn't even get here on time, strike one. So far, things weren't looking good for him.
Got anything Boss?" one of her fellow detective, Charles Jackson, asked as he approuched.
"Nothing yet, boys," she replied with a sigh.
"Is the new guy here yet?" the other man asked. Bandit looked at Micheal Stone, raising her eye brow as if to say 'what do you think?'. The other detective nodded and handed an extra coffee to her before walking away with Jackson.
Bandit took a quick sip of the coffe before resuming her staring match with the white board. She was going to solve this case even if it killed her. This psychopath was going to be stopped, whether that meant putting him behind bars or bringing him down the hard way. Either way she was determiend to solve this case no matter what. And she'd do it her way, whether Mr. FBI liked it or not. If he ever decided to show up that is...
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:04 pm
◣ａｎｔｈｏｎｙ ｒｉｃｈａｒｄｓ◥ ⇘ӺβῘ αɢзɳϯ ⇙ Ｗｈｅｒｅ ａｍ Ｉ? New York City, Time Square
Ｗｈｏ'ｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ? No one
Ｍｙ ｍｏｏｄ? Intrigued Ｂｅｉｎｇ ｈａｐｐｙ ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｍｅａｎ ｔｈａｔ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｓ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[Anthony stepped lightly onto the curb in front of the New York police station, not even caring to look a his watch to see what time it was. He shook off the remorse he was feeling earlier, and reverted back to his confident, smooth-talking self. He ran a hand through his hair as he opened the door, surveying the surroundings with curious, but slightly arrogant eyes. Men and women were walking every which way, in front of him, behind him, into him. The thing is, no one seemed to recognize him. This made the tall blonde fret a little bit. Sure, he didn't have his badge on, but Anthony certainly looked different than the others, right? For one, he was definitely more laid back than any of the stiffs in here.]
Thank God I don't have to wear a tie... he thought with a cheeky smirk, pulling his suit jacket straighter.
[As he was walking, he saw a lady working at a whiteboard, and thought he would distract himself a little bit by turning on the charm. She was very pretty, but she looked like she was engrossed in her work. A challenge, but it wasn't anything Anthony couldn't handle. The case could wait for such a girl as she. Besides, its not like his showing up would magically make the murderer appear with a pair of cuffs on him. The point of life was to enjoy it, not get all caught up in work. Sure, he loved his job, but he loved his fun, too.]
[He came up to her and leaned against a wall near the whiteboard, and said with a smirk, "Y'know, I find the touch screen ones to be more effective, Miss...?" ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ...ｉｔ ｍｅａｎｓ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｌｏｏｋ ｂｅｙｏｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｉｍｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Memories in the Mist Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:37 pm
Bandit Prince
NYPD Detective
The murder board had occupied Bandit so much that the woman hadn't even thought to look at the clock in a few minutes. She had stood as still as a statue, staring at the board. She took sips of her fresh coffee every now and then, but her main focus was the board in front of her. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't even notice people walking right in front of her. She raked a hand through her brown hair, frustrated that she wasn't getting anywhere. There had to be something that they were just missing, Bandit wouldn't just give up on this case. She wans't going to let this killer walk away with no punishment. At least not when she was still on the case. Her head moved slightly to the side as she heard someone talk to her, but her eyes still remained focused on the white board.
"To each his own, but I personally find these more helpful and effective. A computer can't compare to the human brain and eye," she stated, glancing out of the corner of her eyes at the man.
From her quick glance at him, Bandit knew she didn't know him. He was obviously a new member of the precient or maybe, possibly, he was the FBI agent. "I'm Prince, Detective Bandit Prince. Call me Princess and I'll make you regret it," her hard voice said.
She didn't even bother to look at the man, or ask for his own name, and instead she turned her full attention back to the white board. She wasn't really sure what this guy wanted but she had work to do. If he needed someone to help him then he could ask any of the other officers around, but, if he was simply here to talk or worse, flirt, then he better take the hint that she wasn't interested. She had a seriel killer to catch, idle chit-chat could wait for later.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 9:22 am
◣ａｎｔｈｏｎｙ ｒｉｃｈａｒｄｓ◥ ⇘ӺβῘ αɢзɳϯ ⇙ Ｗｈｅｒｅ ａｍ Ｉ? New York City, Time Square
Ｗｈｏ'ｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ? No one
Ｍｙ ｍｏｏｄ? Intrigued Ｂｅｉｎｇ ｈａｐｐｙ ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｍｅａｎ ｔｈａｔ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｓ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[Anthony found his smile grow wider. So, she was all work, no fun. That was a shame...fun was so much...well, fun. Anyways, it seemed the lady had no time for him, with her being so engrossed in her work and all. But of course, Anthony Richards wasn't one to give easily, both in work and in play.]
He chuckled slightly at her remark about the "Princess" thing. She obviously got called that a lot. He opened his mouth to call her the forbidden name, but something in the back of his mind, warned him that she meant what she said. Anthony took risks, but he certainly wasn't dumb. He was in a room full of people with guns. And this one seemed like a firecracker waiting to explode. Sure, he had a vest on, but it would just cause a scene, plus damage reputations that would have otherwise been clean.]
But what he did do was step in front of her precious board, and said in a smooth voice, "I wasn't planning on doing so, detective..."
He looked into her pretty brown eyes for a moment with his own blue ones before saying almost in a business-like manner, "I'm looking for your captain, Detective Prince...I got a call in D.C. telling me you needed help on the assassin case." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ...ｉｔ ｍｅａｎｓ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｌｏｏｋ ｂｅｙｏｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｉｍｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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XxPreussischePrinzessinxX
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Memories in the Mist Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 5:44 pm
Bandit Prince
NYPD Detective
When the man stepped in front of her board, Bandit's eyes narrowed. Was this guy really that oblivious or just plan rude? She let out a frusterated sigh and didn't try to hide her annoyance at him. She was about to sharply ask him to move it but stopped when he began to talk again. So this was the famous FBI agent that their captain had forced upon her and her team. Great, he won points for being the latest and arrogant FBI agent in the world. God, what great luck she had. This was going to be a very long case.
"Captain McKinley's office is over there," she told him, pointing toward one of the doors on the other side of the precient.
She stood up and walked over to the FBI agent, closer to the board. She reached for one of the pictures of the latest crime scene, unhooking it, and stepping back. However, Bandit made sure to purposly knock her shoulder again the FBI agent, clearly showing him that he was in her way and she wasn't all that happy with him. She then returned to her desk normally and sat down, wanting to compare the picture to her notes and make sure she hadn't missed anything during her first inspection of it. The detective knew from experiance that missing one little thing could ruin the entire case. That wasn't saying that she hadn't already looked at this specific photo multiple times since it had been taken. She was just so certain she was missing something. No person could simply kill six people and disappear without a trace.
She slowly glanced out of the corner of her eye toward the FBI agent again. "You better get going, you don't want to be late," she said sarcastically and gave the agent a look that clearly showed how dipleased she was with his lateness before returning his full attention to her work.
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