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Richard stepped onto the deck and saw squad collecting evidence. "Sorry for the delay," he said with a long sigh. He adjusted his glasses and made his way towards the pool, having to step around shards of glass on the way. With the vic in a pool, it would be difficult to determine TOD. He crouched down by the edge of the water and examined the body. There was a distinct gunshot wound on her right side, but he couldn't see an exit would at his angle. The body was taken out of the water to be more thoroughly examined. Before the body was taken to the morgue, Richard was able to see that there wasn't an exit would visible and there were no external injuries.  |
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Emily looked to the man and watched the body being loaded up, ready to go. "I'll go with back to lab and get the bullet from the body there and start looking for any matches." She spoke up as she got back into her car to follow. She was confident with her skills and just because she had a rocky start with everyone didn't mean the evidence had to suffer. She was determined to prove her self. They did need her help after all.
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| At The Lab Stacy was starting to get a little bored playing solitaire and decided to give one of the members that were at the Crime Scene, Pein, a call to see if they needed his help only to hang up and decide that they would call him if they needed his help. At Crime Scene Meanwhile, in the victim's room, a laptop was turned on and an IMs was up with the last post made by the victim being, "Hang on I think somebody's here" and the other person asking "Are you there?" amongst other variations of the same question with 2 minutes separating each post as if genie_master25 was worried something happened before saying, "Well, I have to log off now, sorry." and doing as such. Last edited by Shinigami Kakashi; 07-08-2009 at 07:49 PM. |
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The trip from the crime scene to the lab was not terribly long, so the journey was quick. The body was unloaded and wheeled towards two glass doors leading into the building, Richard following. Another day, another body, he thought to himself as he left the Australian heat behind in exchange for the cool atmosphere of the air-conditioned building. The body was placed on a table ready for an autopsy, as it had been sitting in the sun for an undetermined amount of time, and Richard was anxious to get as much information about her as he could. He washed his hands and put on a lab coat and gloves. He grabbed an instrument which looked like a large pair of tweezers. He then examined the gunshot wound and dug around with the instrument until he found the bullet and retrieved it. He then placed it in a small plastic cup. |
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The ballistics girl drove along and followed the van that held the body, her AC was on and her radio was turned to some country station. Getting out, she looked and saw the body already gone. She sighed, now she'd have to get a map or something and find out how the get to the morgue. She guessed it was downstairs to keep things extra cool. Em needed to get the bullet and get to work! Emily walked into the lab and looked around at the people wokring on various things. She licked her lips and walked around. She felt like an idiot not knowing where she was supposed to go. She walked into a part of the lab that she wasn't sure about. She saw a young woman of around mid-twenties. She was also asian, and very cute. "So..." She let that slip on accident, hoping that she wasn't heard, she walked over. "Excuse me...where is the morgue?" Em asked with a small needy smile. ( There ya go Mai san lol )
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(Does everyone have a firearm or just the field agents? Oh, and Shinigami ... When did you go into the victim's room? I was just going there. :\) Ian quickly realized that Stephanie was not one to make light of a dark situation; when he requested that she bring him to Shelly's room so he could do his job, she gave him a glossy stare that oozed hatred and grief. She was obviously very important to her. "Thank you," he said when she beckoned to a door at the end of the hallway that branched off from the living room. He didn't want to make matters worse, so he merely stepped into the hall, pushing the light red-painted door open and slipping through the arch. Nothing seemed out of place: nothing was strewn about at all. It was perfectly clean. The clicking of an IM on a computer monitor could he heard nearby. IAn expected to be alone and was correct, but couldn't help but feel that the doubled swining closet doors could be ideal for a hiding creature ... or murderer. "Updating your Twitter?" He didn't expect laughs from anywhere; unless, of course, there was a voice module attached. So he just walked over and watched the screen. When nothing happened, he looked closer and noticed the two chatters had logged out. Last edited by FluffyCthülhü; 07-08-2009 at 09:20 PM. |
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Mai turned to the woman who had spoken to her. "So you must be the new-girl, huh? You look like you'll fit right in." she said with a laugh. "I'm Mai-Ling Zhang, and I run trace operations here. I'll gladly show you around. You can call me Zhangy if you like." she said with a smile. The two of them walked down the main hallway, through the rotunda and down the hall to the morgue. "Well here you are. Feel free to make yourself at home. And just so you know, even though I have a desk up there, I do a lot of work with the bodies, so we will indefinitely be seeing a lot of each other in the future. Mai opened the doors to the morgue, and walked up to the body, slapping on a pair of gloves. She looked up to the woman. "Well come on, get over here. We have some work to do. Examine the bullet or something... whatever you guys do in Ballistics." she said jokingly, even though she wasn't joking.
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"Zhangy? Seems harder then Mai." Emily smiled a bit as she put on some gloves as well. "The name's Emily Stanger by the way." She added as she looked at the bullet that was collected. "So I can either leave with this baby or stick around for a bit." Em said and looked to Mai and then the man she saw earlier that she followed back to the lab. She said a timid but cheery 'hi' to him.
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07-09-2009
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Ian sighed, taking his glasses off and folding them in his shirt pocket; watching a monitor while wearing sunglasses strained his eyes. And he was bored quickly; even if something was happening on the screen, no one would be allowed to touch it. It was evidence at the scene. "Well, you have fun with that, genie_master25 ... Maybe I'll bag up your memory drive and see if Stacey can do anything with you," he whispered to himself. Walking out of the room, careful not to contaminate the doorknob and any fingerprints it may have contained, he turned the corner, walked through the kitchen and returned to the backyard. He turned another corner, the street now in view, and saw the first van. As to not break the keyboard when he searched for skin particles, Ian would need a special key "popper" (as he liked to call it) that could dislocate them properly. But he knew he couldn't do that just yet. "Has anyone seen Leslie?" He asked to no one in particular, hoping to gain the attention of at least one of the members huddled around the pool. |
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07-09-2009
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| Demi lazily rolled off her bed, mumbling and the shuffling of feet echoing through her small apartment as she made her way into the bathroom that connected directly to her room. Her head was pounding as she reached the sink and the mirror that hung above it, grabbing the edge of the mirror to pull and reveal a small cabinet filled with odds-n-ends. She targeted the bottle of pain relievers, opening and shoving two or three pills at once into her mouth, only to swallow them dry. Closing the mirror shut, she began slowly covering her pink toothbrush with minty green paste. Still mumbling to herself between brushes, blaming the headache on the noisy neighbors upstairs. Not one wink of sleep but she couldn't bring herself to march upstairs and rip their heads off. Demi was defiantly not a morning person, especially when not getting enough sleep. Finished with her teeth, she shuffled back into the room to pick out her attire for the day. Glancing at the small black digital clock on her night stand, Demi's eyes went wide and a sharp gasp was covered by her hand. "I'm late.. I'm LATE!" She went in a frenzy, running to her closet and throwing the door open to reveal a dozen shirts and pants hanging from silly purple hangers. She ran her fingers over each one, picking out a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans. The whole time she cursed herself for hitting the snooze button, for what she guessed was 8 or 9 times. Fully dressed and a brush already pulled through her hair, she slipped on a pair of black pumas and jetted into the kitchen to grab an apple before she slipped out the door. Still cursing, she pulled out her blackberry and dialed in the Morgue's number, letting the first person know that picked up that she was on her way. Before she hung up, she was told that there had been a murder and the body was already there. "Great. 'Effing great." Demi must have been going at least 90 the whole way, glad to have missed every cop in the known area. A Sydney native, she knew all the streets and was lucky to know all the shortcuts as well. Pulling up into the Morgue's parking lot, she slid from her bright red Honda Civic Hatchback, clicking the alarmed locks on before tossing the keys into the black bag that hung from the crook of her elbow. Marching through the glass doors, she said a quick hello and flashed a bright white smile to every person she passed. She always felt the need to greet people nicely. Throwing on a lab coat and snapping on a pair of latex gloves, Demi pushed through the doors that lead to where they examined the bodies. Breathy, she greeted each person in the room. "So sorry. I'm late..." Her accent wasn't thick but she was obviously full blooded Australian. She turned to Richard, the corners of her mouth upturned in a slight smile. " So. What do we have?" Still she cursed herself for being late. It was so unlike her. Again she asked herself. Wouldn't daddy be proud? [Oh meee. I apologize for the wait and that I missed out on so much. I hope that it does not happen again. ;| ]
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