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The Combat Zone

Detective Michaelson

Detective Jenna Sophia Michaelson

The young woman, just 33 years old, was born and raised in Orlando, Florida. Her childhood was filled with Disney weekends and beach trips. She was an only child growing up, her parents giving her almost everything she could possibly ask for, but within reason. Her father, Detective Felix Michaelson of the Orlando Police Department, instilled a sense of discipline and responsibility in her at a relatively young age. Because of his commitment to his daughter, Jenna always excelled in school, often getting rewarded for her hard work.

When she was a teenager about to go into high school, Jenna decided to follow her father's footsteps. She went to a school a bit farther away from home because it had a law magnet program. Her mother, Helen, was thrilled with the idea, but her father was reluctant. He eventually realized that the passion she had for the criminal justice field would not be thwarted, and not only was he happy for her, but he started acting as her mentor.

Jenna worked hard enough in high school that she was accepted to Boston University on a full scholarship. It was a big change for her, to say the least, but she was growing tired of the humidity and the hurricanes that came with living in Florida. Her aunt, Katheryn Michaelson, lived in Boston by herself, so Jenna figured she would keep her company while avoiding the insane housing fees from the university. Jenna went on to sign up for a double major in criminal justice and psychology, both fields probably the only ones she felt comfortable with.

Prior to graduation, Jenna applied to the Boston Police Department. Her aunt was on good terms with an ex-boyfriend of hers who was a cop, so not only did she have some pull there, but her father was also very close friends with a Captain in the department. Once Jenna's application went through, she started the long background process before eventually making it to the academy.

Nearly a year passed and Jenna graduated second in her class. She was given the same crappy shift every other new officer received, but she completed a few years on the road before eventually putting in for a detective position and getting it. Even thought she transferred units a few times, Jenna knew she wouldn't go back to the road if she could help it.

The Combat Zone

Allison

Allison Denise was the first of two children to be born into the Meaghan family. Her upbringing, just like her brother's, was a rather rough one. Their father beat the young siblings on a regular basis, leading Allison to run away from home all too often only to return when it was late enough to sneak back into the house. But her father was always there, always waiting. Allison grew up resenting him for his constant abuse, and when she was old enough, she would take Gabe with her, knowing she could take care of him and protect him. It was her role after all, being the older sister.

When her mother passed away, Allison's world crumpled. She cut herself a few times, foolishly believing it'd do more than temporarily numb the pain. But she was wrong. Eventually, Allison's cutting phase went as quickly as it came. A while later, after puberty hit and her hormones started acting up, Allison got pregnant by her boyfriend, Mitch. She was only 14. She knew she could not tell anyone, especially her father, or he would beat her within an inch of death. Allison sought out help and eventually got an abortion, deciding to keep the traumatic experience from her family. She was bed-ridden for a while, but she feigned not feeling well.

Another death did anything but good for Allison, and her and her brother turned to crime given that they were old enough to hang with the wrong crowd. It was one mischief after the other; Gabe eventually getting charged with his first offense but Allison managing to slip through the cracks. Allison wasn't sure whether it was their new lifestyle or the fact that they knew their futures were already sealed, but she noticed a change in Gabe that she didn't like. She never spoke of it, but the thought was there, and it bothered the hell out of her.

Eventually, when Gabe left for the Army, Allison felt as if he had abandoned her. Sure, she was old enough to move out on her own long ago, but she didn't have any money since it would get used up that same weekend she got her paycheck. She experimented with drugs a few times, woke up in strangers' rooms, and was even kidnapped once, but none of that compared to the pain she felt at home. Eventually, when Daniel got drunk enough to attempt to have sex with her, Allison smashed a glass over his head and ran out, hoping to never see him again.

Allison was homeless for a few days before she found a roommate who worked at a nightclub. She figured she could use that bit of steady income and although she wasn't used to the attention, Allison eventually started enjoying her new position as a cocktail waitress.

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity

I truly miss using technology for their one and sole purpose. A calculator to help out with math, a camera to take pictures, a cell phone to make calls.

Now we have all of this and more at our fingertips and although convenient, it's not my preference.

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I 100% believe technology is both a blessing and a curse.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

For a second there yesterday I thought Wyrm was the GM, then I was like, wait a minute...

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

March 18th, 1997

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Her day had been cut short, but that wasn't unusual for someone in her position. Nicole stepped out of her car, the temperature a bit cool given she was only wearing her scrubs. A few moments later she walked through the front door, Davin greeting her the same way he always did.

"What's up, doc?"

"Hey, Davin. Why don't you ever call with good news? You know, like "Take the day off, you're covered."

"Because you're the best in the business, baby," he grinned, his arms wide open in front of him. In response, Nicole burst out laughing, turning her back to Davin as she headed towards her office.

"Only take messages, please and thank you."

Davin gave her a quick reply as he buzzed her in, saving her from having to scan her ID. Nicole headed straight for her office, turning on the light in the small space before setting her stuff down. She had her various degrees, her high school diploma, and a number of honors awards displayed on the walls. In addition, a bookshelf stood behind her desk which branched out to the left in the shape on an L. She didn't have much else in there; a couple of chairs, a small shelf with some personal pictures and decors, and a plant. Unfortunately, the stack of reports was about the only thing she ever noticed. But not that day. She was set on freeing up some time before the next body arrived.

Out on the main autopsy suite, Nicole sat in her station, looking over some x-rays from the latest case she had. The poor guy was beaten, stabbed, shot... It'd be a while before a cause of death could be determined. The body had been examined to a certain extent, sure, but that was just the routine stuff. The real work had yet to begin.

Up to that point, Nicole had been so caught up in her work that she didn't notice Detective Wilden standing behind her until she spun her chair around. Nicole nearly jumped out of her skin, forcing herself to hold off on cursing out Wilden for the sake of staying on his good side.

"Jesus Christ, you could have announced yourself." Nicole stood up; not that it mattered as Wilden still towered over her given his impressive 6'4 stature. The homicide detective was one of the ones that often paid her a visit, regardless whether she called him in to give him an update.

"You've wasted yet another trip, I don't have anything for you. I'm sorry."

Wilden leaned to one side, taking a peek at the various x-rays that laid on the desk behind her. He smiled at her, although it wasn't a friendly one. It was then she wished Davin would just walk in through the double doors to pull her away from Wilden's presence.

"You've got a lot on your plate, is that it?" he half-mocked, making her blood boil. Nicole hated the way he would talk to her sometimes. She tried walking past him, but he effortlessly sidestepped in front of her to block her path. She then looked up at him, visibly annoyed.

"Was my response not good enough for you? Because I can call--"

"Relax, darling. It's not like I'd force you to give me what I need."

Nicole gave him a cold stare. She balled up her hands into fists to prevent herself from lashing out at him. Even if he was stupid enough to bring up any charges, she really didn't care about that. The only thing that mattered to her was her job, which would be on the line the second she acted up.

"Then you'll get the phone call when we have something."

Wilden smirked. "You know, you look pretty hot when you get worked up. It definitely suits you." He then walked away, leaving Nicole with the extreme urge to throw the pencil sharpener on the desk at him. But if he thought he could just walk in again without her getting at least a quick notice beforehand, he was in for quite the surprise.

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It ticks me off how people joke about being dirt poor on Facebook, or how they're struggling to get through life.

That's nothing to joke about, that's embarrassing. But social media has that effect on people I suppose.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

We're basically doing one post per turn awaiting the GM post, right?

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@Chasebloodcrest

I've never done anything like that before, despite how easily I can get away with murder...literally and figuratively.

Steelbird Landing: A Roleplay After The End of it All [18+, 6 player limit!]

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