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Mr Allen J said
Where do we start? Do we have our characters appear where ever, or are we getting interrogated..?
You can start anytime and anywhere between the cops canvasing the area to the morning a day after.
Okay, guys, I've posted the IC but please don't follow up until I've updated the posting order.
I wanted to characterize the detectives a bit, I've updated the rules regarding NPC's under "Setting, Theme and Twists", Other Important points. So that they won't come off as god's in the RP.
EDIT: I hope I establish the setting effectively.
I wanted to characterize the detectives a bit, I've updated the rules regarding NPC's under "Setting, Theme and Twists", Other Important points. So that they won't come off as god's in the RP.
EDIT: I hope I establish the setting effectively.
Shoot Your Gun by 22-20s
Detective Michael Nash
Pictures of a gunshot victim, evidences and mug shots littered the bulletin board of Detective Michael Nash. He has been staring at it the whole morning in his damp and cramp office. The itch he always get when he’s about to solve a case has been nagging him. He sighed, lit a cigarette and took a sip from his third coffee of the morning. Nash peeked a glance of his reflection on the computer screen in front of him. He noticed a few graying in his dark brown hair and few new additions of the numerous creases that lined his face. It was bound to happen, He thought, Maybe I should retire after this case but I’ll be bored shitless at home. I need a hobby. Maybe fixing up Charlotte or starting up a garage would set me straight… Ya, little grease between the fingers would do me good…
A light knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Ya, come in.” Nash invited.
It was the new captain, Simon, six years the younger with a belly that only could mean 36 doughnuts and 12 cans of beer daily for the past decade. The old captain retired two months ago. Nash was offered the position on numerous occasions long before the old man’s retirement but like before, he declined. His official reasons was that he doesn’t have leadership quality and was simply satisfied by serving the people. Actually, he’s just lazy and hates responsibilities besides the one he has now. Their first option uninterested, the department was left with bowling ball belly Simon.
Simon was holding three folders at hand when he walked in and took a seat in front of Nash’s desk and seriously, you can hear the chair creek under his weight. Asides from taking few mental stabs on Simon, he took chance and guess the contents of each folder.
“Le’ me guess, one folder holds the FBI’s offer and you’ll try to convince me – again – to take it up and you’ll fail – again – to convince me.” The FBI has been on his tail after he found crucial evidence against a snuff video ring, sends him an offer annually. The old man knew better than Simon to simply throw it in the trash bin.
“You’ll then move the discussion to a smaller offer, which is to captain this department and I’ll answer with no thank you – again.” Nash wondered why Simon keeps haggling him to take up his job but he doesn’t really care why. He just wants this queue ball to stop asking the same questions.
“You’ll give up and say ‘you caught a case’ and drop the file on my desk then you’ll proceed back to your office. Com’ on Capt, we played this dance many times before. The tune is getting old.” The Bowling Ball Belly simply stared at Nash, silent and expressionless. He probably got some Botox for the road, the detective jested.
Simon began with a light shake of his head: “I don’t understand you Nash. The chief keeps offering you a promotion, the FBI holding you at high regard..... Single, 52 years old yet to move out from his parents’ house,” Simon shook his head again, “You caught a case.” And just like he predicted, the file dropped, the chair creaked and the door closed.
Officer Richard Harmsworth
The crime scene is an alley between two campus buildings, spacious enough for a vehicle but tight enough for a driver to prefer taking the longer rout around. Here Richard watched as the CSI were busying about, taking up prints, photographing evidence or the lack there of. Asides from a small pool of colligating blood, there is nothing that would suggest foul play.
Two forensics were in the middle of lifting the body up to be taken to the lab for further examination. There was a tape outline where the victim used to be. “..... moved here either to attempt to hide the body or hide the the original scene of the crime.” He heard one of them say in passing. He tried to ask them something but Sam, he’s partner, called him out.
“Willy, the detective just arrived and he would like to talk to the first responders. That would be us.”
Sam is a skanky fellow with blonde hair, green eyes and a homely face. He contrasted Richard’s darker hues. His hair being jet black, brown eyes complimented by expressive eyebrows. One can say Richard has a friendly but professional face, which suits him quiet well. He got his nickname during the early days when he joined the force. His classmates deemed him to have a pretty face, so instead of the usual Dick he became known as Willy.
Richard followed his partner out of the alley. There was a crowd of on-lookers gathering. His colleagues were trying to keep them behind the police line and to disperse but that didn’t phased them a bit.
“I heard she was killed by a gunshot wound in the head!”, “No, no, no, according to my friend, her body was found brutally mutilated! There was like blood everywhere”, “Red Rum! Red Rum! Red Rum!”, “Shut up, I want to hear what the officers are saying!”, “Do you think, this’ one of those serial killer kinda cases? I mean Ted Buddy killed college girls right?”, “Ooooh, blood chilling, I wonder if she was stab, shot or smothered to death.”, “Jesus Henry, why would you want to know that?”
The crowd buzzed, the scene was barely an hour old and the rumors are already starting to spread. It’s true when they say, bad news have wings. They were approaching a patrol vehicle where the detective was waiting. He’s an old man and doesn’t look imposing at all. He was irritated by the crowd and flicked his cigarette towards them. One of them cursed but he didn’t paid attention.
“Detective Nash. You’re the first responders?”
“Yes Sir, we were just a couple of blocks away when dispatch radioed in. So the scene is relatively untampered when forensic arrived.” Sam replied.
“Name and Badge numbers?”
“Officer Sam Peter, 6-0-4-75, 6th Unit.”
“Officer Richard Harmsworth, 22-20-5, 6th Unit.”
“Under the guns, huh” The detective commented and scribbled their information on his notepad. ‘Under the guns’ is a reference to Sam and Rick’s unit number. The 6th unit is known to meddle with other department’s jurisdiction. Rick couldn’t blame the detective. The unit’s higher-ups simply enjoy a pissing contest. “Okay, walk me through, you know the drill”, Nash proceeded.
“Yes Sir. Dispatched radioed in at 6:40am. We arrive at the scene at 6:44am and met up with the person in question, a janitor named Herman Reese. As by standard procedure, I checked the victim’s pulse and found none and called it in. We then began securing the scene. I asked my partner to check the vicinity for any possible suspects while I stay behind. There was no one at hand.”
As the detective wrote Richards statement down, he routinely checked his watched. At one point he cursed under his breath. “Good work officer, I would need you and your partner’s assistance. My partner is MIA and the area is too large for me to cover. Grab a pen’n’paper and asked around if they noticed something.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me,” Nash headed towards the crime scene, leaving the two officers perplexed. “We’ll be here the whole day so you better get your ass moving if you want to get home for dinner!”
Okay, Reed Norman is accepted. That completes the roster :D
CS submission is now C-L-O-S-E-D
CS submission is now C-L-O-S-E-D
From left to right: Michael Nash, Tomias van der Westhuizen, Richard Harmsworth
Name: Michael Nash
Age: 52
Rank: Detective
Appearance: Average height, laid-back posture. Wavy, Medium length brown hair, brown eyes. One can tell he’s old by the age lines that creases his face.
Personality: The brains between the old dogs. He was herald as a genius during his early years, people just forget how smart he really his since he’s been around the force since the Stone Age. Procrastinates a lot, hates leg work, hates paper work, hates everything about his job asides from taking down the bad guys and Doughnuts. He’s a chain smoker, colleagues call him a chimney from time to time, he doesn’t mind and he doesn’t care.
Background: Michael never dawn the blues and was a detective straight out of college. He has been part of homicide his entire career and was put up for promotions a few times, even offered to join the FBI but he declined all of them. He’s not interested to join the big leagues nor does he hold any ideals pertaining to his job. It’s all a matter of convenience, moving homes and bigger responsibilities is not by any means convenient for him. He never moved out from his parents’ house and whoever knows him can’t say anything about it. He has proven himself to others that he got the same amount of brass like everybody in the force through his loyalty and work.
Name: Tomias “Tom” van der Westhuizen
Age: 48
Rank: Detective
Appearance: With a body width of nearly two people and standing six-foot-six-inches tall, he’s a bear of a man and people will surely be intimidated under his shadow. With his experience, he exudes an aura of “don’t fuck with me” and that pretty much get people talking or to shut up. His hair has long turned into gray but the hazel in his eyes still burns bright.
Personality: One part Brass, two parts Balls. Though his deductive skills isn’t up to par to other detectives, he got enough guts to dig deep and get dirty. He’s not shy to do any leg work seeing that he’s more useful on his feet than on front of a desk. He’ll take a bullet or more for anybody in the force. Due to his bravery, some have considered it borderline stupidity, he has seen enough led to leave a constant ringing in his ears. Drinks excessively to dull his fried up senses. He has the habit of quoting “Dirty Harry”.
Background: He worked in multiple branches of the force before finally being assigned in homicide. The heydays of his career is when he was part of the DEA. Being one of the leading detectives in the task-force, he took part in multiple raids and was able to cripple a cartel’s cocaine import-export in the southern states. The Cartel still remained at large and the task-force was dissolved. Ever since then he has been jumping bureaus until he was assigned in homicide. His been taking down the usual muggers with his partner, Michael Nash, six years running.
Name: Richard “Willy” Harmsworth
Age: 27
Rank: Officer
Appearance: He maintains an upright posture which makes him look taller than he actually is. He stands at 5’7 tall and has a well-defined body. He’s been describe a pretty boy with a stern and kind face. His dark brown eyes has been describe as perceptive. He keeps his straight black hair properly groomed and highly prefers a clean shaven face. To his belief, his most defining feature is his expressive eyebrows, which can easily convey his emotions to the people closes to him, or be used to illicit information from witnesses.
Personality: Richard has been described as grumpy, an idealist and well-mannered by his colleagues and friends. He knows how to take a joke or two, but prefer more serious conversations. He has a strict idea on how things should work. He follows the rulebook like a priest, the bible. If not for his ideals, he would have been a great soldier, or an accomplished surgeon.
Background: He was a paramedic for two years prior joining the force. After failing to stabilize one too many gunshot victim, he concluded that enforcing justice is better than sharing compassion. He got his nickname when he joined the blues. His colleagues deemed him a pretty boy hence the nickname “Willy” instead of the usual “Dick”. After only being three years in the force, his lieutenant put him up for recommendation. Now he’s awaiting slot to open in Quantico for detective training.
Penguin said
Sorry guys I fell asleep I'm too sleepy xD Rookery can start the IC if he's ready and online right now otherwise I'll probably post it in the morning.
I can't :/ I'm slightly busy with other RP, sorry Penguin...
Characters Accepted:
We only got 8 players (9 characters), one less from the limit. TheRider, if your CS pass quality check, you're accepted.
Posting quality, order and speed will be moderated. If the posting hints chaos, I'll step in immediately. I believe Rules and Regulation pretty much covers it.
- Terra Winchester - BlackCat
- Cooper Harley - Polyphemus
- Lillith Adams - Silent Observer
We only got 8 players (9 characters), one less from the limit. TheRider, if your CS pass quality check, you're accepted.
Posting quality, order and speed will be moderated. If the posting hints chaos, I'll step in immediately. I believe Rules and Regulation pretty much covers it.
TheRider said
EDIT: aww....guess I missed out :(
Go ahead and post your CS, you did mention you were writing one, so you still can take part.
I'm still working on the IC, but I'll temporarily close CS.
EDIT: One Slot still remaining!
EDIT: One Slot still remaining!
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