Well I guess thriller just means anything where there are some stakes involved. Basically a heist or spy theme would kind of fit into that category by nature, which is why I put them out there. It doesn't have to be like a twisty-turny plot, just one with tension.
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"I apologize for that confusion, Captain," Liz said as the Captain waved her off and left the room. She turned around to face the perp through the mirror, before realizing her files were missing.
"What the hell?" She patted her own pockets, realizing her keys were missing too. It only took her a moment to figure that Tasha had been the one to steal it. Storming out into the hallway she asked the nearest cop, "Hey you! That officer, with the dogs and the outfit and-"
"You mean Tasha?"
"Yeah her, where would I find her?"
"Well, if she's not on a job, you can probably find her at a bar nearby," he shrugged.
"...Thanks..." She walked off in a rush, planning to check every local bar she could see in the area. Fortunately it was the second one she entered that she spotted Tasha.
"Excuse me, Detective..." she said in a condescending tone. "I believe you have something of mine," leaning onto the bar next to her.
"What the hell?" She patted her own pockets, realizing her keys were missing too. It only took her a moment to figure that Tasha had been the one to steal it. Storming out into the hallway she asked the nearest cop, "Hey you! That officer, with the dogs and the outfit and-"
"You mean Tasha?"
"Yeah her, where would I find her?"
"Well, if she's not on a job, you can probably find her at a bar nearby," he shrugged.
"...Thanks..." She walked off in a rush, planning to check every local bar she could see in the area. Fortunately it was the second one she entered that she spotted Tasha.
"Excuse me, Detective..." she said in a condescending tone. "I believe you have something of mine," leaning onto the bar next to her.
Well we could always come up with something together, but I wouldn't mind if you wanted to do all the work :P
but seriously, I don't have anything specific in mind, just like an abstract moody image in my head of what would be fun. We could even do a mix of all three of those things lol
but seriously, I don't have anything specific in mind, just like an abstract moody image in my head of what would be fun. We could even do a mix of all three of those things lol
Elizabeth jumped to attention, wide eyed and backed against the table.
"Uh-um, excuse me. You're talking to a federal agent, and who might you be?" She says, flinching between her words at the barks and growls of the dogs as much as the dealer was.
"And by the way, this perp is part of a federal investigation, our jurisdiction supersedes NYPD m'am, so he's technically MY person now." Regaining composure and trying to take charge of the conversation while simultaneously inching towards the doorway to call for help.
"Yeah, I'm her person now!" The dealer agrees to save his own ass.
"Excuse me! There's a woman here interrupting my investigation!" She tries to call out down the hallway, even though most of them probably know exactly what's going on. "Who are you again?"
"Uh-um, excuse me. You're talking to a federal agent, and who might you be?" She says, flinching between her words at the barks and growls of the dogs as much as the dealer was.
"And by the way, this perp is part of a federal investigation, our jurisdiction supersedes NYPD m'am, so he's technically MY person now." Regaining composure and trying to take charge of the conversation while simultaneously inching towards the doorway to call for help.
"Yeah, I'm her person now!" The dealer agrees to save his own ass.
"Excuse me! There's a woman here interrupting my investigation!" She tries to call out down the hallway, even though most of them probably know exactly what's going on. "Who are you again?"
@TancurasCool! Any premise or plot in you're interested in?
Elizabeth sighed in a sea of honking horns and backed up cars. She had driven 6 hours to NYC, the last hour was spent in traffic. Finally she pulled into the station parking lot, speedwalking up the steps and into the lobby.
"You lost, miss?" A young officer in uniform asks her as she takes a moment to look around.
"I'm special agent Daniels with the FBI," She flashes her badge as the cop is taken aback for a moment. "I'm here to see your boss..." starting to sound impatient.
5 minutes later and she's standing next to the captain behind the one way mirror of an interrogation room.
"So Daniels, he's all yours," the captain drops the files on the desk and walks out. Looking through them very quickly she takes them into the interrogation room with her, dropping the files on the desk and taking a seat in front of the handcuffed dealer in front of her.
"My name is Daniels and for the next few weeks, I'm going to be your best and only friend."
"Fuck you," He responds in a thick brooklyn accent.
Liz closed her eyes as she sighed for a moment. "I don't think you're getting the point, you see, I'm not NYPD. I'm FBI, you're part of a bigger investigation now, this isn't some small time charge we're talking about."
"Go fuck ya'self lady," the kid leans back in his chair comfortably.
"Oook, let's try a different approach..." She begins to look through the files to find something useful to bring up...
"You lost, miss?" A young officer in uniform asks her as she takes a moment to look around.
"I'm special agent Daniels with the FBI," She flashes her badge as the cop is taken aback for a moment. "I'm here to see your boss..." starting to sound impatient.
5 minutes later and she's standing next to the captain behind the one way mirror of an interrogation room.
"So Daniels, he's all yours," the captain drops the files on the desk and walks out. Looking through them very quickly she takes them into the interrogation room with her, dropping the files on the desk and taking a seat in front of the handcuffed dealer in front of her.
"My name is Daniels and for the next few weeks, I'm going to be your best and only friend."
"Fuck you," He responds in a thick brooklyn accent.
Liz closed her eyes as she sighed for a moment. "I don't think you're getting the point, you see, I'm not NYPD. I'm FBI, you're part of a bigger investigation now, this isn't some small time charge we're talking about."
"Go fuck ya'self lady," the kid leans back in his chair comfortably.
"Oook, let's try a different approach..." She begins to look through the files to find something useful to bring up...
Okie doke
Coolness, where should we start?
Name: Elizabeth Daniels or 'Liz'
Age: 28
Personality: Studious, stubborn, driven, not a social butterfly in the office because of her sharp tongue.
Picture: Like this but with less makeup and definitely not purple nail polish :P
Age: 28
Personality: Studious, stubborn, driven, not a social butterfly in the office because of her sharp tongue.
Picture: Like this but with less makeup and definitely not purple nail polish :P
Mmm... naw. No romance for this one :P let's keep it professional as my character might say.
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