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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 7:09 pm
-l Alexander Melancon l - -l Investigator l-  "My family died nine years ago and nothing can bring them back..." "Hello...?"
((Ugh, I posted the words below by accident. This was an edit instead of a quote, sorry. The above is the last word Alex Said.)) Alex stood their speechless for about thirty seconds. Thousands of things passed through his mind in such short of a time span. ‘How did she get my number? How does she know me? What am I doing just standing here?’ was only some of the things that where going through his mind before he answered the woman. “Uhh, what do you need, ma’am?” He asked as he grabbed his shoes from under the desk and went to sit down on the couch.
Once he was at the couch, he sat down, pressed the speaker phone button, and dropped his shoes on the ground. In his mind, he was wondering what does this woman need. He bent down grabbed his right shoe and began unlacing it. ‘Oh my God, what if this is a trap of some sort…’ He thought as he slipped his shoe on his right foot. He tied it then grabbed for his left shoe. ‘Should I bring my vest; my gun; some backup?’ He thought as he unlaced his left shoe and slid it on. ‘Only time will tell…’ He thought as he stood, grabbed his phone, turned off speaker phone, pressed it back against his ear, and began to turn off all the lights that where on, simultaneously, through out his house.
"But, nothing will stop me from finding their killer and taking my revenge..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 5:35 am
"hello...?"
At first there was only an answer of static, electrical interference on the line, and then breathing. Before the call began resembling a dirty prank the caller spoke, a light and airy feminine voice with a distince tremble of either sadness or fear.
"Officer... Melancon?" The voice asked, as if unsure. Before Alexander could confirm or deny his identity the woman continued. "My name is Chloe Mansfield... I need your help."
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:15 pm
Her facial expression never changed from neutral, as she carefully took one of the cigarettes that were offered to her. Moestitia could not help but think it would be so much easier to trust this fellow if they were to exchange names; yet she was not going to be the one to make the first move. Shaking her head; causing water to release from her blonde locks and fly about the vehicle, she sat in silence until more words from his lips did come.
The question was simple enough, and though her instincts were to answer in another language, she refrained, and answered in simple English.
"Inn is fine."
A sentence of normal length to her. She could not fathom anything else to say. Though her words were small, they should have gotten the point across. Truly, Moestitia had not thought of staying anywhere, or at least hadn't thought of making reservations. A stupid move in her part. Yet this inn seemed like a good enough place to reside for a while. She said nothing more, made no efforts to speak, or even do much else aside from eye around for a lighter.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:56 pm
Dickie sighed again as she took a cigarette and then turned the cigarette lighter on for both of them. He didn't seem perturbed at all by her accent, or her minimal speach, or if he was he did a good job of not showing it.
"The Inn is about the only place around here you'll find a bed to sleep in, unless you've made arrangements with a friend or a landlord." He explained, shifting the car into reverse and the putting it into drive. Though the cigarette lighter was on, he neglected to light his own and tucked it behind his ear instead. He'd really turned it on for her.
"Considering the weather you may find that you're not the only one taking refuge from the storm. Try to find Hestia, she's the woman in charge of the place, and let her know that Dickie sent you. It shouldn't be hard to see who's in charge once you're in there and once she knows I've sent you she'll take care of you."
Being a small town it would take only a few minutes to get to the Inn but, unfortunately with the weather, it was a few minutes longer than in good weather. As it happened, the route he chose would have taken him past the town park and clock tower but for a flash of a small person, either a woman or child, passing before his headlights. She wasn't far from the vehicle but given the standard squad car was outfitted to deal with even these extreme weather conditions, wheel treads and break pads specifically, he managed to avoid another emergency. Hitting the breaks hard enough to feel the brake but not hard enough to risk his passenger flying forward, the Chief stopped the car with a squeel. Breathing out in slow relief, Dickie wondered just how many of his men were out dealing with the same risks as they assessed the situation in town.
"Wait here, Miss." He said to his passenger, and then retrieved his hat. He hadn't bothered when he'd hailed the stranger from the docks, but he had half a mind to give that girl hell for running out in front of his car the way he had and his hat would lend an air of authority to his lecture.
He took his keys out but left the battery on to keep the woman within warm, and then stepped out of the car with the best scowl he could muster up on his boyish face. "Hey!" He called out, glaring across the headlights. Without the sodden windshield he could see more clearly now who it was, her recognizable car that she must have been hurrying to, and that she wasn't alone. Behind her was a man he did not know, and he wasn't sure he recognized even his face from around town.
With a mixture of a smile and a scowl, he called the woman's name; "Suzie! Don't you know by now to look both ways before crossing the street?" He added more seriously, "Jesus, I could have run the both of you over in this weather and thought it was a couple of cats."
Only because he knew that the reporter had a knack for information, Dickie wanted to stall. If she'd heard or seen anything about the lighting, or if she had anything he needed to know, then she'd tell him. Anything he could get on the situation now before he was bombarded by his own desk sergeant, calls from the mayor, calls from council, and more calls from concerned village people, the better.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:21 pm
Taking advantage of the lighter, and its golden yellow flame, she lit the cigarette he had given to her, with the flame he had also presented to her. Taking a long, smooth, drag from it; smoke encircling her head, seeming to tangle into her blonde locks as she puffed away, she spoke once more.
"It is fine."
Smoke rolled out from between her lips with those words, calmly, smooth as silk. She had no real problem with this inn, after all she had no where else to go. The inn would have to do. Taking a moment, she pondered the name he had said to her, another stranger, Hestia. Repeating the name to herself several times, she simply nodded, blonde locks bobbing down and up again with each stroke of her head.
In an instant, she was shaken out of her thoughts as the vehicle she had become a passenger of only minutes before, screeched to a sudden halt. Remaining silent, though eyes wide, Moestitia looked to the driver, Dickie she believed he had said his name was, with a shocked look to her face. Of course he said "wait here", and she would have obliged had her curiosity not been soaring since the sudden stop. Quietly, careful not to alert him of her goings on, she opened the passenger door, peeking her head out from it, watching the now small group of strangers. Careful olive eyes took them in, evaluated them, listened.
Susie
That must have been the woman he was speaking with. Moestitia only grew more curious with every passing statement, yet she dare not fully get out from the car, into the freezing cold rain.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:24 pm
In the absence of Dickie and his ignition keys there was no reason for the two-way radio to transmit and yet, with only Moestitia to hear, it did. First only a mild hissing noise, it would have been easy to ignore and even easier to miss with both doors of the squad car open. But after only a few second of that hissing it escalated into a cat's spitting, and then a rattle-snake rattling, and then silence. Then, after silence, a child's voice.
"Moestitia?" It asked, uncertain. Something was wrong about the voice. It was young, clearly, but it lacked a sense of innocence to the voice and in that place there was a wrongness. The voice repeated itself so that there could be no question of what had been said nor who it was being said to.
"Moestitia..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:57 pm
Beginning to grow quite bored of the uneventful happenings of the three outside, not to mention her hair growing ever wetter, Moestitia drew her head back into the car, door still open just in case; however. About that time, her ears picked up on strange noises. Wanting to investigate, she shook off the notion, chalking it up to the rain's splatters on the road outside. Her mind was unable to fathom it being anything else.
She jumped, slightly, at the sound that could only be her imagination, yet she swore she heard her own name. Shrugging it off, she tucked her legs properly into the vehicle, watching the others. This rain was playing tricks on her for sure. So many sounds the rain did make. That had to be the explanation..
Again her name came, and with it her blood ran cold, olive eyes widened. It was coming from the police radio. A cold fear struck her, paralyzing not only her body, but her voice with it. Her mind screamed at her to do something, flee, answer; anything, yet her fight or flight response had been knocked out with fear. Why was a child calling her name?
Warily, she reached a hand over the cab, never moving her eyes from the radio. Nothing was capable of reaching forth from it and harming her..was it? Nimble, pale, fingers reached for the steering wheel; Dickie must have left the keys, how else could the radio work. Touching the ignition, where the keys should be, her body tensed. The keys were gone, the car was not on.
Her lips parted in haste, as she tried to scream, but nothing came out, simply a few squeaks. There had to be something going on. Her brain shut off, the fear was to great, as she again sat up, and against her better judgment, grabbed the walky-talkie like device from over head. Holding down the button, breath catching in her throat, reluctant, she spoke.
"H..hello?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:12 pm
Dante had not expected to be suddenly grabbed and then dragged along as he was. The woman seemed quick to rifle off a stream of questions that sounded more like inquiries that wanted solid information not speculations and assumptions. Such questions tended to come from source Dante had dealt with all too well in his excursions. Journalist.
In truth Dante had nothing against the professions and even respected it as a similar practice of what he did. Were he sought information and questions about physical objects they, the journalists, tended to want information regarding ideas and situations. Unfortunately the world is not so ripe with kind or even respected journalist and that had started Dante on a path to not trust the lot all the time.
It was about at this stage in Dante's train of thought that he saw a sudden rush of light and then it swerved. The professor could see the car with its tell-tell police light and adornments had stopped and a man had stepped out. The officer rambled on about almost killing them in this weather and Dante caught the name that was assigned to the woman who still held on to his jacket.
Coming closer to the officer Dante recognized the man well enough as the chief but the man's name escaped him. Dante always made it a habit to check in with the local law whenever he arrived anywhere he would be doing investigating in. He usually just popped in to ask simple question about where the library or local hotel was and then give a nice tourist style story of why he was there. The few times he had come right and said he was looking for ancient relics and forgotten artifacts he was marked as a possible trouble maker rather than a curious tourist.
The professor thought it best to get the local law enforcement up to speed on the situation he and Suzie had just witnessed for sake of clearing their name and getting more heads to wrap around this enigma. Dante moved to the officer and noticed Suizie's grip was quiet strong as it continued to hold on to his sleeve like a life line.
"Officer, I'm not sure how to report this but a man was just struck by lightning by the clock tower, except there is nothing left of him nor any major fires or burn marks to indicate he was struck."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 10:11 pm
The voice on the phone hesitated and static crackled again, passing after just a second but long enough to issue a small note of alarm in the woman on the other end. "My name is Chloe.." She started, hesitating as she seemed to realize that she was repeating herself. "There isn't much I can tell you on this line, it's not... 'secure'." Whether it was a comment towards the tenuous connection she seemed to have with all the crackling and the static or if it was a more sinister insinuation there seemed plenty of reasons for the imagination to run wild based on the panic in her voice alone. "I live in the same apartment building as you," She finally continued, although this time her speech was racing. "That's why I called you, you're not far. Please, could you come meet me? I will tell you more once you're here." ***** Stronger than before, with a tint of what sounded like humor, the voice on the radio giggled. Then, as if mocking Moestitia, it repeated her, "Hello?" "Hello, hello, hello.." It continued in a sing-song chant, with no rush to answer the unspoken questions in the woman's thoughts. "Moestitia." It said finally, cutting into its own game with a darker twist on its tone. "Will you play a game with me?" ***** Dickie's eyes seemed to rush over the man's features again lazily as he spoke, though in that glance he memorized the face with the practice of a seasoned officer. He took in the bag too, a book bag bulging by the looks of it in the growing darkness, and he was reminded that his desk sergeant had mentioned a visiting scholar. Intent escaped him at the moment and he made no assumption in his mind, but if this man turned out to be the mentioned professor then he wouldn't be surprised. Once the man's words were spoken his interest in his identity was only sharpened, that and wanting to know what he was doing with Suzie. He liked Susie, not in the 'I want to ask you out' way, but in the old-fashioned big brother-ly way, despite only having known her for a year or so. She had an air about her, delicate vulnerability wrapped up in a show of confidence, and he didn't like to think that she was getting involved in any sort of real trouble - which was exactly what was happening if the man speaking now wasn't a lunatic. Witness to a death had a profound way of shaking someone, even more so when the death was of a stranger, but if it was a mysterious death then that made matters even worse. "Are you sure of what you saw?" He asked slowly, in a way that almost gave the impression that he was slow in the head. But while his words eased out he was sizing the man up again, taking a closer look behind a well disguised scrutinous gaze. With a lazy glance, he'd look like nothing more than a hard-headed, skeptical small town cop - not all that uncommon at all. "It's getting dark," He added, no change to the lazy annunciation of his words. "Maybe you thought you saw a fella, or maybe you only thought he got hit. Did you actually see the lighting hit him?" Breaking his study of the man he glanced at the park bench and noted that there were no signs of a recent strike at all, like he said, but there was no evidence of a man's presence either. No cap, no jacket, just an empty bench. It seemed too far-fetched to think that there had been a man that had suddenly vanished., let alone a lighting strike that marred nothing in the surroundings of its hit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 10:36 pm
She'd stopped dead in her tracks as the headlights lit up the now darkening street, even darker with the clouds and the ridiculously heavy rain, and her eyes widened to their fullest. For a brief moment she'd reminded herself of a deer in the headlights but even that annoyance at realization of how useless her shock and inaction was in a time of crisis, no matter how fleeting, was stopped in its tracks as she saw who it was behind the wheel. The unmistakeable markings on his vehicle as well as the identification that marked it as a Chief's car, significant mostly for fellow law enforcement, she relaxed and smiled in response to the beginning of a lecture that came from the man known's as Dickie to her once he was out of the car.
She almost missed a beat with the relief that had come to her, initially at not being run over and then at seeing Dickie now, so soon after witnessing something no less than spectacular - almost. Suzie never missed a beat, and as such she did not fail to detect the outline of another passenger in the vehicle. Small of frame, not as tall as some of the regular sergeants or officers in town whom were mostly from Haida decent and, as such, had tall genes. She also didn't miss the other woman peaking her head out just enough for her to see that it was, indeed, a woman, but her attention returned abrubtly to Dickie and her current, unwilling, companion as their conversation pulled her back.
Hands still holding tightly to the professor as if either her, or his, life depended on it, Suzie began to shake her head at Dickie and then stopped. She almost felt foolish, but she couldn't allow herself to completely discard her gut feeling on the matter. "I didn't exactly see it..." she started, not sure what the professor had seen. "But there's no way he could have gotten out of the way fast enough, Dickie. I know I saw him there, at least, and the lighting hit so damn fast I doubt if a rabbit could have avoided it."
Of course she was aware of the overwhelming evidence saying that there hadn't been a lighting strike, but she knew what she had seen hadn't been a hallucination or a trick of the light - both things she was sure he was going to say next. She didn't particularly like his 'dumb-cop' routine on the best of days, and now she had no patience for it. "I didn't make it up, and I don't just think I saw it. Both of us saw the same thing," She gestured to Dante, "And we can't both have shared a hallucination or saw the same trick."
She was about to mention the books as well but then thought better of it, looking at the man in her clutches and just waiting for him to mention them. If he tried she'd have to interupt him, but she didn't know why she would... she just knew she'd have to. Reporter's gut instinct.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:16 am
Seconds of silence only gave way to more terror as the voice..responded to her? If one could call it that. Moestitia swore her heart skipped a beat with each passing unearthly word that flowed from it. Was it attempting to lure her into something? But why? The thing, with a voice far to sinister to just lump in a human category; seemed real enough at first, even thought the tone was mocking. A part of her wanted to question it, anything, the eerie giggling after caused a shiver to rise, shaking her physically enough to drop her end of the radio to the seat. It bounced violently, yet the relentless voice pressed on. In an instant, rage built in her; someone had to be playing a trick. It was no wonder no one wanted to travel here. That instant of rage let her pick up her end of the communication, yet just as she was about to scream at the pranksters on the other end, the voice again taunted her. Fear again replaced rage. What game did it have in mind? Beginning to tremble again, hands shaking, better judgment gone, she pressed the button to respond.
"What game?
If this were a prankster, or worse a killer of some sort, she could have very well signed her own death certificate. That question she posed, was to late to take back now.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:18 pm
Obviously delighted, the disembodied voice on the radio giggled as if at a joke. When it spoke it was breathily, as if the speaker were still smiling at Moestitia's response.
"What game?" It echoed, a child playing at a game. "What game... you'll know soon enough." It continued forebodingly. When a moment of silence passed, clearly not wishing to divulge anymore, it half appeared that the speaker was finished but then it came again in song.
"Jesus loves me! loves me still, 'tho I'm very weak and ill." Though the voice was in tune, and pleasing enough, there still lingered the wrong sensations that came upon hearing it. The child's voice, singing an innocent song, but a seething hatred and foulness underneath that could only be sensed. "That I might from sin be free, bled and died upon the tree...."
Then the radio crackled and Moestitia was alone once more.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:03 pm
Dante did not miss the women leaving out of points of information. Had Dante been a normal person who wished only to help out the local law enforcement and leave everything to them he would have added the parts Suzie left out. Luckily Dante was far from normal and had dealt with police who seemed to get in the way more than helped on occasion. If this women knew the officer well enough and still withheld information that meant the information would be better suited to their own investigation.
Dante found himself grinning just a bit at how he was agreeing with the methods of a journalist at the present moment. He was hoping the readings he was getting from this woman were right and that she was someone who truly sought the truth and not what she believed was the truth. If that be the case then there was a lot the two of them could assist the other in, but all that would have to wait until they where away from the authorities and out of the rain. First he needed to back Suzie to help solidify the idea of them being a team.
"She's right officer, I saw the same act but from a different angle and got less of the flash she did. I understand how implausible the notion sounds but there was a man sitting at that bench, there was a flash of lightning that struck that bench, and now there is no sign of the man. If it's a trick it's a darn good trick sir, and if it's just something the rain is hiding then we will know nothing until this downpour lets up."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 8:24 am
Unable to control her fear any longer, Moestitia shook one last time, violently, before stumbling over herself and objects in the vehicle to get back to her door. her heart raced, fear boiled, adrenaline pumped furiously through her veins; so much so that she hadn't even felt the pain of the shifter on the floor hit her in the stomach during the commotion. She had to get out, had to breathe fresh air, had to get away from that possessed radio. Her lungs reached out for air, grasping at straws, she couldn't breathe yet the sound of her heart beating drown out the sound of her gasps in her ears. The only thing she could hear was her own mind panicking. The need to get out only made her more clumsy, as she was unable to force her shaking hands stable enough to grasp the metallic silver door lever. Again and again she tried, yet her pale fingers slipped off of the cold metal each time in her haste. Breathing became more shallow, dread built inside her at the thought of what may happen if she were to stay in this police car, alone, with that radio. But whatever that thing was had no ability to climb through and get her, did it? she was not about to take her chances and see if it could. Finally her hands were able to keep hold of the lever to open the door, and in an instant she was free, her torso falling from the vehicle, spread hands landing, scraping, on the cold, rain soaked street below. Blood came from the wounds, yet she did not feel it, she was far to concentrated on getting the hell out of that car. Slowly pulling herself from the interior, her body landed on the street with a mixture of a thud and a splash; yet she wasted no time getting up and running as fast as she was able to the group of others. Stopping only feet before them, her lips parted to speak, though she feared no sound would come out in her fear.
"Phasmatis vehiculum!!"
With fear still rampant, her mind didn't even attempt to translate her words into English. After her speech was through, her mouth opened once more, letting in a tremendous breath of air. Her mind became slightly clearer with that, but not enough. Adrenaline was still coursing through her veins like fast acting poison, and then she doubled over, pale arms grasping her stomach, unable to control herself, out of her mouth spilled the content of her stomach, splashing to the ground like the rain about them. Un-noticed to her, blood was also in the concoction of her bile, mixing and dispersing in the rain. Her fear and adrenaline, combined with that blow to the stomach from the gear shift; had ruptured blood vesicles, or worse. She stayed doubled over, holding her stomach until her knees gave out; and landing on her own fluids, she collapsed to her knees.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:25 pm
-l Alexander Melancon l - -l Investigator l- "My family died nine years ago and nothing can bring them back..." Alex listened intently as the woman gave him what little information she could. Keeping the phone pressed against his left shoulder and ear, Alex bent down and tied his shoes as the woman continued to speak. When she said ‘not secure’ Alex immediately stood and grabbed his gun, he didn‘t need the holster, so he slid it causally in the back of his pants and hid it beneath his un-tucked shirt.. He wasn’t going to take any chances; dieing wasn’t an option. With the gun snug against his backside, Alex reached underneath the stand next to the door and grabbed a small notepad and a pen. These he slid into his seemingly small pocket, seeing both items felt snug against his blue jeans. ‘Looks like I got everything I need, time to go…’ Alex thought as he stood in the dark room.
Alex picked up his keys and opened the door to his apartment. He slowly peered out being sure to check both sides of the hall before walking out. He stood for only a moment, then he turned around and quickly locked the door. The cell phone was still pressed to his ear, but the woman had stopped talking for at least a minute now. “Sorry about that, but I had to grab a few things. Which floor?...” he asked as he leaned against the wall next to his door. Suddenly and without warning, a shadow appeared. “Or are you already with me?” He asked as he stood watching the shadow closely."But, nothing will stop me from finding their killer and taking my revenge..."
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