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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 4:36 pm
Daggot screamed a high-pitched scream that would match a woman's. He scrambled behind Eric's legs in his desperate attempt to protect himself. Eric was of course surprised by the shot so close to his feet, however didn't show much of this surprise due to his stoic nature. He looked down at his feet with widened eyes for a moment before changing his expression back to neutral and huffing a sigh through nose from the scrawny man using him as a human shield. He just hoped the girl wouldn't actually shoot his informant, or even him, for that matter."I don't know! It's just a rumor! What are ya s'pose to think when there's blood all over the carpet?" Daggot explained frantically, clutching one of Eric's legs. The detective shook his informant off, and took a casual step closer to Jayleigh. "Jensen, the bag." He said, gesturing for Jayleigh to hand the charm over.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 7:15 pm
The brunette haired woman watches him look down at his feet as he finally seems to show some kind of reaction somewhat. Daggot cowered to behind Eric's legs as she says nothing else. Hearing Daggot's response, Jayleigh's eyebrow raises for a moment. Yes, there's blood but it's not that much. Depending on the location and if it's stopped, they would be able to save the victim. Course. She doesn't have her hopes up to finding the victim alive but it would be nice that's for sure. Watching Eric waling towards her, she wonders if she's going to get a lecture from Eric for shooting like that. Nope. Instead he asked for the bag. Scoffing under her breath, why in the world would he use her as a frickin purse. Wanting to argue, but it wouldn't look good in front of someone like Daggot. Putting her hand in her pocket as the other hand lowers the gun slightly but still has a good grip on it. Jayleigh hands over the bag to Eric.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 7:51 pm
Eric looks down at the bag for a moment after observing the annoyed expression on Jayleigh's face. He pivoted round to approach Daggot, showing the thug the charm within the baggy. "Is this familiar at all?" He asked with a "no bull" tone. Daggot blinked at the item in question before glancing up at the detective with confusion. "Am I s'pose to? I ain't seen it before..." Eric smacked the thug with the baggy, causing the man to blink again in confusion. "Then what use are you to me?" Eric spat. Daggot gave his hurt puppy look. "Look, ya don't need to be like that, man. I'll ask around, okay?" Eric was silent for a moment as if considering it, making Daggot noticeably nervous. The thug looked to Jayleigh pleading as if hoping she would show some mercy. "You better have something next time I see you, or I'm throwing you to Marcelli myself." Eric turned, shoving the bag into his pocket. Passing Jayleigh, he told her he was going to drive, and then called out to Daggot, saying "And don't let me catch you sneaking into a crime scene again!" With that, Eric jumped onto the hood of his car, and walked across, jumping down to get to the driver's side. He opened the door, and slid into the seat, realizing that the keys were not in the car. He waited silently for Jayleigh to give them to him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 8:01 pm
Watching the scene before her, she says nothing else, her teeth gently biting her cheeks. Watching the thug giving her puppy eyes, Jayleigh shrugs softly. If she has a penny each time someone give her the puppy eyes, heck, she would be retired by now. It seems to be done as she follows Eric back towards the car. Turning the safety back on in her gun, she keeps her gun in her hands. Getting in the passenger seat, she hands over Eric's keys.
"Let me guess. We are not going back to the apartment to question the victim's girlfriend, are we?" Jayleigh's hand gently touches the cold steel of her gun as she unclips it. Well crap. The station are very strict about keeping track of bullets, so how is she suppose to explain to why did she fire one round? Figuring, she might tell the chief the truth. She got annoyed at Eric and wanted to shoot him but decided not to do something like that. Surely the chief would understand.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 12:55 pm
Eric was silent as if in a thoughtful state as he stared down at the keys in his hand. He clutched them before reaching across Jayleigh to open his glove box. He reached into it and pulled out his gun. He rarely used it. Only in desperate situations would he even take it out. He just prefered to work without a gun. But today maybe it would serve a bit more use to him. Eric pulled out the magazine, and extracted a single bullet from it. Then he faced his partner, presenting the item. He was well aware of the bullet monitoring in the station. Jayleigh, being new and appointed to all expectations, wouldn't get off as easily as him, being one with a reputation for problems and thus not expected much of anything but results. And he also had something to hopefully gain from this. "I'll ask that you don't tell anyone about Daggot." He explained. The bitterness had left his tone when he spoke. "He's irritating, but useful and can even be cunning. It's hard to find an informant like that, and with that Marcelli gang after him there might be a rat even in the station, so I'm asking you to keep him a secret, and we won't have to explain this situation to chief." He handed her the bullet.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:20 pm
Waiting for his answer, he leans over to reach the glove box, causing Jayleigh to shift uncomfortably from the closure. Seeing his gun, her eyebrow rose once again. Now she's wondering if he wants revenge for shooting at his foot. Watching him get a bullet out, she figures that he has a plan. Sure enough, he tells her to keep his secret safe in exchange for a bullet so she won't get in trouble for wasting a bullet in a situation that wasn't necessary.
"My God."
Of course. The young woman should've known that he would do anything cover himself. Groaning softly, she clips her gun as she leans up in her seat to put her gun back in it's holster, while doing that she talks to the detective at the same time; "I rather face the chief and tell him the truth. That I got pissed at you and wanted to shoot you but ended up shooting at the ground close to your foot. I won't tell anyone about Daggot as long they don't ask me anything." Once finishing putting the gun back and talking, she glances at Eric for a brief eye contact. "And you ignored my question."
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:21 pm
Eric watched Jayleigh as she spoke. She didn't give the answer he wanted to hear. As long as they don't ask me anything? Why was he not surprised? The man slumped back in his seat, putting his gun back together with obvious irritability. He tried to be gentle with the firearm, but almost tossed the weapon in the glove box rather than place it there. Good thing it was on safety. Eric started the car roughly. This is why he didn't like partners. He couldn't trust them. "And you didn't give me an answer I liked." he uttered under his breath as he shifted into Drive. What was he expecting? Idiot Daggot just had to show up, didn't he? "We're going to the girl." They were a couple blocks away from the complex now, and had wasted enough time chasing that imbecile. So on came the sirens! Eric backed out roughly, and sped through the streets haphazardly with sharp turns and a very abrupt stop that may one thank God for putting on their seat belt. The landlord ran out in a frantic. Eric quickly exited the car, dismissing the man with a "Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to get here faster." The landlord was left in bewilderment. "Where is the victim's girlfriend?"" he called out in question to whoever would answer?
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:50 pm
"That has to be the most emotion I've seen from you all day. Daggot didn't do anything illegal as far I'm concerned except running from you."
If it wasn't obvious to the man, she's explaining that Daggot is not her concern and is not going to be the station's concern. It's a good thing that Jayleigh always had the habit of wearing seat belt. The man decided to flip on the sirens and take advantage of the sirens. Causing Jayleigh to mumble something underneath her breath. Once he comes to a screeching halt, she already had her feet flat on the car board to keep herself from moving all over the place. She has half the guts to slap Eric, but that wouldn't be very wise while he's driving. Letting out a sharp exhale, she unbuckles her seat beat and exit the car. Hearing Eric's question, the female detective decided not to answer. Instead, she went ahead and enter into the complex. The goal is to find the victim. She had enough with Eric's crap for the day. Tonight, she's so going to unwind.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 4:28 am
Eric wasn't happy in the least, but his stoicism would have to kick in pretty soon. "She's here!" A voice called from a higher point. Eric stopped to look for.the source. It was a woman standing against the railing,, looking rather concerned. She's inside, sir. You are the detectives, right?" Eric didn't respond. He went straight upstairs, and to the woman. He'd have to behave here. Chief was especially strict here. "Yes, sorry for the dramatic entrance. Hello, I'm Detective Mannaster. That is Detective Jensen. She's in here?" The woman nodded solemnly, and then Eric disappeared into the apartment. "Miss, I'm Detective Mannaster. My partner and I are here to ask a few questions."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 6:19 pm
Noticing that Eric is close behind, she stops walking so he could be leading her to wherever it is that he's going. Once they get inside the apartment, she notices a blonde female with blue highlights up in a ponytail. She's showing all signs of distress. Wearing sweatpants and t-shirts. Her hair oily and looks like she haven't showered in a while. The woman doesn't seem happy to see the detectives in the building. She's not the only one. Another female appears, one with black hair and tall slender figurine. Must be a friend or something. The blonde one spoke first.
"I already answered all the questions to the cops."
"I understand that ma'am, but we wanted to have some clarification and more questions. Is that okay with you?"
The blonde looks at the other woman as if she needed some clarification. The raven haired woman nods towards her. Hm. Jayleigh wants to separate the two of them, but she doubts if Eric wants to do that.
{{This may be the only post I have for the day. Didn't have a good day}}
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 8:07 pm
Eric watched the interactions between the black-haired woman and the blonde. He looked to Jayleigh, wondering if she was thinking the same as him. If not, then it didn't matter as long as she went with his next action. "Miss..." Eric looked the the raven-haired girl. "You and I will go into a separate room to answer questions. Simple procedure. Is there a room we can go to in here?" He tried to be as polite as he could.
{{That's fine. Sorry that you had a bad day :c}}
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 9:45 pm
Hearing the sigh, she raises her eyebrow. He must not be a drinker the way he's acting. That's okay. She can just have him buy a six-pack instead. Taking the keys, she says nothing else as she starts the car. They have about a thirty minute drive since the hospital is on the other side of the town. Driving with one hand on her steeling wheel, she places her elbow on the small gap between the window and the car door. Deep in thought, she also seems to be a better driver when thinking; paying more attention. Right now she's concern for Karen. Sometimes spirits never get over the shock and are unable to talk. She can only hope that Karen would be able to talk, because last time, she had a spirit, found the body and gave it back to the parents; the spirit disappeared making it harder for Jayleigh to find out who killed that boy. She placed that horrid b**** behind bars.
She can only hope.
Saying nothing else, Jayleigh finds herself thinking back into her past with her parents when she tried to prove herself that she can see spirits. With the threats of being thrown into a hospital, Jayleigh had to suffer everything alone and she still does. The fact that Eric knows doesn't matter to her. He can't support her and he sure as hell can't help her. Funny. She always thought that if someday, someone else knows about her abilities and believes her, she would feel supported. And here she is, still feeling isolated.
She should had known better.
"...You won't tell anyone, right?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 12:46 pm
Eric hadn't planned to tell anyone of Jayleigh's power. He hadn't even thought about it. He knew well enough how people react to that kind of stuff. Plus, he didn't see much point in telling anyone. It was hard enough for him to believe. But he found an opportunity in this. Don't tell anyone about Daggot, even if they ask, and you won't have to worry about that." He probably wouldn't tell anyone anyhow, but if this kept Daggot a secret then he would use it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 1:36 pm
An alleyway, as the detectives passed. A glint, from a glassy blue grey eye, hidden by a greasy mop of black hair. A smile, one that told of chemicals, violent sex and something unholy, if there ever was a holiness. Below the eyes, a split tongue slides out and tasted something. The figure of a man, sat on a ratty streetfighter configuration motorcycle was unsettling. He kickstarted his machine and offered perhaps the most unsettling prayer possible "Oh father of flies, Guardian of Spurned Souls, I shall reclaim the dark gifts you have bestowed upon these unworthy, as I did with the last one. Such a tasty morsel she was." With that, he slicked back his hair, and pulled from his wallet the badge. a Hilton City Detectives badge. And with that, he was off, towards the hospital at a furious pace, through the alleys. No hint was left to his presence, save a singular oil slick.
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