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 Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 2:06 pm
Police report 54654 11/06/2006
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Filing officer: PC Gregson
Details:
This is the fourth case of this kind, there has been nothing linking the victims, apart from the killers MO. The victims are found bound to the enviroment, a chair, a fence, the wall, etc, beaten, shot, cut, but still alive. The cause of death has been the same in every case, drowning in blood from cuts on the throat caused by the thorns of a rose forcefully inserted into their mouth. The fact that there is no other link, leads us to the assumption that it is not a serial killer, but, an assassin for hire.
There has been no physical evidence at any of the crime scenes, foot prints have been brushed away, not a single hair found. The only thing found have been bullet casings, but they do not match with any weapon on record.
As of yet, we still have no viable leads on this man. Nor an accurate rendition.
Case still open.
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Ok so thats the intro, this RP is based in a large city at presnet day, technology can be somewhat fabricated though, within reason, you can play a citizen or police officer if you wish, just fill out the profile as such
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if playing a police officer please add these
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Specialist sad not nesscary))
Then PM it to me
I shall post one for "The bloody rose" After my shower, see if this catchs some eyes before hand,
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 3:01 pm
Gaian Name:C_C_W Name: "The bloody rose" Real name Unkown Age:25 Sex:male Apperence: 6 ft tall, shoulder length messy black hair, wears the dark suit, and cape when making his hits. Otherwise he has a wardrobe full of other suits, but no matter what he is wearing, he always has a small gold pendant around his neck, in it is a picture of his parents, who were killed when he was young. That being the reason he is here now. He also wears a pair of small square shades, with small squares of the same tinted glass on the arms so even from the side his eyes remain hidden, ((think the baddy in hellboy)). Also has tattoos on the back of his hands that go up under his sleeves, they look like gauntlets, only painted onto his skin. History: The bloody rose first lived in the outskirts of the city, his parents were both doing very well for them selfs or so it seemed, but in actuality his father was well into debt, and owed many people money for a series of rediculous loans and bets. Eventually they caught up with him. While the bloody rose hid in his wardrobe, he watched as his parents were beaten and tortured before killed. He vowed revenge and got into the killer for hire buisness at an early age, in the hopes, of being hired by his parents killer, or getting the information he needed as payment. He was soon seen as one of the best, as his profiency with his own pistol was impecable, his pistol, an old fashion wooden one, almost like a flint lock, modified though to hold 7 bullets, which were also personalised, and only available through the black market. With each hit he gains information, either as payment, or from the target, However with each passing day, the will for revenge fades, and it is slowly becomming "Just a job" ..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name:ArchAngel31 Name:Ran Mauri Age: 28 Sex: Male Apperence: Picture From a previous undercover case that he chooses to repress. History: Was a detective in another precinct but transfered over for necessity purpose. Was raised by an father in the gang unit and a mother in the child abuse unit. He was born and bred into law enforcement. Rank: Detective ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaian Name: Niimurakorin-kun Name: Joesph (Joey) Satori Age: 21 Sex: Male Apperence:Picture History: Joey's father left when he was young, leaving his mother, his older brother, and himself to fend for themselves. His mother had been a housewife, and tried hard to make ends meet for the family. Seeing her struggle, his brother turned to theft to help keep the family together. By the time Joey was 15, his brother was in prison. Joey never wanted to be in either situation again, so he worked for a career in law. After his years in college, he became an intern in the 13th precinct of new york Rank: Intern ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaian Name: Amakiru Name: Kisari Age: 22 Sex: Male Apperence: (Waiting) History: He just moved here a year ago and has been a homocide detective ever since. He worked as a detective back in his old home and decided to keep the same job. Rank: Homocide detetive ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaian Name: Lightshade Name: Kin Age: 18 Sex: Male Apperence: PictureHistory: He was in the city on vacation with friends after graduating from high school, when one day all of his friends one day after another just went missing. He now knows that he is the next target, and is always on the lookout not knowing if he can trust anyone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaian Name: Camden Bainesworth Character: Kei Imatori Age: 19 Sex: M Apperence: PictureHistory: A pretty cheerful guy. Actually went into the law field with the dual purpose of doing something good for society and getting to see guys in uniforms all the time. Rank: Secretary Specialist: Answering the telephone with a smile on his face, even if it's some bitchy woman wanting to know why her husband's in jail....again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaian Name: gods_black_dove Name: Beau Nicolai Age: 26 Sex: Male Apperence: Short, dark brown hair with large brown eyes. He has 3 days growth of beard on his chin and his build is muscular with tan-ish skin. He may be slightly small, but he's strong for his size. He generally wears whatever he feels like....anything that he can move in. He has a scar running along the temple around his right eye and a large scar running down his right set of ribs and around to his back, cutting across his spine. He has no tattoos and only two gold hoop earrings in his left ear lobe. History: Beaus parents divorced at a young age and he rarely saw his mother between her two jobs. He went to school, but tended to stay by himself. He became a small time hacker, breaking into school mainframes...changing grades and eventually moving up to crashing it down altogether. Never got caught. At the age of 16, he graduated high school with outstanding grades and excellent recommendations (all most likely forged) At the age of 18, he moved out to head for college. He spent most of his time hacking into the computer and his roommate showed him the artwork of gunplay. He visited a shooting range three times a week and soon....his hacking days were left behind. He seemed to memorize everything he'd learned in class(the few times that he went) and became a major in history. His tutor was an odd girl who introduced him to things of paranormal and supernatural phenomenons. At the age of 21, he left college and found a place of his own. He kept up his alias on the Net, but became increasingly interested in weaponry and learned hand-to-hand combat from a self-defense class. The teacher taught him offensive maneuvars afterwards for extra money. He became a source for law enforcement, always seeming to know the happenings of the crime underworld. He has become increasingly interested in a case of the "Bloody Rose". Eager to quench his curiousity, Beau has been following leads from his own sources and gaining knowledge from the press and through ways of questionable legality.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:47 pm
Rose walked into his room wet with perspiration, his hair sticking to his forehead, before he ran his hands through it leaving it standing up in an even worse mess.
He shut the door with a kick and dropped onto the foot of the bed with a heavy sigh, letting his gun fall to the floor he burried his face in his hands and screamed into them. Tonights hit had been a high profile buisness owner, no doubt the police had already arrived at the scene. He had been a fighter to. The rose had to use a lot of effort to subdue him, but he finally talked, the rose stored the mans information away with the rest in a cornoer of his mind, piecing together a path to his parents killers. The ones who had relevant information were always the hardest, they were helping him find his parents killers, but he still had to kill them, it was his job, he had what he needed, his employers wanted the same, and death, was a well paid buisness.
Taking a deep breath The rose got to his feet and walked to the mirror, tossing off his cape and jacket, to see the blood on his shirt, speading from a small knife wound, fortunatly the knife had missed anything vital just hitting some soft tissue, tape a bandage to it over night and it would have scabed over by the morn, The rose pulled of his shirt and tossed it in the bin, followed by his pants, which he tossed slung onto a hanger, and then picking up his jacket, put it on the same hanger and left it on his door to take to be washed in the morning.
Tucking his gun into a small wooden box lined with purple velvet he smiled and fell back onto his bed pulling his covers around himself as he slowly drifted to sleep in his underwear
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:10 pm
((Assuming it is okay to post now.))
Joey rushed through the building of New York's 13th precinct, a tray of coffees balanced precariously in one hand. In the 3 months that he had been working there, it seemed that all he did was run errands. He understood to a degree; the 13th precinct was a dangerous area, and he was still young. Even if he understood, he was still fed up with being everybody's gopher. As an intern, he was bottom rung in the precinct ladder.
Joey distributed the coffee silently, keeping his grumbling internal. He had only been out with street cops a few times, and had never had a chance to work under a detective on a real case. Joey wanted to complain, and loudly, but he knew that wouldn't get him anything. He would just have to suffer it, for now.
Throwing his long ponytail over his shoulder, Joey sat a cup of black coffee down. "Here's your coffee, sir." He mumbled disgruntledly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 11:53 am
The rose awoke with a start throwing his covers to the wall as his alarm rang next to him, with a swing of his arm, the alarm stopped.
He shifted his legs and sat on the edge of the bed and let his senses come back to reality, before getting to his feet and pulling out a dark red shirt and tight jeans out of his wardrobe and slipping into them.
He stumbled through his apartment and into his kitchen pulling open his fridge and pouring a bowl of milk, adding the coco-pops afterward before slumping to his table and wolfing them down.
After chucking his bowl in the wash he sighed and slipped his feet into a pair of sandels and stepped out into the corridor, locking his door.
He hummed happily as he stood waiting for the elevator before stepping inside and hitting the ground floor button.
He smiled as he walked up to the receptionist
"Any mail today linda?"
"Oh, yes you have three letters, there already in your box"
"Thanks"
He looked over at the large wooden structure, each shelf was devided into small boxes labelled for each apartment, he walked over and pulled out his letters, two were sealed with the symbol of one of the cities largest gang, and the third was seal with the symbol of the largest casino in town, everyone knew the owner was tainted, yet he always used others to do his dirtywork and no-one had given him up, so he was, so far "untouchable"
Chucking the two letters from the gang away he ripped open the one from the casino boss
"To Mr Rose
It has come to my attention that you are herolded as one of the best hitmen in the city, do not begin to wonder how i got your addresse Mr Rose, my sources are my own.
But now that i have it, i would like to offer you a chance to prove just how good you are, the police have never been more than a mild annoyance in my life, untill now, there is one officer who is chasing down all my sources, so far no-one has cracked, but its only a matter of time untill one decides to cut a deal.
I want you to do one of two things.
Either find and "silence" all of the sources, or find this dectective, and "guide" him away from me.
Either is acceptable, and either will be well paid, i assure you, Money is no object, Just get this done."
The letter was left with no name or addresse, but the seal was unmistakable.
The rose smiled and pocketed the letter as he walked out onto the street.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:10 pm
Kei hummed along happily as he sat at his desk. His waffles had been especially good that morning, he looked fabulous, and his favorite song had just started playing on the radio. He was completely convinced that today was going to be another wonderful day. Nodding hello to some of the men that were coming in late to work, he spun around in his chair once just for the hell of it before checking his answering machine. Yep, just people complaining again. He'd have to call them back and adress al of that later. Luckily, most of them were the kind of people that didn't get up until twelve or one anyways, so it looked like a pretty easy morning. The only thing standing in his way was the large amount of paperwork towering over his desk, threatening to spill over if he didn't get it filed soon. The paperwork he had been avoiding for a couple of days now...
"Ugh..." he groaned and lifted the top sheet off the pile. Just then, a little light fron above seemed to shine down as Joey, the intern everyone walked all over, entered the building, trying to balance coffee in one hand and his things in the other. Kei smiled, remembering when he had had the misfortune of claiming that miserable job.
Maybe I can get him to do all this for me too...
He put on his biggest smile and called across the room, "Good morning Joey!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:55 pm
Humming Rose walked down the street toward the police stattion.
"Time for phase one, the innocent lost man"
He chuckled and walked in and past the reception and toward the toilet, with a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure the receptionist wasn't looking he veered to the left and walked into the main hall full of desks and phones going mad, he stood there with a face confusion, all the while listening and looking around for any sign of a case to do with this casino boss, unfortunatly none of the desks near the door had anything of relevence on the screen or desk, and he couldnt go any further in, someone would soon be there to usher him out. From what he could make out, so far there were only a few in the office, one guy on the phones, the intern running around threatening to spill coffee or papers everywhere.
The rose grumbled to himself, now he had to sneak in here later and get to evidence room, or the staff room, but that would be harder. First he had to get a police unifrom from the somewhere.
Hed do it tonight, no sense in waiting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 2:02 pm
Kei sighed, watching as Joey skillfully ignored him. Apparently, three months had taught him enough to know when to avoid talking to Kei...at least when their was a pile of papers stacked that high on his desk. He had almost resigned to doing it himself when he noticed an unfamiliar man standing in the room, looking a little confused and lost, or so he thought. Mentally he high fived the air, grateful for his luck. Hopefully, this would be a problem person and he could at least dodge doing any real work until after lunch. With a big smile on his face, he walked up to the stranger.
"Hi. Can I help you?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 2:56 pm
Rose looked at the stranger and opened his mouth but said nothing for a moment letting his eyes scan the room to show confusion
"I thought this was the way to the toilet"
He stood there and put his hand on his hip and smiled politly
"Im sorry but ... where do i go then?"
He chuckled inwardly at his play, flawless
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:15 pm
Joey regarded Kei for a moment, but said nothing. He was quite busy running errands at the moment, and experience had taught him that when someone was friendly to him, they most likely wanted him to go do something.
Once Joey had finished passing around the java, though, he made his way back to Kei's desk. He paused, listening to the verbal play between the two men near Kei's desk.
"I can show you." Joey offered, making his presence known. He knew Kei had to stay near the desk, or he would get into trouble for not being able to answer the phones. Joey, on the other hand, was sent all over the building, doing the jobs that no one else wanted, or had time to do.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:16 pm
Beau moved down the street quickly. A file was held in his hand and he wanted to relieve himself of it as soon as possible. He needed to get back to more pressing matters.
He crossed the street without looking, nearly being run over by a taxi in the progress. The Asian behind the wheel honked and Beau slammed his hand on the hood in reply. Recovering, he jogged the rest of the way across and entered the headquarters of the 13th Precinct. A slight sprinkle was falling outside and he popped the lapels of his brown leather jacket, pulling the hood of the red coat underneath down. He brushed a hand through his hair, sheddng water everywhere and leaving his bangs spiked up. He was tired. He'd been up all night chasing after this lead so he could work on finding a lead for the Bloody Rose case.
He scraped his boots on the mat and moved in further. Criminals sat handcuffed on the benches while policemen finished paperwork. The intern-Joey- was rushing around, balancing coffee and an assortment of other things. Kei was not at his desk and Beau stood awkwardly at the entrance, flipping the folder back and forth like a fan as his hazel eyes scanned the lobby for signs of the secretary.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:25 pm
"The intern cloths, they could work"
"Uhh yeah if its not a bother, im sorry about all this, im such a klutz i swear"
He giggled and looked about
"Ive never been in a real police room before, its not as ... fancy as i expected, you know not like on tv, but i bet you keep all the cool stuff hidden, ahh well, Anyway ... the toilets?"
He smiled and folded his thighs a little to suggest a full bladder when suddenly the doors were pushed open and in ran someone, with a file .... what file would be that urgent ....
"Ill have to check that one out as well, damnit
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:29 pm
Kei frowned.
Well, there goes my distraction...
He went back to his desk with reluctance. However, when he got there he found a man standing there, obviously waiting to talk to him.
Oh!! Or maybe not...
He jogged the rest of the way and stopped in front of Beau, running a hand through his hair and smiling apologetically, "Sorry. Do you need something?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:30 pm
Joey nodded and started to lead the young man towards the bathrooms. "Well, unlike T.V. cops, we spend our money on things that matter. I'm only an intern, but even the dectecives don't make very much money. We have our reasons, though."
It wasn't far down the hall to the bathroom, and Joey slowed. "Here." He said. "Who are you here to see? I'll give them a message that you are here, Mr....?" Joey assumed that the man was there for a reason other than the bathroom. The police station wasn't where people normally stopped to use the water closet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:36 pm
Beau was staring at a nasty job done on a punker, his nose ring apparently torn out while resisting arrest when he heard someone run up. He brought his gaze up just in time to see Kei rushing over.
He forced a smile on, but not nearly as bright as the secretary's while handing the folder over.
"Sorry to bother you." He started, glancing over to where the intern was leading the male down the hall. He brought his gaze back, already figuring that he'd interrupted some flirting. "I need this to get to Agent Kragen. It's for that suicide case. Long story short: it wasn't a suicide. " He explained as best he could, his smile fading as he spoke.
He brought a hand up to straighten his hair as he released the folder to Kei.
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