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 Post subject: Re: Detective Agency IC
PostPosted: Fri Jul 01, 2016 5:55 pm 

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Carol Winston - The Investigative Reporter


Carol had given Alexandra a sad smile when she left. The poor thing, Carol was sure she was missing her father. Mister Silverman had been a good man. A much better man then Carol's own father had been. If Carol found out her father was dead, she wouldn't be mourning him much.

She looked over at her colleagues and listened to them in silence for a few minutes. They had different skills and backgrounds. But they all worked well together, even if they didn't always agree with each other. Carol pretty much liked everyone in the agency, but some members didn't seem to like one another. Mister Silverman had brought together a good group of people. Who better then to find out what truly happened to him? She looked over at James and smiled.

"I think you can handle it, kid."

Carol didn't blame James for not wanting to be a coffee boy forever. The kid had to learn somehow.

"While you guys check out the....Mister Silverman-"

She almost slipped and called him "the body" too. That made her feel like ****. This case wasn't just some random victim. No, he had been a good man. A man who had given her a chance to do something good with her skills.

"I'll discreetly ask around on the streets."

Sometimes people saw things they didn't realize were important but was. Or they didn't want to tell the cops because they didn't trust them. Especially people who lived on the streets. They saw more then what law enforcement realized. Carol planned to ask a few questions, offer a little money up for a hot meal, and see if anyone noticed something odd the day that Mister Silverman passed away.

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 Post subject: Re: Detective Agency IC
PostPosted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 11:47 am 

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Alexandra Silverman - The Director


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Alexandra had to admit she felt somewhat ashamed of herself for just leaving like she had. It wasn’t really what one would expect from the director of an agency like theirs, she thought to herself. Then again, they were sitting there and discussing her father’s death. It would take someone pretty strong or heartless not to be devastated and off their rocker after that. So, maybe stepping out had been a wise decision, after all.

She was glad that people seemed to be doing their best to behave appropriately. They seemed to be doing their best to keep a normal behavior, and at the same time being respectful of her feelings. It was, to be honest, much more than Alexandra had expected - not because she didn’t trust everyone in the Agency, but because she had, by principle, the preference for not expecting much from others.

While everyone got busy in one way or another, inside her late father’s office, Alexandra was starting to calm down. It was an easier task when she thought that nobody really expected her to be completely in charge all of a sudden. She was learning, and everyone seemed to understand that. It was a good thing, and Alexandra would have to keep herself in check and not demand more of herself than she could offer right now.

Of course, hearing James comment on rousing speeches, strangely enough, did help lighten her mood. It almost made her want to make a really vehement speech, filled with complete nonsense. Maybe she should do one just for him, later. She didn’t know the kid as well as she would like, but Alexandra knew that her father really liked James, so she was willing to take him under her wing now, as Silverman had done. And maybe to push him a little harder than her father had. Maybe due to being closer to James in age, Alexandra didn’t feel like treating him like a child. She planned on sparing him of a few things, but also on allowing him more than her father had.

Feeling a bit more comfortable and relaxed, Alexandra stepped back in. She couldn’t spend the rest of the night outside, after all. She had come to start working on the case, and that’s what she would do. Once she got in, Alexandra took a look around the room, and then to the papers that were probably related to her father’s case.

The one paper that caught her eye was one that she recognized as an autopsy report. Thinking that it was her father’s autopsy report made Alexandra feel slightly sick to her stomach. There was no avoiding the facts, though, so she walked slowly up to it. Alexandra hesitated just a little, before picking it up carefully. She would walk up to her father’s chair and sit down, starting to read quickly. The expression in her normally neutral eyes turned ice cold, and a muscle contracted on her jawline. It was a sign that she was furious, for those who knew her well or were good at picking up body language clues.

“Tommy, do you mind?”, Alexandra asked, offering her old friend the paper she had just been reading. “I would like to discuss these… findings, if you don’t mind”.

She turned to Carol when she said she would ask around. “This would be perfect, thank you”, she replied. Her father used to say that the streets were the best source of information, and she was pretty sure that, if there was something to discover, someone out there would know it.


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 Post subject: Re: Detective Agency IC
PostPosted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 2:37 pm 

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Thomas Wong Lee - The Psychic


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Continuing Time

Bert produced a piece of paper that naturally caught Tommy's interest very deeply. Having raised his brow, it looked like the psychic got fascinated by it. No, the autopsy itself was uninteresting. The way it got preformed, however, seemed to be something of an issue. Peering around the sheet of paper for a time, he looked over shoulders if necessary to satiate his curiosity. Eventually he merely exhaled. "You know, rush job is a bit of an understatement."

He then smirked to himself. It wasn't because the situation was funny. There wasn't anything funny about this situation at all. Rather he was being cocky, once again. Tommy himself seemed to have caught onto the fact that this was a poorly performed job. Everyone was going to do that, though. It wasn't particularly interesting in that respect.

What he thought was the most important part of this all was the fact that he was going to get the opportunity to prove to everyone that he wasn't just crazy or making things up. "You're right, you could use the report to wipe your ass. However, there's a chance I could be able to get a reading off it. Many hands must have touched this so far. I could get a reading of who they were. If not, then maybe we could visit the people who made it, and then I could give 'em the old one two! A good ol' Chicago Haymaker, right?"

For a moment it seemed like he was entertaining himself with a shadow-boxing routine of his own invention. Considering the way Tommy usually acted what was the most surprising about this, though, was that his moves weren't all that bad. He actually did have some decent boxing form. Generally he had a bad habit of making bold claims that in the face of fire never held up.

Maybe this, though, would have held up if the situation required it to. For the time, though, it hadn't really looked like there was anyone here to fight just yet. Soon enough he found himself looking over toward James and offering him a wry smile from behind closed eyes. The events that had just transpired certainly made it look like Tommy's powers were something of fact. Every time someone had begun to doubt it seemed like he was able to do something to plant a seed of belief all over again.

In spite of the fact that he was a wise guy who didn't always show the most respect, Tommy ultimately shot an icy glare over at Bert in response to that joke. It seemed like he didn't much like that considering the fact that a man had died in all of this. Sometimes it looked like there was some forgetfulness over that fact. What pulled him out of this, though, was the look that Claude had offered him.

"So they found that quick way to write off his death like that, then? Sounds like what they would have done. I'd love to put a crippler cross-face on the jerk who filled out that form." It was then that Alexandra herself started to speak.

Taking the paper that she had offered him, Tommy dropped his entire bravado and looked straight up into her eyes. She seemed to have some sway over him. He always seemed to shape up when she spoke. Nodding carefully, he looked down at the form. His eyes showed a level of disgust as he was reading it. "Where did you want to talk...out here or in private?"

It looked like he figured that this could have taken some level of discretion.


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PostPosted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 6:48 pm 
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Evelyn Meyer - The Disgraced Doctor


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Evelyn propped a hand on her hip and glared at Bert. "I'll look at him myself, thanks. Whoever your 'guy' is I'm sure he's less skilled than I am." It wasn't a brag, precisely, more of a statement of fact. She may be disgraced, but she was still one of the most qualified doctors or coroners in all of California. And Evelyn wasn't one to play down her own talents. She wasn't one to boast, either, but if her skills were in question you could bet she would defend them.

At James' suggestion that he accompany her to look at the body, Evelyn raised an eyebrow. She considered it for a moment, as the others chimed in. He was young, yes, but eager. And there again was that flash of hidden pain in his eyes. It was that momentary lapse into anxiety that really determined Evelyn to say yes. Something about it told Evelyn he could handle it, if he was determined to. "Alright, so long as you don't touch anything or get in the way, you can come." She watched him over the rim of her mug as she took another sip of her coffee, wondering what had prompted this sudden interest in her work. Sure, he was always anxious to start learning the real work, but everyone else's tasks were more exciting and less gory. It surprised her to find James interested in her work. It would be interesting to see how he reacted once he stood before the body, especially of someone he had known so well and cared about. But then, Evelyn already suspected he had practice in shoving his concerns and emotions to the dark corners of his mind, so maybe he would be okay after all. She even saw something of herself in James' desire for real work - well, the version of herself that had existed before her colossal mistake, anyway. She just hoped nothing like that would happen to disrupt the boy's determination. She didn't like who she had become after she lost her spark.

Evelyn looked skeptically at Bert's file, watching as Alexandra re-entered the room and took the papers from him. If her hand shook a little as she opened the file, Evelyn pretended not to notice. She well knew how cold and impersonal those reports were. They weren't written with the families in mind. It would be hard for anyone who knew the victim to see in bold, unfiltered text how their loved one had died, even if the procedure had been done correctly and with care. From the faces Alexandra and Tommy made as they scanned over the paper, Evelyn seriously doubted that was the case here.

Her hand itched to take the paper from them, but she managed to restrain herself, waiting impatiently to hear what exactly made the pair look so incensed. Clearly it was a botched job, perhaps even intentionally so. She bit the inside of her cheek and raised her eyebrows. It made her gnash her teeth to wait while others kept information to themselves. She was useless without the facts, and here she was sitting on her hands while people less qualified read those facts. "Well?" she asked, finally, unable to contain her curiosity any more.


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