TRAGIC'S OPEN INFORMANTS
[fieldbox="Osena ? ? ?, fuchsia, dotted"]
Character: Osena ? ? ?
Area: Park
Interacting With: N/A
Owner(s) of Other Character(s): N/A
The park was beautiful. That was a well-known fact. It was probably the only REALLY decent part of the city, and it was the only part that a good amount of money went to. The head of city funds probably figured that it should have at least one good thing, to make up for the crimes that happened often. Flowers bloomed almost year 'round, and the trees were well taken care of. The pond was clean of debris, and the area for children wasn't rusty. It was a shame that Osena couldn't see any of it.
When they said love was blind, they weren't actually kidding. Osena was, and had been, blind in both eyes. She didn't mind it in all honesty. She could get around without sight quite fine. She just thought that the situation was rather funny. Currently, she was enjoying the parks general feel instead of it's looks. She sat upon one of the benches, walking stick in her lap and sun hat tidily on her head.
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[fieldbox="Nina Reevis, teal, dotted"]
Character: Nina Reevis
Area: Street
Interacting With: N/A
Owner(s) of Other Character(s): N/A
Nina was bored to death. She thought she needed to work. Usually, she did. However, the boss-man had totally just let her off the hook. It was a bit annoying, to say the least. She ran a hand through her purple-dyed hair, groaning a bit to herself. Now, some people may enjoy a day off of work. Nina would, too, if it weren't the only thing she was used to doing. She did have another job, as a tattoo artist, but the studio was being redone, so therefore she wasn't needed. That left her just wandering aimlessly down the street, wondering what she could do right now. More coffee would probably make her sick, and all the other stores were crap in her point of view. She could go home, but 'home' was probably more boring than the street, as surprising as that might be. So, she just kept walking, hoping she would think of one thing or another to sate her boredom.
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[fieldbox="Jonathan Gates, olive, dotted"]
Character: Jonathan Gates
Area: Recent Crime Scene
Interacting With: N/A
Owner(s) of Other Character(s): N/A
Working at a morgue was a great job for someone like Jonathan. For one, he had a morbid curiosity about murder cases, and this easily helped him be satisfied. Another thing was that he could just take the victims souls and eat those. No one would be the wiser, and he didn't have to feel bad about anything. So, he enjoyed his job.
He might've enjoyed it a bit too much, though. He was working overtime at the moment, going as far as to go to recent crime scenes, since which had been opened to the public once more, and taking time to check them out. He, of course, found almost nothing. After all, police scoured the place before opening it back up; the chances that they missed something were slim. However, he didn't want things to go unnoticed forever if they were missed, and he didn't want to miss a possible suspect passing through the area once more. So, here he was, in a small antique shop, taking a look around for anything suspicious or interesting.
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[fieldbox="Ellis Farrell, orange, dotted"]
Character: Ellis Farrell
Area: C.H.I Office Building
Interacting With: N/A
Owner(s) of Other Character(s): N/A
Ellis Farrell loved helping people. Some found that a bit unusual, since his kind usually tricked people into deals, but he really did love to help others. He'd go out of his way to do things for people, in fact. It was his whole job and life style, and it had been for a little over 100 years. Beforehand, he hadn't cared as much, but now? He was always willing to go out and offer his services. That's why he started C.H.I up in the first place.
Right now, he was stuck doing paperwork up in his office. Which was no fun, but he couldn't avoid it. His door was open, as it usually was, but he wasn't sure if anyone was even on the floor this time of the day. He would have loved to get a little social interaction in, but it appeared that wasn't going to happen.
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[fieldbox="Hal Riggs, cyan, dotted"]
Character: Hal Riggs
Area: Coffee Shop
Interacting With: N/A
Owner(s) of Other Character(s): N/A
Hal Riggs probably should've been working. But, he wasn't, and that was fine with him. Actually, he was getting chewed out over the phone at the moment, preventing him from eating the perfectly good pastry he had gotten. His friend, another hunter who was much more serious about everything, almost had a sense for when he wasn't working. He found it to be insane, because she would go out of her way to call him over it.
"Yes, Lori, I'll get back to it soon." He grumbled into the phone half-heartedly, rubbing the back of his neck where large, claw-like scar marks were visibly "No, Lori, I haven't spotted anything. Oh, yes, I'm paying attention, why wouldn't I be? Oh, would you look at the time, have to go, bye!"
He hung up rather abruptly, grimacing at the phone. Hal wasn't actually against creatures. He only went after the ones who did things wrong. In fact, some of the supernatural inhabitants of the city knew him, and even asked him for help at points. That's just how it was, and he didn't really mind. What he did mind was working every second of the day. He didn't know how long he had slept last night, but it wasn't enough for this.
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