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Serenity Williams
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Original poster
Darkness had descended on the little dreary town like a warm blanket. While the streetlamps' fluresecent lights flickered on, the house lights soon began to turn off one by one, leaving the roads dimly lit with a foreboding aura about them. Maev, however, took no notice of the world around her's new tint or the shiver that crept up her spine as she stepped out of the conveinece store, clutching a small, brand new pack of cigarettes in her right hand and a lighter in her other.
Bending her head down, slightly, she lit the cigarette she had placed between her lips before putting the rest in her coat pocket. The blonde took a long puff, that came out of her mouth in long, winding wisps of smoke, as she looked up at the star-filled sky with a sigh. It was a cold, bitter night even without the subtle breeze of the wind to encourage the cool temperature. Nothing like the nights in Texas, she recalled them being hot and humid, a bit sticky as well. Uncomfortable, yet at the same time like the warmth of a familiar friend. She missed that.
As she trudged along, the woman glanced at her watch for the time. It was 12:36, about the time most people would be slipping into their beds to prepare for another long day of work. Something she should have been doing herself since Chelsea took tomorrow off which meant that Maev had to cover for her...again. That insufferable red-haired waitress was always coming up with some excuse or other to take time off. The middle-aged woman really wondered how she came up with such believable lies and, at the same time, what else she could possibly be doing on her days off. Not like there was much to do in this town, but work, eat, and sleep.
Fishing a small wad of cash out of her pocket, Maev did her nightly ritual of counting the tip money that she'd earned that day. "23...24...29...ugh," the blonde said aloud with a frown. Thirty dollars?! That's it? "God, I'd make more money in an hour as a stripper," she complained to no one in particular as she began to pass an alley way, but stopped when she heard a rustle of noise coming from it.
Turning, she squinted, trying to get a better look. She could just make out the shadow of a figure...no, two figures, one seemed to be holding the other which was on the ground. The moving one didn't seem to notice her, but Maev stepped closer into the dank gap between buildings. "Hello...?" she called out, causing the previously moving figure to become still and then turn towards her. "What're you...?" she trailed off as she saw a thick trail of dark scarlet liquid coming from the creature laying on the ground and her eyes widened at the sight, but before she could even command her body to move, it was just....too late...
A scream echoed through the dusk, piercing it quickly, though cutting off before long as if the speaker were...no more. But no one's ears seemed to hear it...or if they had, they did nothing about it.
~*~A Morning Later~*~
The Thursday morning sun had yet to rise in the still mostly navy blue sky, but streaks of it's yellow light gave hints of it's coming presence. All in all, it was a lovely dawn, but Lindsey Elliot couldn't appreciate it at all. Though this was somewhat understandable seeing as she was currently investigating a murder scene.
The auburn haired detective sighed as she examined the body of Maev Wintergreen, the small town's local full-time waitress, as her partner, Gideon Clark come over to her after taking a look at another lifeless human that lay just a few feet away. "Damn. I liked Maev, too. I would've asked her out for coffee sometime if it hadn't been for her nasty smoking problem," Clark commented. "Yeah, well, apparently something else got to her before the cigarettes could," Elliot replied, apathetically. It sucked that since the community was so small that everyone kind of knew eachother somehow, it just made the job of identifying the bodies harder, but even so, Elliot wasn't going to let that hinder the way she went about her work. "So what do we got?" Clark asked after a long pause. The young woman looked down at her report, "Female, age 31, Maev Wintergreen, found approximently four feet away from the other victim, Tony Hayes, male, age 16," she read off. Clark's fuzzy, brown eyebrows furrowed, "That's strange...killing Maev goes completly against the perpetrator's M.O." he stated with a frown. Elliot nodded in agreement before glancing at the two dead victims, "Typically our suspect's preference is high school students, while Tony fits the bill, Maev doesn't. Poor thing was probably just there at the wrong place and time, caught the killer off guard and so as not to leave any witnesses, he or she had to deal with her," she replied before moving to go take a close look at the body of Tony Hayes, but frowned in confusion when she saw him being zipped up in a black body bag.
"Hey! You can't do that! This is a murder ivestigation and-" she began, obviously upset. "I told them it was alright, Elliot. This is no longer an investigation," a familiar and domineering voice cut the young woman off. "B-but Chief!" she started again, but was, again, interrupted. "No. This case is closed as far as we can tell. There's no evidence or clues that might lead us to who did it, so it's no use," the burly chief officer told her. "But you don't understand! He messed up! The killer messed up! No one was supposed to see him kill Tony and now he has a witness," Elliot exclaimed, excitedly. The chief, Ryan Tobias, looked at his colleague like she was going insane and gestured to Maev's lifeless body, "Yes, he did. But if you haven't noticed, she's currently tied up with the issue of being post-mortem," he pointed out. Elliot nodded, but still grinned, "Yes! But because the murderer didn't count on having a witness, he may have messed up! He was taken off guard this time which means this crime scene could be littered with clues this time!" she explained. Ryan sighed and shook his head, "I have a boss too you know, more than one, and they don't want us touching this case. I'm sorry, El, but my hands are tied..." he told her, clamping a comforting hand down on her shoulder for a few moments before walking off.
The young woman seemed to deflate at this news and went silent even when Clark came over to stand next to her. "Come on, it's career day at the high school and we're required to go and tell these kids why being around dead bodies and solving mysteries give us the thrills," he finally told her after a stretch of silence. Elliot just nodded and let him lead her to the car, her mind still thinking about what the chief had said. Who wouldn't want them to solve this case?
((Hey, new here, hopefully this is what you're supposed to do on the Jump-In section. Join as Gideon, high school students/targets, the murderer, or anyone else in the town. This might become intermixed with some fantasy elements like vampires or werewolves or anything really. So be creative and add in what you want, you won't ruin anything!))
Bending her head down, slightly, she lit the cigarette she had placed between her lips before putting the rest in her coat pocket. The blonde took a long puff, that came out of her mouth in long, winding wisps of smoke, as she looked up at the star-filled sky with a sigh. It was a cold, bitter night even without the subtle breeze of the wind to encourage the cool temperature. Nothing like the nights in Texas, she recalled them being hot and humid, a bit sticky as well. Uncomfortable, yet at the same time like the warmth of a familiar friend. She missed that.
As she trudged along, the woman glanced at her watch for the time. It was 12:36, about the time most people would be slipping into their beds to prepare for another long day of work. Something she should have been doing herself since Chelsea took tomorrow off which meant that Maev had to cover for her...again. That insufferable red-haired waitress was always coming up with some excuse or other to take time off. The middle-aged woman really wondered how she came up with such believable lies and, at the same time, what else she could possibly be doing on her days off. Not like there was much to do in this town, but work, eat, and sleep.
Fishing a small wad of cash out of her pocket, Maev did her nightly ritual of counting the tip money that she'd earned that day. "23...24...29...ugh," the blonde said aloud with a frown. Thirty dollars?! That's it? "God, I'd make more money in an hour as a stripper," she complained to no one in particular as she began to pass an alley way, but stopped when she heard a rustle of noise coming from it.
Turning, she squinted, trying to get a better look. She could just make out the shadow of a figure...no, two figures, one seemed to be holding the other which was on the ground. The moving one didn't seem to notice her, but Maev stepped closer into the dank gap between buildings. "Hello...?" she called out, causing the previously moving figure to become still and then turn towards her. "What're you...?" she trailed off as she saw a thick trail of dark scarlet liquid coming from the creature laying on the ground and her eyes widened at the sight, but before she could even command her body to move, it was just....too late...
A scream echoed through the dusk, piercing it quickly, though cutting off before long as if the speaker were...no more. But no one's ears seemed to hear it...or if they had, they did nothing about it.
~*~A Morning Later~*~
The Thursday morning sun had yet to rise in the still mostly navy blue sky, but streaks of it's yellow light gave hints of it's coming presence. All in all, it was a lovely dawn, but Lindsey Elliot couldn't appreciate it at all. Though this was somewhat understandable seeing as she was currently investigating a murder scene.
The auburn haired detective sighed as she examined the body of Maev Wintergreen, the small town's local full-time waitress, as her partner, Gideon Clark come over to her after taking a look at another lifeless human that lay just a few feet away. "Damn. I liked Maev, too. I would've asked her out for coffee sometime if it hadn't been for her nasty smoking problem," Clark commented. "Yeah, well, apparently something else got to her before the cigarettes could," Elliot replied, apathetically. It sucked that since the community was so small that everyone kind of knew eachother somehow, it just made the job of identifying the bodies harder, but even so, Elliot wasn't going to let that hinder the way she went about her work. "So what do we got?" Clark asked after a long pause. The young woman looked down at her report, "Female, age 31, Maev Wintergreen, found approximently four feet away from the other victim, Tony Hayes, male, age 16," she read off. Clark's fuzzy, brown eyebrows furrowed, "That's strange...killing Maev goes completly against the perpetrator's M.O." he stated with a frown. Elliot nodded in agreement before glancing at the two dead victims, "Typically our suspect's preference is high school students, while Tony fits the bill, Maev doesn't. Poor thing was probably just there at the wrong place and time, caught the killer off guard and so as not to leave any witnesses, he or she had to deal with her," she replied before moving to go take a close look at the body of Tony Hayes, but frowned in confusion when she saw him being zipped up in a black body bag.
"Hey! You can't do that! This is a murder ivestigation and-" she began, obviously upset. "I told them it was alright, Elliot. This is no longer an investigation," a familiar and domineering voice cut the young woman off. "B-but Chief!" she started again, but was, again, interrupted. "No. This case is closed as far as we can tell. There's no evidence or clues that might lead us to who did it, so it's no use," the burly chief officer told her. "But you don't understand! He messed up! The killer messed up! No one was supposed to see him kill Tony and now he has a witness," Elliot exclaimed, excitedly. The chief, Ryan Tobias, looked at his colleague like she was going insane and gestured to Maev's lifeless body, "Yes, he did. But if you haven't noticed, she's currently tied up with the issue of being post-mortem," he pointed out. Elliot nodded, but still grinned, "Yes! But because the murderer didn't count on having a witness, he may have messed up! He was taken off guard this time which means this crime scene could be littered with clues this time!" she explained. Ryan sighed and shook his head, "I have a boss too you know, more than one, and they don't want us touching this case. I'm sorry, El, but my hands are tied..." he told her, clamping a comforting hand down on her shoulder for a few moments before walking off.
The young woman seemed to deflate at this news and went silent even when Clark came over to stand next to her. "Come on, it's career day at the high school and we're required to go and tell these kids why being around dead bodies and solving mysteries give us the thrills," he finally told her after a stretch of silence. Elliot just nodded and let him lead her to the car, her mind still thinking about what the chief had said. Who wouldn't want them to solve this case?
((Hey, new here, hopefully this is what you're supposed to do on the Jump-In section. Join as Gideon, high school students/targets, the murderer, or anyone else in the town. This might become intermixed with some fantasy elements like vampires or werewolves or anything really. So be creative and add in what you want, you won't ruin anything!))