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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 28, 2018 7:09:16 GMT -8
 I left the speaker on a moment longer before switching it back off.Gerald -
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 28, 2018 11:04:43 GMT -8
Officer Milton-
"Doesn't sound like he's ready to go on a big outing like this.
Oh well, gotta do it sometime." The van rolled through a big mud puddle, shearing water up the sides and all the way to your window.
((Please roll Soul)) |
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 28, 2018 13:48:28 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 28, 2018 14:00:25 GMT -8
The spray of water catches your attention. You think you see the shadow of someone in the rearview mirror-- Nothing, of course. Must've been Timothy's shadow catching the light strangely. Still, he seemed to be glancing to something, lips slightly moving. He noticed your gaze and then put up a hand to block his mouth. Odd...
You arrive at the PD, and work to unload him. A crowd of cops surround you, strangely silent. They're all staring at him, as you help him shuffle along. His hands and ankles are cuffed, so he has to take tiny baby steps. He squints in even this feeble light of day, but his eyes turn-- taking in his environment like a cat let into a new room.
What do you think about, as you ferry him indoors?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 28, 2018 14:07:42 GMT -8
This silence was unusual and off-putting. Again, I wanted to thank my luck that there isn't a confrontational audience, but there was something about the stillness that had me vigilant.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 28, 2018 14:31:24 GMT -8
You brought him inside, and even more crowd parted for you, like the onlookers at a royal procession. Someone let out a soft jeer, but the crowd didn't take it up. A handsome man in an expensive suit followed you and the other guard to the interrogation room. Timothy's attorney, you presumed. The other guard took over for you, and you were free for the moment.
The crowd returned to normalcy as soon as the door was closed, chatting and bustling about like nothing had happened. A small group stood near an open door, a conference table visible inside.
A man called out:Man-
"Whoever's going with us today, the briefing is in here." While you weren't strictly required to attend, it might be a good idea to learn the schedule at the very least.((You can please establish yourself here: horrorboys.proboards.com/thread/1033/14-00-conference-livernois-pd ))
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