Thread: Strange Town, Strange Folks (Chichi Cheetah & Sheena-Tiger)

I've had this car longer than you've been alive, Ty teased the woman as she got in the car. Oh, if she only knew the truth behind that statement... Now, Toni's the one who has a car that's dangerous to be in. I won't be in it for a moment, can't even open the driver's side door. Toni won't fix it for a damn for reasons I don't get. Ty considered lighting a cigarette but decided not to he wasn't alone in the car after all. Emilia's reaction to Ari's pointed question made Ty chuckle in a fashion that sounded very, very tired it was clear this wasn't the first time this Ari had prodded him about someone. No, she's just... How do I put it, he mused, rubbing his face as he slowed to a stop at a red light. Any time I meet someone new, that's the first thing she asks because I'm a single old bastard who lives alone in the woods. I like my lifestyle, it's quiet. But she's of the opinion she can set me up with someone, anyone, except that isn't how it works. I know too many people around here and I'm too tired to be with anyone. He was quiet for a few moments, watching the traffic light for it to change, then added kindly, Not implying you're not lovely, by the way, but you're here for work. I won't try to distract you from that. Soon, he pulled up to a very plain, white-stone building with a few windows but not very many. It would be easy to mistake it for just another office building, if it weren't for the pale blue Medical Examiner van parked in a spot on the right side of the building. A plaque screwed to a wall to the right of the main door read SANFORD MORGUE, some info about when it was established, generic sorts of things Established 1743 by Antoinette Carver . Ty walked into the building with a comfortable ease and pressed a buzzer next to a low-security door - it had that sort of metal mesh inside the small window near the top that reminded Ty of a high school. Kris, it's Ty. Mind letting me in? I've got someone who can ID that John Doe from the farm. One minute, my man! It took a few minutes but the light above the door, which was a dim red, blinked green as a loud buzz rang out. Ty opened the door for Emilia and gestured for her to go first. A door down the hall was open, music dancing across the tiles and walls as loud as loud could be How we must glow, yes, I bet we look like snow, I can see itwell almost, like a camera sees a ghost with a voice singing along in a slightly off-pitch but melodious way. At a standing work desk on the far side of the room, a slim man with curly blond hair was filling out a report as he listened and sang to the song from the speakers above his head on a shelf. His glasses hung around his neck from a cord and, at a glance, his hands were normal - but he was missing a few fingers, though this didn't seem to impede him in the slightest as he typed away. Next to the computer screen sat a very fine camera, clearly used for work, and along another wall was a line of coolers for bodies. As the song came to an end, the man turned around after grabbing a file folder and paused, realizing he wasn't alone and picking up a remoter to turn the speakers down to a more eardrum-friendly volume. His eyes were a bright, clear blue despite dark circles underneath behind the glasses he lifted and slid up his nose. Good morning! he said cheerily, even as he stepped over to the coolers to one that was marked 7, with the location of discovery written underneath the number in surprisingly neat writing. Sorry if the music was loud, it helps me focus. Are you the decedent's possible spouse? I, er, must warn you, the state he was found in was not... kind. Ty chuckled softly and shook his head, glancing around the room. Kris was an oddball of an ME - he was the examiner, mortician, crime scene photographer... he did it all. Normally, he didn't have to - the most he'd had to do in years past was do necropsies on odd animal deaths or sign a few death certificates for people who passed away of natural causes. But this recent burst of deaths meant the man was incredibly busy. Kristoff Thomas had moved here from a much bigger city, wanting to get away from an overabundance of death and misery, and being here had also allowed him to work on his other career - sculpting heads and faces based on skulls found around the country. One such model was on a table on the other side of the large room from the coolers - a 3D printed skull, a scan of one found god only knew where, sat on a small tripod with little markers dotting its surface.