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Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Joseph twisted slightly in his seat, raising his hand up to the barricade. Did he dare? If you're going to make me sit through this you could at least not be a pussy, Heller snarled, and he forced Joseph's hand forward until his and Emile's hands made contact in the space between the plastic rungs. I do what I can, Ms. Burns, he answered her quietly. It's not right, what's happened to you, he continued, the truest words he had spoken all morning. First those people hovering around you all the time, then the questioning...It shouldn't be happening. He was silent for a moment before he pulled his hand away, turning back around to face the road and start the car once more. We should be there in a few more minutes. The station was one of the largest in the city, massive stone lions guarding the front entrance at the top of the large stone steps. People and police moved in and out of it almost constantly, the work of justice, or what sometimes passed for it, never truly ceasing. Of course, bringing Emile up those steps with the reporters hounding her every move would have been difficult at best and a horrifically embarrassing photo op at worst. So Joseph parked in the back lot, as usual, and gently guided Emile into the much more modest back entrance, which did boast a ramp instead of high, unyielding stairs. They passed through several hallways, the familiar route to the fairly comfortable waiting area just outside the station's holding cells and interrogation rooms. I'll go check us in, Joseph told her as he guided her towards an empty seat. Do you need anything, coffee, a sandwich or something? He waited until she had answered before leaving her, making his way back through the station until he reached front reception. Emile Burns is in waiting, he told Angela, the secretary. She nodded and typed up a storm on the computer before her, briefly pausing to jerk a thumb back towards the interior of the station. Sergeant Davies wants to see you before they get started, she told him, ignoring the rather obvious look of annoyance on his face. Well that was just bloody wonderful. Fine, he muttered, pausing briefly in thought. Is Morric here in the station? Emile had been sitting for about ten minutes, no one addressing her beyond the occasional mutters of you know who that is and she's the bogeygirl from the prisoners and suspects witnesses being escorted through the area. Suddenly a strange sound began to echo through the room, the clicking of claws upon the tiled floor, and a cold nose pressed itself into her hands and began sniffing eagerly, something furry and excited nuzzling into her.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile touched his hand for a short moment, unused to feeling skin-to-skin contact anymore. She reveled in it for the moment, before he pulled back, dropping hands to rest on her knees for the rest of the silent trip. She only nodded as he told her their next stop and time frame. She listened to he familiar streets blur past, car engines, people yelling, horns honking, phones ringing, ahh the sound of downtown. Patiently Emile waited for him to let her out of the vehicle, letting him lead her through the back doors. She nodded at the people that walked past, hearing their footsteps and knowing their stares, hell she would have stared. Emile sat in the same seat she did almost every day, running her nails against the pants she wore as she listened to him, the sweet friction burning at her finger tips. I'm fine for now, thank you. Emile said sweetly, fiddling with her pants still. His footsteps echoed away and Emile was left alone in the hallway, nervously the woman began to run her fingers through her growing hair. Would this new Lieutenant know who she was? Would he be one of the ones who believed she killed Dennis and staged it? There were so many theories and beliefs it was hard to suppress them so often. The scene would run through her mind, Emile tried to picture what he would have looked like, what they described both the man she'd loved but never seen and the horrible things done to him. How could any believe a blind woman could do such a vile thing to a person? How would she know where to cut? Bile rose in her throat as she pictured the faces of all the people who thought she was guilty. But her thoughts were quickly cut off by the shock of something cold and wet pressing to her hand, causing her to be pulled back into reality and all it's buzzing. Emile could hear the dog's breathing and feel it over her fingers. A grin lit onto her face, Hello Sparky. She cooed, her hands moving to dig into the thick fur of the animal. Morric, are you there? She asked, tilting her head up. Yeah, right here. A little birdie told me you were thinking of getting yourself a working dog. She could hear his laugh, and his voice tickling the long brush of his mustache. A soft laugh lit from her, Yes. I've found I'm tripping more often now that I don't have... have something to direct me. She quickly caught herself, keeping her face from falling. I believe it may be a good investment, Dennis would have wanted me to be able to function on my own. Her fingers moved through the fur, Sparky licked her wrist as he sat down next to her chair, allowing her to rub his head and neck. I could help you find one, if you wanted, I know a few people, Morric informed, his hand coming to rest on top of her's, atop the dog's head. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Oh, I think they ought to be coming to get you soon, remind Heller to come get me before you leave. I've cleared it with my people to let you use Sparky for a bit, til you find a replacement.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Joseph Heller slowly emerged from the hallway, staring down at the folder in his hand. An official warrant to search the home of Dennis Kohr and Emile Burns for any evidence of crimes that might have occurred. If he actually went and Emile find out, it would shatter the trust that he'd built up with her, especially after what he'd told her in the car less than an hour ago. It would destroy any chance he had of actually making amends for what Heller had done. What we did, not what I did. And what he should do now was go back to Davies and refuse to follow the order. But what then? Someone else would take the warrant and go search the house, regardless of what Joseph said. And if there was something there to find, than it would only be a matter of time before it was discovered and Emile found out. Nor could he just go out there and simply do nothing, for the same reasons. He was being sent alone now, but sooner or later others would go out there. This looked like it would be the only chance he had to find any evidence and deal with it before Dennis Kohr's sins came to light. Finally he returned to reception, speaking quietly with Angela. Could you do me a favor and call me as soon as Ms. Burns gets out of questioning? Tell her Davies has me out running a lead, and I'll be back to pick her up as soon as I can. Angela glanced briefly back towards the sergeant's office, finally nodding. Sure thing, hon. And Morric wanted to talk to you before you left with Burns. He's getting together some of Sparky's food and stuff for her to take home. Thanks, Angela. With luck, I won't be gone long. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A real tragedy, Ms. Burns, Kinsman said as he handed her a tissue, but his voice sounded anything but sympathetic. Instead it sounded dismissive, almost bored the witness, the suspect wasn't telling him anything he hadn't already heard a dozen times. The only reason he'd asked the question was because it had to be asked, even the offered tissue and murmured sympathies were merely the niceties that needed to be observed. Thankfully there was also no real need for him to delve any deeper into the events of that night. Emile had already been questioned endlessly about that night, every detail she could remember already on the record. So instead Kinsman moved on to the new information, the interesting part, and he spoke with real interest in his voice for the first time. Why don't you tell me more about Dennis. His work, his hobbies, any unusual habits he might have had.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile rubbed the un-painted bottom portion of her eye. No longer could she wear make-up, hell she couldn't get it off if she wanted to, not without Dennis. He knew all of her little quirks, her fear of eyes, and how sensitive she was to make-up remover. She was almost thankful that her blindness refrained her from 'prettying up'. Not that she needed it, Emile was a surprisingly natural beauty, a ginger by all regards. She clenched the tissue in her little hands and let it rest on Sparky's neck, who was intently peering up at Kinsman. Being blind made Emile very adept at telling people's tones. And Kinsman was not impressed, nor moved by her story. She grit her teeth, how could any man sit there and openly mock her pain? Had Emile been a half dozen years younger, she would have attacked the man. Any murder is a tragedy. She retorted quietly, swallowing down the angry lump forming in her throat. She quirked a thin brow up at the male across from her, pursing her lips. Emile opened her eyes and tried to focus her gaze towards Kinsman, eerie eyes unfocused, but on target. Tell you more about him..? Emile thought back to the conversation in the car, and her face hardened. Ah. Well, he was hard working. He never missed a meeting or refused a case, no matter how hopeless. He would be up for hours working on his computer after 'putting me to bed', I could always hear the tapping of the keys. He did good work though, did a lot for people who were disabled, She tried not to sneer at the word, she hated being called that. More than she hated being called 'handicapped', she even refused to accept the pass that would have allowed them to get a better spot at shopping malls. Most recently he'd been working with a woman who had been wrongly diagnosed, and had surgery performed on her, and caused her to lose her hearing. Her son was helping her fight the case, a little guy, maybe... hm.. your age? But other than work he really didn't have any hobbies. He liked to go to those fancy dinners, he'd get me all dressed up and we'd go to these charities with his work. He told me about the one time he tried to build a model plane as a child, but he never continued it. Emile sat back into the chair, her shoulders relaxing as she talked about her late fiance. She missed him dearly, and speaking of him in his finest moments was one of her most calming exercises. Remember the man, not the sin, her mother had told her years ago, after watching a special on TV about serial killers. Dennis loved to work with children, he hoped someday we could start a family. He always told me he pictured himself with a son and a daughter, and a beautiful wife. Now all he needed was the children. She laughed softly, shaking her head, We were going to adopt a puppy in the spring, to start out our little family. Emile stroked Sparky's nose. She peered up towards Kinsman, fixing her eyes in his direction. Why do you want to know all this? She knew the answer, but had to ask.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile stopped to listen to the man. It was obviously a pencil and paper he had retrieved, and she was half lead to believe he was doing a sketch rather than writing anything important down. She narrowed her eyes as if she could glare at him, her lips thin in distaste. What isn't there to understand? A man waited for Dennis and killed him, he was a target. And if you need a blind woman to tell you such, you must be lacking a little yourself. She really wished she could say that to him, the raging thought pulsing against the front of her head like a migraine. I understand, she managed to push out through gritted teeth, said teeth clamping down hard on the side of her cheek. I trusted him, with someone who is 'disabled' such as myself, you have to trust those who take care of you, if I feared every man who helped me cross the street was going to push me before a bus, my life would be spent inside my house. Emile leaned back as she spoke, taking her frustration out by rubbing Sparky's silken ears, running them through her fingers gently with a little sigh, she relaxed some. I have not checked my email in nearly 6 years, Lieutenant, I've no use for a computer. So yes, he could be hiding things on it, but what did he have to hide? He was a good man who worked hard. Crossing her arms she let the ears slip from her fingers. When he wasn't at work, he was with me, or with his co-workers. You can ask his secretary, his boss and his co-workers. To be perfectly honest, he didn't really have much of a life outside me and work. But yes, you are correct about the computer, he could be doing whatever. Perhaps watching porn while I lay in the next room, who knows. But I trust him not to have done anything illegal like you are suggesting. Emile clenched her fingers against her biceps, huffing out a hard breath. She was fuming, how dare this man who didn't know Dennis try to slur his name in front of her. He was lucky he had a badge, or she may have tried to slug him. ------------------------------ Dennis Kohr was a neat man, some would even claim OCD. This most showed in his home office, or study, or the room that would not be touched by Emile. It was actually a converted spare bed room though the couple had thought about making it a nursery if Emile got pregnant. There was a large mahogany desk in the center, against the wall with the window. There were cups for pens, pencils and other writing utensils, a stack of signed papers next to a thick black laptop and a CD shelf filled with CDs. In the closet there were piles of boxes, all labeled insignificant things like Case 23x and such. Though, were some to dig deeper, they'd realize the bottom boxes were not all that they seemed. Within files, within cases, within boxes sat pictures and CDs that were most defiantly illegal. If one were to refurbish Dennis's computer, they would find similar things to mark his guilt.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile twitched, to someone who didn't know her, it would look like a flinch. But no, her hand twitched against Sparky's muzzle before she fought for control over her emotions. Today was a roller-coaster ride, that was for damn sure. She further resisted the urge to bark in laughter and tell him he was a fucking liar, but that would look bad, and make her look damn guilty, so Emile kept her lips sealed. Do you? Do you really? Emile pressed, finally snapping just a little, Do you really know how hard it is to lead a sightless life and then have the only person that was able to walk you through it die? And then everyone think that either I killed him or that he was some crazy person? I'm very sorry Mister Kinsman, but you do not know anything about this subject. Setting her face straight, the woman calmed herself with a few breaths, flicking bangs from her eyes out of habit. There was no place I was forbidden to go to within my own house, nor any items. I chose never to enter his office because it smelled dusty and like old paper and made my nose itch. He never did or said anything odd, other than try to marry the blind girl, I guess. She retorted, her voice verging on sarcastic and mean. His name is... was... Dennis. If you are to lead this investigation, you should at least know your victims. She spat angrily, nearly getting up from her seat at the pure disrespect. But feel free to check my record, you'll find that when I was twenty-one I was arrested for possession and that is the only mar on my record. Go ahead. Check. I'll even wait here while you do. Dennis' record is also clean. Please 'Lieutenant', be my guest. To say she was being hostile was a little of an understatement, and even Sparky was reacting. He rose from his seating position when her temper started to flare and lifted his head from her lap, peering up at Kinsman. Emile offered Kinsman the most civil smile she could as she patted the dog's head, trying to get him and herself to calm down. Snapping at the lead police officer in charge of her investigation was probably the worst thing she could have done. But somewhere deep inside the cockles of her heart, she was happy she did. She knew this Kinsman thought little of her, and her dead fiance, and she knew he was belittling her openly, and just the thought of putting him into his place almost excited Emile. Yuck, short. Sorry!
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Arms folded across his chest, Ramoli listened with care, or feigned care it would seem. Hed given up a nights work for this and then then, of all things, this list chosen to go. Gut reaction was he was too important to go and then pride settled in. Guthe and Leekra indeed plied his very craft, but they were half wits at best. Guthe couldnt fracture a new specimen to found the roots of its elements and Leekra was too grounded minerals to understand the flow of alchemy and the relation to all elements, living or otherwise. As he was moving to go to the Elders chambers, he remembered his place and removed the disdain from his face. They would certainly see him as the better, he would do this duty and prove himself worthy of one day serving on the council. Contrary, perhaps, Olar simple took the word at face value, he trusted the elders and accepted they saw aptitude in him that could lead to the success of this voyage. He knew it wasnt his decision to determine such a location, but rather, he would be assigned to help hunt and track as was his duty for the people. His eyes were amongst the best and he would assure survival if he was chosen. He noted a few other warriors and scouts alike that were equally talented and he only hoped he would be chosen for the final four. As they walked, tall Ressen came near Olar, they were family of the same matriarchal lineage, from the same grandmother. They have chosen you so that we may understand the standard by which to compare the chosen too, he joked, setting a big hand down on Olars shoulder. Olar grunted up at his older cousin, slightly accepting the joke, slightly dejected by the comment. And they have chosen you, Ressen, that we may take pleasure in knowing who we leave behind. The taller warrior was silent a moment, then laughed loudly at his cousin, leaving Olar to go joke with one of the other chosen. While the 10 gathered in the Elders' chambers, they were welcomed in by several elders. The one greeting each of the ten nodded a welcome to each and offered to all. You were all chosen for the aptitude you have shown. We have watched you all grow and love you as our children. Understand the dangers of this journey and know we will only accept those who truly wish to take this task upon their shoulders. The four that are chosen will complement each other to assure the success of this voyage. Taero of the Humanic Faith intoned, Such a voyage will offer us insight into the Humans wisdom that we may understand the gods ascent from this world into the realms of glory. Taking his own seat, and offered a nod towards Naelen, as they shared the faith. He set his thin, black mystical bible on the table should it decide to come alive and give thought to the meeting from the greater beyond realm of the Humans.
Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Naelan's long legs made her one of the first to get into the chambers, she had no such pride or hope, her faith completely given to the elders. These elders were chosen by the whole, meaning they decided what was best for all, as all trusted them. Naelan had hopes of becoming an elder, once she was just that older. The lanky woman brushed long hair from her eyes, giving Taero a gentle smile as he entered. She busied herself with finding a seat around the long table, folding her long legs over each other and pressing her hands into her knees. Y'sanne was less... graceful, she bounded into the room, having resisted the urge to kick down the door as an entrance. Behind her stood Suula, a thin woman of average height, with a beaked nose and brown hair pulled back into such a tight tail it seemed to stretch her face. You are too enthused, little Y'sanne. The taller woman intoned, her voice rumbling. They will choose who is most proper to go, not who is most wanting to go. Y'sanne did not return the jibe, instead, she flicked her head over her shoulder and offered a wicked smile, her pearly teeth nearly glowing in the darker room. She hooked her foot along a seat and pulled it out before plunking herself down into a seated position, she sat between Tobith and Ressen, dwarfed by both of their incredible sizes. Yes, and as the fifth said, only 4 of you will be going on the journey-- Forgive my interruption, Elder, but would it not make more sense to send half of us? Crowed Suula, pushing her beak nose higher in the air as she rumbled, raising a thin brow. Do you doubt my judgment, young huntress? Hissed the last elder, turning his weary eyes to her, the woman shrunk in her seat next to Olar. Good. We only send four because we do not need to lose all of our hunters. One hunter, one guard, one alchemist, and one of the devout. This is all that needs to go. His eyes scanned the group. Ressen and Y'sanne, you are both feared warriors... which of you should go? The two turned to face each other for a long moment as they rose to their feet. Y'sanne spoke first, I am younger, more versatile, and have no family waiting on me to provide, Her tone was strong, and that same wicked smile tinted her lips as she cocked her head at Ressen, He is a fine fighter, but I am better. I do not fear death, as I have nothing to lose, he has everything. And this was true, Y'sanne was an only child of parents who'd passed on, it made her strong. Ressen on the other hand, came from a strong family line, had a wife burdened with child back at his home, and parents, cousins and all such members he could not lose. The elders nodded, telling the two to sit after Ressen did his little piece. Ramoli, Guthe, and Leekra... you three are our most powerful wielders of the old magics-- alchemy -- which of you should venture out?