we all go insane

Detective Sergeant Daina Eckhart mundane your mind is on track for the games we play these days. with every path we take we know you're safe. the only risk is that you'll go insane.

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Jax Shriver

      ‘Okay, I’m going to be honest here- and that’s rare so don’t get use to it. I haven’t been listening to jack shit because your eyebrows are so distracting.’ - @deckhxrt

         “I DON’T think I know you well-enough, or at all, to get used to your honesty. And while I truly appreciate your admiration of my eyebrows, that’s not really the task at hand, here.” Lips pursed, and one of those distracting brows rose with a quirk. “Missing person’s. I’m the lucky dog giving the manual PSA out to the world.”

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Interview the Muse

- What is your Full name? Include any maiden names, aliases, or nicknames.

- When is your birthday? Do you know where you were born and at what time?

- What is your star sign? Do you know your Chinese Zodiac too?

- What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

- Where was your childhood home? Was it more urban or rural?

- How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?

- How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?

- Did you have a best friend growing up? What was their name? Are you still in touch?

- Were you in any cliques?

- Best childhood memory you can recall?

- Worst childhood memory you can recall?

- Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today

- What is the dumbest thing you have ever done to impress someone? Were they impressed or was it all for naught?

- Did you ever have any sweethearts or lovers? Do you have a boy/girlfriend?

- Do you ever plan on getting married in your life? Do you want kids?

- Would you rather have your own kids or adopt? How many kids would you want?

- Do you think you'd be a protective parent or a relaxed parent?

- How would you prefer to pass away? Surrounded by loved ones and at peace, or while doing something heroic?

- Generally, how healthy are you? Do you get sick or injured easily or are you fit?

- Have you ever been badly injured before?

- What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death?

- How many times have you been to the hospital/doctor's?

- Have you ever had a concussion or brain injury? Have you ever had amnesia?

- What was the worst illness you ever contacted? Do you know what it was? How long were you sick?

- Ever had any extended hospital stays? What for?

- Have you ever had to give yourself or someone else emergency first aid? What happened?

- Are you employed? Where do you work and who do you work for? What do you do?

- Are you happy with your current job?

- Did you have any previous jobs? What were they and what did you do?

- Most dangerous thing you have ever done?

- Do you consider yourself a more active person or a more relaxed person?

- What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare?

- What is the biggest and most important goal you have set for yourself?

- How persistent would you say you are? How much does it take to get you to give up on a task?

- Would you surrender yourself to your enemies or fight to the very end?

- When do you usually do your shopping? What is currently on your shopping list?

- Top three things on your wishlist?

- Currently, what is something you want but do not need?

- Do you like shopping? What is your favorite thing to shop for?

- What is the most expensive thing you have purchased? Was it worth it?

- What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?

- What would you describe your style of clothing as?

- Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.

- Do you like and appreciate art? What is your favorite piece of artwork?

- Do you like music? What is your favorite style of music?

- Have you ever seen any musicals? What is your favorite?

- What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your "Patronus" or "Spirit Animal" is?

- What are your top three favorite colors?

- What is your favorite season? Do you prefer hotter or colder weather? Do you like snow at all?

- What kind of flavors do you prefer: Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Spicy, Dry, or Umami (savory meat taste)?

- Can you cook at all?

- What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?

- What is your favorite fruit and vegetable?

- What is your favorite dessert? What is your favorite type of candy/treat?

- What is the best thing you have ever had the opportunity to eat? What is the worst?

- Do you like to drink tea or coffee? Any favorite flavors?

- Describe your sense of humor.

- What is one thing you are justly proud of?

- Do you have any religious beliefs? If not, have you ever been to a church service?

- What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?

- What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?

- Share the latest entry in your diary/journal.

- What is the most precious thing you own? Is it valuable at all?

- Talk about someone you know. It can be someone you either like or dislike.

- FREE QUESTION

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Katerina Laveau

The holiday season meant a few good things for Kat, one, the bar was busier than ever, but it also meant that she had the opportunity to sing almost every night, rather than just weekends. Tonight was no different, donned in a (rather gorgeous and form fitting) black sequined dress and her hair and makeup done to perfection, if one thing was for sure, Katerina Laveau didn’t do things by halves. Of course her usual songs were thrown out in favors of Christmas classics, and while she didn’t particularly hate them, the idea that her singing gave men permission to touch her was one she could definitely do without.

Hips swaying to the soft piano, Kat began to sing, softly, but she knew the bars attention would be on her the moment her ruby red lips parted.  “I really can’t stay (but baby, it’s cold outside) I’ve got to go away…“ Katerina gave it her all, thankful for the backup of her pianist and his beautiful voice, but it wasn’t long before her eyes caught anothers, and she was sure that there was something different about him, usually she could tell the Downworlders or Nephilim from the regular Mundane customers, but this man was certainly different.

         IT WAS insistent, in the very least. He hated Christmas music, but that was the bargain for the time of the year. This one especially always seemed to come off as forceful, but maybe that was all the years of police training he had ringing into a classical holiday tune. Still, by the time Daina was aware that it was being sung he was down his drink and nearly lounging against the bar in some kind of comfort. Per his usual habit of being in any public place Daina allowed his eyes to shift across the bar, to take each person in turn and make some notable mental commentary about them before moving onto the next. Normally he’d pay the bar entertainment no more mind than they were paid for but ...

But there was something quite enchanting about this woman. She was beyond beautiful, no doubt, but it seemed to be her voice that was particularly enchanting. His room scan was stuck on her, and while he wanted to continue peering around he simply ... couldn’t. Now, it wasn’t unlike Daina to allow himself the chance to gaze unabashed at a woman as breathtaking as her (perhaps it was the dress? he couldn’t quite put his finger on it) but even now he was aware how long they had locked eyes. You’re going to appear like a thirsty stalker, his mind warned, but he felt so much more at ease to just ... keep on. 

And really, she made such a cringey tune quite bearable.

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         THE SEPULCHRE. Admittedly he’d come but a few times, usually when he could shake one of the detectives from joining him for an after work drink. It seemed with all of the murders, the uprising of crime in general, Daina was finding more reasons to steal away after work and hole up in a bar for a while. He’d attended this particular one a handful of times, admiring the ability to slip into nothingness when he was here. It was easy for a man even of his stature to be a nobody, to tuck the badge under the hem of his shirt and close his eyes to anything he perhaps should not have seen. He flashed the doorman a smile on the way in, loped easily to a stool at the far end of the bar and occupied himself with a drink quick to make its way into his hands. The ambiance --- soft singing he could otherwise ignore if engaged, or perhaps drunk enough, that seemed to hang around in the corner of his mind. While Daina wasn’t fully attuned to it he seemed always aware of its presence and ... of course the crowd. A bit more full than it had been last he visited, but he supposed it was all the better to blend in.

To be nobody. To disappear.

@sxrenssong

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Kali Tucker

   chin maintains its elevation, the banshee practically shooting the inanimate object a death glare as she ceased to so as much as offer the speaker a mere glance once she responded, “frankly – it is a joke.”

         “TIS THE season. Might as well try and ignore it until it’s over. Which is soon.” He was neither one way nor the other about the holiday, instead often opting to spend just Christmas with his family and the rest alone. Mistletoe, though, didn’t bother him as much as so many people seemed to be put off. It was more just ... decoration than a necessity to abide by what it stood for.

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Evelyn Blackwell

“Murder? By boredom or…more interesting ways?” The girl tilted her head to one side, immediately intrigued. But when he questioned the Institute, she frowned, he could see past her glamour but knew nothing of the place? Thinking on the fly, Evelyn spoke with an attitude about her, “Oh, yknow, school, Institute for Unruly Kids…prison. Whatever you want to call it.”

         “JUVENILE DETENTION?” Institute made it sound like it was an old home for the criminally insane. Lips pursed at the thought of it, though Daina wasn’t one to judge based off of appearances. She certainly seemed a little rougher around the edges. “Aren’t you older than eighteen for places like that?” Though the thought of the murders seemed to ground him. “I can’t speak for the murderers. Maybe they’re doing it out of boredom. Whatever the reason, there have been a lot more of them.”

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Jormungandr (Joseph)

an EXAGGERATED laugh left him at the other’s comment, the S T U P I D I T Y  (  or as they put it, ignorance  )  of other people never failing to amuse him. ❛   suppose you’re right about that.   ❜  the seelie agreed, plump lips wrapped around the cigarette in an almost flirtatious manner. the smile on his lips faded as the M U N D A N E  S O U L  asked him to put his light out, something he was not ready to do. ❛  i am AFRAID i rather be escorted away   —- SIR.    ❜

         EYES NARROWED at his obvious push for power. It seemed too many people these days were viewing the men in blue in a villainous light (and Daina couldn’t blame some of them in some regard). But it didn’t mean he would just allow himself to be stepped on. Daina waived over an officer and nodded toward the other, “This one wants a polite walk away from the crime scene, if you wouldn’t mind.” A pause, “And happy holidays to you.”

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Isadora Matias

“I agree with you there. And hopefully he learned his lesson and won’t try it on the next girl.” She smiled over at him before taking another sip of her drink. “Off duty…are you a cop? Not going to go all crazy on you. Just curious and like to know things about people who agree with me.”

         HE NODDED to her question, fingers drumming mindlessly as he waited for the bartender to roam over. “Detective. If you point him out I can keep an eye on him, at least. Ignorant flirtatiousness quickly turns to semi-violent arrogance rather quickly these days. I read in the paper that a girl declined a prom invitation and was stabbed to death over it.” Tossing an order for whiskey in, Daina politely turned his attention more fully to the brunette. “World’s going insane.”

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Peter Callahan

Banshee smiled with amused, tilting his head.

“Oh,” he said softly, raising a brow. “You are one of these caring ones, don’t you?… No, you cannot help. Unless you can erasing like half of my genes, of course, I would love to see it,” Peter couldn’t help a chuckle that escaped him. He knows the drill, gods, he had his own ‘folder’. After so many years, he was pretty known from begin that creepy kid who has good instinct with murders. Oh boy, if they only know…

If the man only knows that that dead person was screaming right in Peter’s ear, he would totally send him to a mental hospital.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine… It will pass, like always,” he added, coming a little closer. He smiled, but it looked pretty disturbingly. He could feel his… ‘special skills’ getting calmer, letting him feels more like himself, but still he was in troubles because of them. Again. “I’m Peter Callahan. Can I get your name before you will try to link me to the murder?”

         “YOU’RE RIGHT. I’m going to take you down to the station for the information you somehow apparently know. A little kindness never hurt anyone, though that’s apparently lost on the youth of this world.” Fingers waved at one of the nearby officers, garnering their attention, though Daina’s eyes never left the boy. “Whatever you’re on you’re going to be without for the next day. Hopefully you’ll be a lot more conversational and a little more polite at the station. And if you really don’t know anything you’re welcome to go back out into the world and continue to abuse whatever it is you’re on.”

The kindness in his voice disappeared --- his patience dwindling with the onset attitude of the other. He wasn’t one to try and press, he didn’t have a bleeding heart despite his desire to help. His eyes even rolled, “Would you escort this gentleman to your cruiser? He may have some information regarding the crime scene.” Daina ordered the office, though eyes remained on the other. There was a smile there though it clearly was not in his eyes.

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Jessica Hamilton

She put on a forced smile, letting her hand drop from his arm. It was worth a shot, a bad shot at that, but she desperate to see the body. “Look I’m sorry, but isn’t there anything I could do for you to just let me see the body?” She was practically begging, fully aware she might have to resort to glamouring. “Drinks? Coffee? Food?”

         “UNLESS YOU have a badge, I cannot let you pass. I don’t know what other language I can say it in that you’d understand. You’re a civilian. Civilians are not allowed on crime scenes.” Repetition was exhausting. Daina ran fingers through his hair and offered a somewhat sympathetic shrug. “I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

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Adriana Marie Laveau

          “and miss all the fun ??” dark brow tugs upward, mixture of bemusement and concern alighting her features. “i’m afraid i’m going to have to step in, darling.” she sighs, scarlet lips pursing as if she almost feels guilty. “this is a little out of your jurisdiction.”

         “YES, BECAUSE someone’s death is fun.” His eyes rolled, the detective shook his head at her next statement. “If you cross the line I’m going to have to have you removed from the scene. As I said, you can read about it on the news.” Two fingers waggled at nearby officers in blue, dragging their attention away from their conversation with the forensic scientists to head over.

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Amalthea Wallace

        “Uh, yep. I know.” A faint grin tugged at the corner of her lips, the werecat recognizing that line all too well - she’d had to use it herself, more often than she’d care to admit. “I came down to see if you could use a second set of eyes - heard the scene was a bit of a mess.” A half-truth that sounded authentic, she hoped. She’d actually heard someone describing the victim and had thought they sounded familiar - and if she was right, she’d need to worm herself onto the case sooner or later. 

         FOR THE first time since stepping foot onto the crime scene, relief flooded into the detective sergeant. Too many people had attempted to bribe or bargain, or rubberneck, their way into business they had no place in. “I haven’t had much of a chance to look around yet, actually. I told them I’d head in after I deterred any reporters but I’m beginning to feel a bit like a bouncer now.” Fingers reached beneath the yellow crime scene tape to lift it up for her, head tilting slightly. “You have your badge, yes?” To dangle around her neck, or put somewhere in plain sight so nobody else would harass her while they made way. “Detective Sergeant Eckhart, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around?”

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Evelyn Blackwell

“Please tell me there’s at least something fun to do around here? Even a few hours in that Institute is enough to bore someone to death.”

         “MURDERS ... THOUGH that’s not fun so much as curious. The rise of them.” He murmured softly, fingers twiddling against the pocket of his blazer. “Institute?”

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Isadora Matias

Isadora was sitting at the Hunter’s Moon, nursing her drink after “accidentally” kicking a guy in the shin with her heels after he disrespected her. She felt eyes on her and looked at the person next to her. “He didn’t understand the meaning of not interested. I did everyone a favor by just kicking him. I could have done much worse. Trust me.” 

         “NORMALLY I’D counsel against violence, more toward a verbal scuffle but I’m off duty so ...” Daina shifted to a bar stool, beside the brunette and lifted two fingers to catch the bartender’s attention. “I think anyone who doesn’t understand the meaning of buzz off should get a good kick in the shins.”

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Kali Tucker

    verdant eyes conspicuously narrow upon a glimpse at that all too familiar sight of a mistletoe suspending from a ceiling only few inches away from hunter’s moon’s entrance. unabashedly, she voiced her distaste, “a little originality wouldn’t hurt.”

         DAINA COULDN’T help but snort at the comment. His head was ducked low, just enough so that his hair didn’t brush beneath the accused mistletoe, and once he was moved from beneath it he found the woman speaking. “I feel like it’s more of a joke, by now.”

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