Penelope Templeton

Former Hatchetfield District Attorney

[penny-at-law]

Why hello there. Name's Penelope Templeton, but my friends call me Penny, and we are friends, aren't we? I was the district attorney in this fine town for a long time. I was enjoying my retirement however it seems my services are needed once more. If you require my assistance, you can find me at CCRP. I'm sure we can work something out.

My bosses might be around from time to time. I'm sure they would love to meet you all as well.

Warning: This blog will contain amnesia, manipulation, torture, and death.

OOC under the cut

Hey it's Ace with another OC. This one is a little fucked up not gonna lie.

Open for ships but keep in mind that she is very twisted, so you're character has to be okay with.

NFSW jokes are fine, but nothing to explicit.

I expect this blog to get really heavy and dark at times, and I will try to tag accordingly. In that same vein, rp is for fun, and I wanna try to keep this space fun for me, so if I don't answer an ask or stop responding to a thread please don't take it personally.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he lifts the file up and begins looking it over.

"ran off, did she? hmm, maybe... did you know her? who do you mean by those 'in contact'? if she's a runaway, she might not be speaking to her family, but still secretly be speaking with her friends. i'm curious as to what her home life was like."

[penny-at-law]

That's who I'm referring to. Her friends have been in contact the entire time she's been gone. Her parents are in the processed of getting divorced, likely the cause for the running away.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah, i see. so now even her friends can't reach her? it sounds less like teenage rebellion, going to sneak off to get away, and more like... some kind of real trouble. how did you know her?"

[penny-at-law]

Her mother is a client of mine.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he nods thoughtfully. his next words are chosen carefully, after a brief moment.

"did she have any friends or family outside of town?"

[penny-at-law]

None that we're aware of. But you know how kids are with technology nowadays.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"heh. i've got an idea."

he scoffs in dry amusement.

"did she attend hatchetfield high? i may have to pay a visit to ask her friends who were last in contact with her about the situation."

[penny-at-law]

Sycamore, actually. I can give you a list of contacts.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"timberwolves. ha. maybe that's the real reason she ran off."

he smirks at his own poor taste joke.

[penny-at-law]

I don't find a missing child amusing, detective.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he coughs.

"r-right. of course. ah... anything else i should know about? the only lead i've got is her sycamore friends, which might not yield anything. any details might be crucial, even if they don't seem relevant. i'm wondering if she had any places of refuge she sought in the past she may be hiding in now, especially."

[penny-at-law]

I understand that she was quite the mall rat. When not at school or with a friend, she was almost always there.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"that's a good thing to know. i'll make a note of it. well, if there’s nothing else, miss Templeton, i'll see to it that this case is pursued before anything else in my files."

[penny-at-law]

I appreicate that greatly, Mr. Karaski.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he lifts the file up and begins looking it over.

"ran off, did she? hmm, maybe... did you know her? who do you mean by those 'in contact'? if she's a runaway, she might not be speaking to her family, but still secretly be speaking with her friends. i'm curious as to what her home life was like."

[penny-at-law]

That's who I'm referring to. Her friends have been in contact the entire time she's been gone. Her parents are in the processed of getting divorced, likely the cause for the running away.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah, i see. so now even her friends can't reach her? it sounds less like teenage rebellion, going to sneak off to get away, and more like... some kind of real trouble. how did you know her?"

[penny-at-law]

Her mother is a client of mine.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he nods thoughtfully. his next words are chosen carefully, after a brief moment.

"did she have any friends or family outside of town?"

[penny-at-law]

None that we're aware of. But you know how kids are with technology nowadays.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"heh. i've got an idea."

he scoffs in dry amusement.

"did she attend hatchetfield high? i may have to pay a visit to ask her friends who were last in contact with her about the situation."

[penny-at-law]

Sycamore, actually. I can give you a list of contacts.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"timberwolves. ha. maybe that's the real reason she ran off."

he smirks at his own poor taste joke.

[penny-at-law]

I don't find a missing child amusing, detective.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he coughs.

"r-right. of course. ah... anything else i should know about? the only lead i've got is her sycamore friends, which might not yield anything. any details might be crucial, even if they don't seem relevant. i'm wondering if she had any places of refuge she sought in the past she may be hiding in now, especially."

[penny-at-law]

I understand that she was quite the mall rat. When not at school or with a friend, she was almost always there.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he lifts the file up and begins looking it over.

"ran off, did she? hmm, maybe... did you know her? who do you mean by those 'in contact'? if she's a runaway, she might not be speaking to her family, but still secretly be speaking with her friends. i'm curious as to what her home life was like."

[penny-at-law]

That's who I'm referring to. Her friends have been in contact the entire time she's been gone. Her parents are in the processed of getting divorced, likely the cause for the running away.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah, i see. so now even her friends can't reach her? it sounds less like teenage rebellion, going to sneak off to get away, and more like... some kind of real trouble. how did you know her?"

[penny-at-law]

Her mother is a client of mine.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he nods thoughtfully. his next words are chosen carefully, after a brief moment.

"did she have any friends or family outside of town?"

[penny-at-law]

None that we're aware of. But you know how kids are with technology nowadays.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"heh. i've got an idea."

he scoffs in dry amusement.

"did she attend hatchetfield high? i may have to pay a visit to ask her friends who were last in contact with her about the situation."

[penny-at-law]

Sycamore, actually. I can give you a list of contacts.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"timberwolves. ha. maybe that's the real reason she ran off."

he smirks at his own poor taste joke.

[penny-at-law]

I don't find a missing child amusing, detective.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he lifts the file up and begins looking it over.

"ran off, did she? hmm, maybe... did you know her? who do you mean by those 'in contact'? if she's a runaway, she might not be speaking to her family, but still secretly be speaking with her friends. i'm curious as to what her home life was like."

[penny-at-law]

That's who I'm referring to. Her friends have been in contact the entire time she's been gone. Her parents are in the processed of getting divorced, likely the cause for the running away.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah, i see. so now even her friends can't reach her? it sounds less like teenage rebellion, going to sneak off to get away, and more like... some kind of real trouble. how did you know her?"

[penny-at-law]

Her mother is a client of mine.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he nods thoughtfully. his next words are chosen carefully, after a brief moment.

"did she have any friends or family outside of town?"

[penny-at-law]

None that we're aware of. But you know how kids are with technology nowadays.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"heh. i've got an idea."

he scoffs in dry amusement.

"did she attend hatchetfield high? i may have to pay a visit to ask her friends who were last in contact with her about the situation."

[penny-at-law]

Sycamore, actually. I can give you a list of contacts.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he lifts the file up and begins looking it over.

"ran off, did she? hmm, maybe... did you know her? who do you mean by those 'in contact'? if she's a runaway, she might not be speaking to her family, but still secretly be speaking with her friends. i'm curious as to what her home life was like."

[penny-at-law]

That's who I'm referring to. Her friends have been in contact the entire time she's been gone. Her parents are in the processed of getting divorced, likely the cause for the running away.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah, i see. so now even her friends can't reach her? it sounds less like teenage rebellion, going to sneak off to get away, and more like... some kind of real trouble. how did you know her?"

[penny-at-law]

Her mother is a client of mine.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he nods thoughtfully. his next words are chosen carefully, after a brief moment.

"did she have any friends or family outside of town?"

[penny-at-law]

None that we're aware of. But you know how kids are with technology nowadays.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he lifts the file up and begins looking it over.

"ran off, did she? hmm, maybe... did you know her? who do you mean by those 'in contact'? if she's a runaway, she might not be speaking to her family, but still secretly be speaking with her friends. i'm curious as to what her home life was like."

[penny-at-law]

That's who I'm referring to. Her friends have been in contact the entire time she's been gone. Her parents are in the processed of getting divorced, likely the cause for the running away.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah, i see. so now even her friends can't reach her? it sounds less like teenage rebellion, going to sneak off to get away, and more like... some kind of real trouble. how did you know her?"

[penny-at-law]

Her mother is a client of mine.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he lifts the file up and begins looking it over.

"ran off, did she? hmm, maybe... did you know her? who do you mean by those 'in contact'? if she's a runaway, she might not be speaking to her family, but still secretly be speaking with her friends. i'm curious as to what her home life was like."

[penny-at-law]

That's who I'm referring to. Her friends have been in contact the entire time she's been gone. Her parents are in the processed of getting divorced, likely the cause for the running away.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"ah. a new woman. a new life. i understand completely."

he taps his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk.

"that company always did seem... off, anyway. you said you had a missing person case?"

[penny-at-law]

That I do.

[She slides a file over.]

Rachel Ansbury, age 16. Ran off about a week ago, and those who still had contact haven't heard from her in 24 hours.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

"say, weren't you... CEO of Coven Communications Research and Power? my... that is, I used to know someone who worked there. Miss Templeton, yes?"

he spins his chair the rest of the way around, sticking out his hand to shake.

"you've seen my name on the door, but I'm Karawski. or J, if you like."

[penny-at-law]

That was a different life, Mr. Karawski. I am no longer affiliated with them.

[She sits down across from him, a hand still on her cane.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he spins in his chair partway.

"well, I specialize in missing person cases, which, this being Hatchetfield..."

he sighs.

"but I'm willing to hear out anyone who comes to me asking for my help."

[penny-at-law]

Just so happens a missing person is who I'm looking for.

[A proper look at the woman reveals her to be Penelope Templeton. Templeton has a very colored past, rising through the legal system to be the DA under mayor Lauter, retiring from that and being the CEO of CCRP for a time before its abrupt collapse. She now seems to do consulting work mostly.]

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[j-karawski-private-eye]

he answered without spinning around in his chair, blowing out the drag of smoke he'd just taken.

"enter."

[penny-at-law]

[The woman enters, closing the door behind her.]

What sort of cases do you take, detective?

[j-karawski-private-eye]

the private detective sits at his chair, back to the desk as he faces the window, blinds half slitted. the smoke from his cigarette billows lazily around the room, and he sulks silently as he gazes out the window to the dreary world outside. his door says "walk-ins welcome".

[penny-at-law]

[A woman with long, black hair in a well-tailored suit knocked on the door. She scanned the detective, one eye deep, emerald green and the other a more dulled, almost grey color. She walked with an ornate cane.]

May I come in.

[penny-at-law]

[The pen scratches on paper in Penny's office as she finishes the last of her pile for the day. As she reaches the final file, she pauses, reading it over with a keen eye.]

That can't be right.

Can't be right...

[The words echo off the walls. The woman stands, brandishing her cane like a sword. She glances around the room for the source of the noise.]

I suggest you show yourself now...

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[There's a small giggle, though it's source is an unclear as the echo]

[penny-at-law]

Come on. Reveal yourself now, and this needn't get messy.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[Riley makes her self visible, smiling]

You couldn't have done anything to me anyways, silly.

[penny-at-law]

[Penny grumbles.]

Hello, Lady Riley.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Hiya Penny. Watcha working on?

[penny-at-law]

Business.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

I guessed that much. What's the problem with that last file?

[penny-at-law]

Numbers are wrong. Nothing so scandalous.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Awwww.

[penny-at-law]

Sorry to disappoint.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Sooo, how's life been for you lately.

[penny-at-law]

Rather well. Nice and quiet, how I like it.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Eh, agree to disagree.

[penny-at-law]

Very well then.

[penny-at-law]

[The pen scratches on paper in Penny's office as she finishes the last of her pile for the day. As she reaches the final file, she pauses, reading it over with a keen eye.]

That can't be right.

Can't be right...

[The words echo off the walls. The woman stands, brandishing her cane like a sword. She glances around the room for the source of the noise.]

I suggest you show yourself now...

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[There's a small giggle, though it's source is an unclear as the echo]

[penny-at-law]

Come on. Reveal yourself now, and this needn't get messy.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[Riley makes her self visible, smiling]

You couldn't have done anything to me anyways, silly.

[penny-at-law]

[Penny grumbles.]

Hello, Lady Riley.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Hiya Penny. Watcha working on?

[penny-at-law]

Business.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

I guessed that much. What's the problem with that last file?

[penny-at-law]

Numbers are wrong. Nothing so scandalous.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Awwww.

[penny-at-law]

Sorry to disappoint.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Sooo, how's life been for you lately.

[penny-at-law]

Rather well. Nice and quiet, how I like it.

[penny-at-law]

[The pen scratches on paper in Penny's office as she finishes the last of her pile for the day. As she reaches the final file, she pauses, reading it over with a keen eye.]

That can't be right.

Can't be right...

[The words echo off the walls. The woman stands, brandishing her cane like a sword. She glances around the room for the source of the noise.]

I suggest you show yourself now...

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[There's a small giggle, though it's source is an unclear as the echo]

[penny-at-law]

Come on. Reveal yourself now, and this needn't get messy.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[Riley makes her self visible, smiling]

You couldn't have done anything to me anyways, silly.

[penny-at-law]

[Penny grumbles.]

Hello, Lady Riley.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Hiya Penny. Watcha working on?

[penny-at-law]

Business.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

I guessed that much. What's the problem with that last file?

[penny-at-law]

Numbers are wrong. Nothing so scandalous.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Awwww.

[penny-at-law]

Sorry to disappoint.

[penny-at-law]

[The pen scratches on paper in Penny's office as she finishes the last of her pile for the day. As she reaches the final file, she pauses, reading it over with a keen eye.]

That can't be right.

Can't be right...

[The words echo off the walls. The woman stands, brandishing her cane like a sword. She glances around the room for the source of the noise.]

I suggest you show yourself now...

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[There's a small giggle, though it's source is an unclear as the echo]

[penny-at-law]

Come on. Reveal yourself now, and this needn't get messy.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

[Riley makes her self visible, smiling]

You couldn't have done anything to me anyways, silly.

[penny-at-law]

[Penny grumbles.]

Hello, Lady Riley.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

Hiya Penny. Watcha working on?

[penny-at-law]

Business.

[riley-chaos-bringer]

I guessed that much. What's the problem with that last file?

[penny-at-law]

Numbers are wrong. Nothing so scandalous.