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SANGREN POLICE DEPARTMENT OFFICER RECORDS NAME: Moreau, Mitsuru S. SEX: Female AGE: Twenty-six (26) years HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'7"/136 lbs. MARITAL STATUS: Single RANK/DESIGNATION: Detective/Homicide YEARS IN FORCE: Five (5) years PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION:...

[andreashelfish]

…have you lived here long?

[ru-moreau]

*quirks brow*...'M whole life.

[andreashelfish]

I hate working near the full moon. On the full moon. After the full moon. It’s just all a bad experience.

[ru-moreau]

Really? Rather like it myself. The full moons are good for r-...observation. Really pretty.

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[sleazyseeker]

Evan shrugged, smiling, “I guess miss. I’ll just delete them then…” He said sincerely. He wasn’t about to piss off a cop. He checked the camera and looked through each photo he’d taken today and deleted the ones of people. He wasn’t entirely lying when he said he’s like to take pictures of the scenery. He found it rather peaceful. “Again, I’m really sorry Officer. I promise not to take anymore photos of people.” He lied again, planning on taking photos tomorrow morning.

[ru-moreau]

"It was an honest enough mistake. Just make sure you develop a little more discretion," Ru said, nodding with slight approval. She hoped he was being genuine, at least, or they'd have problems again, she could tell. Still, she smiled at the kid and waved her hand, backing up towards the end of the alley. "Do you need directions or anything? Like I said, I do know a few other places you might get better shots of the scenery."

[tricksternicholas]

"I have my ways," He smiled brightly. To him that just meant not contacting the police at all, and finding a non-questioning idiot to help him with his dirty work. She didn’t need to know that. Still, he couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t trying to interrogate him more. With cops it was always 20 questions - sometimes playing multiple rounds. Sangren was full of odd people and unexplainable accidents…maybe she was someone who understood that.

"Is there a particular reason you’re being super cool with all this? I mean, it’s not like this is a traffic violation or something."

[ru-moreau]

"Uh huh," she huffed, unbelieving. She had a feeling their paths would cross again, whether either of them wanted to or not. The town had a funny way of making that happen.

"I could ask you the same thing," she said just as coolly, "After all, most people are more traumatized about finding corpses. Besides, I have what you'd call a...predetermined knack for this sort of thing," she said dismissively, but she wouldn't meet his gaze.

[johnnyarcos]

"Would you like something to drink or will you be sitting there on edge all night?" Johnny asked smoothly once he stepped in front of his brethren. He could feel the thrum of her power just waiting beneath her skin, could practically hear it, but he did not let on. He only offered a guileless smile to her and the vampire just over her shoulder that was now backing off. "It is not your first time in here," he decided, foregoing waiting for her drink order and just pulling out a glass and a shaker. Two parts gin, one part sherry, orange bitters, ice and a shake later, he was placing a martini glass garnished with a curled orange rind in front of her. "Drink."

[ru-moreau]

"I..." The bartender's voice is like velvet, dark and smooth, and the threat from behind her leaves as quickly as it had come, sulking away to some further recess of the bar. She glances behind her at the retreating back and sighs out quietly, thanking some distant ancestor for this intervention...and apparent invitation. The detective looks up at the man standing before her, past the counter, and studies him for a fraction of a second, picking up some sort of energy from him that she herself can't even place; it's dark and lurking, much like the rest of him, and it baffles her. It's magic, maybe, or something akin to. But she's safe in the bubble he's unwittingly made for her, and that's enough for tonight. Besides, it's hard to get drunk when you're being hooted and mocked by everyone sitting around you. He hasn't stopped smiling yet, almost innocent and boyish, and she nods as he begins to make a drink, rolling her shoulders to get the kink out of her neck, her hair falling past her shoulders in a silky glide.

"Not my first time, no. Surprised he didn't stop me closer to the door," she breaths, putting an elbow on the counter as he passes her a now filled martini glass. She gives him a small but genuine smile, and sips, eyeing him over the rim without shame. The martini is crisp and refreshing, but perfectly dry from the gin, and she takes one more sip before setting the glass down. "Mitsuru. Call me Ru," she says.

[sleazyseeker]

Oh shit, Evan thought to himself. He was really in for it now, “Not uh… not that many officer I mean uh other than you … two? Three if you count the one that stepped into the frame right as I was taking a photo of an art store?” He said nervously as he scratched the back of his head through his beanie. “I promise I’m not some creep. I’m kinda new here too, to be honest…”

[ru-moreau]

A small part of Ru wanted to be sympathetic towards the kid, and she let that part of her leak into her icy voice, but her eyes didn't lose their seriousness, nor did she let her stiff posture break.

"I believe you, to an extent," she said, leaning closer to peer at his camera, "and even if you were taking pictures of just the buildings, that'd be fine. But I'm going to have to ask you to delete all the photos you've taken containing any of the townsfolk effective immediately. Even if it's a passing glance." She looks back at him, letting a smile of sorts pull at her lips, "That's not too much to ask, isn't it? You must have gotten other good scenery pictures. And the day is still young. I can point you to some nice spots close to the wood that'd have a nice view to make up for it."

[tricksternicholas]

Nicholas was a bit put off by the fact she told him to ‘just go’. The expression on her face said that she didn’t really want to deal with him, and it was understandable. If more police showed up he would probably make things worse. The worst thing about being a compulsive liar was that sometimes you had to tell the truth - and when he did, it all came out. “Alright, fine. I’ll let this one go. Can’t guarantee there won’t be a next time - but I’ll make sure you aren’t the one who shows up. Deal?”

[ru-moreau]

It wasn't necessarily that she was annoyed with him, or his incredibly inconvenient way of reporting crimes, but it was that, by taking his place for calling in the body, she had just doomed herself to hours upon hours of paperwork, questioning, and the odd sleepless night. Cops didn't get away with "finding" bodies that easy. Call it annoyance at the situation, but it was still annoyance. Besides, as he had already demonstrated, he probably didn't want to nor would be able to sit through being interrogated. She said none of this, though, past another thin sigh, and let him believe what ever he liked about her. Came with the territory.

"I don't know how you'd make that happen, but sure, deal."

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[tricksternicholas]

"Well that’s a shame ‘cause I say tomato. But I guess if you’re the law, you’re probably right,” He takes a step back and smirks.

"Can’t you just call for back up or something?" Nicholas asks. "I would prefer not to. As you can plainly see, I’m not the best at convincing people I’m not guilty."

[ru-moreau]

His smirk is disarming, but Ru has long ago gotten over dark eyes and pretty smiles. Still. "Make that number two on things I don't hear admitted every day," she says, pulling out her phone. "It doesn't really work like that but...yeah, just..." She suddenly feels very tired, and she pulls the collar of her coat up around her neck before shifting the majority of her weight to one leg, subconsciously restless. "Just go. If you're still around when anyone shows up, they'll pull you in for questioning. And next time...don't make a next time, alright?"

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[tricksternicholas]

Techically, I said ‘move’ not ‘hide’. Huuge difference. One is keeping the streets clean and one is a criminal act which I have never done in my life.

…no. Except with cops. Which you are.

[ru-moreau]

"...Technically, both are criminal acts. Contaminating possible evidence. But I say tomato," -she stops and runs a hand through her hair before continuing. "Yeah. Never. Alright."

"A cop," she says, frowning down at her shoes, "Which I am." Something about his general distrust towards her 'cop status' rankles Ru, even after years of it being a common occurrence from everyone and their cat, but she tries not to let it show. Still, she mutters "pigeonholing" under her breath before straightening up, voice crisp. "So who's going to call? You or I?"

[ru-moreau]

Mitsuru stepped into Tarturas with a flurry, the wind from outside ruffling her hair and jacket as she sniffled in the entryway. It was late, late enough for the bar to be in full swing, but prime time to catch a drink without too many people noticing her; with her job and her abilities to boot, she got more than enough side glances to last a week just by stepping in the door, but no one outright glared, and that was good enough for her. She stepped up to the bar, shrugging out of her peacoat and trying to decide what to order when she felt a shift behind her, a feeling on the nape of her neck. She stiffened momentarily, waiting to be accosted.

[sleazyseeker]

Evan didn’t know how to react, this was certainly the most determined approach toward him today, “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you!” He said, confused as to how he was found, “Ugh, sorry that sounded creepy didn’t it? I’m sorry, I’m a photographer. I wanted to take some photos of residents in their daily lives for a project I’m working on.” He falsely explained.

[ru-moreau]

"Without my consent or previous foreknowledge?" she asks coolly, not buying it for a moment, "Look, kid, I'm a police officer for Sangren PD," -she flips out her wallet, showing her badge and ID for long enough that he can read it- "Under the law, I can't keep you from photographing me on duty because I'm a public servant." There's a pregnant pause that descends on them as she flips her wallet closed and back into her peacoat's inner pocket, her eyes fixing him with a look. "I'm off duty, and since I've never talked to you before or in uniform, you obviously haven't the faintest who I am. Which means your pictures, realistically, are criminal, and you've put me in an uncomfortable, unsolicited position. Now," she says, voice never loosing it's brisk edge, "who else have you photographed today?"

[sleazyseeker]

"Alright, time to snap some more pics…" Evan spoke to himself, looking around for someone to snap a photo of. The photo he’d taken of the one man with glowing eyes proved his assumption that something was off about the town, and now, he found his next target. He quickly snapped a few photos of the person, hoping they wouldn’t catch him.

[ru-moreau]

Mitsuru had been riffling through some of the bags in the back of her Wrangler when her ears perked. Over the soft bustle of the street down the road from the PD, past the soft twitter of birds and the wind ,she heard a rather...cautious 'tack-tack' sound of a shutter snapping closed, then open.  A camera, she realized, lifting her head to stare through the car's front windshield at the treeline far off, a professional camera. She was no keen predator, not like some of the others, but she was still a witch, and a witch had her tricks. A witch that was also a detective had double the amount. One learned to listen to the world, and allow the world to listen back. In silence, nothing was as clear as something that was not supposed to be there. Tack-tack. She straightens, and looks over her shoulder to the left, brown eyes shaded in the afternoon light. Tack-tack. She feels her hackles rise as she spots the glare of the lens, the lens directed at her.

'Who the hell'- Tack-tack

She violently shuts the hatch on her car, making her way over to the shadow in the alley way, her nerves on edge as she gets nearer and-

"What are you doing?"

[frederickchiltoon]

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[johnnyarcos]

She’s not like a normal cat. She’s a cool cat.

[ru-moreau]

Uh...huh. *smirks* A cool cat, hm? And what makes her so cool?