Post by Hunter O'Neil on Feb 24, 2011 19:59:49 GMT -5
Sometimes, it just didn’t pay to get out of bed in the morning.
And it was even worse for a guy, if he was determined to keep a sunny disposition around his head. Yeesh. The world was just a friggin crazy place.
“What do ya have for me, Donny?” The younger officer standing in front of the yellow caution tape jumped a foot, his thin hand flying to the butt of his gun. Blinking as he realized who he was talking to, his face relaxed and stance straightened.
Right out of the academy, this one was.
“Got a murder, Detective O’Neil.” The kid replied, blinking sleepy brown eyes at the crime scene in front of them.
Well…duh. Anyone standing in front of a practically burned out building would think of ‘murder’. But wait for it, the kid just needed a bit of steam…
“I was the first on the scene. There’d been reports of fighting and gunshots, so my partner and I headed over; we were the closest to the apartment.” The officer went on, running a hand through his hair. Said ‘partner’ was nowhere to be seen; probably off playing ‘secure the scene’ with the other greens. “When we got here, the place was smoking, and there was a…body lying facedown in the alley.” Shuffling a few steps, he nodded at the burned out lawn. Tobias Drone, the local medical examiner, was squatting down next to it doing his thing, while a gaggle of onlookers took pictures, straining against the restricting hands.
It always disgusted him; the morbid curiosity that people had. They craved violence, loved the rush of adrenaline and the pounding of blood in their ears…
Until it was their blood pouring out of various wounds, or staining their faces, seeping into their mouths to slide horribly down their parched throats. Then it was an abomination.
Standing a bit to the side with the younger officer, Detective Hunter O’Neil took a sip of his coffee while he gazed absently at the tourists taking pictures, the curious children inching their way forward under the yellow tape, the reporters chomping at their collective bits while they smiled and preened at their cameras. Not even the park next to the crime scene seemed to distract the gawkers too much. But that was tourists for you; never distracted by the ordinary.
Standing at a moderate height and nondescript build, the detective really wasn’t much to see. Evidence of morning shadow brushed across his cheeks and chin, his hair was a messy brown pile on the top of his head, and his clothes were a bit rumpled from being slept in two days in a row- cliché, thy name is Hunter.
“Why don’t you go help Reynolds keep the crowd at bay?” He said to the young officer- ‘young’. Ha. The guy was probably just a year younger than he was- sliding a cigarette into his mouth with one smooth twist. He had a feeling that he’d need it. Without waiting for an answer, he moved forward, those dark eyes looking down at the body of his latest vic; his latest obsession.
Jenny Myers; pretty, hopeful, and covered in blood.
She was only 8 years old.
What a fucking waste.
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Inspiration Thousand Foot Krutch/Taio Cruz
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Notes Feel free to be a bystander, a witness or someone Hunter might know; I'm thinking this' gonna be a fun thread, not something drama-plot-like. ^^
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