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Post by Elli on Jul 20, 2009 21:20:42 GMT -6
((*nods* Yeah that'll work *smiles*))
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Post by Daeiel on Jul 20, 2009 21:34:04 GMT -6
((All righty then, Ms. Helpy Helperton!!!
....Oh, Ace Ventura. What would we do without you?))
The door on the small cafe was rudely awakened, sending shrill tones jingling throughout the shadowed street.
Drummer and Gilbert, both looking as confused as was thought to be humanly possible, went up to the bar, ordered to steaming cups of coffee, and sat down in a remote booth.
"It makes no blasted sense," said Gilbert, using sugar enough to count as an offense against nature.
"No, you're right, Gilbert, it doesn't." By this phrase, one who knew Drummer well enough could tell that he was upset. The lesser officer never admitted that the Inspector was right, usually he tried to make himself look the smarter by expanding on the Inspector's proposition, or denounce the Inspector as being utterly wrong, which, of course, never happened either.
"That her file would be missing on both the online data-base or whatever the dratted thing's called, and the paper copy? It just doesn't add up."
"No, it doesn't."
"Someone must be tampering with something," accused Gilbert, albeit softly, as he added yet more sugar to his coffee. "You and I both know the woman's dead, we both saw the body."
"Right."
"But the autopsists haven't made a report? They're never that careless..."
"No, you're right, they're not."
"Someone must not want us finding Ms. Thickets' file."
Now Drummer returned to himself, raising an eyebrow at his superior associate. "That's a bit of a claim there, Gilbert. How do you know?"
"Because all the things that could have made it a simple mistake have been accounted for; they never happen. Since those have all been ticked off, it's only a matter of logic."
"Logic, you say?"
"Yes, logic. You know, powers of observation, deduction, perception, common sense?"
"The sarcasm is not appreciated, Gilbert."
Gilbert cracked a half-hearted smile, sipped his coffee, and replied, "I know. But it gives me something to do, Drummer. And you're just too much of an easy target."
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Post by Hayleigh on Jul 28, 2009 12:37:02 GMT -6
((Elli it is your turn to reply))
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Post by Elli on Jul 30, 2009 20:21:52 GMT -6
Aidan looked at Viola and smiled, "looking at it... we kinda resemble Encyclopedia Brown and Sally, right?" He waited to see if she agreed when two guys walked into the cafe. Both looked stressed over something... something that he didn't think was as frugal as a missing car.
He motioned at them with his eyes to Viola, "I wonder what's under their skin..." ------------------- Kern stood up, nothing new to work on, he didn't know what he should do. He looked around and then shook his head. "Where is that woman?"
Not waiting he started back down to autopsy. He walked through the door noting he didn't see the man he was looking for. "Hello?"
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Post by Daeiel on Jul 31, 2009 10:34:55 GMT -6
From the darkness, almost as suddenly as a flash of lightning, emerged Timothy Cimmerian.
"Hello, there," replied the young autopsy scientist, "Anything I can do for you?" -----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Hmm...this coffee's good..."
"Should be. I think you emptied half the world's supply of sugar just into that one cup...."
Gilbert smiled, took another long draught, and winked at his comrade. "If it keeps me awake and somewhat calm, I see no reason not to do it."
"How about consideration of others, Gilbert."
"If you want sugar, there's plenty still up at the front counter."
Drummer sighed, cracking a small smile, before shaking his head. "Seriously now, Gilbert, you really think someone's tampering with the files?"
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "I thought we covered this, Drummer. Every other possibility has been accounted for! There's really nothing more to assume than someone's gone and messed it up!"
"If you say so..." Drummer was forever suspicious of his far more reputed counterpart.
"I do, Drummer. I do..." ----------------------------------------------------------
Mr. Merdle's dead body lay encased in white sheets, ethereally flapping in the unknown breeze. Shadows danced around the sight, dipping in and out of the folds of the ghostly white as the mysterious breeze shifted the cloth.
Mr. Merdle was dead as a doornail, with no mark showing why.
His wife, who was some years younger than the deceased and a far cry more pleasing to look at, sat in the police office's waiting room, a handkerchief to her eyes, makeup running down her face in somber streaks.
Her reflection in the window stood, though its caster sat, and gently lifted a hand to comfort her.
Her shadow skulked in the corner and gave a little chuckle, all to its own devices.
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Post by Hayleigh on Jul 31, 2009 22:16:40 GMT -6
Viola giggled and nodded at Aidan's statement. She started looking at the names of the files they copied down.
The two men Aidan pointed out did look stressful. "They must be working really hard at something."She watched them a little trying to figure out what job they might be doing, but she quickly averted her eyes back to the files.
It was bugging her that she was having troubles hacking in through the computers in the first place. "Something is weird about this. The last case we hacked in through, I never had problems getting into the files. How come this time it took me forever. And then we only had so much time to copy all of the info down. It's really bugging me."
She watched Aidan as she spoke trying not to look back at the guys drinking their coffee, getting rid of some of their stress.
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Post by Elli on Aug 20, 2009 19:12:18 GMT -6
Aidan took a drink before shrugging. "Maybe they got someone new playing for their side. There's really no way to figure that out though. Unless you could hack into the employee database to figure that out?" He raised his eyebrow questioningly. That could very well be the reason why. -------- Kern jumped at the voice. "Shit!" He looked at the owner of the voice, "sorry, didn't notice you there... it seems to just get creepier and creepier each time I go down here." He looked around the room, leaning forward a bit to see if his secretary was present.
"Have you seen my secretary? A Miss Havens? She seems to have disappeared from her station."
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Post by Hayleigh on Aug 21, 2009 22:13:05 GMT -6
Viola stared at Aidan. After thinking it through for a bit, she sighed. "I honestly don't know if I can," she answered with doubt. "I mean, someone else has to be monitoring the systems. Otherwise, we would have printed off full reports in front of us right now instead of stupid hand written copies that we don't know much about."
((AHHH! I'm having writers block right now!))
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Post by Elli on Aug 25, 2009 18:12:55 GMT -6
((Sucks!))
Aidan sighed ((don't even Hay)), it was just like them to be left in the dark. "So we know that there is a highly intelligent computer ace who can stop you from accessing the files for as long as we want or printing them. He also knows that we probably have at least one case file, but we have all of them. So we have the upper hand?"
He paused for a second before adding. "Or she for that matter... we can't rule anything out." ((*waits for Daeiel*))
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Post by Daeiel on Aug 25, 2009 20:43:00 GMT -6
"Morgues have a way of doing that, don't they?" A smile crept across Timothy Cimmerian's face, his body now resting nonchalantly against the door jam to the inner autopsy chamber, the sanitized area. "And, no sir, if you're looking for your secretary, unless she's dead, she wouldn't be here. None but that Inspector and his little cronie have been here since, oh, hours ago, I'd say." ((Short, I know, but Drummer, Gilbert, and Dan told me they didn't want to do anything for a little bit... ))
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Post by Elli on Aug 25, 2009 21:10:04 GMT -6
Kern sighed and shook his head. "I just can't seem to find her." He looked around the room. "Well do you happen to have any new case files?"
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Post by Hayleigh on Aug 25, 2009 21:30:20 GMT -6
((I cant stop laughing! Elli i probably wouldnt have notices that but since you have reminded me! "CAYDEN SIGHED!"))
Viola thought about Aidan's conclusion. "Well I guess you could say that, but he also has an upper hand. He can defineltly monitor what we are doing which means he or she has access to the files. So everything they are seeing is stuff we can't see. That means there must be something there that this person doesn't want us to see."
She took a drink of her coffee which was almost gone. The drink had gotten a little cold since her last sip. Viola didn't know what to think. Her head hurt.
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Post by Daeiel on Aug 26, 2009 7:18:00 GMT -6
"Just tell me who you're looking for, sir, and I'll see what I can do."
Timothy cracked an easy-going smile, his dark eyes crackling with misplaced energy. "I'm not a replacement secretary, sir. I test corpses to see how they died; I don't run book-errands for officers of another department, though, this time, I suppose I can make an exception." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gilbert downed the last of his coffee, noticing the thick, somewhat translucent syrup at the bottom, reminding him of how much sweeter his coffee could have been. "Blast...."
"What?" Drummer wasn't nearly done with his coffee; the liquid had ceased steaming some time ago.
"Forgot to stir in my sugar." Louis presented the mug to his colleague, a somewhat forlorn expression (mock, of course) crossing his face.
"Your teeth are going to rot straight out of your head, Gilbert."
"We're British, Drummer. It's an unwritten law for us to have dreadful teeth."
"True enough," responded Max, a small fragment of a smile hinting about his mouth.
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Post by Elli on Aug 26, 2009 15:08:12 GMT -6
Kern shook his head, "well I was just looking for the latest files of the serial murders. I was under the impression that we got some new ones." He smiled at Timothy. "I am so thankful for this. I don't know where she went." -------- Aidan's eyes skimmed some of the papers. "So that means that all we have to do is find out what was being hidden....." He stopped abruptly and raised his hands in the air, and then resting them on his temples. "So we only saw what they wanted us to see!" He cried out in dispair, and then dropped his voice back down.
"That means we're almost in the same spot as we were before we got these 'autopsies'". He did air quotes around the word autopsies.
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Post by Daeiel on Aug 26, 2009 16:22:17 GMT -6
"Serial murders?"
Timothy Cimmerian cocked his head to the side, one thin-fingered hand running through his dark hair. "I'm not sure I know of any serial murders. Hmmm..."
He pursed his lips, turning about to check the most recent case files. "Let's see....hmmm...we have an unconfirmed suicide, a public shooting, a confirmed suicide, and a spousal murder...." A hand reached up and fiddled with his glasses as he shrugged and turned back to the officer. "I don't see any serial murders..though I suppose you could check with the Inspectors assigned to these cases. Gilbert's one of them, and the other's.....oh, damn, I forgot..."
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Post by Elli on Aug 26, 2009 19:39:51 GMT -6
Kern nodded and looked at the files. "Well could I look over those files? I don't want to rule anything out." He looked for a moment before looking at Timothy.
"Do you happen to know where Inspector Gilbert went?"
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Post by Hayleigh on Aug 26, 2009 21:21:54 GMT -6
Viola rolled her eyes. "I thought you might have figured that already since it took us forever to get in in the first place. I don't really know how much more we can do. I can try to hack in some more and see if i can get around some more blocks. We might end up seeing something that slips through by accident."
A thought popped into her head. "Come on, Aidan. Let's head back to the apartment." She jumped up in such a hurry and started dragging Aidan that she lost her balance and tripped by the table with those two men. Most of the papers slipped out of her hands. Viola started picking them up as fast as she could. "Sorry," she said hoping that they didn't see what was on the papers.
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Post by Elli on Aug 26, 2009 21:25:19 GMT -6
Aidan hurriedly tried to sweep all of their papers up. He thought he saw a tell-tale bulge of an issued gun for the department but he wasn't sure. All he knew was that it would be bad if anyone but Viola and himself saw the autopsies. "Sorry!"
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Post by Daeiel on Aug 26, 2009 22:25:20 GMT -6
"I'm not entirely sure...he might be in the pub, or just getting some coffee, but I think he's about to be off-duty entirely. Perhaps you could check with him in the morning?" Timothy let out a short, forced laugh, continuing with, "I-I don't know what your schedule's like in the mornings; maybe you could catch him then and snag a word or two?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Sorry for what?" wondered Gilbert out loud.
Drummer mentally took note that Gilbert had a way of wondering out loud, which, of course, practically everyone at the Scotland Yard knew. It was why he was so brilliantly successful; generally what he wondered aloud was right on the money.
"Juggling papers? You really needn't be sorry for such a silly thing as that." He cracked an easy smile, his smiles were nearly always easy, before going on. "Just keep paying for the juggling lessons, and I'm sure you'll be an expert in no time flat."
One finger tapped the bridge of his nose as he winked, all in the best humour, of course.
Drummer rolled his eyes at his colleagye's easy-going, incessantly charming, brilliantly perceptive, borderline genius ways, choosing instead to glance down at the youths' frantically collected documents.
They were horrible copies of fake autopsies, scribbled on in pencil, the quality too ill to make out; over all, it was a bad show.
Must be for a report or something....I hope their teachers give them very low marks for such a sloppy presentation....
And that was that. Drummer was not nearly as perceptive as he'd like to think he was.
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Post by Elli on Aug 27, 2009 14:48:07 GMT -6
Cayden smiled at the two gentlemen, obviously they hadn't noticed anything. Maybe it was better that they hadn't gotten the actual autopsies. "I am sorry about interrupting your coffee. We're were just about to go back home for some research."
He subtly nudged Viola with his elbow so that she would hopefully play along.
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