<div align="center"><strong>If interesting in joining, please view this thread: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.0)</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1208.photobucket.com/albums/cc367/sairif/green-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Ahri Latour<br/><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Ordinary Human (High School student, aspiring Detective)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Latour household -&gt; Cafe<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day one, Afternoon to dusk<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open</div><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Ahri Latour ignored the ringing phone knowing exactly who it was. Leaning over her father's desk, she sifted through his files of ongoing cases.<br/><br/>"You've reached the Latour family," called the answering machine, "if you are looking for Detective Kurt Latour, please contact my office. If not, leave your name and number after the tone," a simple beep followed. Ahri lifted her head to gaze through the doorway and into the kitchen where the phone hung upon the wall.<br/><br/>"Afternoon, Mr. Latour. As our records state, your daughter, Ahri, has missed another day of school," Ahri returned her attention to the cases again, wondering if the administration of Baker High School was annoyed with the answering machine of the Latour house hold as they listened to it several days a week, "Just a friendly reminder that students of Baker High School are to attend every day unless excused with a parent's permission and that we have not received. For a long time, Mr. Latour. Regardless, just so you are aware your daughter has missed another day of school, reaching an astounding fifty-two days this year alone. Today is the third day this week, Mr. Latour. Please keep your daughter in check, as education is very beneficial for a young woman's future! Thank you for your time."<br/><br/>Ahri picked up a random folder from the center of the pile, unable to choose between the cases as she began her way to the answering machine. Pressing the message button, the phone began to repeat the message and once it was done, Ahri deleted the message as she always did.<br/><br/>"Sorry dad," Ahri whispered as she slid on sneakers and grabbed her purse off the coat hanger behind the front door. Being slightly warm, but chilly the past few days, she grabbed a light jacket and threw it over the elbow of her arm. Swinging open the door, Ahri stepped outside and made sure lock it behind her. Glancing to the left and the right, scanning for any suspicious signs, Ahri found everything to be normal or about there.<br/><br/>Opening the file, Ahri stepped onto the sidewalk and began to travel north. She stopped a few feet as her eyes gazed over the word<em>murder</em>. Never before had Ahri solved any case bigger than a small stolen item. Taking a deep breath, Ahri closed the folder and continued. If she wished to be a detective like her father, which she did, then Ahri had to start with cases like these at some point.<br/><br/>Stopping at a small cafe, Ahri ordered a small mocha before taking a seat in the corner with her back to the wall. Bringing the warm drink to her lips she laid the folder on the desk and began to sift through the papers.<br/><br/>The victim was a certain Harrison Bronk, 25. He wasn't a very big man, reaching a height of only 5'10 and a weight of 156 pounds. Was last seen near his home three days before bringing in groceries. His death went undetected as Mr. Bronk was a more quiet and reserved man, but if he was to leave it was rumored Mr. Bronk loved sex and visited the whore house, Sygen a few times a week. Other notes included he was allergic to assorted nuts and cats. The cause of death was mysteriously a loss of blood, but with little damage done to the body. No internal damage, nor bruises upon the body. Simply two small puncture wounds at the neck.<br/><br/>Ahri furrowed her brow and swallowed the last of the mocha. As she placed the cup down upon the table a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips with the thought of a vampire. Could she be on the lead of a crazy man or woman that wished to be like the mythical being of a vampire? How interesting, she thought, but the smile was erased with a slight uneasiness in her stomach. Someone had died. Had been murdered. And Ahri was going out alone now to find this killer and bring them to justice.<br/><br/>Closing the case file and neatly putting it into her purse, her fingers ran over the pepper spray, handcuffs and cell phone. These were her her line of defense and for a single second, Ahri wondered if she should return home and just stick with the simple cases.<br/><br/>Exiting the cafe, Ahri thought otherwise and began her way to Mr. Bronk's home as dusk was beginning to settle.