Blood and Gravel ( Discord and Downfall347)
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				Title: <strong>Blood and Gravel ( Discord and Downfall347)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 03:58:06</strong>
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				Jessie stared down at the body. A familiar body as lights from cameras flashed in the corner of her eyes. The coroner had already came by to examine the body form here the would place it in a bag and ship it off to perform an autopsy.<br><br>"I can't believe this...Evan.."<br><br><br>Evan was a childhood friend of hers. They had went to most of grade school together, but he had dropped out of highschool on the account of mixing in with the wrong crowd. She had lost touch with him for almost a year and to see his corpse, tongueless and rid with trash nearly caused her choke. She turned away.<br><br>"We can get someone else in on this case..." Said her Chief officer Rembrandt.<br>"No.. I can handle it..I'm fine really" She said to reassure him. Walking away she crossed under the yellow tape and called several officers. " I want the names of any possibly witness. I don't care if their bums or drug lords...get the people around here to. Knock on their doors and ask questions. I want leads." She said as the officers nodded and went right to work.<br><br>Jessie was the head homicide detective in the 6th district in the worst part of an already bad city. She had also been the youngest and noone gave her slack because she was a woman, but she would prove to them just hoe good she could be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Gravel ( Discord and Downfall347)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 04:13:36</strong>
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				A dumpster, a corpse, a scene meant to send a message, a message recieved all too clearly the night it was made. In bits and flashes he remembered, those men, Evan, Evan was screaming. The knife, his tongue, jesus they cut out his fucking tongue. Confusion, falling up, the man in red, his smile was too wide. His mind spun, a fist, his nose exploding in pain and his world spinning. Nothing is making sense, colors, too many of them, blending, flying, his eyes hurt, god how tired he was. His ribs, he felt something hit them, oh god what was happening. The Ruby, the Ruby did this. Another rush of color, he heard laughing, a knife, blood, so much blood. Evan's body, why, why did it have to work out like this, it was just a deal, just a stupid fucking deal.<br><br>He awoke with a start, his eyes scanning his small, dust smothered apartment, his fan twirling lazily in the incoming breeze from the open window. Shit, what time was it? Eleven? Twelve? His head hurt, did last night? No, no it was a dream, just some horrible dream. He shook his head, sitting up and holding the sides of his temples, his feet sliding out from under the sheets onto the floor. "No way, it wasn't real kid, it just wasn't real," He whispered to himself, shaking his head. <br><br>One thing was true, his head still hurt. "Must of drunk too much last night," He whispered, standing and heading towards the bathroom, yeah, that was it, he just must of gotten drunk and passed out. Evan didn't get his tongue cut out, shit like that just doesn't go down, even in a city like this, a city of lies and devils, where saints are as much slaves to sin as the rest of us poor fucks. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got in the shower, when he stepped out, everything would be ok. <br><br>In a dumpster across town, a beat cop checked the ground underneath a dumpster, the smell of death was on his hands. He saw something, a glint of white paper. He reached in, a library card, an address, and a name... Graysmith, Harold Graysmith. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Gravel ( Discord and Downfall347)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 05:00:16</strong>
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				The cop called over to Jessie. "Hey detective Lance I think we got something here!" He said looking at the card in his gloved hand. Jessie came right over and took the object from his hand. "Ok ..so we have a Mr. Goldsmith, Harold Goldsmith. Ok find him and bring him in for questioning.." She said. Jessie silently hoped this would be a lead. " Ok let's move out.."She told several officers who got right to work. It was chilly autumn nigth, the smell of death wouldn't be to strong as it would be in the summer or in the spring, but in the neighborhood there was no telling.<br><br>She walked over to her car and closed the door, but she didn't drive off just yet. Her thoughts went to Evan. Of all people why him? She remembered him as that skinny punk kid who would always put a best foot forward into the silly plans he would come up with to&nbsp; occupy their time. He was good friend to her and now just like that he was gone. She sighed and stuck her key in the ignition and drove off towards the police department.<br><br>And hour later two officers showed up at Harold's residence. One knocked on the door and waited. "Mr. Goldsmith..this is SYPD could you open up sir?" He asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Gravel ( Discord and Downfall347)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 06:21:42</strong>
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				A shower and a cup of coffee had done little to help his headache, or the lingering memories of his dream. It still got to him, how real it had seemed while still seeming like a bad drug trip the whole time. Who knew, maybe thats what it was. Of course that wasn't made any better by Evan not answering his damn phone. That kid, good heart but a bit flighty. Howard always told him he needed to take things a bit more seriously, maybe not sleep till three every damn day. Still, he was worried.<br><br>Then the knock came, followed by the last words anyone who runs 'errands' for the mafia ever wants to hear. Cops. Instantly he went into panic mode, snatching the pistol off his night stand and shoving it into a drawer. He lived simple, and liked to keep the least amount of legal goods as he could. The gun was the exception, a product of necessity.<br><br>Carefully, with a quick smoothing of his hair he opened the door. "It's Graysmith," He said, smiling at the cops, charming and friendly as ever. "What seems to be the problem officer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Gravel ( Discord and Downfall347)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 06:39:14</strong>
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				(( Lol, best line ever!))<br><br>"Good evening..we would like to ask you some questions. We found your i.d. at a crime scene and we would like to bring you in for questioning" Said the shorter policeman. The taller just stood there with his arms folded chewing like a horse at his gum. He gave Harold a dirty look, like he knew was no good.<br><br>Meanwhile back at the police department Jessie sat at her desk. She was waiting for them to show up with this Harold Goldsmith character. Wondering what possible connection this man had with Evan. She went to her desk and pulled out a picture of her and Evan when on their first day of highschool. He was still cheeky back then , but very skinny. That was the year he had forwn at lease three inches. He wore a white shore and tattered jeans with his favorite paid of black books with the symbol 'X' stitched on the side. She looked to herself only a few years ago. Her hair was much longer, down to her waist, but now it stopped to her mid-back. She wore a pink shirt and blue jean short with white sneakers. They were posing in front of his garage right before they got ready to walk to school. Back then crime wasn't so bad, a kid could actually walk down the street with so much less than a bully to worry about. but nothing was the same anymore.
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