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Post by Kail on Dec 3, 2013 2:05:20 GMT -8
Eko sat pensively at the bar of the little pub on 3rd avenue, tapping a pen to the jukebox provided beat of "Perhaps vampires is a bit strong, But..." against the brass rail of the bar as he read a file as thick as a 3,or maybe even 5 subject notebook. Between rounds of rum and coke and the opportunity to ogle the bartender's short skirt as she turned around to pour him another drink, he wondered how he was ever going to crack this case. Exacerbated, he finished his drink and looked at the bartender. "I'll be right back. going to have a smoke." He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, zipping it up so that just the "N" of his black Rancid T-shirt was showing, and started for the door. As he exited the bar, he jumped atop its awning and lit a cigarette, then sat down, dangling his legs over the edge lazily as he looked around at the crowds across the street in St. Mark's place. He sighed, watching the smoke from his cigarette dance and flutter in the breeze as it disappeared into the perpetual pink haze of the city lights. "Well, Now you've done it."
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Post by Aleksandra Volkov on Dec 5, 2013 23:11:05 GMT -8
Aleksandra looked around the busy city streets. Noticing her subject of interest sitting atop the awning of a bar, the woman wandered around back, jumping up onto the roof in a fluid motion. Coming to stand above him, she looked down, the hood hiding her eyes. Shoving her hands in the pockets of her sleeveless trench coat, Aleksandra stood over the other man, glancing down. "A fine night, isn't it?" she inquired softly, the soviet accent distorting her speech ever so slightly.
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Post by Kail on Dec 6, 2013 2:32:09 GMT -8
He looked down at aleksandra with a smirk. "Yeah, it's gorgeous. No Eldritch abominations coming down fifth avenue,the mob hasn't burned down any orphanages...that i know of..." he trailed off for a second. "no elder gods awakening and burning down bay ridge, it's a pretty decent day." as he took a drag of his cigarette, he looked out amongst the crowd, then brought his focus back to her gaze, and asked "What brings you to new york?"
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Post by Aleksandra Volkov on Dec 6, 2013 15:05:24 GMT -8
Aleksandra shrugs, looking at the expanse of lights, "Who knows? I just enjoy watching the lights, the mindless masses." She chuckles slightly and lights a cigarette of her own. "It looks like you're having a difficult time with that case of yours. What's it about?"
She hops down and sits on the edge of the roof, her feet resting on the awning. Alyx props her elbows up on her knees, her chin resting on one palm.
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Post by Kail on Dec 7, 2013 9:33:32 GMT -8
"I got a call at about 3:30 this morning from a repeat customer." He stopped to take a drag from his cigarette. "a VIP who asked me to keep an eye on his wife a while back. this morning, the hypocritical bastard comes home from a meeting with a madame he met on backpage, and finds his daughters missing. after NYPD wrapped up and assumed they'd left of their own volition, he called me." he took a drag of his cigarette and pulled a rolled up napkin out of his pocket. "The whole thing smells funky, i mean, literally. the bedrooms, slash crime scene smelled off. like someone was trying to mask a pheremone or something. and the carpet looked wrong too. too random. The wear patterns in carpet tell me a lot about how people live. His eldest, jen, used to sneak the occasional blunt next to the bedroom window, and his youngest, who has some kind of hindi name i can't prounounce correctly, puts a lot of pressure on her right heel." he took another drag of his cigarette. "But the biggest clue is this, which i found under jen's bed." he unrolled the napkin and handed it to her carefully, cupping the contents in his palm. a five inch long sliver of wood, apparently sharpened to a point by sticking it into a pencil sharpener, and soaked in blood. "I've found some odd shit under people's beds in the courses of investigations, but this is particularly worrying. there's no spatter, drag marks, or any other indicator of a struggle in either of the bedrooms, and this prison shank doesn't smell like human blood." he dropped his cigarette butt into a passing pedestrian's lidless cup of starbucks, then nudged alyx. "hey, 5 bucks says he drinks it"
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Post by Aleksandra Volkov on Dec 7, 2013 9:57:02 GMT -8
Raising an eyebrow she took the piece of wood in between her fingers, gingerly holding it away from herself. "I do not bet, however, I believe you are probably right," she shrugged slightly. After a moment's pause, she pulled out her lighter, and lit the stake on fire. "It's vampyre blood. He was paralyzed with the stake. I would hypothesize he took the girls as a means to feed and recover. He's young as well." Alyx paused slightly, "Don't worry about the stake. We won't need it. I have his scent, we should be able to track him from the house."
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Post by Kail on Dec 7, 2013 10:22:16 GMT -8
"I am betting, or at the very least..." he stopped and watched the man drink more than a mouthful of the coffee. "Gah!" he winced. "I am betting he tried to cover his scent in the house to throw me off. if that's so, this may be a trap." he hopped down off the awning. "I'm gonna get another round and pay my tab. Then we go to work."
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Post by Aleksandra Volkov on Dec 11, 2013 12:42:16 GMT -8
"Traps are always fun. Of course, he could expect you to reach that conclusion, and could have taken measures that neither you nor I expect." Alyx shrugs as she watches him wander back inside, leaping over to the other building. Pulling what appeared to be a black military style face mask to her face from around her neck, she checked her gear: two revolvers, each set in a holster on either thigh, knives hidden on her person. She wore black combat boots and combat pants, a fitted 3/4 sleeve shirt underlaying a leather sleeveless trench coat. She sported leather bracers on her wrists and fingerless gloves on her hands. Rolling her shoulders and neck, Aleksandra waited until the coast was clear until she jumped down to the street.
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Post by Kail on Dec 23, 2013 21:00:14 GMT -8
He smiled and scanned the neighborhood. "We've got time yet. when the clubs open later tonight, i can talk to some friends." he jumped down from the awning onto a passing taxi cab and then strolled into the bar,stopping to stick his head out the door and yelled down the street. "In the mean time, i'll be pregaming.We've got three hours or so before they open up and i hate going to bloodsucker clubs sober and hungry."
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Post by Aleksandra Volkov on Dec 26, 2013 21:44:15 GMT -8
"I suggest we start here," she takes a folded piece of paper out of her jacket pocket and hands it to him, "Meet me here three hours on the dot. Or I start all the fun without you," she chuckles softly and links her fingers behind her head. "Oh, and I would suggest cash to get in, can't have you woozy from blood loss if we get into a fight."
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