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call me Andi
she/her
21 YEARS OLD
November
1
Scorpio
San Francisco, California
Pansexual
Con Artist/Spy
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ANDROMEDA BLAKE
no one wants to see the way society keeps spreading the disease.
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It wasn't the first time that Andi found herself in an interrogation room, but boy did she wish it was the last. The cops seemed to have an interesting habit of letting their interrogees wait--and Andi hated waiting. Her fingers found escape atop the surface of the wooden table, tapping an unrecognizable beat while her feet began to do the same with the floor. She was yet to figure out why she'd been taken in for questioning, but she knew had to guess fast and prepare.[break][break]
As long as you don't admit the cons, you're good.[break][break]
Probably.[break][break]
She had an inkling in her mind that it probably involved her recent...working spree--albeit she wasn't sure why she had to be taken in for that. Sure, she did pretend to be an employee of various establishments but that was basically it--she didn't get paid, she didn't tarnish any establishment's name, heck it all only lasted for a day. As far as she knew, there was nothing illegal about what she did, simply something...unconventional.[break][break]
Right? Right.[break][break]
(she was, truth be told, unsure of her answer)[break][break]
The sudden creak of the door snapped Andi out of her thoughts, her head immediately whipping towards the direction of the sound as two figures entered, their heights immensely contrasting one another that it almost made Andi chuckle. Finally, a quick feeling of relief washed over her before realizing that she shouldn't exactly be relieved. She was in an interrogation room, for crying out loud! Which meant she was caught doing something.[break][break]
She kept herself silent as the two entered, waiting for them to speak first.
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call me Letty
She/Her
34 YEARS OLD
April
24
Taurus
Esperanza, Argentina
Heterosexual
SWAT Officer
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LETICIA P. BUENAVENTURA
If voting made any difference they wouldn't let us do it.
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Leticia Buenaventura was not used to occupying this side of the interrogation room. Then again, the last time she'd found herself in one of these nondescript grey-walled rooms was thirteen odd years ago in Brooklyn. Mason was the one who regularly conducted these interrogations, not her - the blonde officer's job was typically to apprehend the suspects, not ask them questions after the fact.[break][break]
That said, this was a special case - given the blonde woman and her ebony-haired colleague had first-hand experience with the Reaper case back during their days in the NYPD, it was generally accepted that, if the Rutherford case was indeed connected to it, these two would be the ones to handle it.[break][break]
This particular suspect was a young woman by the supposed name of 'Rom', if the dossier through which Leticia perused was any indicator. Slim, sharp-faced, with deep violet hair tied up in a neat high ponytail. Only 21 years of age, as well - practically a kid. She reminded her of that Organized Crime Division kid back in Brooklyn, all things considered.[break][break]
"Wonder how she's doing." She muttered to herself under her breath as she sat outside the interrogation room waiting for the ever-tardy Mason Hollis to join her. Rather than her usual far-too-casual attire, IA had told her to wear at least marginally professional-looking attire for this, and so, with great reluctance, she now wore a black vest atop a white dress shirt and black straight-leg dress pants, a red tie around her collar and a pair of shades upon her nose.[break][break]
She felt like an extra in a Tony Scott film, truth be told; the shades looked absurdly over-sized on her small face, and her demeanor was reminiscent moreso of an impatient teenager rather than a police interrogator.[break][break]
Eventually he arrived, and the pair shuffled into the interrogation room, seating themselves across from the young woman, the younger officer slouching down in her seat with one elbow around the back of the chair. She remained silent, giving only a small nod of acknowledgement and allowing her colleague to speak first.
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call me Mace
He, Him, His
34 YEARS OLD
May
20
Taurus
Stockton, CA
Heterosexual
Detective
TAG WITH @mace
Mason O. Hollis
Qui Custodiet Pso Custodes.
Insight Through Inquiry. A little bird once told me... |
They say that the hardest thing about being in an interrogation room is how utterly dehumanizing it can be. The bright glow of harsh actinic light, the looming presence of a CCTV camera in the corner of an austere, spartan environment, the smoke-colored, bulletproof one way window where officers stood on the other side as if staring at a particularly peculiar exhibit, watching. Judging.
Mason had been in enough interrogation rooms to know it was true.
He'd seen the uncomfortable squirming motions of the Ba'athists in Abu Ghraib, the nervous fidget of an unnerved gang member blinded by the lamps back in Brooklyn. There was a part of his career that could pretty much be summed up as "going through the motions", but there was no such thing as a sense of normalcy when it came to this aspect of his job. Sometimes people clammed up. Sometimes people broke. Sometimes people were willing to divulge information and the entire process proceeded as pleasantly as a seaside cruise. Each and every interaction within the room was memorable, if memorable entailed the kind of memorable that kept him up at night. But there were a few things more memorable than what he'd seen amid the sands of Iraq, in the dark of a Yonkers alleyway. Like those corpses, hideously mangled beyond belief, arranged in accordance with an underlying theme. Like that man, the hooded figure in an abandoned warehouse overlooking the Hudson River.
In that regard, this investigation was of the utmost importance. And if heaven forbid, the Reaper was prowling the streets of Seattle...
The detective stood up from his seat and brushed his shirt, before guzzling the last of the coffee he had brewed. Today was going to be a long day, without a doubt. Somehow, he'd managed to get his garments to look even more care-worn than usual; as if he'd taken a two-piece suit and systematically wrinkled it to a point of wrinkle homeostasis. The only thing neat about the man was the clipboard he was carrying.
From office to office did Hollis stride with purpose, loafers clattering on vinyl linoleum floor. Left and right at various desks were fellow investigative personnel seen perusing through articles, sifting through cases, investigating new leads. And now, it was his turn to follow suit. In particular it was a 280 at a restaurant near Downtown Seattle that caught his and Leticia's attention, seemingly trivial were it not for the fact that Rutherford was a frequent visitor. And it was the source of that 280 that proved the centerpiece behind the inquiry.
A single individual did he perceive as he stepped in, and then another; one in casual garments, the other sharply dressed in a professional ensemble so ironed and crisp that it only accentuated how rumpled his own clothes seemed.
Letty had actually decided to dress up for once.
"Ahh, my apologies." The detective stated simply, in a demure, yet well enunciated tenor. A hand gestured simply toward a small bottle of mineral water, and sliding it across the table did he bid their witness––or potential suspect––partake.
"Miss..Rom...correct? I'm Detective Hollis, and this here is my partner, Officer Buenaventura. I'll be asking you a couple of questions, you'll be telling me a couple of things you know, and with luck, that'll be all. Sound fair?"
A faint smile manifested on the detective's angular face, but the look in his eyes radiated business.
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call me Andi
she/her
21 YEARS OLD
November
1
Scorpio
San Francisco, California
Pansexual
Con Artist/Spy
TAG WITH @andi
ANDROMEDA BLAKE
no one wants to see the way society keeps spreading the disease.
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speed of sound[attr="class","bottom"] Andi regarded the two of them with a small smile of her own, daring not to show the panic her mind had managed to muster up at the thought of being in an interrogation room. Or in a cop building, for that matter, rampant with the very same individuals she had always tried to avoid. On most days, her ADHD would have numbed down the alarms blaring in her head, but this was an unfortunate exception.[break][break]
Crap.[break][break]
Lowering what volume it had, her fingers continued to lightly tap across the table until a water bottle was slid her way. A simple nod of gratitude followed, both a response to the detective's apology and for the water provided. Looking back, Andi realized that he looked a tad bit familiar--although she couldn't place her finger on who.[break][break]
"I'll be asking you a couple of questions, you'll be telling me a couple of things you know, and with luck, that'll be all."[break][break]
"Sounds fair, yeah." she replied, sliding the unopened bottle left and right with both hands. Her mind was still trying to figure out why the detective seemed familiar. "Fire away, Mr. Hollis."[break][break]
Where had she heard that name before?[break][break]
This time, the panic managed to numb down. The detective's tone didn't seem accusatory--nor did it seem like the inquiry was going to be about any discovered con. The hunch at the back of her head was getting bigger and bigger by the second.[break][break]
But if there was one thing Andi learned from a lifetime of trouble, it was that things were always bound to change.
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Aji
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Law Enforcement
call me Mace
He, Him, His
34 YEARS OLD
May
20
Taurus
Stockton, CA
Heterosexual
Detective
TAG WITH @mace
Mason O. Hollis
Qui Custodiet Pso Custodes.
Insight Through Inquiry. Sorry short post |
"Great, great."
Rom's interrogator blinked owlishly, expression set and politely incurious; he swiveled his chair to best face his partner sitting next to him and retrieve the manila dossier that she had been carrying, skimming through the dog-eared pages ensconced within that incredibly pedestrian folder before slowing to a halt at a specific section. Within were multiple photographs of the 010 that had occurred within Rutherford's apartment, and––brutal images and graphic details aside, there was also a dated picture of the individual in question, when he had still been alive. These photographs did the man slide over to the woman in question seated across from himself and his partner, gesturing for her to browse through the pictures. And as she did so did he speak, slowly, each and every phrase enunciated with a distinctive Central Californian drawl.
"So, first things first. When were you first employed at Oswald's? And, are you familiar with this individual?"
The man leaned forward and that pleasant, small smile remained on his lips, and yet those same grey eyes remained steady on Rom's own.
"Pray, elucidate me further. If there's anything you remember about this person, please let me know."
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