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9/6/2015 1:29:36 PM
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[b]Some 10 hours later...[/b]
Stephenson wakes up, and performs his usual breakfast ritual of toast and orange juice. He quietly opens the connector door and sets a plate of the same on the counter in Shiroe's apartment.
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"Uuuuhhhhhh......" *Shiroe, arms raised like a zombie, wanders over and stares at the food* "Fooooooooooood" *She picks up the tray and goes and sits down on one of the chairs in the room. She picks up a piece of toast and stares at it for a bit before dunking it in the orange juice* "Yuuummm....." *She takes a bite, and muffled squeal of delight reaches Stephenson's ears*
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The detective leans in the door. [i]Once you're ready, we need to get moving.[/i]
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[b]5 mins later[/b] *Shiroe strides out, her uniform hidden beneath a dark grey cloak* "Ready."
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The pair quickly exit. [i]Alright, so our first stop is the public CPD directory. Then, we'll head to the morgue and the crime scene.[/i]
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"Ugh. Dead bodies. Hate dead bodies, they always watch me."
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The detective cracks a grin. [i]Don't worry, I'm just grabbing a coroner's report.[/i]
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"Yea yea." *She shivers* "It's still creepy though..."
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He turns to her. [i]I get that. If you don't want to go in, that's ok.[/i]
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"Thanks...."
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[i]No problem.[/i] Stephenson ducks inside the morgue. Through the door, an awful stench makes itself manifest. Whatever state those cadavers are in, it's not good.
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*Shiroe sighs and walks across the street, avoiding cars along the way. She arrives at her destination, an unoccupied bench*
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Stephenson exits a few minutes later.
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*She waves*
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[i]Ok, this might be a Psionic we're after. His victims are in literal pieces.[/i]
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"Pieces? Ouch. That means we are gonna have to knock him out cold just to get close." *She flicks her wrist and a baton slides into it* "Just a love tap, eh?"
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Stephenson nods. [i]Something like that. We'll need to case the neighborhood first, of course.[/i]
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 9/9/2015 1:00:44 PM"Of course." *The baton vanishes back up her sleeve with a flick of her wrist* [spoiler]New post. This got buried.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]New post is made[/spoiler]
