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Post by Sky Verati on Mar 25, 2009 17:07:48 GMT -5
"Ah, heh. No, these aren't contacts. I'm lucistic. That is, I'm partially albino. Some of the pigment doesn't show up in my eyes and the blood vessels show through the blue color. It makes them look purple." It was also why he was a little pale and sunburned easily. He'd taken to wearing colored contacts when he was undercover and that fake tan that came off after a few days.
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Post by Kaydee on Mar 25, 2009 17:16:25 GMT -5
I grinned a bit. "That's neat, bet it bites when the sun gets in your eyes though." I'm actually erythristic, having an overabundance of red pigment, but it really only shows in leopard form, so I deigned not to mention it. For whatever reason, it doesn't show up on my human skin. Though the professor had an inkling that it only occurred in my hair follicles. All of the hair on me is red, so he's prolly right.
"So, where are you from? What do you normally do when you're not playing pool? I havn't actually seen you here before, and I'm here pretty often. Then again, I could have just been dancing, I ignore everything when I'm dancing."
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Post by Sky Verati on Apr 11, 2009 13:28:34 GMT -5
"It's not you, it's me," Nivet replied, amusement in his voice. "I've never been here before. The last place I went to closed down not long ago." There was nothing technically untrue in that statement; the last bar he'd visited had been shut down by his unit for hosting cock fights in the back, but it made him sound more like a regular to these joints, which he wasn't. He'd just wanted to beat people at pool for their money.
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Post by Kaydee on Apr 16, 2009 16:59:57 GMT -5
I let out a wistful sigh. "That bites. I don't know what I'd do without this place. I just don't mix well with polite society. Out there, everyone's world revolves around polite little words. If you toe the line, it's off to sit in a little cell for a timeout. In here, you get punched in the face if you make trouble. I can handle that."
Now that I thought about it, there really was a huge difference between the day and nightlife. Small things can happen in the cover of darkness that the waking world never sees or hears about. It was a comfort of sorts. A place to hide if nothing else.
"Hmmm, you ever tried flaming Dr. Pepper? It' not bad. I swear it tastes just like the soda." I was starting to sober up, and I hoped he hadn't noticed. The problem with having such an inhumanly high metabolism was that it was very hard to stay drunk. There was a layer of sweat dripping down my back; evidence of my body's steady removal of the alcohol. Most people got drunker as the night went on, as their bodies digested more of their drinks, even after they'd quit drinking. Mine couldn't get rid of it as fast as I could drink, but it was a losing battle every time. According to the professor, it was a mechanism designed to combat poison quickly, as Dr. Rick's eventual goal was to create a perfect little assassin. I may have been a 'failed attempt', but apparently something turned out right.
I smiled and tried to look ditsy.
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Post by Sky Verati on Apr 25, 2009 19:05:52 GMT -5
...She was faking. Nivet knew drunks; he saw them arrested all the time. And she was faking. He could tell when people were lying, not out of some superpower but by natural talent.
Now the question arose: what was she trying to hide by it?
"I've tried it," Nivet answered, "I prefer real Dr. Pepper myself. You either drink to get drunk or you drink for the taste. I'm the second, so if I'm that bent on drinking something that tastes like a coke, I'd rather just get a coke."
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Post by Kaydee on May 19, 2009 17:28:52 GMT -5
I shrugged. "I guess I sorta do both. Depends on my mood really. If I want the taste, I'll drink Pina cooladas. If I want to get drunk, I'll drink hundred proof silver rum. Either way, I still get my rum. Everything else is just...blah, I don't know, I just don't like anything else." I shrugged again, rolling my shoulders back. The back of my shirt was damp with sweat and I contemplated ordering another drink. Unfortunately, Jim had seen me shit-faced drunk less than an hour ago; there was no way he'd give me more, even if I looked fine.
Damn. Oh well, guess he'd just have to wonder. I bit my lip a little, contemplating what to say next. "So, do you dance?" I asked hesitantly. It was a long shot, sure, but maybe he'd forget about my former drunkenness.
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Post by Sky Verati on May 19, 2009 17:53:54 GMT -5
Nivet smirked and offered his hand. "Care to find out?"
Then his phone rang.
He almost swore. That smirk faded a bit, turned apologetic. He reached into his pocket and drew out his cell, glancing at the caller's number before he flipped it open. His insides twisted. It was Isaak.
Police Chief Isaak wouldn't call unless it was important, and important usually meant that someone was quite thoroughly dead. Nivet stood and, without losing his apologetic expression, said, "Excuse me." Then he answered the call and headed briskly for the door.
The voice on the other end of the line was curt. "Nivet, you busy?"
Nivet pushed open the door and felt the warm night air smack his face. "Does it matter?"
"No."
It was one of those, Nivet thought. This was not good. As Isaak gave him the sparse details and location, Nivet's skin tingled.
"How quickly can you get here?"
Nivet calculated the time in his head. "Ten minutes, sir."
"Make it nine. I don't want the press finding this before you have a chance to look at it."
"Understood."
Nivet exchanged the phone in his hand for the keys in his pocket and went to his car. There was a moment of mild guilt as he got in that he didn't have the time to tell Kaydee that he was leaving. Going back in there would take time he didn't have. He brushed it from his mind and buckled up.
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Post by Kaydee on May 19, 2009 18:15:54 GMT -5
I was startled at his sudden departure. My sensitive ears caught only snippets of sound that made no sense against the lull of the bar. I waited half a second after he'd left the building, hesitating. I knew I really shouldn't follow him. But, he'd never know, right? I found myself getting up and walking out the back door. I crept up onto the roof, feeling slightly sheepish. What was I turning into, some kind of stalker?
I grimaced, peeking over the edge of the roof at him. He was still on the phone. After a second or two, he traded his phone for a set of keys and headed for what must have been his car.
"Hmph, not even a goodbye," I grumbled to myself. I absently wondered where he was going. That wonder became a mental itch that I just had to scratch. Maybe no one would notice a leopard on top of his car.
I shook my head; way too obvious. I supposed that I might be able to trail the exhaust though, depending on whether it was unique enough that I wouldn't confuse it with another vehicle. I could at least give it a shot.
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Post by Sky Verati on May 19, 2009 20:15:14 GMT -5
Nivet drove a standard; it was a black 2008 Chrysler Sebring convertible with leather seats, and he loved it. He had the hood up currently, and while he drove he blasted Metallica from his windows. Just because he was going to a crime scene didn't mean he couldn't pump himself up beforehand. It was likely the last amount of happy he was going to get for the next few hours.
He bypassed as many stoplights as he could by driving through parking lots. If he sped just a little, nobody noticed. As he pulled into the driveway of the newly deceased, he checked his watch.
Nine minutes. Nice.
He didn't slam the door when he got out. He shut it. Nicely. His car was parked on the curb in a nice upper-class neighborhood. The Sebring would've stood out more if it wasn't nighttime, but it was the only civilian car on the property. The rest were police cruisers.
There were three of them. Nivet walked across the manicured front lawn and entered the house whose front door was open. Standing there in the living room, two officers were conversing in low tones. One of them was the chief.
Isaak spared Nivet a glance as he walked in. He looked serious. The other officer had no rank. "Where is it?" Nivet asked. Nobody had to specify that it was the corpse he meant. Isaak nodded toward the stairs.
"Master bedroom. Kelly's up there photographing the scene."
Nivet steeled himself for whatever was up there and ascended the stairs. Isaak followed him.
He was right. It was the last amount of happy he was going to get for a while.
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Post by Kaydee on May 19, 2009 21:29:31 GMT -5
I waited a few long moments after he'd drove off for him to clear the parking lot and the next few streets. I ambled over to where his car had been, trying to look casual in case anyone happened to be looking out one of the bar's windows. I stooped quickly on the spot, acting like I'd dropped something, running my fingers over the ground as I inhaled the scent of the car. Whatever it was he drove, it had a unique scent to the exhaust. Special oil or something.
I grinned, rising to my feet and walking a short distance away into the shadow of the building. My inner kitty was just dieing to come out and play. I removed my clothes carefully. I took the thin shirt and cotton pants and folded them into a neat bundle, which I tied tightly around my waist. I stashed my bra and panties behind a loose brick in the side of the building. I'd have to get them later, but they really weren't practical to carry around with me like the shirt and pants were.
I stretched my hands over my head and then down again, steadying myself for a moment. I took a deep breath, reaching inside my subconscious. I saw her there; Me, yet not quite me. A wilder state of mind. I felt the hot claws raking my flesh as I changed, as my body contorted and fur rippled along my skin. As the cat overtook and became me. My muscles quivered as the last waves of pain subsided. It had taken only a few seconds, but it sure felt longer.
I double checked to make sure that my clothes were still secured around my belly. I hated to be stuck without them. I stalked through the shadows of the parking lot, getting a good feel for his car's scent. I took the streets at a gentle lope, stretching my muscles against the humid night. I had to stop every now and then to double check the car's path, but I eventually made it to a house in the nicer part of town. There were a few police cruisers parked alongside his car.
I slunk around the side of the house. I picked up the faint scent of death emanating from the house. A murder scene? This guy must be some kind of cop. Maybe it was a bad idea to follow him.
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Post by Sky Verati on May 19, 2009 22:25:35 GMT -5
"Her ID says Vanessa Williams, apparently some doctor," said Isaak. "It has MD behind her name."
"Not my doctor," said Photographer Kelly. She snapped another picture.
It was gruesome. It looked like the doctor had been deliberately hole-punched in her heart, stomach, and neck by some sort of acid. The wounds continued through her to the floor. They were holes over three inches in diameter. The stench was incredible.
Nivet blinked but didn't say anything. The other officers had already gagged themselves into laughing about it, but Nivet hadn't yet. He'd just gotten there and wanted to puke.
The photographer suddenly went quiet, her voice much less joking. "...Chief."
"What is it?" Isaak came over and followed her gaze. He went unnaturally still, clenched his jaw, and removed himself from the room. Nivet heard him retching down the hallway.
Nivet's stomach was threatening to do the same. "What is it?" Ugh, he hadn't wanted the taste in his mouth.
Photographer Kelly's eyes were moist. "She was pregnant."
As if it couldn't have gotten any worse.
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Post by Kaydee on May 25, 2009 22:38:25 GMT -5
I crouched silently beneath a flowered bush, ears straining to catch any snippet of sound through the thick walls. My nose quivered, taking in the strange scent of death that wafted through the night. It was terrible, not unlike burnt hair, but with a nastier edge to it. My tail flicked restlessly as the smell of human bile entered the medley. There was no helping it, I'd just have to wait and listen to find out what had happened.
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Post by Sky Verati on Jun 4, 2009 22:47:03 GMT -5
"Who the hell would do that to a pregnant woman?" The officer downstairs, a rookie named Jasper with the palest brown eyes Nivet had ever seen, was horrified when he heard the news.
Kelly was leaving. Isaak led Nivet down the stairs as the guys with the body bag came by to pick up the corpse.
"I'll have these developed and on your desk in the morning, detective," Kelly said on her way out the door. Nivet nodded his thanks.
Isaak turned to Jasper. "That's for our detective to figure out." He clapped Nivet on the back.
Jasper wrinkled his nose in anger. "Fuckin' metas."
The samples of evidence in the detective's hand twitched. If Isaak noticed, he paid the gesture no attention as his eyes hardened at the rookie. "That's some of your fellow officers, Owens. You have a problem with any of them?"
For a second Jasper Owens looked speechless. His police chief went unnaturally still. Isaak wasn't picky on what his subordinates were--as long as they had good character, they were welcome on the force as far as he was concerned. Except Chinese.
Kidding.
Jasper was smart enough, at least, to know when to agree with his boss. Even if he didn't like it.
"No, sir."
"I'll get these to the lab," Nivet said casually. Isaak nodded. The detective left, going over all the facts he currently had of the situation and what his next steps would be.
Determine time of death. Find out whoever was close to her, whose house this was, if not hers. Interview everyone he could find who had seen her last. This was a deliberate, premeditated killing--after almost an hour combing over the scene and the rest of the house, it was evident that the person who had done it hadn't forced their way in, that they were a metahuman, and, among other things, that they'd been looking for something.
The room had been trashed as if it'd been searched. Searched for what? Nivet didn't know yet.
As he clicked his seat belt and started his engine, one thing was clear: that he would do everything he could to find out.
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Post by Kaydee on Aug 10, 2009 22:25:55 GMT -5
The scent of burnt flesh was stronger now, wafting through the open doors like some morbid air freshener. I retreated further into the shadows as Nathaniel passed, headed for his car.
Follow him? Or check out the crime scene. I pondered the outcomes of each. I'd get info out of either one, for certain. But I'd have to wait for the cops to leave to scout out the house. Satisfied with my decision, I set out to trail the fancy pool players exhaust trail.
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