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Post by Leo Henry on Feb 16, 2017 22:18:46 GMT
He'd managed to efficiently and quickly set up his new place mostly the first day. Still a few boxes left but his bedroom kitchen and bathroom were all fully developed and usable. He'd work on living room and spare room later as they were less needed.
A full day later he'd woken showered dressed and put on his bark brown suit ,over a black button down and tie to match his black leather gloves and oxfords. Baldy freshly shaved he had hair but preferred this. He had his peices and holsters but would check in first before he put them on. Black fedora brown band stuck stylishly on his head as he headed out.
The man had one for each suit and some double duty black on blacks. He'd asked around and the teain was fast but not an option for him to much could happen there to him. So he called what the kids were calling an Uber. Leo got in and took a deep breath to steady him self. No skin exposed in touch range.
The driver's constant chatter had his teeth clenched around a tirade. He was so happy to see the building and paying him he exited like he was being chased. As soon as possible he was going to have to look into a car. Up the stairs and stopped at the desk. Showing ID the uni blinked at him then smirked.
Leo knew the look fresh meat, but that was just it he was no body's meat. Lip curled he spoke low and only enough for the m an jn front of him." Son whatever you want to do right now I would like to recommend you don't. See they asked me here for a reason and I can find out everything you don't want to share if I touch even a centimeters of you gloves off. So don't..try..me "
The smile he endedcwith must have driven the point home as the uni stammered and wrote a visitor tag and handed over a directory with a fingerc and then quickly tucked back away. Leo nodded took the items and headed upstairs via the elevator.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on Feb 17, 2017 4:37:31 GMT
Wyetta hated these early mornings. In her case it meant that she didn’t sleep. She rarely did these days. The symptoms were getting worse and it was never a good thing when they did. She knew all things in their time but she hated these times most of all. She’d spent the entire last portion of the last few years hiding herself making herself blend in. Taking the shifts no one wanted keeping her abilities hidden. Going so far as to purposefully fail the stupid tests the department wizard had arranged as a way to find more bodies for RPIT. Yet somehow she hadn’t done as great a job as she’d thought. Or else she wouldn’t be here now.
Staggering into one PP her head throbbing like there was an angry carpenter with an oversized hammer trying to get out. She stopped and screwed off the decanter of her flask. She took a deep belt and the tremors subsided. She caught the looks on a few of the officers leaving. She ignored them and slid her sunglasses back into pace. The decoction was a stronger one than she’d been taking and its scent left her breath smelling like moonshine. But at least it kept the premonitions as she called the visions she got from contact.
She knew they were getting stronger but as long as her connection was able to get her the herbs, roots, and talismans she needed she was able to at least seem normal. Sighing she swallowed deeply and made her way into the house. Her time in major crimes was marred with the highest closed case rate and the most partner rotations. She had more dockets in her file than was acceptable but she’d managed to have just enough dirt on her superiors to insure they wouldn’t actively pursue her termination especially as the Union all but had her back. She was a good cop though bad police. Most of her complaints were the constant smell of alcohol on her breath. The constant drops she passed yet the fact she was asked was held against her.
So here she was being punished with either an IA full investigation or RPIT. Those were the only two major departments in One PP and yet she was hoping for a full IA investigation. She knew how to hide enough that she was sure they’d find nothing. She caught a tremor as she went to where she’d been summoned. She was pissed and that didn’t help keep her gifts in check. Gifts, bad gifts yet none she could return. Forcing herself to be calm she fought the image of a dirt yard and some little girl playing. Shaking her head she said screw it and removed her flask taking another belt. She shook it as she returned it to her inside pocket. This would be one of those days.
She knew that would mean she’d have to pick up more ingredients before she got to lunch.
Walking into the conference room she saw a large black man who looked as out of place as she felt. He as carrying and yet he wore a visitor’s sticker. She nodded and took a seat at the table. Clearly, he wasn’t in power and hadn’t called this get together. So, she all but ignored him even as his aura kept pulling her eyes back to him. She fought the urge t take a swig. Instead she thrummed her fingers on the table taking in the look of him. He had gloves on inside. She swallowed and went back to watching her fingers thrum the table.
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Post by Leo Henry on Feb 17, 2017 5:29:38 GMT
Leo had sat then waited the coffe looked like mud smelled like burnt neither hairs. He frowned this place was less than impressive so far. Sitting up he heard someone coming trying to seem uninterested.
She smelled like a still and was cute but worse for wear. He felt his hands itch under the gloves which was strange but not unheard of. He felt the anger rolling off her then stroked his chin.
Watch checked they had four monre mun before who ever they were supposed to meet was late.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Feb 17, 2017 6:02:29 GMT
Monica had signed her papers and talked to her boss. The brass told her she needed to sit in on this. As her ability would help and she could give them a detective perspective. She felt them there in the room the vibe odd.
The woman had been a surprise they hadnt gone with who she thought they would pick. Shrugging she pushed open the door to the room heels from her boots clikcking until she hit carpet. Looking at them both she sighed letting her abilities open.
The woman her aura had that pinkish white of gifted swirled with red yellow anger and spattered with purple of arcane. Odd, his same gifted but no anger deeper blue of contemplating and no arcane. She sat looking at them pulling gift back" I am marshall Monica davis formerly ripd detective ,my partner matt is no longer with us so we will be needing both of you to replace us. I am here to give a taste of current cases and how things go here that might be different from where you transfer"
She was pleasant and even toned.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on Feb 17, 2017 6:10:45 GMT
She leaned forward and rested her hands on her thighs. She’d purified the pants two days ago and yet there was a tremor there as well. She sighed fought the craving to take another shot and dull her abilities more but if she did when they came back online it would be worse. She kept saying her head just enough to take the edge off. Just enough to seem normal. She didn’t want to have to start wearing gloves again like she did in school. Her mother had convinced the school that she had a skin condition. That lasted all of a month before one of the kids the biggest of them decided to make her the laughingstock.
She would never forget the girl though she forced herself to never say her name. She closed her eyes hard to not bring back the images of the girl’s father on top of her or the girl’s mother stroking her hair during. She shook as if she had a chill. Groaning she looked at the broken clock on the wall before looking at her watch. Blessed by not only a priest but several practitioners it was relatively safe against her skin. Though the way she was feeling she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have to trade more favors to have it done again.
She thought of smiling but decided against it. She been told her smile was unnerving and that was a bad way to begin a conversation.
“You’re wearing gloves are you one of the psychic’s from RPIT or a retainer.” She fished as her curiosity wouldn’t let her alone when she was fighting and holding on as best she could. Even as she asked she began thinking of the cat food commercial over and over as white noise. she choked back her curiosity as things went bad real bad. The most and only decorated RPIT officer in New York history strolled in and appraised them as if she was deciding to keep them or send them on their way. She spoke and it was the former.
Capital F of a fuck she thought to herself as she treid to come up with a plan to get dismissed form the detail sooner than later. Raising her hand she spoke without being acknowledged..."You have something in your teeth."
Let the games begin she thought.
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Post by Leo Henry on Feb 17, 2017 6:45:55 GMT
Leo heard the groan and he was about to ask if she was ok when she spoke. Girl sounded like billi holiday on a pack of cigs a day" yeah ripit in chicago before there mobile tend to have a hard time getting along. So you ok,"
Before he got his answer polished and pretty walked in. Nodding his understanding but then the other spoke and he sighed school yard games were dumb but he could tell she was worried. Leo would have to keep an eye.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Feb 17, 2017 6:56:18 GMT
Monica blinked at her, she wa sls a bitvof trouble but moni wasnt worried. " why thank you for being so incredibly helpful it's that sort of team work we strive for here at ny ripd. I can see you will fit right in"
Butter wouldnt melt in her mouth right then. She looked to Leo" you are familsr withbhow preternatural branch is diffent I know so you haveva leg up but do you have any questions?"
Peeking at them both, they were alread on the ream this was mistly a formalities so she could pack for DC.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on Feb 17, 2017 7:15:33 GMT
She looked across the table then back. Not for help but the brush off was immaculate. She had no choice but that never stopped her before. Standing up stretching she looked to Detective now Marshall Davis. “I can’t work on RPIT I have flatulence so maybe we can put in for my transfer now.” She suddenly hated that her breath smelled the way that it did and the suspicions about her being tanked had travelled far as they had. But the alternative was worse. She would have to wear gloves she would need to not touch anyone. She would in short be the freak she felt inside and out. Even with all of that she doubted it would work but she had to try.
If she walked into RIPT she knew she would be one of those that never walked out. All of those special people much like Marshall Davis who would have their mystical little third eyes pointed at her. She felt it every time they did. Anything that brushed her she could feel and it gave her insights into people that made it hard for her. Hence whey her mystical route to not feel to dampen her abilities. She didn’t want them she didn’t want any of it and now here she was her bullshit had gotten her sent to the one place that she knew she would be an outcast amongst outcasts.
She looked at Davis again then the other officer. She knew he had to be. Balling her hands into fist she counted ten then move directly to Davis. Leaning into her personal space. Her perfume tastefully applied. Her makeup perfect. She inhaled and said through gritted teeth. “Please regina get me out of here. I do not belong in RPIT. Please.”
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Post by Leo Henry on Feb 17, 2017 7:36:39 GMT
Almost laughing because ms davis was ice in a blizzard cool with it. He watched the exchange then frowned as the demsle said gross things this was getting ridiculous the girl needed help.
Then she got up in the other womans space and the breif widening of her eyes was the only response he saw from the Marshall before she whispered back and cleared her throat.
Yeah drama he sighed this was supposed to be better than chicago.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Feb 17, 2017 7:56:03 GMT
Monica hated difficult people the aura was flying she was about to adress the behavior when her space was invaded and the words whispered stole her breath. Monica quelled her ire it was a cry for help.
She was careful not to touch but whispering back" close but not quite detective please retake your seat this conclusion is forgone its this or you hand over your badge. so I cannot release you I'm just here as a welcome wagon"
To them both she said" sibce there are no questions it seems come with me to the pen so I can get you your desks. Cheif will be calling each of you in this afternoon to talk "
She again offered the smile then stopped near the door.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on Feb 17, 2017 8:04:35 GMT
She nodded as Davis reined herself in she saw the temper flare she knew that had Davis been anyone else the jig would have been up. She would have caved to the shared information but instead she took a step back and that more than anything made Wyetta reign herself in. She could always get mauled and collect her pension.
But she knew she couldn’t quit. She wouldn’t be able to afford her decoctions or herbs and it would be worse without them. It was no overplaying herself she needed them. She wouldn’t last a week if she didn’t she would need to lock herself away from the entire world. No scents no breezes no clothes just her and a bubble.
Chastened she hung her head a moment biting back on the acid of her anger. Raising her head she looked back to the other Detective. “I’m sorry if I offended you it was wrong…” Looking to Davis she said, “You as well, I uh don’t know what came over me. Sorry.” Beaten cause she needed the job she waited for the other officer to rise and meet them and she took a rear position to compose herself. Well at least she thought they wouldn’t stick them together with this start that had to count for something.
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Post by Leo Henry on Feb 17, 2017 8:23:17 GMT
Again the Marshall surprised him what ever shed said had cut to the heart of the bad behavior for now. He sighed" look young lady I accept but I get its hard imagine a time gifts like all of ours were less respected and even coukd gave seen us killed. I lived through the end years of that..if I can make it you'll be ok"
He really hadn't meant to do the back in my day thing but it fit. He fell in behind the Marshall fixed his sleeves to make sure gloves covered at the wrist and looked arround. He was going to need a gallon pump bottle of hand sanitizer and clorox wipes.
The perceived skin and dna left had him cringing some and taking a breath. He stopped where she indicated the desk hadnt been used in a bit so it wasn't hers. He was glad of it.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Feb 18, 2017 0:17:55 GMT
Apologies were accepted and she arched a brow at Leo. Nodding she lead them pointed out desks showed them where requisition forms and other paper work lived. Also giving Leo the app they used for local cop friendly places to eat in walking distance.
Trying to tie up some of her iwn cases that were paperwork and done while setting the ones tgat would need more work aside. Giving each carefully a stack of five to go over. Then popping in to the cheifs office to go over how it had gone.
She recommended that wynetta be kept eye on but didnt divulge all of the bad behavior from that morning. Then she offered both lunch on her if they could agree to a place. She was trying to make her exit smoith so should she need to ork with them again which was likely then it wouldn't hurt so much.
Her family had already planned this weekend for her going away at a restaurant in central park she rented out.
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Post by Nobody on Feb 18, 2017 3:39:15 GMT
Captain Weiler looked over Davis’s log files closing his laptop as she came in. Looking up as she briefed him on the new officers. He didn’t bother to share what’d brought Grim to the top of the lists nor the fact that Henry had several queries from the FBI in his file. He gave every member of his team a wide and long leash when pursuing cases. It was normally a dead-end position but Davis had brought a serious respect to the unit. He wanted to maintain that public view.
“Are you sure you still want to leave Davis. These two could use some guidance. Someone who could show them the ropes of the Apple.”
He knew she was bound set and determined. He could stand to lose her as an officer yes but not as a resource. He wanted to have the opportunity of picking her mind however the expedited schedule the Marshal’s had her on would prohibit such a thing normally. Davis however was a special case.
“Perhaps when you get back from taking the new transfers out to lunch.” He said knowing the routines and traditions of the unit.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on Feb 18, 2017 3:54:06 GMT
Wyetta concentrated on not feeling moreso than the accommodations. She would need to box her things and bring them over not that there was much. Lots of plants that hid surprising occult uses. The fact of which she was sure the other officers in the unit would know. As such she would need another way to disguise how she did what she did.
Once Davis mentioned food she knew it would be rude to not accept but she had yet another secret that she would have to divulge. She waited until Davis had dipped off. She hemmed and hawed but finally just cleared her throat and said. “You mentioned surviving with your gifts. Can I ask do you have any level of cibopathy? I have it really bad its why mostly drink shakes and protein supplements. Artificial is better.”
It was better to come out with it yet it was one of the hardest things she’d done yet. Which was wired she’d suffered seven concussions, had a perp fall with her out of a third story window. Been hit by a car. Shot twice stabbed once almost hung and beaten with a bat. Yet this was a horrible pain she hated being vulnerable in any way. As it looked she knew they would be partnered so his old school ways would be her life raft.
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