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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 24, 2010 19:16:02 GMT -5
"On our own, just for now," Tara answered. She didn't know why, it just seemed right. "They're all pretty busy."
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Post by Cricket on Aug 25, 2010 10:46:06 GMT -5
Cricket winked, "Good call. If we find ourselves in a rut we'll let the others know. OK, so...we're after one...um...whats his name?"
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 25, 2010 12:48:02 GMT -5
"Peter Anderson," Tara answered. "Someone do some research, find out where he lives. Should we turn him into the cops?"
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Post by Cricket on Aug 25, 2010 21:30:24 GMT -5
"That'd be best...I got a buddy, ok not really a buddy, down at the police station. If we don't want to involve the others than the background check will have to be done smi-legally"
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 25, 2010 21:36:59 GMT -5
"I don't care what kind of legally we use at this point," tara answered. "And Amelia or Allistair, can one of you stay with her at all times, please?"
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Post by Cricket on Aug 26, 2010 12:00:19 GMT -5
Amelia and Alistair gave eachother the telltale stare that indicated a silent conversation.
"I'm staying" Amelia said.
"I'm going. Never know when the lift an' lay may be handy" Alistair remarked, "No pun intended"
Cricket sighed and uttered a very sad excuse for a chuckle.
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 26, 2010 16:34:55 GMT -5
"Amelia, can you just keep watch and protect her? Comfort her an stuff. We're heading down to meet a pal of Cricket's. You can call me on my cell if you need me."
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Post by Cricket on Aug 26, 2010 20:01:44 GMT -5
Cricket hailed a cab once they were out of the cafe, and this led them to the police station in the center of town.
Cricket ran her fingers through her hair and then pulled it up into a sleeked back and severe bun. She straightened her shirt and made the euro grundge outfit she was wearing look totally work formal just by her sudden change in attitude.
"We're meeting with Sergent Bob Harley. Don't laugh at the name, don't act your age, and don't speak out of turn. He likes people to be very put together and extremely well mannered. I'll do the talking." Cricket said.
Alistair laughed.
"What?" Cricket deadpanned.
"You are going to be the well mannered one? Juvie girl?"
"Shut up punk. I can turn you in for swiping his wallet."
Alistair shut up, "THAT Bob Harley?" he finished meekly.
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 27, 2010 11:02:11 GMT -5
Tara covered a laugh with her hand and straightened out her jeans and tank top. she pulled her hair in to a high pony tail.
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Post by Cricket on Aug 27, 2010 12:51:06 GMT -5
Cricket grinned but it was a controlled grin hidden under the layers of the well mannered identity she had just assumed.
They walked into the main office area of the station.
"Bob Harley please." Cricket said.
"You one of his charges?" The secretary asked in a snobby manner.
"Actually...no. I USED to be." Cricket replied with a smirk and a look down her nose, "Is he in or isn't he?"
The secretary gulped, "He's in ma'am....BOB!!! BITCH HERE TO SEE YOU!!!"
And out from the depths of station cubicals came one of the most ruggedly handsom men in the history of all police.
OOC: Love writing man candy. lol. Who doesn't like a man with a gun!
IC: "Cricket?" Bob Harley jumped in alarm.
"I need a favour"
Bob laughed then, "Favour? I don't think an ex-juvie kid like you can actually ask that of an officer."
"Don't joke Harley" Alistair said becoming all buisness, "I'll give you your wallet back if you give us what we want"
"My wallet?" Harley growled.
Cricket walked past him and into his 'office'.
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 28, 2010 16:54:36 GMT -5
Tara couldn't help looking appreciativly at the officer for just a second. If anyone were to ask, she'd have chalked it up to hormones, but the guy was smoking hot. She pushed it down and followed Cricket, following her instructions and letting her friend doing the talking.
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Post by Cricket on Aug 28, 2010 22:28:40 GMT -5
"Ok. We want you to run a background check on someone we suspect of...sexually abusing a child we currently possess" Cricket said laying the facts out flat.
"Wallet" Harley said in a no nonsence voice.
"Alistair. Wallet."
Alistair passed back the wallet.
Cricket and Harley stared at eachother in a measuring way for a few minutes.
Cricket wasn't actually sizing him up she took this time to reflect on reasons he should help them.
Bob Harley (who usually went by his last name) was young, actually he had gone to military school and went straight into the force rather than attending college of university. He was, as stated before, ruggedly handsome and recently turned 21. he had no immediate family, no girlfriend.
"Maybe I could get him a date.... In my circle of friends though...oh hell 6 years isn't that bad..." Cricket thought.
"Ok" Harley said.
"What?" Cricket replied snapping to it.
"I said ok. Whats his name?"
"Peter Anderson" Tara replied.
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 30, 2010 13:01:19 GMT -5
Harley got the scan going. While it was running he turned to them. "Do I even want to know what you kids are getting involved in?" "I told you," Tara said, her voice the picture of innocence. "We just want to know about a violent sex offender. It's for school."
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Post by Cricket on Aug 31, 2010 9:41:34 GMT -5
Harley called 'em as he saw 'em, "Bull shit"
Cricket chuckled, "Hey 9 out of 10 ties the story of a lost kitten will do, same goes for the old school project excuse." Cricket nodded to Tara and gave her the go ahead.
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 31, 2010 14:23:25 GMT -5
"Ok, so we found a little girl who's been harmed by this b@st@rd and apparently he's after her now. But she won't talk to cops or anything so don't try it. We want to know more about him."
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