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A Tent
Jul 5, 2008 16:35:00 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 5, 2008 16:35:00 GMT -5
*A body was carried in, wrapped in a sheet serving as a shroud, and laid upon the ground.*
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 6:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Jul 28, 2008 6:18:41 GMT -5
*Genghis had heard rumors filtering in among the troops, a girl in the river. But he wouldn't let himself believe that it could be her. She was far too clever to have fallen in. They'd see they were mistaken. He dismissed the man at the mouth of the tent, pausing and taking a breath before ducking inside. Only dark locks fell from the shroud, but it made his blood run cold. With all the resolve he could muster, he finally closed the short distance to her. His hand wavered, hanging precariously above the sheet, but in a swift gesture, he flung it back. There was a moment, a cold sickening moment where everything was still. Then his knees buckled and he fell to them hard as he gave a mournful cry.*
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 12:05:15 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 28, 2008 12:05:15 GMT -5
*The hansom stopped, letting Smecker and Emily out. She shouldered her bag and began taking notes.*
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 12:32:31 GMT -5
Post by Agent Smecker on Jul 28, 2008 12:32:31 GMT -5
"All right, take some time to look around."
*Smecker put on his headsets and started doing his thing, wandering the crime scene.*
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 12:40:55 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 28, 2008 12:40:55 GMT -5
*Emily kind of boggled at the shape clearly outlined under the sheet. She resisted the urge to look at a dead body with relative ease. Dead bodies were dead bodies and her grandpa had had an open casket funeral and freaked her nine year old shit. She wasn't going to go looking for that kind of trouble. Crime scene, fine, she could learn to deal; but she wasn't about to go peeping for love or money.
She instead squinted at the furnishings.*
"Nice. What are they...Chinese? Persian?"
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 12:55:01 GMT -5
Post by Agent Smecker on Jul 28, 2008 12:55:01 GMT -5
"Mongolian." *He answered plainly, appearing unexpectedly from behind her, pulling the headsets from his ears.*
"But nice guess for a rookie."
*He glanced around the room.*
"What else we got?"
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 13:46:27 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 28, 2008 13:46:27 GMT -5
"This is hardly the scene of the crime. That guy," *she jerked her thumb over her shoulder towards one of the guards.* "Said they found the body down by the river. Drowned."
*She gave the fellow in question a puzzled glance.*
"Why are they...guarding it...exactly? Was she one of them?"
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 13:49:28 GMT -5
Post by Agent Smecker on Jul 28, 2008 13:49:28 GMT -5
*Adorning some rubber gloves, he crouched and pulled back the sheet perfectly calm. Then his brow lowered.*
"I doubt it."
*He glanced up at her.* "You got a twin?"
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 13:51:59 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 28, 2008 13:51:59 GMT -5
*She was making notes in her book. Admittedly, she wasn't the fastest of scribblers when it came to keeping things legible.*
"Mong--oh--leeeeee--an..." *she muttered to herself as she jotted it in her book for no real reason, hearing Smecker's question without considering it.*
"Yeah, my brother, actually. Who wants to know?"
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 14:17:58 GMT -5
Post by Agent Smecker on Jul 28, 2008 14:17:58 GMT -5
*Smecker scooted to the side, revealing the cadaver to her.*
"Your sister."
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 14:19:54 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 28, 2008 14:19:54 GMT -5
"JESUS CHRIST!" *she shrieked.
She shot back so quickly she smacked into one of the thick tent supports, seeing stars for a moment before she blacked out completely.*
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 14:24:47 GMT -5
Post by Agent Smecker on Jul 28, 2008 14:24:47 GMT -5
Well sh*t.
*Smecker stood up and walked over, examining her for any real injury. The cool glove pressed against her throat, taking her pulse.*
"Aw, come on now. You're gonna be fine."
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 14:29:06 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 28, 2008 14:29:06 GMT -5
*She groaned lightly, dizzily coming to and struggling to sit up. She blinked at Smecker.*
"...I...I had the weirdest kinda daydream," *she chuckled.* "There was the body, and it was--"
*She pointed around him, then her eyes fell on the cadaver and her jaw went slack.*
"'Scuse me...I gotta..."
*She scrambled out of the tent as quickly as possible and vomited on the grass outside.*
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 14:47:28 GMT -5
Post by Agent Smecker on Jul 28, 2008 14:47:28 GMT -5
*Smecker stood and calmly followed her outside, letting her do what she needed to. Then he tossed her a travel package of Kleenex on the grass.*
"Your first time? Probably didn't help about the victim. If you want, you can wait here and I'll check her out."
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A Tent
Jul 28, 2008 14:55:29 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Jul 28, 2008 14:55:29 GMT -5
"Please do," *she mumbled, wiping her mouth.* "You gotta admit this wouldn't be just anyone's typical first day on the job."
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