Fantasy RP A Vampire In The City (Writenex & Knight_of_None)

[Writenex]

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Peter Garcia, 23 year old rookie detective.

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Peter Garcia was born in 1959 to parents Rio and Kevin Garcia. Growing up, he wanted to do something with his life but wasn't sure what, so he continued his life by going to grade school and making sure he passed his classes. He had only failed one class, and that was science; it wasn't his strong suit. A couple more years went by, and he was still looking for what he wanted to do in life before he finished high school. His parents had told him whatever he chose to do, they would back him up with whatever he chose to do in life after some time spent in the world and studying both African and Hispanic culture, given his own heritage background being a mix between the two. He finally decided what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

So Peter graduated high school, and in 1982 he joined the detective agency. His parents were thrilled with his choice, given how Chicago had a bad reputation for gang violence and crime. And it only got worse this year. The world is suffering from the recession, and markets are slowly losing money to keep their businesses afloat. Peter had been a detective for a couple weeks now and got to know some of his colleagues. Some were nice, and others were hard on him, including his boss.

Inside his small office, Peter had been getting remarks that weren't pleasant. His veteran colleagues teased him for being a rookie. Peter didn't expect this and was disappointed by it, so he was hoping for a case where he showed his boss and the veteran detectives how good he really is. Mark, one of the veteran detectives, had stepped into his office and said, "Hey there rookie still sucking ass at filling out paperwork?" Mark was chewing on an apple. "Because I mean, you stink at being a detective and you can barely fill out paperwork." Mark was one of the guys who had a massive ego, and not only that, he enjoyed picking on workers who were just starting out. Mark was a major jerk, but he never took it so far that it got physical and he had to be fired. So that was something good to say about him, at least.

As time went on, nightfall gradually began in Chicago. The other employees at this company had been packing up for the night, Peter included. On his way home, since he didn't drive like the others, he instead rode the bus. Sure, it was crowded with people he didn't know, but at least he got a ride and only had to use a dollar and fifty cents to ride. Peter had stood up, grabbing the pole, since all the other seats had been taken. Peter had a thought; he wondered on his way home what his parents were up to and if they were either sleeping or cooking dinner. It was always a gamble with them at this hour. Eight thirty was the time his boss said he'd be always getting off work until he had his first case.

One day Peter's boss had told him that filling out paperwork was more of a hassle some of the time. So he was at least generous by letting Peter off at eight thirty every night.
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The bus had been reaching its destination, Boulevard and Trask Street. This happened to be Peter's stop as he let go of the silver pole. He took steps to get off the bus as he said goodbye to the bus driver and watched him drive off before walking down the sidewalk in his dark blue suit. "Man, is it dark out? At least there is some light thanks to that full moon. I hope my parents made dinner." The streets were dark and illuminated by a full moon, with some people out walking around the street on the other side of the sidewalk.

(I hope this good enough for you to work off of for now it's all I could think of)
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[Knight_of_None]

Taking a few steps from the bus stop, the milling of Chicago at night,Humans and the nightlife, Vampires, never took the night to rest inside. The youngest blood drinkers hid in near plain sight, the older they became, the more their otherworldly nature crept up, in some better than others. But in Chicago, the bigger problems would only just be rising.

Lit by the Moon alone on the streets, Peter's homeward journey would be cut short as he heard a scream come from one of the side alleys. Blood curdling and full of horror.

 

[Writenex]

On his way home, Peter heard a terrifying sound that he wished he hadn't heard. It was the sound of somebody yelling in agony that alarmed Peter, his heart racing as well as his mind as he bolted over to the sound of the scream. He had made it to the alleyway and looked around for the source of the scream, hoping to find out who was yelling or, better yet, the culprit.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As he rushed into the alleys, the screams bouncing about the walls, he saw the scene, a white sheet wrapped over a bundle...long blonde hair dangled out if the top. The disturbed sheet was half turned, showing half the body, a woman at a glance. Fair skinned, pretty, without even a bruise in her as far as he could see. She was laid to rest in the center point of the alley, in plain sight. But no sign if the screamer.

 

[Writenex]

So there she was, wrapped in a sheet, a blonde dead woman. This was very bad—terrible! As Peter looked around, he didn't see the culprit—only an empty alleyway with one dead body. Peter knew this was horrible; she had no bruises on her body. That was questionable. Peter had called the police department, and they arrived at the scene to investigate. Lights flickered from their cars as Peter's department also arrived. A group of detectives and policemen were on the scene at the same time. "This is bad, Captain Woody." Peter told the chief of police. "What's worse is she has no bruises on her body, so we have no evidence; there is nothing to go by except a dead blonde woman with a pretty face." Lead detective Henry Ackerman spoke up. "Woody I think you guys should go home for the night; we'll handle this. One of our men will investigate this crime for you." Woody, who had been kneeling by the dead body, looked up at Henry and nodded before he and the rest of the police force got in their cars and went home for the night. Now it was only Henry and his crew of detectives on the scene. "Is this really all you saw?" Peter had his arms crossed. "This is yes, Henry. But it's weird; she has no bruises, which only tells me she didn't put up a fight. But why would a lady not want to put up a struggle to save her own life, Captain Henry?" "You know you don't have to call me that. I'm your boss, sure, but not your captain." Peter humored him for a moment. "Yeah, I know, but I just think that sounds better." "Alright, kid, but eventually you'll grow tired of it and stop. Now, as I was saying, Mark, get over here." Mark was busy talking with a coworker about the scene before his ears heard Henry's words. He quickly stopped their conversation and walked over. "I'm putting you on the case." Feeling like he could do this, Peter interjected, "But I can do this, captain. This case has my name written all over it." "No offense, but you're still a rookie, Peter, and besides, your job is filling out paperwork right now. Let Mark handle this; he's been in the business longer than you have." "I get that, but I'm telling you I've got this. Just let me take care of this for you." "You are not fit for it right now. There isn't any way you can convince me otherwise." "Okay, how about this? Give me two months to solve this, and if I fail, Mark can take over." Mark then made a sly remark, "You're going to fail before the first month." "Captain, you have to give me this." Henry thought it over and decided to let the kid try. "Okay, I'll let you do it, but on one condition. If you fail even once and don't solve the case before the second month is over, I'll have Mark take your place and suspend you for two months without pay." "Deal." Peter smiled before giving Mark a dirty look that said he won. Mark just rolled his eyes and went back to talking with his coworker. "Okay, people, let's go home for the night. I'm sure the mortician will come and get the body." Everybody departed home, and when Peter got inside, he saw dinner on the table for him. His parents had already been sleeping for the remainder of the night. Peter warmed up his plate and ate his dinner, then washed his dish after he was done. He showered for the night and threw on some pajamas, then headed to bed.

 

[Knight_of_None]

The long dark was broken by the gaze of the sun, the rousing Peter to day. Once he was ready and made his way to the precinct, the young Detective saw the usual suspects about, some drunk and disorderlys being processed from the last night. Some beat officers preparing for their patrols. "Peter." He heard as he approached the bullpen, from the elevators a officer approached him, tucking his blue cap under his arm. He was looking to cop, Hispanic, with short black hair, neatly tucked into a ponytail. His eyes were hazel, and he normally had a keen look in his eye. Officer Russell Santiago was his name, a beat officer that transferred in from another precinct months ago.

"Heard some mumbling that you finally caught a big one. I...also got someone that came in not too long ago to file a missing person's case that matched the description of yiur victim." He whispered, nodding forward. "We got them filing paperwork but we can bring them to you if you want to ask a few questions?"

 

[Writenex]

"Sure bring them over." Peter told Russell. He had a good reason to question them since they match the description it was great timing.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Russell nodded. "She'll be over your way soon. "He assured as he stepped back, walking towards the processing desk. While Peter was left to his own devices at his desk, A woman was guided to him As he raised his gaze up to his source, bringing up from her baggy jeans, a red sweat shirt, his eyes fell on a woman that jarring to behold. A face he saw that night, rendered frozen by death. Though her hair was cut shorter, dyed black, though perhaps she grew it our recently, the blonde was beginning to shine through at the roots. Her eyes were fragile, she looked to the side quickly as their eyes met. "Helena, this is Detective Peter Garcia." Russell introduced gently. "Please...sit, and he can perhaps help you." He said as he stepped back, pulling her up a chair before glancing to Peter, starting to make himself scarce.

 

[Writenex]

Peter saw Russell leaving the area, and when he was gone, it was just Peter looking at Helena in front of him. The young man blinked before speaking, "I really hope you're having a good day so far, miss. Now I was told you filed a missing persons case, Miss Helena. I think we should really talk about that. I'm the lead detective on this case, but I got a feeling, you know, that already, given what Russell told you. Did you know the person well?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"My...sister, my twin sister, Charlene. She's been missing for two days. I had to wait...because it didn't count until the second day.-" She said her voice was strangled, shuddering slightly with her feelings. "Are you going to find her Detective? I keep - just- fe-feeling-: her voice broke as she looked down.

 

[Writenex]

He put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her "It's alright I'll do what I can. But can you tell me what you meant by it didn't count?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Legally, i- I couldn't file a report that she was missing because if it wasn't atleast two days...she didn't count as lost." Helene said as she tried to compose herself while he questioned her.

 

[Writenex]

"That makes sense. I had forgotten about that stipulation." Then it dawned on him to ask because he had a feeling that could be right. "Does your sisterr have blonde face, and would you describe her face as pretty?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Well she's blonde...we share identical looks, bit I guess you could say that." She said tilting her head slightly , not understanding what he was getting at quite yet.

 

[Writenex]

"I found a dead blonde woman with a pretty face last night, but she didn't have any bruises on her body."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I-I don't- there's alot of blonde women in Chicago-" she said as she looked up quickly, her eyes glistening and reddening as he raised the possibility. "I just saw her two nights ago, she was-she can't be the same woman-"

 

[Writenex]

"Then I can pass a few photos over to you and you can point them out to me and tell me which one is her." Peter passes a few photos over to her of women with only one of them being a match.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As he handed iver the photos , her eyes closed slowly as her eyes fell on the woman from the MEs slab. The photo slipped out of her hands and she put them over her eyes, his shaky breathing turning to soft sobs. She barely could speak, her grief and shock, disbelief, clashing against each other. "That's-That's her-"

 

[Writenex]

"Okay, good. We found her then. Now we just need to know where she is so we can get her back and you can go on with your life." Peter told her. As time went on, Russell came back into the area and asked, "Did he help you out?" Russell asked Helena. "We found her, Russell." Peter told him. "Great!" Russell said this to both Peter and Helena.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Helena steadied her breath, starting to stand up. "Thank you Detective." She said as Russell began to escort her away, to let him work.

 

[Writenex]

"No problem." Peter told Helena as he watched her get escorted out. After they both left the area, Peter began to continue working. It was then that his boss arrived in his room. "Good job so far, Peter. I'll be keeping an eye on you." Peter nodded to his boss, then got back to work, filling out papers.

 

[Knight_of_None]

While Peter filled out his paperwork, getting through forms, he got a call from the Medical Examiner's office patched to him. "Detective Garcia?" He heard a gruff voice of the head examiner. "We've finished on your Jane Doe."

 

[Writenex]

"Thanks, I'll be right there." Peter put his stuff down and walked over to the medical office.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Coming down into the lower floors, near the basement of the building l, was the Medical Examiners office. The air was cooler down here, a passive scent of chemicals, , and cleamers always clung the the hall when the elevator doors opened. The stretch of mismatched linoleum tiles lead the way to the service desk and double doors, but the Staffer rang Peter through, expecting him. The chill of the air dipped a little more, the click and whine if the aging central air system overhead ever present.

The man Peter was to see rose up from his desk, a older man with a thick gray and white beard, a once thinning hair line was shaved back into a more distinguished bald look. He was a bit hefty, his clothes never looked pressed, only ruffled and wrinkled. He waddled over. "Good Morning Detective." He said as he didn't bother shaking his hand, or looking at him twice. Something had his interest about his current tenant. He was already walking over to the slabs, pulling her from the line up.

 

[Writenex]

Peter smiled politely "Good to see you doctor. How are you?" He asked wearing a professional suit. It was something he always wore when he was at work.

The doctor cleared his throat "I'm doing good Peter just been busy lately."

 

[Knight_of_None]

The doctor pulled the door open, drawing the body of the slain beauty out with the slab. "Now, we've given a full look, and cause of death isn't...typical. I at first thought it was perhaps poison, or maybe asphyxiation, but tox reports came back clean, but there's also no signs of suffocation either. No marks on her throat, no rupturing. No struggle marks, nothing under her nails...no easy wounds to find...but only one hard tough wound." He said as he unveiled the white linen from her face. "It nearly snuck by me, but if you look at her neck, you'll see 2 small scars, they healed up well, to the very top layer of the skin. A set on both sides of her neck."

 

[Writenex]

"That's interesting you say that because when I found her, I noticed none of that." Peter was referring to the marks on her neck. "So then she was bitten; that's the only conclusion. Which means a vampire who knows the rules ended up breaking the rules just for a meal. Well, I now know what did this to her. I only hope we'll be able to catch the vampire that did this."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Best guess, they used some vampire trick to close up the bites. And you called it in right away, got the circus involved." The doctor said shaking his head. "In any case, things got a lot harder for you, hm?"

 

[Writenex]

"I'd really rather it be easier, but you're right, it only got harder." Peter told him well, and he got the information he needed. "Thanks for this; you were a big help. "I'll go report this to my mom. I'll do some more digging myself and try to find the vampire that did this." Peter left the room; his footsteps were a bit loud throughout the hallway. When he got back to his desk, he sat down and contemplated his next move. He didn't want to go to his boss unless this was resolved. He has two months to figure this out. Peter made a choice as he looked at the clock and saw that it was 8:20, ten minutes left until his shift was over. He decided that he would leave earlier and go back to the spot where the crime took place, just to see if he could find anything of value that the vampire might have left behind. A few footsteps later, Peter was in his boss's office. "I know I have ten minutes left, but can I leave earlier? I have to go back and see if there is anything I can find." He said. "Just this once, Peter. I'll let you leave earlier, but find something, anything we can use."

Peter excused himself from the office and from the building. He was on his way to the crime scene.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Returning to the crime scene, the creeping train ride, and retracing his steps to the tapped off alley, police officers sat nearby, keeping an eye out for lookee lous with too much time on their hands. But they recognized Peter, not bothering him as he slipped in. The mid day sun was over head, winking sunlight and showing the alley in all its lonely majesty. Trash, both in the dumpsters and loos, scattered about adorned the Alley most. The only clear space was the former resting place of Charlene. The heaped up junk and boxes at the side of the crossing alley choked out the fresh air, and rattled softly in the breeze. The buildings were run down , but still in use, by a bit of a glance one seemed to be a Apartment, another corner was some small time store front.