Ezekiel

[COLOR=LightBlue][SIZE=1]With regards to the chapters, I think a PM to the person in the chapter should be sent to warn them and then the information regarding the chapter should be posted in this thread or in the actual RP thread. I think a warning PM would be good because some people may miss the thread and not realise that they have to post otherwise. Just my opinion, I really don't want this to die, I've grown attached to my character from only one post. [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][SIZE=1]Methuselah yawned and stretched, her hair a total mess from the late night she had. She sat up and sniffed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as daylight filtered through her curtains. One look outside told her it would be a terrible day. Reason why? New Members swarmed to the Recruitment area, no doubt Jokopoko would be stressed for the day. Methuselah debated whether or not to get out of bed, but she remembered a new chapter she needed to update in her story so decided that getting up was for the best. She jumped out of bed and brushed her hair into the usual gravity defying pigtails and went about getting into her dress. Her sword hung on the wall and she smirked, fastening it tight against her back. She opened the door and breathed in the fresh morning air, looking towards the direction of JP studios. She stepped outside and locked her door, walking towards the Arena. New Members ran past her, some staring at her pigtails and sword, making sure to stay within at least a 4-foot radius of the tired and irate looking Member. Methuselah finally reached JP studious and peered over the head of many Members, some she recognised and waved to cheerily, blocking a yawn with the back of her right hand. She nodded to Jokopoko who was on the phone, a silly smile on his face. She mouthed, [I]'Vicky?'[/I] to him and he nodded. Methuselah laughed and walked out the back entrance to see if anyone she knew was busy with an RP. No one she recognised, Methuselah sighed and sat down on a large sofa, wondering what she could do with the rest of her day. Now that she had almost giving up on RPing and all her stories were practically up to date, she had nothing to do with her day. Annoying Alan was out of the question; he'd just beat her if she tried anything. Reise wasn't around and was probably still in bed, Joko was on the phone. [B]"This place is boring."[/B] Methuselah groaned, before a rather harsh poke to her side made her yelp. She turned to see small Goku from Dragonball staring up at her. Her eye twitched and she bent over to stare him in the eye, [B]"What?"[/B] The Goku giggled and took a step back, before reaching out and tugging on one of Methuselah's pigtails. [B]"YOU HAVE FUNNY HAIR!!"[/B] he yelled before sprinting off to join more Goku's outside. Methuselah twitched and stormed outside to confront the mass of giggling Goku's, all of which shut up as soon as she reached for her sword. Just as she was about to bring down one of the little buggers, a firm tap on her shoulder made her turn. She smiled weakly and rested her sword, [B]"Hello there, Jokopoko."[/B] [B]"No killing New Members close to my studio, I told you before." "Yessir...."[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]As a Music Student in Liverpool, I feel compelled to try out for this. Brilliant idea, I must add. Oh yes, I would just love to help out if you need someone to play John Lennon, heh.[/B] [COLOR=LightBlue][B]Name:[/B] Lucian Dimond [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Appearance:[/B] At 5'7'', Lucian isn't a man of great stature, and he's well aware of the fact making up for what he lacks in height in strength. He keeps fit and his body is toned, of course he'd never want to get to the stage of looking like 'Mr. Muscle'. He wears round glasses that teeter on the end of his almost perfect nose. His eyes are green and usually half closed, giving him a perperutally-bored expression. He has rather pale skin, but full lips. He is a man that could be described as 'pretty'. Lucian keeps his hair at shoulder length and has dyed it many different colours over the past year. Currently he's a redhead, though a dare from Eleanor means he's soon to be going pink. Lucian is seen in baggy bell-bottom jeans, tie-dyed shirts and lots of multi coloured bangles going up both of his forearms. He's a flower child through and through. [B]Bio:[/B] Lucian was born in Liverpool, right in the centre of a large arts culture. His parents were both musicians, with his mother also enjoying painting on occasion. He was brought up around people who knew how to have fun; he even attended his first concert at the age of three. He has always enjoyed music and plays the bass guitar, though with his work in the TCD, he doesn't have time to play much any more. His parents decided that it would be good for their son to go to music school, so they put together what money they had to spare and paid for him to go to a college in Manchester. At first he wasn't eager, but soon Lucian discovered his talent for art and music and he quickly became involved with some very interesting people, some of which were in the music industry. He was offered a place in a band that was about to go on tour when their bass guitarist quit. Lucian was eager but declined the offer after seeing a position open in the TCD and applying for the job. He later got the position and started work a few weeks after, making sure to catch up on everything he missed. He's been working there for a year and has grown quite attached to the people he works with, treating them like family. People who don't know him are shocked when they see his appearance, but his superiors put up with him for the fact that he's brilliant at what he does. [B]Personality:[/B] Lucian is a smiling man, even in tough situations. He has the ability to keep a calm head and make responsible decisions under extreme pressure. He scares easily but doesn't show it, most of the time he just keeps it inside. He's proud and sometimes cocky, though not in a bad sense. Even though some people will describe him as over-confident and even arrogant, it's the part of his personality that people love. Lucian is a people person, and loves to be with friends even if it is only at work. [B]Position:[/B] Lucian is the man behind the mic. When a team is out on a mission he stays at the base collecting information and relaying it to the team through his mic. He spends most of his time in work sitting in front of a computer screen. He does help with research and has on the odd occasion been called out on a mission when the team needs someone with a sharp mind. Lucian doubles up as a tactician.[/COLOR] [B]I hope that's okay.[/B][/SIZE]

Most of the material things in Kagome-chan?s apartment had been sent to the lab for fingerprints, though Alan wasn?t hopeful. He knew that this murderer was far too clever to let himself be careless. He worried about Methuselah, especially after seeing her break down over those letters. She still refused to talk about it and quickly changed the subject if it ever came up. That?s why Alan was fixing a tie, standing in his bedroom with Hevn in the bathroom adding the finishing feminine touches. They had invited Methuselah to go out to dinner with them and she had, reluctantly, agreed only on the terms that she would pay for half of the meal. Hevn stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at Alan, he returned it and kissed her softly, [B]?You look beautiful.?[/B] Hevn looked up, [B]?So do you.?[/B] Alan chuckled and picked up his keys, opening the front door for Hevn. He noticed his beeper on the coffee table by the door and sighed, shoving it into his pocket, hoping that he wouldn?t be hearing it tonight. The restaurant was relatively quiet, considering how popular the place usually was. Alan tapped his fingers on the table top, Hevn shifting in her seat. [B]?You definitely gave her the right time??[/B] [B]?Like I said five minutes ago, yes.? ?Maybe the roads have frozen over?? ?Maybe, lets just order a drink.?[/B] Alan picked up the wine list just as he saw the door opening, his partner walking inside quickly, her face flushed from the brisk winds outside. She walked to the table and threw her coat over an empty chair, nodding to Alan. [B]?I?m so sorry, I fell asleep at my computer looking through some of the case files?I think I fou-?[/B] [B]?Why don?t you leave work behind, just for once, Methy??[/B] Hevn interjected, her voice sterner than usual, Methuselah noted. She bowed her head in apology and sat down, looking at a menu. **** Diner was going well, a glass of wine and a half way through their main courses, Hevn, Alan and Methuselah were joking about everything besides the detectives work. Methuselah was having fun, Alan was happy that she wasn?t looking as depressed as usual and Hevn was elated that the subject of dead bodies seemed to have slipped from the mind of her husband and friend. Then it happened, in the low murmur of the restaurant a loud ?bleep!? interrupted all conversation. Alan?s face paled as he looked down at his belt, the screen of his bleeper flashing a bright blue. Methuselah sighed and answered her cell, her expression instantly turning from one of exasperation to horror. Alan met her gaze and he gulped, looking at Hevn. [B]?We have to go, I?m really sorry about this, but it?s work.? [/B] Hevn nodded and folded her napkin. [B]?It?s always work.?[/B] [B]?Hevn?? ?We?ve got to go, now.?[/B] Alan took one last look at Hevn who was, quite obviously, fuming behind her gentle mask and smile. He tossed on his coat and followed Methuselah out to her car. **** The parking lot was empty save for a navy car and two people, one man and one woman, standing in front of what could only be described as a bloodbath. The asphalt was stained a deep black from the amount of blood that covered it. The ice was melted, the water mixing with the blood to form small rivulets running their paths slowly across the ground. One of the detectives coughed, covering her mouth with her scarf as she bent closer to the corpse. It was mutilated beyond recognition, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. [B]?Anything worth noting down, DDG??[/B] the man asked, rubbing some sleep from his eyes. Blackjack was not one to wake easy, and being pulled from a deep sleep in front of the TV was not how he wanted to start a new case. DDG stood and looked at him, shaking her head. [B]?That corpse isn?t going to be ID easily, just look at it.?[/B] [B]?Yeah, I looked and it?s disgusting. I?ve never seen anything like this before, I can?t even tell if it?s male or female.?[/B] DDG nodded in agreement, they would have their work cut out for them on this one. Just then the sound of sirens caught their attention, a silver Peugeot bumped onto the curb and two people got out, neither of them dressed for the cold of the evening. Blackjack feigned happiness and walked over to greet them, extending his hand in welcome, [B]?Welcome to the bloodbath, Alan, glad you two came to help.?[/B] [COLOR=DarkOrchid][SIZE=1]Okay, for now these are the only characters I want to work with, save for a couple who I?ve planned for already. I?m sorry if that chapter paled in comparison to the previous, but I need to get back into writing this again after a pretty long break. Yup, that?s all I have to say.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Thank you so much for all the great comments, everyone, it's really encouraging (and quite unexpected). I'm in London now, I wanted to post a new chapter on Saturday but my Internet was down, new segment should be up on Thursday. I'm glad people have asked for cameos, I'll gladly fit you all in ^_^ Thanks again for all the lovely comments, I just hope I actually finish this story.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[CENTER][COLOR=Black][SIZE=1] [B]Name:[/B] Sumiyaka (Formerly Elizabeth Archer) [B]Nickname:[/B] Breeze [B]Age:[/B] 1700 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Species:[/B] Vampire [B]Clan:[/B] Neutral [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21478]Sumiyaka[/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] Whereas Sumiyaka used to be one of the more passive Vampires, no fan of blood shed and unnecessary violence; she has changed considerably since her first meeting with Kuroichi. She now uses a simple [URL=http://www.castleen.com/cma/cma3/images/shinai.jpg]shinai[/URL], which she wields with great skill. She also uses a knife, which she keeps hidden in her top, it's light and can be thrown easily. She now also uses the South Wind, a weapon given to her by Kuroichi. [B]Powers:[/B] Sumiyaka is very skilled in manipulating her Chi energy. She has mastered basic techniques like Barrier and a simple blow, but apart from those two she also has another powerful attack. After reciting an incantation, Sumiyaka is able to launch a powerful 'Death Blow' that can knock most foes to the ground, Depending on how well trained and how powerful her opponent is obviously determines the damage, though even the likes of Kuroichi would feel a sting form this attack. Sumiyaka has now fully mastered the art of Shadow Manipulation. Her puppets are powerful and can block basic attacks and ever weapons. She usually uses them when she is backed into a corner and has no other choice. Afterwards, Sumiyaka is drained and needs to regain her strength by feeding, something she still regrets. [B]Personality:[/B] Sumiyaka is a recluse, plain and simple. She takes no pleasure in others pain and regrets that the only way she can survive is to feed on others blood. When she can, she will find a hospital and break into their stores, feeding on the medical supplies instead, it's something that other vampires have scolded her for. She is, however, a fighter and refuses to give up even when she's in the most dire of situations. She's also grown to be quite arrogant, refusing help form others when she needs it most. [B]Bio:[/B] Back when Sumiyaka with the Gwyar clan, she was a follower...a puppet that the elders manipulated. She was powerful but had no will and that was what pulled her right down below her friends. Now, Sumiyaka has left her clan and one of her best friends behind, she refuses to even acknowledge her old name and is known only as Breeze, or Sumiyaka. She gained this nickname from her travels in Japan when a woman who 'disappeared like the wind' was reported to be seen in a hospital, feeding on cold blood stores. After tracking down Kuroichi, Sumiyaka decided to join with him and became his lover, the reasons behind this decision are still unknown, but Sumiyaka is settling into the power she now holds nicely. She was granted the South Wing, a weapon forged by Kuroichi himself and she practices constantly, wielding it expertly along with her shinai. She is either a brilliant actress or is actually falling in love with Kuroichi, she does whatever he asks and seems to thoroughly enjoy his company though she has been talking to Dusk much more since his arrival. [B]Other:[/B] Sumiyaka is rather paranoid; any mention of her old clan members sets her off. She is also known to love children; she will risk her life if one is in danger. ---- [B]And there we have it, children. Thank you for waiting..[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]So this thread is for questions, discussion or comments on the RP. Use it well, friends. [B][U]World Leaders:[/U][/B] [B][U]American Leader-[/U][/B] [B]Resides:[/B] Washington DC [B]Gender: [/B] Male A man with enough wits to know if his advisors aren?t making responsible decisions. He cares a lot for his people and only wishes for them to be happy, though the idea of Africa?s wealth does sometimes make him wish that the World Union wasn?t formed. He has been known to make bad decisions, once he almost sparked a war with Japan, a simple mistake that was quickly ironed out. [B][U]British Leader-[/U][/B] [B]Resides:[/B] London [B]Gender:[/B] Female Some call her heartless, others call her rational. This woman knows what she wants and she will get it, her sharp wit and sharper tongue instil respect and some fear in the rest of the Big Five. She would never intentionally hurt her people, but if it makes a way for a better world, she would not be afraid to change that. [B][U]African Leader-[/U][/B] [B]Resides:[/B] Cape Town [B]Gender:[/B] Male A jolly man who enjoys his food and drink and his money more. He is surrounded by booming industry, with his country producing enough gems and gold to keep him a billionaire for life. He jokes around and does not enjoy meeting, even though he is kind his advisors have made bad decisions which have caused his people to be unhappy with them, it is just his laziness which makes him a seemingly less intelligent leader than the others. [B][U]Australian Leader-[/U][/B] [B]Resides:[/B] Sydney [B]Gender:[/B] Female A quiet woman, but a genius of war tactics and industrial ideas. She, unfortunately, has no confidence in herself and feels threatened by the other leaders, especially Japan. Her advisors are excellent and think in the same way she does, she trusts them like she trusts no other and they work as a unit. Not many people know of her as a leader, and the American Leader has talked of replacing her on more than one occasion. [B][U]Japanese Leader-[/U][/B] [B]Resides:[/B] Tokyo [B]Gender:[/B] Male Starting off as a businessman, he has grown to be one of the richest men in the world next to the leader of Africa. He is serious and uptight, his suits always pressed and his hair perfect. He believes that war should be made an option should the need ever arise and he is more than ready for a revolution just to get the need for war form his system. A master of the martial arts and a brilliant war tactician, the other leaders of the Big Five turn to him for advice. [B]America[/B] and [B]Britain[/B] control many subjects, together they make a massive force and when combined, their army is almost unstoppable. [B]America[/B] concentrates on agriculture, supplying most of the world with the essential foods. [B]Britain[/B] is also known for it?s powerful navy. Even though [B]Japan [/B] has a larger navy, [B]Britain[/B] has concentrated on training her troops to be the perfect fighting machines. Britain also assists in [B]America[/B] with agriculture while they also have many farms for meat in [B]Russia[/B] and [B]Germany[/B]. [B]Australia[/B] has a strong navy but not much with anything else. She has quite a few large and well-known factories to her name as well as some heavy industry centres. [B]Africa[/B] is massive in heavy industry and supplies the rest of the world with iron, steel and coal especially. She also has many gem and gold mines. [B]Africa[/B] is by far the richest country, and her leader makes it known. [B]Japan[/B] is the warhead centre, controlling most nuclear weapons and all the latest technology. The smartest scientists live there, many cures are being discovered each year, but with cure comes disease and they are currently researching biological weapons. The Rebel leaders are based in Japan, America, Britain, Australia, France, China and Egypt. There you have it, thank you for being interested ^_^[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed][CENTER]Years into the future and civilisation seems to have gone backwards. The time of the Russian Revolution long forgotten by historians, Communism brought by the Bolsheviks no more than a rumour around old people. Capitalism brought by Hitler and the fearsome Nazi Army. Dictatorship, Totalitarian Leaders, Genocide, our world is too good for those things, surely! No one would ever go back to the backward ways of the past. The children of the day aren?t even taught those things anymore. No, they learn of the great things that Presidents and Prime Ministers of the last Century gave to them. Money, oil power, without those things we would not be where we are today. A World Union. For the last two hundred years, all countries of the world have formed into one United Nation. No more wars and no more arguments over land, the leaders of today are picked not for their wealth but for their sense and kindness. Granted, this method has worked miracles?but not everyone can always be happy. Stalin proved that all those years ago with his attempt at a Communist regime. Whereas the ones who went against him then were outspoken and systematically hunted down, people of today are more reserved. They are good actors. Every country can?t be happy. You will have the main heads of the WU, seated in each HQ. The American leader resides in Washington DC, the White House long gone, instead a solid steel and glass dome standing in it?s place. The British leader, she is seated where Buckingham Palace once stood. The Royal Family have died out; the last ones mysteriously disappeared after the last attempt at revolution, fifty years ago. Africa?s leader sits in an ornate room in Cape Town, a city once known for it?s beauty now one of the largest industrial cities in the World Union. Japan?s leader is in the centre of Tokyo, head of the technological and weapons development of the World Union. Australia?s leader, the least known of the Big Five, is in Sydney. A woman who has the mind of a genius, but the mannerisms of a weak, silent child, She prefers to sign papers and let her advisors make the decisions. All heads of the WU, all important in their own right. Europe comes under the control of Britain, while South America adheres to North America?s rules. China has merged with Japan and the Islands surrounding Australia all come under the same name. Whereas many people are content with following the rules of being equal and never wanting more than their country provides, there are the underground groups planning for something big. Just as the peasants of Russia did almost two thousand years ago, these people will do again. A revolution, the likes of which no country has ever experienced. They will start in America, take out its leader and replace him with one of their own, one who has already been chosen. Next, Britain will fall, followed by Australia. With combined forces of Australia and Britain?s navy, Japan will fall. Africa will be last, with them having the largest land army. The combined forces of the new World Union will crush them and eliminate the final member of the Big Five. The World will go back to the way it was, go back in time to move forwards. It will take a long time and although many will die, it will be for the best. At least, that?s the plan. The 7 leaders of the rebel groups are all headed to America to meet with the leader in Washington, there a meeting will be held to plan the exact movements and dates of the Revolution. Something that never featured in the plan was information being leaked out. Somehow, the Australian leader has heard of talks of World Revolution and has met with two other members of the Big Five, Japan and Africa. America is being alerted, with Britain being told to build her land forces within Europe. Revolution has always been violent, but this attempt of over-throw will be the worst yet. A bloodbath, a war, death count in the Billions. World Revolution. ****[/CENTER][/COLOR] [RIGHT]Watched Animal Farm today in History, knew I had to do something along the lines of Communism ideals and Revolution. I love Russian History too much! Basically, I will allow about 10 people into this (if I even get that many interested), there are 7 places for underground group leaders (I?ve taken one) and there are 5 places of the World Union leaders. Check the Underground thread for more information on leaders and the countries etc. I?ll be taking the place of the British rebel leader. This RP is tactical; I want everyone to remember that. It will be good if we have people playing World Leaders talking tactics in PMs and Rebel Leaders doing the same. It will mean that the other side will not expect what is going to happen. No stupid acts here, either. The positions are each very important. You are commanding an army and if you make a foolish mistake and someone spots it they will take advantage of it, if they don?t notice but I do, I will alert you that something awfully bad is about to happen to your character, country, or army. A mistake is a mistake and it will be punished, everyone has to remember that. If a leader makes one mistake, then they may be killed off. I?ve never tried an RP like this so some help will be appreciated if I need it ^_^; Now, the sign ups, feel free to check the Underground thread for more information. [B][U]Sign up-[/U] Name: Codename:[/B] (Optional) [B]Country: Position:[/B] (ie. Rebel leader/World Leader) [B]Gender: Age: Appearance: Preferred Weapon:[/B] (By this I mean hand held, no bazookas and no made up weapons.) [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Bio:[/B] Totally optional, World leaders don?t have to bother with this. Rebels, it may be better for you to see why you?re against the new World Union. I?d like at least two World Leaders and three Rebel group leaders, if possible.[/RIGHT] [COLOR=Red][B]Japanese rebel Leader saved for Reise[/B].[/COLOR] [/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Ah, Reise, you and I will be sharing an area then. Can you say flat mate?! XD Actually...that would be awful, we'd deafen our neighbours! Mr. Joko, sir, you wanted me to post so that you could get the start of the cast list up. So why have you not posted it yet?[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Getting through all of that information took quite a while, but the island sounds, frankly, enchanting. It is almost exactly how I'd imagine the Boards to be if they were a city, at some points even better. Seeing as I am an 'Arena-Baby' I just love how you described everything there. I really am looking forward to the start of this RP, so I hope you get everyone together very soon. Great work, Joko, I'm very proud of you and awed by your skills of description. ^_~[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Alan looked at various pictures spread out on the table in front of him. Methuselah was at the other side, a mug of coffee in her hands, it seemed a permanent fixture these days, Alan wondered if she?d slept at all in the last 48 hours. ULX stood back and watched the two detectives. He?d read through the case files and autopsy report the night before, and Methuselah had been so kind as to show him the drop point (Alan insisted that it wasn?t the actual scene of the crime). With all the snow, most evidence such as footprints was gone, the detectives had to hope that CSI and CST had managed to lift all the evidence possible. Alan opened his mouth as if to speak and placed a fingertip on one of the photos. One that showed her neck, bruises and scratches across it. There had been no sign of asphyxiation, so Alan assumed that the vic had been in a fight. As he looked closer, he noticed that the wounds looked like burns more than scratches. Just as he looked up to speak to Methuselah, Mimmi knocked and entered, a slip of paper in her hand. Alan shut his mouth, the thought of what he was going to mention forgotten. [B]?The victim?s name was Kagome-chan.? [/B] She said quickly, her voice flat and un-emotional, she always seemed to get like that with the new member cases, they got to her like they did to Alan. ULX stepped forward and nodded in thanks, taking the paper from her. He swiped at some strands of hair falling about his face and looked at the name again. [B]?Alan, Methuselah, do you want to check this out??[/B] both detectives nodded and Methuselah stepped forward to take the slip of paper from ULX. He smiled at her, a taunting smile rather than the old warm smile he used to greet her with. She matched him with a cold stare and brushed past him into the corridor, one hand rubbing her temple as she exited the office. Alan followed and put a hand on her shoulder, [B]?You need rest.?[/B] Methuselah shook her head and smiled wearily,[B] ?No, I need to see this guy caught and show him,?[/B] she paused and Alan noticed the change in her voice, [B]?I?I need to show ULX that I can handle this myself.?[/B] Alan chuckled at the last comment and immediately he saw the anger flash in Methuselah?s eyes, [B]?I?m not laughing at you, Meth.?[/B] He stated, [B]?I just can?t believe that you actually think you need to prove yourself to an asshole like him.?[/B] Methuselah sighed and they continued walking, re-checking the address with Mimmi. [B]?What happened between you two, anyway??[/B] His partner suddenly went very stiff and he noticed her fists clench, [B]?Things that I don?t feel like I want to discuss. Nothing personal, Alan, but I want to forget about [I]him[/I]?I want to forget about [I]us[/I].?[/B] She opened the passenger side door and climbed in, looking out of the steamed up window as soon as her belt was fastened. Alan gripped the wheel and shook his head, starting the engine. [B]?Methu-? ?Leave it.?[/B] **** Alan hoped they found some leads; a tired and irate Methuselah wasn?t someone who he wanted to work with. The apartment was nothing special; a one bed roomed on suite with a moderate kitchen and living area. Basics, really, something that all new members were supplied with. Judging by the scant few possessions that were neatly placed around the apartment, Kagome-chan couldn?t have been more than 10 days registered. Methuselah went to the bedroom while Alan slowly picked around the living area, checking for any areas to alert the CSI to. He checked a bookshelf, nothing but manga there; a couple of Anime DVDs. That?s when he realised the problem. DVDs meant that this member had a DVD player; some old members didn?t even have them so how would a member of 10 days have something so expensive? He turned and saw a large cabinet, the door only slightly opened. He pulled it ajar and smirked, something was definitely not right here. What he found was a DVD/VHS recorder, a 42?? plasma flat screen and what looked to be surround sound. As he looked to the corners of the room there was indeed the speakers for a surround sound system and tucked into the corner was a large 6 disc changer stereo. He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, Hevn and he both had good jobs and they wouldn?t be able to afford stuff like this. In the bedroom, Methuselah was busy picking through Kagome-chan?s chest of draws. She found the usual things a young woman would have, but then the last drawer held something else. A rosewood box with gold clasps, a heart carved on the lid. Methuselah blinked and lifted out the box, opening it gently. What she found surprised her, at least 10 letters all with the same hand writing on the front, all accompanied by a heart shaped wax seal. She sat down on the member?s old bed and opened one of the letters, one that was dated for just last week. [I]My love, The phone call we shared last night was wonderful, your voice was so sweet it just enchanted me, I know now that I have to meet you. I have to see you, see your beautiful face up close. Please, reply to me as soon as you can. Forever yours. xxx[/I] No name, no signature, just those three crosses. A sign of romance, but Methuselah couldn?t help but wonder why a member which such colourful language would be with one so new, it was unheard of. She felt something stir inside her, whether it was anger or something else, she didn?t know. Envy? Yes, she?d felt it before and seeing these letters?these signs of affection made her shake. It was only when Alan was asking her what had happened did she realise that she was crying. [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Character building opportunities just keep popping up all over the place, heh. Finally the detectives are actually doing their job, ULX may possibly make himself useful, too. Now I know that you won't have a problem with me insulting you in this, dear, just bare with me for now. Not much else to comment on, just for those who may not know; CSI stand for 'Crime Scene Investigators' and CST stands for 'Crime Scene Techs'. [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

The afternoon came, a promising ray of light spreading itself over the Otaku Lounge. The scene was breath taking, the snow around the OBPD building was untouched, no footprints to spoil the perfect white coating that covered the usually ugly tarmac. On a day like this it was hard not to smile, the blizzard of the morning had cleared and all was right with the world. Unless you worked in the Police Force, evil was damn near impossible to escape then. The sound of a car door slamming shut echoed around the near empty parking lot. A young man with a handsome face and grey, unreadable eyes stepped away from the vehicle. His hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, a sore attempt to make himself presentable for the day, the sign of a true bachelor. He pocketed his keys and pulled the collar of his coat up before making his way through the large glass doors to greet Mimmi. She looked up and was slightly taken aback, smiling as she saw the man enter. [B]?Dr. Xion, how good it is to see you again!? [/B] He smiled and nodded, striding over to the front desk to shake the woman?s hand. [B]?Yes, it?s been a while,? [/B] he chuckled, [B]?It?s good to be back again.?[/B] [B]?Which case is it you?re working on??[/B] Mimmi enquired, sitting back down behind her keyboard. [B]?Ah yes,?[/B] Xion reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled slip of paper, [B]?Case No. 004, a Jane Doe found two days ago.?[/B] Mimmi?s hands sped across the keyboard and she pulled up the case file, setting it to print, [B]?That would be Detective Alan and Detective Methuselah?s case.?[/B] Xion coughed and leant on the desktop, taking the first few sheets of report, [B]?Meth??[/B] His voice was calm, casual as always, another addition to the young Doctor that made him unreadable. Mimmi nodded and handed the rest of the papers to him along with an envelope. He scrawled ?Case #004-New Member-Jane Doe? across the top and slid the envelope into his bag, nodding once again to Mimmi. [B]?It was good to see you again.?[/B] **** Reise had left only half an hour ago and Methuselah couldn?t have waited any longer. That man drove her to wits end and the fact that he knew it made her sick. She ran long fingers through her hair and sighed deeply, case files and crime scene photos spread across the table in front of her. Drix had decided to give Alan the day off, the same had been offered to Methuselah but, as always, she declined. [I]?Somehow a day at home, all alone, with nothing to do in weather like this won?t be the most enjoyable of times.? [/I] had been her brutally sarcastic reply. Drix hadn?t appreciated it; Methuselah suspected that days off wouldn?t be so readily available in the future. A knock at her door startled her and she pulled herself from the flashing screen of her computer to open it. Standing there, a small smile on his face, stood ULX, AKA Dr Xion, the Miracle Shrink, a name he claimed to despise but Methuselah suspected he himself had created. [B]?Long time no see,?[/B] he said, his voice just above a whisper as he leant in through the doorway, [B]?Going to invite me in??[/B] his eyes scanned Methuselah?s office space, papers covered the desk and old medical and criminal textbooks covered the shelves. Dust was eminent on most untouched surfaces and a wilting fern sat glumly on top of the cold, metal filing cabinet. Methuselah groaned and stepped back the let the psychologist in, [I]?I thought my day couldn?t get any worse??[/I] **** [I]Can you see me? Do you know that I am watching you, every step you take, and your every destination? I know your movements, know your patterns. Soon, I will know how you think. You enjoy these walks out, time you spend by yourself while everyone else is out at work, it must be nice to be so new...so insignificant that no work is even there for you. How I despise you. Sitting on a bench, wrapped up so tightly in a new fur coat, living off what our moronic government hands to you every week. They think they have the situation under control, what fools. You people are so easily able to take advantage of their every decision, what a carefree life. I bet those detectives have jumped to the usual conclusion, how they got to where they are today I?ll never know. People just don?t appreciate the unspoken genius of a careful planner. Alan pushing ahead with his strong words and ready trigger, Methuselah always following in his intimidating shadow, too scared to even open her windows at night, let alone her heart. You don?t know me, you see me in the street and push right past. But I know you, I know you all very well. You see, the clever ones?the survivors, we stay in the shadows and wait?wait for the opportunity to strike. Soon, very soon, this fertile soil will taste your blood.[/I] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Well, I do hope that made up for the awful excuse for an addition yesterday >_< About half of the major characters have now been introduced so the next few parts will be focussing more on the crime rather than the activities of the characters. (Hurrah!) Comments and suggestions please, I love to read them ^_^ [B]Note for Mimmi:[/B] I know you asked to be a waitress *loves your buns* But I wanted to keep you in as a regular character so I had to put you as someone who could come back easily, secretary seemed to fit you well. I hope you like the cameo, do tell me if there's something you want changing or if you want me to add anything. That goes for the other characters, too, I don't want to misrepresent anyone too badly.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

A blizzard had kicked up making travel around the OB practically impossible. A young man in his mid-twenties sat at the wheel of his silver BMW, an expensive car for one so young. His fingers tapped absently at the black leather, his head bobbing to the base of an old rock song. Work was never stressful for Reise; he made sure that it wasn?t. Finally the snow-plough ahead moved revealing a passage through the white banks of snow and Reise continued on his way, now only a few miles from his destination. The beep of his cell alerted his attention and he switched off the radio before taking the call. [B]?Why hello Miss. Methuselah, so nice of you to call.?[/B] His voice was smug and he could hear the irritation in the detective?s voice, last time he had seen her she had come close to quitting her case. [B]?I didn?t call you for small talk, I saw reports of the storm. Are you still coming?? ?I wouldn?t miss this for the world.? ?Damn, I thought not.? [/B] Reise chuckled and accelerated, pulling around the corner to see the large concrete mass that was the OBPD and Central Security buildings. Methuselah sighed down the phone, obviously having looked out of her office window. [B]?I?ll see you in a few.?[/B] Then the line went dead. Reise switched off his phone and pocketed it as he unclasped his seatbelt, slamming the car door shut. He walked towards the front gates and was greeted by a serious Security Guard, Reise nodded curtly and walked inside, showing his press-pass to the secretary at the front desk. [B]?Ah yes, Mr Reise. Detective Methuselah has asked for you to be shown to the conference room, please follow me.? [/B] Reise followed the woman, his hands buried deep in his pockets. The building was magnificent; James certainly went all out on it. Large paintings adorned the walls, sculptures on every corner and various awards all added to the character of what could have been a cold and depressing place. The sound of a door opening pulled Reise back to attention and he saw the face of Methuselah, eyes bagged from a night of hard work. She nodded to the secretary and smiled weakly, [B]?Thank you, Mimmi. Could you please deliver this report to Drix ASAP??[/B] Mimmi nodded and took the brown envelope, nodding to Reise as she shut the door behind him. The detective squared her gaze onto Reise?s young face, it was quite obvious that she wasn?t in the mood for pesky reporters. [B]?Before you start I want to make it clear that I am not the lead in this case and that Alan will be the one who gives to the final statement, understood??[/B] Reise nodded and sat down at the large oak table, a coffee already prepared for him. [B]?Now, let?s get down to business.?[/B] **** Alan sat at a modest table in his kitchen, knowing with some satisfaction that he did not have to be out in the awful weather. Annie had e-mailed the full autopsy report to him the night before just as she had promised and even now he was just finishing the grim task of reading it. [I]Multiple lacerations to the back and shoulders. Hairline fracture to the right temple. Bruising on the wrists and ankles shows victim was bound before death.[/I] So it continued, a myriad of injuries and wounds to one woman?s corpse. It wasn?t just a murderer they were dealing with, it was a madman. Alan sipped at his orange juice, draining the glass. He suddenly found that his mouth had gone dry, this wasn?t the kind of thing he needed to wake up to. The soft patter of footsteps on the stairs caused him to look up and smile. Hevn walked into the kitchen and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his forehead. Sleep was still eminent in her eyes and she stretched before popping some bread into the toaster. [B]?Sleep well?? [/B] Alan asked, tucking the report under the paper. Hevn always asked the work stayed at the office, he told her that it was near impossible but he could at least try. [B]?Not really.? [/B] She replied, sitting opposite him. [B]?I had a bad dream.? ?Oh??[/B] Alan leaned over and took her hand, playing with her fingers gently in an attempt to soothe her. [B]?It was horrible and so realistic.?[/B] She continued, [B]?A body found in a back alley and you were there, leaning over it. You were crying and blood was on your hands. I don?t know??[/B] she stopped and shook her head, fixing a smile onto her face. [B]?But this isn?t the kind of thing to talk about over breakfast.?[/B] Alan nodded and smiled back, even if it didn?t go to his eyes. Having bad dreams was one thing, but something like that? It was worrying. [I]?Maybe the job is just making me paranoid.'[/I] Alan laughed to himself, [I]?That must be it??[/I] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Meh, sorry if that part wasn't as good as the others. Just trying to pull the other characters in, I couldn't exactly bring Reise in with a gruesome murder ^_^;; Next part wil be better, as you can see I'm leading up to something else. ULX, I promise that you'll be in the next bit, sorry I didn't fit you in this time. I'm in the mood for writing so I may end up finishing the next part by tonight, fingers crossed.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]I told you on MSN but I'll tell you here again. I really liked this and I'm glad you're not going for the comedy approach. I do enjoy your parodies but serious is always the way to go for me. I'm am also elated that I?m in this chapter, I hope that dear Methuselah will be appearing again ^_~ Looking forward to Chapter 2, keep 'em coming.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]^_^ I'm so happy that everyone likes this so far *huggles Mimmi* I'd be more than happy to put you in, I'm very glad you like the story and I'm quite flattered, hehe. I'm sorry there's been a big delay for the next part of this chapter, I've been busy with school and the flu has got me down, I'm going to try and have it done by Monday or tomorrow. Reise guessed who the mystery man was a while ago and he got the cookie, it is ULX and both he and Reise will be making their entrance's in the next part.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]I don't know too much about my family's history, I really should look into finding our records... [U]Mothers side:[/U] My Grandma is Scottish while my Grandfather was English. He was in the Navy and met her when they docked in Dundee. Later she went back with him to live in Liverpool but hated it and the in-laws, heh. When my Granddad left with the Navy she went back to Scotland and had my Uncle. Mum says that she, her sister and younger brother were all born in Liverpool. [U]Fathers side:[/U] We suspect that there is some Roman far back because he has a lot of traits that would suggest it. Also, even though both my grandparents on his side are English, there was a lot of family involved in the sea so there's a chance some of my ancestors came here from other continents. We also think that there's some German in the family, a lot of English have German blood in them 'cause of the war and all that. So...yeah, there?s my brief family history.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]I really liked both the chapters but I wasn't mentioned in either of them *sad*. I really liked the Messenger the best what with the doodles in the sand being some sort of evil deed, heh heh. The beach sounds lovely; as I look outside my window I see grey. I want a beach ;_;[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]I remember the days when I used to shut the radio off when something like Linkin Park or Eminem came on. I hated that kind of music, that was when I was into Brittney and Spice Girls *shudder* I have to thank my friend Melissa for getting me into Linkin Park when I moved over here to England. I guess it was cool to hate rock music in South Africa and I needed all the 'cool-points' that I could get, heh. I was in her dad's car and he blasted us both with Linkin Park's Hybrid Theory album and I was taken in right then. I loved their music and now I have all of there albums. other bands which friends have introduced me to are- [U]Sum41-[/U] By my friend Tanya in South Africa. She had downloaded 'Fat Lip' and we air guitared all afternoon trying to learn the words. I later bought two of their albums, I think they've gotten worse though, sad to say. [U]Theory of a Deadman-[/U] Trevor (Unborn Lord Xion) sent one of their songs to me and it made me cry. It was 'The Last Song' and for some reason it just made me go all gooey. I still cry sometimes when I listen to it. [U]Eve6-[/U] Another band that Trev introduced me to, that boy is a life saver. I?d never even heard of Eve6, but as I listen to them now, it dawns on me that they are bloody brilliant. [U]Curve-[/U] I downloaded some of their songs after seeing Shin's thread on the OB. Thought they were cool, 'Weekend' is a brilliant song. There are probably more, but those are the ones that spring to mind. All of them brilliant bands, quite a few of them risen to be my favourites.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Tattle tail is a rather childish term, isn't it? If someone is smoking a cigarette, I couldn't care less. Something like marijuana, a hallucinogen, on the other hand could endanger them or could end up disrupting the school. I've known people who do cocaine in our school, given, I didn't tell the teachers about that. They actually offered me some and I turned it down, I was worried that they would come and beat the crap out of me if I told anyone. A hallucinogen could and most probably would cause them to be rowdy and personally I don?t want people like that in my lessons disrupting my education which I have a right to. But if someone has been smoking then you should have the right to tell a teacher, as it is illegal. Basically you are saying that if I saw someone murder another I shouldn't tell the police because that would be 'telling' and 'everyone breaks the law sometimes'. I?m sorry, but your attempt at making me feel guilty leaves a gaping hole for other excuses. Laws are there for a purpose; in the case of ULX he was treated a little more extreme than he probably should have been for someone just saying he smelt of spoke. But like I say again, the law is there for a purpose, I refuse to be pulled into a debate over it. You think this law is unjust, tell the government.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Annie stood in the morgue, quietly looking at the corpse laid out in front of her on the cold, steel table. Her table, her territory. This place was hers and anyone who entered was well aware of the fact. She had laid down the rules long ago and it would be hell for anyone who broke them. Many good cops kept and awed respect for Annie and that was something that she had built up to perfection. A Queen is not easily taken from her throne, Annie was not toppled from her steel fortress of respect. Her assistant, Jokopoko, stood by the tray of equipment at the side of the table and rechecked that they were perfectly clean and in order. Annie snapped her mask on and pulled on milky white latex gloves, preparing to delve into the most obvious injury, a heavy blow to the right side of the ribcage. With her scalpel poised, Annie heard a sharp knock on her door, she turned to see the obviously stressed face of Detective Alan. [B]?Alan, I thought you weren?t going to make it, where?s Detective Methuselah??[/B] [B]?Obviously not with me.?[/B] Was Alan?s cold reply, he crossed the room to stare at the corpse in front of him, Annie throwing her hands up in defence, [B]?Didn?t mean to hit a rough spot, what?s up??[/B] Alan drew in a ragged breath and shook his head; some loose strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. [B]?Sorry, Annie, I just can?t stand these hate crimes...?[/B] Annie nodded and patted his back quickly, [B]?Probably best if Meth isn?t here, in that case.?[/B] [B]?Ready?? [/B] Alan quickly moved Annie on but she decided to over look the obvious change of subject, handing a mask to Alan. He snapped the elastic once and placed the mask over his face, watching with the same hidden disgust he always bit back as Annie began to probe the wound for any evidence. [B]?Nothing spectacular,?[/B] she muttered, [B]?just some silver flakes, most likely paint.?[/B] [B]?Think it was a tool of some sort?? [/B] Alan questioned, keeping as far away from Annie as possible. She shrugged as she took the tweezers from Jokopoko, dropping the flakes into a bowl before answering, [B]?Most probably, it was a heavy one, no doubt. Look here.?[/B] [B]?Do I have to?? ?Alan.?[/B] Annie signalled to her assistant and he nodded, reaching for two clamps. He passed one to Annie while gripping the skin and muscle closest to him, pulling back to open the already gaping wound. Annie clamped her side and repeated the process, revealing shattered bone, seeping wounds on the muscle lining and a large open tear along the lung, a piece of jagged rib jammed into it. [B]?No doubt that was the cause of death.?[/B] She pointed to the lung and shook her head. [B]?Her lungs would have filled with blood and body fluids, she drowned slowly and no doubt painfully from her own liquids.?[/B] [B]?But all these other injuries??[/B] Alan whispered in slight shock, starting to fully realise the full extent of the young woman?s beating. Annie shrugged and didn?t raise her gaze from the corpse, [B]?I can?t be certain which was the first or final blow as of yet,? [/B] she paused and turned to Alan, looking him sternly in the eyes, [B]?But I?m certain that the perp. continued to beat her after she was dead.?[/B] Annie went on to point out the clear marks of injury to the skin but the lack of bruising that should have occurred, this, she explained, was due to the fact that her heart would have stopped pumping and the blood would have stopped flowing. That was all Alan heard, he felt his own blood pounding in his eardrums, an inexplicable rage brewing in his chest, his heart pounding viciously at his ribcage. [I]?What was it like??[/I] He thought, looking at the Jane Doe on the table, [I]?To know that you would die and you couldn?t stop it??[/I] He looked at Annie who had stopped talking and was staring intently at him, [B]?I think you should go home, I?ll e-mail my finding to you by eleven tonight.?[/B] **** Methuselah blinked sleep from her eyes and glanced to her watch, discarded on the cluttered desk beside her laptop. The screen was practically blank save for a couple of sentences quickly typed out in Word, the multiple spelling errors evidence of her fatigue. Something had woken her up, and whatever it was would get it?once she found the damn thing. The detective stretched and winced as her spine cracked, she slumped back to the desk and whimpered, not looking forward to the report that she had to finish for the next day. It was only 9 o?clock and yet she was exhausted. [I]?That?s what you get for staying back for the job??[/I] she thought, shaking her head. Lately there had been a lot of cases that had screamed for her attention and Methuselah was not a woman who ignored her duties, even if it did push her a whisper from insanity. She rolled her shoulders and noticed her cell it?s screen flashing blue. Someone had called her, which was what woke her up. She fumbled for the phone, her brain too tired to bother with the extremities of fingers. After managing to flip the phone cover, she had one missed call and a message. First she checked her voice mail and groaned as she heard the voice down the receiver. It was Reise, a well known reporter in the OB, he wasn?t one of those spiteful reporters that everyone hated but he did have a knack for calling at the most inappropriate of times. Next she checked the message, Reise could wait until tomorrow for the two-sentence statement that she always gave him this close to the crime?s occurrence. When Methuselah saw who had sent the message she almost dropped her cell, her heart thudding loudly. She gulped and opened it up, a simple message of [B]?[I]I?m back in town, I?ll drop by tomorrow.?[/I][/B] Was on the screen in clear black print. She shook her head clear and closed her laptop, grabbing for her keys and bag. She could finish the report at home in the comfort of her own office. She wasn?t ready to face him again, not while she was in this mess. [COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]There's the next instalment of Chapter 1 ^_^ Thanks for the positive feedback, I appreciate it much. I could have made this bit longer but I...chose not to XD obviously. Find out in the next part who the mystery man is messaging Methuselah, you get a cookie if you guess it right =P The thing I said in the first post still counts, I'd like any volunteers for the story, thanks much.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Last school year, after it had snowed, I remember we were having some stupid ice fight with a few guys in the year above us. Since there wasn't enough snow to throw, we ended up throwing some slushy bits of ice, but it was just my luck to grab a pretty solid piece. A threw it at this guy, he bent down, it hit him in the face and slit his eyebrow open, just missing his eye. I didn?t realise this at the time, all I saw was him grab his face and I just thought it had annoyed him. So I ran in fear of him hitting me, later, when I looked back he blood all over his face and hand. Now I know that was my fault up to that point but it was a genuine accident. I apologised to him but he wouldn?t have it. He even said that if I walked through this ice-cold puddle and fetched the rocks he threw in from the bottom that he would accept my apology and wouldn?t tell the teachers. I, stupidly, did what he said and actually got sick because of it. Next day I?m pulled into the principal?s office and threatened with the police for ?assault?. We were both asked to give our accounts of what had happened and the idiot claimed that I didn?t apologise. I could have easily told the teacher what he made me do but chose not to, the one thing that gave me satisfaction was his guilty look when I literally burst into tears. I?ve never even had a detention before and suddenly his dad wants me arrested, so I was getting pretty stressed. In the end the teachers believed it was an accident and I haven?t heard anything since. I?ve still got a perfect record and he?s never even made eye contact with me again. But on another note of what happened to you, ULX. I think you have to see it from their point of view. I can understand that you?re annoyed about being falsely accused for something that drastic but I would have told a teacher if I smelt someone and I thought they?d been smoking. I?m not saying you don?t have a right to be annoyed, but maybe you just have to look at it form another side of the argument?it is the law, after all.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkGreen]Kuroichi looked taken aback but Sumiyaka merely smiled, walking closer to him. [B]"I've been thinking that this would be the best decision."[/B] Kuroichi narrowed his eyes and raised himself to his full height, looking down at the woman in front of him.[B] "I don't trust you."[/B] Sumiyaka laughed, [B]"Of course you don't, you're not stupid!"[/B] Kuroichi stepped back and looked at Sumiyaka with a look of clear confusion, he didn't know what this woman was up to but if she indeed wanted to join his cause, she would be of great help. He considered this for a moment before Sumiyaka broke the short silence, sidling up to him and slipping an arm around his waist, [B]"You know you could easily kill me if I betrayed you anyway..."[/B] The male vampire couldn't help but agree, she was no match for him and they both knew it, so there wasn't really anything to lose. [B]"Fine then."[/B] Sumiyaka looked up, [B]"That's it?" "That's it." "No hidden...costs?"[/B] with the she ran two delicate fingers up Kuroichi's neck, tracing his lips with a gentle touch. His eyes flashed but she didn't stop and instead leant up to kiss him lustfully on the lips before pulling back and smirking once again. [B]"And what will you do about that, my Lord?"[/B][/COLOR] [B]OOC =P Thought I'd take full advantage of that pretty 'S' rating you got there, babe.[/B][/SIZE]

[B][U]Chapter One[/U][/B] Warm breath quickly turned to steam on a brisk Saturday morning just on the outskirts of the OB?s largest city, Otaku Lounge, also known as n00b Central. One of the detectives shook his head solemnly as he stared at the brutally beaten corpse sprawled on the snow, a slow crimson flow marring the once serene beauty of this peaceful field. The detective looked to his partner as she crouched to take a closer look at the corpse, careful not to disturb the area more than necessary. [B]?This is brutal, Alan.?[/B] She muttered. Alan dipped his head in muted agreement, clenching his fists in his deep pockets. [B]?CSU will be here soon.? [/B] It was the first time he had spoken since the pair arrived at the scene. This case had shocked him more than usual, not that he would let his partner sense it, he was the lead and she was the follower, if he let that slip the good working relationship that they had would no doubt crumble from underneath them. [B]?Methuselah.?[/B] His voice was calm but quiet, his usual tone of humour lost to the seriousness of the situation. Winter dampened everyone?s spirits, as did a violent murder. Methuselah stood, a few snowflakes had settled in her red hair as it blew in the frigid breeze. She looked at Alan who immediately turned his gaze to the custom black Audi that they often used for crime scene visitation. [B]?You need a coffee.? [/B] Alan nodded stiffly as his fellow detective placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. [B]?Annie will be here soon??[/B] Methuselah nodded in affirmation and continued toward the car. Annie was one of, if not the best, Medical Examiner in OB and she knew it. [B]?You wonder why they do it, eh?? [/B] Methuselah?s voice lowered as she slipped into the drivers side, slamming the door a little harder than usual.[B] ?A helpless New Member like that, I mean, what?s there to gain? Probably had no more than ten posts to her name, wouldn?t have any real valuable possessions??[/B] Alan cut her short, his tone cold and angry, [B]?I fucking hate Elitists.?[/B] **** News spread surprisingly fast around the OB. This, the third New Member homicide to occur within a month, had horrified many. Everyone knew it would happen, that deep-set hatred that resided in those known as Elitists. The Members who would see a new entrant and cringe. The ones who would move if a New Member entered the neighbourhood. The problem with the OB was the system, that had existed for decades, stuck firm, New Members would have to wear an armband that could only be removed by the OB New Member Registration Office (the OB-NM Reg.). After fifty days of residing within the OB, a test was taken on the General Rules. If a suitable grade was attained, the member?s band was removed and they would be allowed to live in safety within the centre of the OB. However, if one did not reach the minimum grade acquired for full membership they were sent away with a red band firmly attached to their right arm. A band that screamed ?failure? to other members. In another fifty days they would take the test again?if they were still around. That?s where to problem arose, Elitists would see these people and view them as unworthy and they became the targets, the victims of vicious hate crimes. It was up to the OB Central Security and Police Department to keep the crimes at a minimum but that was proving to be increasingly difficult. One detective that found the job especially draining was Alan. Maybe it was the idea of weaker ones being wiped out. Harsh reminders of the Holocaust would sting his memory. Ones who killed in the name of class and superiority were cowards, and Alan [I]hated[/I] cowards. Methuselah sat across the white top table from him, her hands gripped around a warm coffee mug. Alan had ignored his coffee, no matter how much he needed the boost his stomach was too knotted to stomach anything. Previously, Alan had worked with Narcotics and never imagined himself to become a high ranking detective in the Homicide Unit. Methuselah was a good partner and helped him through, but he still felt queasy at the site of certain crimes?like those of a murdered child, brutally assaulted women. Methuselah could stomach all this, she had been on the job longer than he had and had aspired to be a Homicide Detective since she was a teenager. Alan shook his head slightly [I]?Pull yourself together? [/I] he scolded himself, deciding to break the awkward silence.[B] ?Know how long the ID will take?? [/B] it was a stupid question but it had the desired effect, at least now the room wasn?t claustrophobic from the heavy silence. [B]?I doubt it will take long,?[/B] Methuselah answered, taking a sip at her coffee, [B]?The face is pretty much intact and fingerprinting will be simple. I?ve already sent a photo to the people at NM Reg. They promised to get back to us as soon as they got the results.?[/B] Alan stayed quiet; drifting off into his own thoughts again, glad that both he and his wife were well respected members, close with the people right at the top. He scoffed and Methuselah looked up questionably. [B]?Fuck respect??[/B] with that, he left for the morgue to see if Annie was ready for the autopsy, leaving his partner with a perplexed expression. [COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Well, this is my attempt at an OB story, not going the usual route of comedy, though. I pulled inspiration from a book I've been reading, 'The Sinner' (read it!) and from Alan's 'n00b Hunter'. I've always wanted to write a murder story, so I hope this does okay. This isn't the end of Chapter 1; I guess it's a sort of introduction to the story. I want to know what people think so that I can improve. Also, I need members to be in this and I need to know what kind of job you would like. Now keep in mind that this will have to tie in with the murder so if you aren't exactly sure what job you'd suit but want to be in, then I'll PM you with suggestions. If no one volunteers for entry, then I'll pull you in anyway, heh heh. I hope Alan and Annie are happy with the jobs I've given them, both of you will be pretty important to the story so you're input will be greatly appreciated. And yes, Alan and Hevn are married in this, think of it as 10 years into the future. Right, comments and crit. are greatly appreciated for this, I want to know if I should bother with the next part of the chapter.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]I actually quite like Valentine's Day, I don't think you have to go all out and spend money on someone, that's not what the holiday is all about. Personally I think the day is for making someone you care for feel good about themselves and show how much you love them, gifts are material, love shouldn't be. I think the nicest Valentine's gift I ever got was when I was about 6, heh. This guy in my year gave me a pencil that said; 'I love you' and a card with the same. It was just a simple gesture but it was very, very cute. Unfortunately, the last Valentine's gift I got was off my ex and my friends practically had to force him into buying it for me. Personally, I would have preferred it if he didn't give me anything at all. I think guys need to understand that the majority of girls would enjoy the gesture of a single rose just as much as an expensive necklace. At least, that's the way I feel. On the other hand, I do love those heart sweets that Xander talked about, they rock. ^_^;[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]I dressed up as Daisuke from Digimon once, it was great fun even though people hated me for it XD. Anime isn't very popular over here so I just kind of wanted to dress up and it wasn't appreciated. I've also dressed as Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing, which was very cool but also didn't go down too well u_u Hm, I can't think of anyone else I've dressed up as...except Thomas the Tank Engine when I was about 4, heh. I glomp people a lot, it's in my nature. I remember knocking down one of my friends when she gave me a present, I just kind of sat on her for a while...very amusing.[/SIZE][/COLOR]