RPG The Vampire of New Orleans

[The Unholy Newt]

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New Orleans Police Department
10:30am - 19 May 1931
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[i]Baz stepped out of his car and headed up the stairs to the Organised Crime Office. As he walked past the stove, he lit it and put a kettle on for coffee. He entered his office and checked the memo office, there was a note from Captain Bradley Russo, the officer in charge of the division.[/i]

Senior Detective Coddlesworth,

[i]Great, already a bad sign, Baz thought to himself. The Chief always called him by his rank and surname whenever he was annoyed with him.[/i]

You are to report to my office the moment you arrive at the office today. Be punctual.

Captain Bradley J. Russo, Head of Division 13: Organised Crime

[i]The day was looking up already. Baz lit up a smoke, finished in one breath, breathed deeply and strolled out of his office. He went up to the Chief's door and knocked.[/i]

[b]Capt. Russo:[/b] Come in.

[i]Baz gritted his teeth and walked into the Chief's office, he was almost knocked down as the Chief's voice hit him.[/i]

[b]Capt. Russo:[/b] WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM CODDLESWORTH!? A F**KING SHOOT OUT IN JACKSON SQUARE!

[b]Baz:[/b] I only shot one person.

[b]Capt. Russo:[/b] Coddlesworth, do you know the amount of paperwork this division has to go through because of you?

[b]Baz:[/b] Yeah, and half of it is sitting on my desk.

[b]Capt. Russo:[/b] I'm not in the mood for your wisecracks, Coddlesworth. One more slip up and you are on suspension. Now get out.

[b]Baz:[/b][i] Straightening up[/i] Yes sir!

[i]As Baz opened the door to leave, he heard several thumps as eavesdroppers were knocked to the floor. He ignored them and went staright to his office. He slumped down in his chair and lit up a cigarette. He heard a voice from the doorway.[/i]

[b]Voice:[/b] What have I told you about smoking those things when I'm around Baz?

[i]Baz turned his chair around to look at the source of the voice. Mia Farrow stood in the doorway looking critically at him.[/i]

[b]Baz:[/b] Go open a window.

[b]Mia:[/b] My, aren't we a bit touchy this morning. Here's your coffee.

[b]Baz:[/b] Thanks. So whats up?

~TUN

[Kain]

Kyle sits at his desk checking over different cases as he sips his cup of coffee.Then a certain file catches his eye.

Kyle: What do we have here?

He looks the file over but he knows someone else is working on this case so he goes to the captain.Kyle knocks on the door then walks in.

Kyle: Um this file was on my desk...

Capt.Russo: I know.

Kyle: Well this is someone elses case not my.

Capt.Russo: I put you on this case as well as some others.

Kyle: But...

Capt.Russo: GET OUT OF HERE!!!YOUR ON THIS CASE SO GET USED TO IT!!!

Kyle: Yes sir....

Kyle slumps down in his chair and takes another sip of his coffee.

[The Unholy Newt]

ooc: Just something I probably forgot to add. The police do not know who Dominic Virelli is. Because if we know who the bad guys are, it kind of takes the point of having an RPG where we are detectives investigating to find out who they are.

~TUN

PS - I can post at the moment since I am in the middle of class.

[Shikaku Kitoku]

OOC: sorry for not giving more information..but i was @ boot camp for a while until i got kicked out *smiles weakly* dunno why though... ne wayz

IC: Dominic paced his office, enraged by the fact that one of his top men decided to be an imicile and get killed, especially by a cop who's last name was Coddlesworth. He shook his head in disgust. There was a knock on the door. Composing himself, Dominic sat down in his chair and said enter.

Monica: You wanted to talk to me father?

Dominic: Yes honey. It seems like Michael was killed, so, because of his ignorance, I need the next best, which, besides you of course, to collect the payment from a *Dominic looked at a slip of paper* Mr. Anderson. It seems he hasn't been keeping up. So, if you would take some time to send some of the boys to teach him a lesson it would be good.

Monica: Of course daddy. I'll get on it right away.

Dominic: Oh, and darling? i told the boys that you aren't going this time...I don't know if that Coddlesworth is on to me, until I do I want you safe by my side.

Monica: But-

Dominic interupted her. "NO BUTS! You heard me. You are all I have left, I don't want to see you get hurt. Now go."

Monica: Yes father.

With that said, Monica left his office and he continued to look through some papers. [I]I can't believe how she is now, just liek me, yet female, who would have thought.[/I] dominic continued looking through his papers thru the night.

[Orien_Xel]

OOC: Note: Michel, my character, is willing to work for anybody, including the cops, for the right price.

[color=blue][i]Michel stepped over the dead bodies of his latest targets. It had been all too easy. He sifted through several of the papers on the desk before finally coming up wit a wad of cash. He grinned and walked out the door. He stashed his Tommy Gun in the trunk before casually driving away, just as the sirens started to get close...[/i][/color]

[Hinata]

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As Monica stepped out of her dad's officre she was furious with the thought of him not wanting her to do the job. Everytime she gets a chance to show her father he always seems to push her back. Not that Monica hated her father, she just wanted to make him happy and she knew that if he didn't keep protecting her that she'd be the one who could do it.

Sh walked down the hall and headed to the room where her father's 'goonies" hung out.

Monica: Here you go Deacon. You all go and hurry we don't want Mr. Anderson to get away with this any longer.

Deacon, one of her father's most rusted knew how to get the job done.

Deacon: I'll get right to it Miss. And I'm sorry that you won't be joining us tonight. I just love you sense of business.

Monica: Are you making fun of me.

Deacon: Of course not ma'am. I'd never do that.

Monica: Just as I thought. But go on now or father'll get mad.

Monica turned sharply and headed out of the door.

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[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Aleksandr sat quietly in his van, wrapped up in his long coat. He stared out the windscreen at the house across the road, not really sure what he was looking for, but quite certain something was a little strange about it. The typical stakeout wasn't helped by lack of fast food. Or the lack of nerdy, high tech, incomprehensible science equipment. Or the fact that Aleksandr had the radio as loud as it would go, or the house's lack of windows and/or activity.

But if anything walked into, or out of the house, Aleksandr would probably be paying attention enough to see it.[/font][/color][/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Ok, what the hell is going on?
Hang on, I can do better than that...

[i]Mia took a critical look at Bazil's desk, and sighed. Wasn't it always the way?[/i]

Mia: Ok, I give up. The shooting?

Baz: I thought people gave up because they didn't know the answer?

Mia: As soon as you pulled that f***ing trigger, I envisioned a rain of paperwork floating down and piling up to your knees.

Baz: Well, for once your premonition was wrong.

Mia: What?

[I]Baz stands and ushers Mia into his chair, pushing it in after her.[/i]

Baz: The paperwork should have been raining down on you.

[i]Baz grabs his coffee and strides out the door, chucking the Captain a salute on his way out. Mia swears loudly and grabs the first file with murder in her thoughts.[/i][/font][/color]