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May 3, 2015 5:38:30 GMT
Post by Admin on May 3, 2015 5:38:30 GMT
The police station was in a quiet uproar, cops boiling all around, papers flying. They had made a drug bust, one that might finally bring down the entire operation they had been working on for months, if not years. The perp was in a cell in the back right now. They had just arrested her coming in from out of town at the train station. Snatched her up baggage and all. They had received some intel that she was a drug mule, but higher up in position than any they had managed to grab before. They had prematurely arrested her and then searched her bags and found nothing. Now, a little desperate to make an official arrest, they planned on taking her to interrogation and getting one of their best to break a confession out of her. If that happened they had a chance. She was led to a room, one that looked like all the others: a rectangular room with one long table and a chair on either side along with a window attached to one wall. A bubble camera was positioned in one corner. She was placed into the chair, a glass of water placed before her and told to wait. A pair of cops watched her from the other side of the one way glass, discussing her. The talk was not professionally related but about what she looked like. She was very beautiful, with a square angular face. Large eyes with irises so dark they appeared black were framed by eyelashes so long and thick they needed not even a touch of mascara. Slanting eyebrows, thick but winged, sloped above perfect, sharp cheekbones. A long, razor sharp nose was perched above a perfect red mouth and stubborn chin. Her jawline was strong. Jet black hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail. She was wearing a black dress that came down to just below her knees and was skin tight the whole way, with black stilettos to complete the look. They revealed a body that was tall and lithe, like a ballet dancer with just enough curve to attract the eye but not so much to get in the way. A minimum of jewelry upped the classy look. Her skin was like polished ivory, pale and perfect. Her hands were clasped in her lap, long-fingered and elegant. A huge, sparkling diamond ring graced her ring finger, but on her right hand. The overall effect was lovely, but in a sharp, edgy way with a hint of frosty cold. The kind of woman who intimidated men. She didn't look around and no expression crossed her face. Isalena DeWinter waited with the patience of a hunter, eyes half lidded.
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Sept 21, 2015 21:04:48 GMT
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Post by alley on Sept 21, 2015 21:04:48 GMT
Officer Angel Archer had grown up accustomed to a hard lifestyle. Being a police officer at all had a great deal of risks, being one in Gothamme some say was pure lunacy. Death among those in law enforcement or fire fighting was a weekly occurance usually, disasters were so frequent. Those that made it had to be good there were no fat donut eating cops in Gothamme, only the fittest most able bodied men and women and sometimes that wasn't enough against those with the abilities. Angel was one of the best of the best, he was well known, popular at the station as well as with the public. He hadn't always lived the straight life when he was young he was a prized fighter in the underground boxing ring. Young men who would nearly beat each other to death for the pleasure of the audience no refs no rules. He had taken his fair share of beatings but had dealt out twice as much, he had been a legend. when he suddenly went straight it came as a shock to everyone, he dropped out of the fighting stopped winning money for those that bet on him. It made many angry believing he owed them something and left because he was a coward. Just like in his old job Angel excelled just as greatly in the department. He played several roles had many capabilities one of which included interrogation. He was brought in from street duty and was only given a very short brief on what was going on. He had already heard of this ongoing operation it had been going on for so long. It had been top secret like many of the projects going on in the city and normally Angel liked to stick to the work that helped the public. But he went where he was asked to go. He headed to the interrogation room armed with only a small folder. Angel had no idea what he was about to walk into. He opened the door and proceeded.
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Chess
Sept 21, 2015 21:18:06 GMT
Post by Admin on Sept 21, 2015 21:18:06 GMT
At the sound of the door her eyes slid across the two way glass to the entry. There they halted and widened slightly. Bone deep shock crossed her face for a plot second, almost too fast to follow before it slid into a polite expression. "Did you see that?" one of the detectives behind the glass whispered to his buddy. The other guy nodded, leaning forward in interest. "Recognition." he agreed. "And surprise." More than anyone else had gotten thus far. Isalena struggled with keeping her voice neutral but did manage. "I was beginning to think I had been forgotten." she commented, rotating on the chair to face the glass, eying it for a second before her eyes latched back onto Angel. She hadn't seen him in a long time.
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Sept 21, 2015 21:47:40 GMT
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Post by alley on Sept 21, 2015 21:47:40 GMT
Angel was very attractive, always had been, he had a defined face and body, sharp features, stunning eyes and a full, shiney head of blonde hair. Very impressionable. He had a scar above his right brow from his fighting days it was still clearly visible, healed but there. When his bright eyes fell upon her face, he revealed nothing. He was well trained, but inside Angels mind was screaming what the actual fuck is this? Calmly he opened the file in his hands and let his eyes skim over it. Hopefully she wouldn't recognize him. Angel went on as if he had no idea. "Sorry to keep you waiting they had to pull me from a crime scene across town. Came as fast as I could."
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Sept 21, 2015 22:07:56 GMT
Post by Admin on Sept 21, 2015 22:07:56 GMT
She saw the game and settled back in her chair, folding her hands calmly. "How considerate of you," she said dryly. She for civilly ordered her heart to calm the hell down and focused on breathing slowly and normally. She had to stay in control now that the interrogation had more officially begun.
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Sept 22, 2015 2:06:00 GMT
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Post by alley on Sept 22, 2015 2:06:00 GMT
His gaze lifted to her again he didn't know how to proceed, didn't want to, not with her. "Did you want a water or a coffee or anything?" He asked sure no one else had made the offer.
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Sept 22, 2015 2:14:45 GMT
Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2015 2:14:45 GMT
"No thank you," she replied. They already had her fingerprints on file after all. Black eyes drank him in, locked on his face.
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Sept 22, 2015 2:19:03 GMT
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Post by alley on Sept 22, 2015 2:19:03 GMT
Angel shrugged easily and took a seat across from her, trying not to feel uncomfortable with her gaze set upon him. "So tell me what did your day look like?"
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Sept 22, 2015 2:25:57 GMT
Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2015 2:25:57 GMT
"Well, lets see," she said, eyes lifting to the ceiling speculatively. "I was awake at five, had breakfast, did some work from home. Then I had to catch an eight am train to Atlanta for a meeting with some associates. I caught the train back at two pm. I arrived back in town at four to be caught up by the lovely gentlemen of this fine establishment." She crossed her arms loosely and leaned back in her chair.
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Sept 22, 2015 2:45:17 GMT
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Post by alley on Sept 22, 2015 2:45:17 GMT
Angel nodded along with her story, "and these associates what can you tell me about them?" He went on voice still calm.
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Sept 22, 2015 2:46:34 GMT
Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2015 2:46:34 GMT
"They're very nice," she offered with a pretty smile, crossing one long leg over the other.
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Sept 22, 2015 3:11:42 GMT
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Post by alley on Sept 22, 2015 3:11:42 GMT
"Nice enough to give you a good deal?" Angel asked simply.
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Sept 22, 2015 3:13:53 GMT
Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2015 3:13:53 GMT
An eyebrow arched. "A good deal on what?" she asked in return, tilting her head.
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Sept 22, 2015 3:36:45 GMT
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Post by alley on Sept 22, 2015 3:36:45 GMT
"Don't play stupid, we've had our eyes on you for months," Angel told her, he knew all the right lines to interrogate someone. It was all an act of course the funny thing was the name on her file wasn't the name he had known her by in the past, they were far off.
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Sept 22, 2015 3:45:19 GMT
Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2015 3:45:19 GMT
"Is that so?" she asked, making a face. "I wouldn't think the police would be interested in financial investers. And I can assure you that despite what the police said when they so rudely arrested me, I don't transport drugs?"
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