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[Figuring that Jilly wouldn't be going into work on this fine morning, Paul decides to step up and work a double shift so the Kat would be covered. HOWEVER. His plans changed when he spotted the new decorations in the middle of town. Sighing, he pulls out his journal and throws up a filter.]
[Eunice and Booth]
There're a coupla bodies in the town square.
[a pause as he notices a crowd of townsfolk gawking at house nearby. Moving closer, he sees two more inside.]
Make that four. Agent Booth, I could use an extra pair of eyes. That is, if you think you're up for it. [chuckles]
[/filter]
[That being said, he tucks the journal in his pocket and pulls out his discman. After getting a few helpful townspeople to usher the rubberneckers away from the two crime scenes, he gets to work. Slipping the ear buds into his ears, he turns on the music and starts surveying the scene.]
[He starts with the house. Slipping inside, careful not to step in any of the blood, or on the few footprints around, he looks around. Unsnapping a small leather pouch on his belt, he pulls out a pair of latex gloves and slips them on. Narrowing his eyes at the gouges in the walls, his gaze falls on the writing. After a moment of thought, he crouches down next to the first woman, gingerly touching the wound and looking around before moving on to the second woman. Crouching near the wall, he looks closely at her, then up at the wall, eyes narrowing at the writing. Bringing one hand up, he lightly drags a finger across one of the letters. He brings the finger close to his face and sniffs it. Looking up at the words again, he gently pats the wall as he stands up.]
[Walking outside, he slows, letting his eyes adjust to the light as he approaches the second pair of bodies. He gingerly steps around the blood, feet criss crossing as he walks, as if he was dancing amidst the carnage. He stops at the first body. Crouching down, he runs a finger along the long slice down the man's chest. Shifting slightly, he frowns as he leans closer to examine the wounds, then up at the man's face. Looking around, his frown deepens as he stands up and steps over that body to get closer to the fourth and final one. He crouches, putting one hand on the ground to support him as he leans to the side to look at the spine laying next to the man. Nodding, he stands, walking around to just outside the pool of blood and footprints. Shaking his head slightly, as if to clear the last remaining cobwebs, he turns off the music and takes out the ear buds, tucking them back into his pocket. Pulling his journal out again, he puts up another filter.]
[Abel]
igne natura renovatur integra. All nature will be renewed by fire. That mean anything to you?
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[after a moment]
[Anyone with any police, forensics or investigative experience]
My name is Special Agent Paul Smecker. I was in the FBI back home. I've got four bodies down town and could use a hand. I know what happened to three of them, and it's being taken care of. The fourth, however, well... that's another ballgame. I know the when where and how, but I could use a bit of help figuring out the who. Anyone out there with any experience working with knife wounds or footprints would be extremely helpful.
[/filter]
((OOC: Forward dated to morning. Open for town. Come see Smecker be the supersleuth he is!))
[Eunice and Booth]
There're a coupla bodies in the town square.
[a pause as he notices a crowd of townsfolk gawking at house nearby. Moving closer, he sees two more inside.]
Make that four. Agent Booth, I could use an extra pair of eyes. That is, if you think you're up for it. [chuckles]
[/filter]
[That being said, he tucks the journal in his pocket and pulls out his discman. After getting a few helpful townspeople to usher the rubberneckers away from the two crime scenes, he gets to work. Slipping the ear buds into his ears, he turns on the music and starts surveying the scene.]
[He starts with the house. Slipping inside, careful not to step in any of the blood, or on the few footprints around, he looks around. Unsnapping a small leather pouch on his belt, he pulls out a pair of latex gloves and slips them on. Narrowing his eyes at the gouges in the walls, his gaze falls on the writing. After a moment of thought, he crouches down next to the first woman, gingerly touching the wound and looking around before moving on to the second woman. Crouching near the wall, he looks closely at her, then up at the wall, eyes narrowing at the writing. Bringing one hand up, he lightly drags a finger across one of the letters. He brings the finger close to his face and sniffs it. Looking up at the words again, he gently pats the wall as he stands up.]
[Walking outside, he slows, letting his eyes adjust to the light as he approaches the second pair of bodies. He gingerly steps around the blood, feet criss crossing as he walks, as if he was dancing amidst the carnage. He stops at the first body. Crouching down, he runs a finger along the long slice down the man's chest. Shifting slightly, he frowns as he leans closer to examine the wounds, then up at the man's face. Looking around, his frown deepens as he stands up and steps over that body to get closer to the fourth and final one. He crouches, putting one hand on the ground to support him as he leans to the side to look at the spine laying next to the man. Nodding, he stands, walking around to just outside the pool of blood and footprints. Shaking his head slightly, as if to clear the last remaining cobwebs, he turns off the music and takes out the ear buds, tucking them back into his pocket. Pulling his journal out again, he puts up another filter.]
[Abel]
igne natura renovatur integra. All nature will be renewed by fire. That mean anything to you?
[/filter]
[after a moment]
[Anyone with any police, forensics or investigative experience]
My name is Special Agent Paul Smecker. I was in the FBI back home. I've got four bodies down town and could use a hand. I know what happened to three of them, and it's being taken care of. The fourth, however, well... that's another ballgame. I know the when where and how, but I could use a bit of help figuring out the who. Anyone out there with any experience working with knife wounds or footprints would be extremely helpful.
[/filter]
((OOC: Forward dated to morning. Open for town. Come see Smecker be the supersleuth he is!))