[closed] So don't say you'll see me
Who: Tohru Adachi (righttocarry) and Riza Hawkeye (firebornfidelis)
When: Backdated to midday April 14, a few days after this
Where: The Police Headquarters
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Riza comes down to the offices to review the accumulated information on the killer and Adachi is there to . . . assist?
Warnings: Probably nothing too too bad, some innuendo and jerkdom.
Riza walked into the police office, a small sheaf of papers in her folded arms. The clothes she had bought yesterday were serviceable enough, but the fitted blouse did not allow for her to wear her shoulder holster without being totally conspicuous and she felt almost strange without it. The slits in the sides of the black skirt would allow for the concealment of a thigh holster, but she had yet to procure one so she went unarmed today. It was the middle of the day and she was at the police headquarters so she figured she would be safe enough.
She walked up to the nearest desk and stood, straight-backed and businesslike, before its occupant. “My name is Riza Hawkeye. I was told by a Mr Tohru Adachi that I could see the files on the attacker. Would it be possible to speak with him? I may have some information that I can add.” When they had spoken, this Adachi had seemed as if he was in charge here, if only temporarily, and since she had already spoken to him on the subject she thought it would be most expedient to continue her conversation with him.
When: Backdated to midday April 14, a few days after this
Where: The Police Headquarters
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Riza comes down to the offices to review the accumulated information on the killer and Adachi is there to . . . assist?
Warnings: Probably nothing too too bad, some innuendo and jerkdom.
Riza walked into the police office, a small sheaf of papers in her folded arms. The clothes she had bought yesterday were serviceable enough, but the fitted blouse did not allow for her to wear her shoulder holster without being totally conspicuous and she felt almost strange without it. The slits in the sides of the black skirt would allow for the concealment of a thigh holster, but she had yet to procure one so she went unarmed today. It was the middle of the day and she was at the police headquarters so she figured she would be safe enough.
She walked up to the nearest desk and stood, straight-backed and businesslike, before its occupant. “My name is Riza Hawkeye. I was told by a Mr Tohru Adachi that I could see the files on the attacker. Would it be possible to speak with him? I may have some information that I can add.” When they had spoken, this Adachi had seemed as if he was in charge here, if only temporarily, and since she had already spoken to him on the subject she thought it would be most expedient to continue her conversation with him.