01/17 | case #008: video - early afternoon
Fuck.
[Looks like someone's dropped his communicator on the ground, making it turn on at that precise moment to catch an expletive fall from the detective's mouth. He picks it up, sits down somewhere and looks at it for a moment.]
You recordin', huh.
[He doesn't seem to care that much that it's all live for the public. Or maybe he's aware of it, but not in the mood to acknowledge it... yet.]
Hey, I know this place is all demons and witches and death things and shit, but... you believe in curses? Heh. I think I'm pretty cursed. Maggie's gone. Left a lunch for me. And... that's it.
[There's a certain heaviness to Leon's gait now. It's as if the whole world is on his shoulders.]
Partners. Never thought fate would be this cruel-- sendin' me here where I gotta find a partner, then they snatch 'em away from me like that. An' I thought losin' one while on the job back in LA was tough. Fuck. Maybe I shouldn't be tryin' ta partner.
Lookit that, bigshot LA homicide detective down on his luck, always losin' his partners. What a joke of a cop.
[He'll shut off the feed then, and get back to his patrol. He doesn't quite particularly care if anyone notices his post-- replies might be a hit or miss. Depends on his mood.]
[Looks like someone's dropped his communicator on the ground, making it turn on at that precise moment to catch an expletive fall from the detective's mouth. He picks it up, sits down somewhere and looks at it for a moment.]
You recordin', huh.
[He doesn't seem to care that much that it's all live for the public. Or maybe he's aware of it, but not in the mood to acknowledge it... yet.]
Hey, I know this place is all demons and witches and death things and shit, but... you believe in curses? Heh. I think I'm pretty cursed. Maggie's gone. Left a lunch for me. And... that's it.
[There's a certain heaviness to Leon's gait now. It's as if the whole world is on his shoulders.]
Partners. Never thought fate would be this cruel-- sendin' me here where I gotta find a partner, then they snatch 'em away from me like that. An' I thought losin' one while on the job back in LA was tough. Fuck. Maybe I shouldn't be tryin' ta partner.
Lookit that, bigshot LA homicide detective down on his luck, always losin' his partners. What a joke of a cop.
[He'll shut off the feed then, and get back to his patrol. He doesn't quite particularly care if anyone notices his post-- replies might be a hit or miss. Depends on his mood.]