Leonardo; Addie
11/25/2007
=NYC= East Village - Manhattan
East Village would seem, by name, to be an extension of the arty Greenwich Village and this is precisely what the developers would like you to think. But East Village's spirit is closer to that of Lower East Side. East Village's spirit is that of the punk, the restrained (and unrestrained) riot, the beat poet turned homeless and angry. And some of those ragged street walkers indeed have nowhere to sleep.
East Village /is/, in the end, arty and experimental, but with an edge of drugs and desperation. If also the kind of free thought and frenetic drive that spark cultural revolution.
It's not too late into the night, and it's pretty cloudy, but it's surprisingly quiet where Leonardo happens to be walking now. He's casually walking down a small street with mostly small restaurants and other small businesses lined up. In his hands is his PDA, but instead of the usual writing of world domination messages, he's playing Tetris with a bored expression on his face.
The woman coming in the opposite direction is not playing tetris - nor is she talking on her phone, reading a newspaper, or doing anything else particularly given to hindering her walk down the sidewalk. Despite all this, the sudden shift of a man to one side of her forces her to dart suddenly sideways, and if Leonardo's paying more attention to tetris than traffic, he'll find himself run over.
Leonardo stops, looking up at the sound of movement, then recognizes the face. "Oh, I remember you!" he says with a warm smile. "I apologize for you having to see me drunk." Then he turns his game off, and slides it into his pocket, straightening his gloves as if he has to prepare for the possible conversation to come.
Elizabeth's halt is a stumbling thing, and her brows shoot up as Leonardo speaks. Her lips thin, and she does not reply
"Are you alright?" Leonardo asks while walking over to help her, if she needs it. "Quiet." he notes of her demeaner, and his own is slightly different, more relaxed if not a bit bored or unmotivated.
"Mr. Maxwell, if you value your well-being at all, I would advise stepping back and moving on," Elizabeth clips shortly.
Leonardo backs up as instructed, tilting his head slightly at the woman. "I suppose I left a bad impression." he muses boredly, eyes half-lidded.
"Now." The single-syllabled word is nearly a growl.
Leonardo runs a few fingers through his short hair, staring at her curiously. "Is there some particular problem you have with me? Look, if I said something while under the influence of alcohol, I do apologize." he offers, not entirely sure why she's so annoyed, but he just reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell. "I don't have time for this." he says, and presses a button before returning the phone to his pocket.
Elizabeth apparently doesn't either, because she's turned on her heel to walk swiftly in the opposite direction before he so much as finishes his first sentence.
"If this were a different period, I wouldn't put up with this kind of disrespect." Leonardo says in a whisper, then starts walking away from her when he realizes he fired his driver.
Leonardo is drunk again.
11/26/2007
The sandwich shop Elizabeth sits in is home to a great many men and women in uniform, and more than a few in lawyer-wear, with briefcases and casefiles and other items of work. They sit in twos and threes, chatting over work, and in a few cases in ones, doing work. Elizabeth is one of the latter, as is usual, with a half-eaten sandwich at her elbow. She's taken a rather large table despite the crowded nature of the shop, the better to spread her work as she eats.
Meanwhile, Addie is taking a break from the daily grind to do some thinking on a case of her own. She loves a good cup of capuccino, personally. It's no surprise, then, that she comes here on said break. Dressed in her usual suit, she has an accordian folder under one arm. Surveying the crowded shop, she frowns, and actually approaches Elizabeth's position,"Do you mind if I..." She gestures to an empty chair,"It's kind of crowded. I don't take up much space."
Name and aliases remain unchanged.
Elizabeth glances up, brown eyes settling neatly on Addie for a quick skim, clearly judging in that single gaze, before her lips curve in a gently allowing smile. "Of course not," she assures, and half-stands to skim a pile of papers into a neater order to give Addie room to sit. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it'd gotten so crowded."
Addie shakes her head at Elizabeth,"No. It's alright. It's a coffee shop. The only people in all of New York that care this much about coffee are its finest." She opens the accordian folder as she sets her cup on top of the table. A spare chair is used to slip her own materials out, mostly a few papers, and some labeled plastic bags that have presumably been checked out of the evidence room at some point. "Anyway, you seem like you have a pretty full plate."
"I'm here for the sandwiches, personally," Elizabeth corrects with a vague nod toward the remains of what was a meal, at one point. Her gaze slips toward Addie's things, clearly curious.
Addie lifts an eyebrow, smiling,"Mmm. Well, someone who actually eats a full meal." She shuffles through her papers for a moment, then notes Elizabeth's curiousity. She holds out the casefile with its photo,"Ongoing case. Homicide. Mutant. Maybe a hate crime. A lot of dead ends. Looking at some evidence to see if I can't get some ideas. What about you?" She doesn't seem shy about showing her interest this time.
Well, half a sandwich, at any rate. Elizabeth glances up, gaze locked with abrupt interest on Addie. "The Ellison case?" she wonders, fingers light against the edges of the paper she's reading. Her expression creases into a frown. "Still no leads, are there?"
Addie nods to Elizabeth, even as she reaches for one of the bags... a class ring. The victim's, presumably. "Yep. Just got back some of the victim's effects from the lab... I'm hoping they'll give me an idea of the kind of person he was. I've heard what people told me about him, but these... they'll tell me about who he /really/ is. At least, I hope so. I'd really hate to let this one go. Any ideas?" She slips the ring out, of all things, to examine it up close. For a moment, she just looks at it, eyes half-lidded, as if truly examining it.
"I'm only familiar with the outline of the case," Elizabeth admits, although her eyes remain locked on that ring, still frowning.
She lets her mental shields down, reaching out to connect with that ring... And for a moment, the last minutes of Ellison's life assault her. But she's gotten used to this. The only outward sign of Addie's distress is a slight inhalation of air. She opens her eyes and sets the ring aside. She checks through a few other of the personal effects, then comes back to the ring,"Hmmm... Well... Sometimes, that's all anyone can get. Start with an outline, and then work on fleshing it out. I'm sorry... Detective Wu."
Elizabeth's gaze moves from ring to Addie at that inhalation, and her frown deepens a touch. "Homicide, yes?" she confirms.
Addie nods to Elizabeth as she picks up the ring again and shows it to Elizabeth,"Yep. Humor me? What do /you/ think? What does this ring tell you?" It's a silvery color, with a Cobra inset into the gem. Class of 2000.
"Tell me?" Elizabeth's lips twist as she accepts the ring, pulling it back to twist it so she can study the sides, where emblems of school activities are generally engraved.
Hockey, wrestling... Generally robust sports. He wouldn't have gone down easy. Addie notes this,"The victim wasn't a classic type to go down so easy. Most people who commit these kinds of crimes generally aren't... in shape, so to speak. Even with a knife, this guy probably could've taken care of himself. It's made of platinum, so he's got some money. This conflict wasn't about money. And I'm revising my opinion, now that, as a result, that his killer knew him. But whoever killed him REALLY hated him. I need one of his highschool yearbooks, is what it tells me."
Brows go up as Elizabeth glances toward Addie again. "You think that a mutant dumped into a dumpster in New York City was killed by someone who knew him simply because it doesn't appear to be about money?"
She can't very well say she saw who did it through the victims eyes. "It's a myriad of things. But this guy didn't even have defensive wounds. We just thought the guy got the drop on him. But looking at all this crap he was involved in, he should've put up more of a fight. Even so, someone could've gotten close if they just did it and didn't threaten him. Trust me... when I get a hunch, I'm rarely wrong." She goes fishing for her cellphone,"I've got ask my partner to follow up on it. I know it seems silly, but a lot of cases are broken on hunches. The hard part is getting the evidence to make it stick in court."
"There are a million ways someone could take out someone larger and more experienced," Elizabeth points out, voice mildly even as she twists the ring between her fingers. "And rather a lot of motive for doing so. His participation in school sports makes it far more likely that it was a place where he was at the very least accepted. Rather an oddity, given what he was."
Addie shakes her head softly,"Maybe he manifested late, for all I know. That's not really one of my major worries right now. Ask for his life's story from the perpetrator. If I'm right..." She opens her cell, and dials, chattering into,"Yeah buddy. Hey... I need you to head to Ellison's apartment. See if you can't find a yearbook in there." A look over to Elizabeth, before she speaks up again,"Find out who was on the hockey and wrestling team with him. See ya." She snaps the phone closed, then nods,"You're right, of course... which makes it all that more interesting."
"Physical mutations typically manifest at birth," Elizabeth points out quietly, watching Addie. "And his wasn't one to be hidden. Which means that he would have worked, studied, and played with these students for years. Your -hunch- makes a good many leaps and jumps. Is this how you typically do business?"
Addie shakes her head softly,"No. Only when I don't have any leads. But my record speaks for itself. I have a damned high conviction rate, and frankly, I'm not about to let this guy's case go just because I'm not willing to make a little leap. Being killed like this guy was rates a bit high on the level of disgust in my books."
"I'm not discounting the value of a well-formed hunch," Elizabeth answers with lifted brows. "Just those which are formed despite all evidence rather than because ofit."
Addie shakes her head,"This is the way to it. I'm certain of it." She begins slipping her materials back into the accordian file, and decides,"If you like, I'll let you know when this case is over. But it's going to lead back to that yearbook. Either way, I need to get back to examining the case in case I am wrong." Her tone lets on that she is almost certain she's not.
"You seem remarkably certain," Elizabeth observes.
Addie chuckles as she begins to rise, holding her hand out for the ring,"I don't think I've ever had a hunch let me down. I'm sorry... I never did ask your name..." The woman seems familiar, but then she's not certain she's ever worked with her.
"Never?" Elizabeth blinks once at Addie before glancing down, flustered. "Oh, of course, sorry." She hands over the ring and replies, "Elizabeth. Kane."
Addie puts the ring back, flinching just a bit as she replaces it in the bag, letting her mental walls close once more as she files it way,"Aaah. That's why... Well, good luck with your case... Let me know if you need any assistance."
"Never," Elizabeth murmurs again, brows twitching just slightly before she shakes her head and glances back down to her work. "Of course," she murmurs.
Addie chuckles,"Good evening Miss Kane." And with that, she's walking out, a spring in her step and a whistle on her lips.
Elizabeth makes the acquaintance of a detective with very odd hunches.
=NYC= East Village - Manhattan
East Village would seem, by name, to be an extension of the arty Greenwich Village and this is precisely what the developers would like you to think. But East Village's spirit is closer to that of Lower East Side. East Village's spirit is that of the punk, the restrained (and unrestrained) riot, the beat poet turned homeless and angry. And some of those ragged street walkers indeed have nowhere to sleep.
East Village /is/, in the end, arty and experimental, but with an edge of drugs and desperation. If also the kind of free thought and frenetic drive that spark cultural revolution.
It's not too late into the night, and it's pretty cloudy, but it's surprisingly quiet where Leonardo happens to be walking now. He's casually walking down a small street with mostly small restaurants and other small businesses lined up. In his hands is his PDA, but instead of the usual writing of world domination messages, he's playing Tetris with a bored expression on his face.
The woman coming in the opposite direction is not playing tetris - nor is she talking on her phone, reading a newspaper, or doing anything else particularly given to hindering her walk down the sidewalk. Despite all this, the sudden shift of a man to one side of her forces her to dart suddenly sideways, and if Leonardo's paying more attention to tetris than traffic, he'll find himself run over.
Leonardo stops, looking up at the sound of movement, then recognizes the face. "Oh, I remember you!" he says with a warm smile. "I apologize for you having to see me drunk." Then he turns his game off, and slides it into his pocket, straightening his gloves as if he has to prepare for the possible conversation to come.
Elizabeth's halt is a stumbling thing, and her brows shoot up as Leonardo speaks. Her lips thin, and she does not reply
"Are you alright?" Leonardo asks while walking over to help her, if she needs it. "Quiet." he notes of her demeaner, and his own is slightly different, more relaxed if not a bit bored or unmotivated.
"Mr. Maxwell, if you value your well-being at all, I would advise stepping back and moving on," Elizabeth clips shortly.
Leonardo backs up as instructed, tilting his head slightly at the woman. "I suppose I left a bad impression." he muses boredly, eyes half-lidded.
"Now." The single-syllabled word is nearly a growl.
Leonardo runs a few fingers through his short hair, staring at her curiously. "Is there some particular problem you have with me? Look, if I said something while under the influence of alcohol, I do apologize." he offers, not entirely sure why she's so annoyed, but he just reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell. "I don't have time for this." he says, and presses a button before returning the phone to his pocket.
Elizabeth apparently doesn't either, because she's turned on her heel to walk swiftly in the opposite direction before he so much as finishes his first sentence.
"If this were a different period, I wouldn't put up with this kind of disrespect." Leonardo says in a whisper, then starts walking away from her when he realizes he fired his driver.
Leonardo is drunk again.
11/26/2007
The sandwich shop Elizabeth sits in is home to a great many men and women in uniform, and more than a few in lawyer-wear, with briefcases and casefiles and other items of work. They sit in twos and threes, chatting over work, and in a few cases in ones, doing work. Elizabeth is one of the latter, as is usual, with a half-eaten sandwich at her elbow. She's taken a rather large table despite the crowded nature of the shop, the better to spread her work as she eats.
Meanwhile, Addie is taking a break from the daily grind to do some thinking on a case of her own. She loves a good cup of capuccino, personally. It's no surprise, then, that she comes here on said break. Dressed in her usual suit, she has an accordian folder under one arm. Surveying the crowded shop, she frowns, and actually approaches Elizabeth's position,"Do you mind if I..." She gestures to an empty chair,"It's kind of crowded. I don't take up much space."
Name and aliases remain unchanged.
Elizabeth glances up, brown eyes settling neatly on Addie for a quick skim, clearly judging in that single gaze, before her lips curve in a gently allowing smile. "Of course not," she assures, and half-stands to skim a pile of papers into a neater order to give Addie room to sit. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it'd gotten so crowded."
Addie shakes her head at Elizabeth,"No. It's alright. It's a coffee shop. The only people in all of New York that care this much about coffee are its finest." She opens the accordian folder as she sets her cup on top of the table. A spare chair is used to slip her own materials out, mostly a few papers, and some labeled plastic bags that have presumably been checked out of the evidence room at some point. "Anyway, you seem like you have a pretty full plate."
"I'm here for the sandwiches, personally," Elizabeth corrects with a vague nod toward the remains of what was a meal, at one point. Her gaze slips toward Addie's things, clearly curious.
Addie lifts an eyebrow, smiling,"Mmm. Well, someone who actually eats a full meal." She shuffles through her papers for a moment, then notes Elizabeth's curiousity. She holds out the casefile with its photo,"Ongoing case. Homicide. Mutant. Maybe a hate crime. A lot of dead ends. Looking at some evidence to see if I can't get some ideas. What about you?" She doesn't seem shy about showing her interest this time.
Well, half a sandwich, at any rate. Elizabeth glances up, gaze locked with abrupt interest on Addie. "The Ellison case?" she wonders, fingers light against the edges of the paper she's reading. Her expression creases into a frown. "Still no leads, are there?"
Addie nods to Elizabeth, even as she reaches for one of the bags... a class ring. The victim's, presumably. "Yep. Just got back some of the victim's effects from the lab... I'm hoping they'll give me an idea of the kind of person he was. I've heard what people told me about him, but these... they'll tell me about who he /really/ is. At least, I hope so. I'd really hate to let this one go. Any ideas?" She slips the ring out, of all things, to examine it up close. For a moment, she just looks at it, eyes half-lidded, as if truly examining it.
"I'm only familiar with the outline of the case," Elizabeth admits, although her eyes remain locked on that ring, still frowning.
She lets her mental shields down, reaching out to connect with that ring... And for a moment, the last minutes of Ellison's life assault her. But she's gotten used to this. The only outward sign of Addie's distress is a slight inhalation of air. She opens her eyes and sets the ring aside. She checks through a few other of the personal effects, then comes back to the ring,"Hmmm... Well... Sometimes, that's all anyone can get. Start with an outline, and then work on fleshing it out. I'm sorry... Detective Wu."
Elizabeth's gaze moves from ring to Addie at that inhalation, and her frown deepens a touch. "Homicide, yes?" she confirms.
Addie nods to Elizabeth as she picks up the ring again and shows it to Elizabeth,"Yep. Humor me? What do /you/ think? What does this ring tell you?" It's a silvery color, with a Cobra inset into the gem. Class of 2000.
"Tell me?" Elizabeth's lips twist as she accepts the ring, pulling it back to twist it so she can study the sides, where emblems of school activities are generally engraved.
Hockey, wrestling... Generally robust sports. He wouldn't have gone down easy. Addie notes this,"The victim wasn't a classic type to go down so easy. Most people who commit these kinds of crimes generally aren't... in shape, so to speak. Even with a knife, this guy probably could've taken care of himself. It's made of platinum, so he's got some money. This conflict wasn't about money. And I'm revising my opinion, now that, as a result, that his killer knew him. But whoever killed him REALLY hated him. I need one of his highschool yearbooks, is what it tells me."
Brows go up as Elizabeth glances toward Addie again. "You think that a mutant dumped into a dumpster in New York City was killed by someone who knew him simply because it doesn't appear to be about money?"
She can't very well say she saw who did it through the victims eyes. "It's a myriad of things. But this guy didn't even have defensive wounds. We just thought the guy got the drop on him. But looking at all this crap he was involved in, he should've put up more of a fight. Even so, someone could've gotten close if they just did it and didn't threaten him. Trust me... when I get a hunch, I'm rarely wrong." She goes fishing for her cellphone,"I've got ask my partner to follow up on it. I know it seems silly, but a lot of cases are broken on hunches. The hard part is getting the evidence to make it stick in court."
"There are a million ways someone could take out someone larger and more experienced," Elizabeth points out, voice mildly even as she twists the ring between her fingers. "And rather a lot of motive for doing so. His participation in school sports makes it far more likely that it was a place where he was at the very least accepted. Rather an oddity, given what he was."
Addie shakes her head softly,"Maybe he manifested late, for all I know. That's not really one of my major worries right now. Ask for his life's story from the perpetrator. If I'm right..." She opens her cell, and dials, chattering into,"Yeah buddy. Hey... I need you to head to Ellison's apartment. See if you can't find a yearbook in there." A look over to Elizabeth, before she speaks up again,"Find out who was on the hockey and wrestling team with him. See ya." She snaps the phone closed, then nods,"You're right, of course... which makes it all that more interesting."
"Physical mutations typically manifest at birth," Elizabeth points out quietly, watching Addie. "And his wasn't one to be hidden. Which means that he would have worked, studied, and played with these students for years. Your -hunch- makes a good many leaps and jumps. Is this how you typically do business?"
Addie shakes her head softly,"No. Only when I don't have any leads. But my record speaks for itself. I have a damned high conviction rate, and frankly, I'm not about to let this guy's case go just because I'm not willing to make a little leap. Being killed like this guy was rates a bit high on the level of disgust in my books."
"I'm not discounting the value of a well-formed hunch," Elizabeth answers with lifted brows. "Just those which are formed despite all evidence rather than because ofit."
Addie shakes her head,"This is the way to it. I'm certain of it." She begins slipping her materials back into the accordian file, and decides,"If you like, I'll let you know when this case is over. But it's going to lead back to that yearbook. Either way, I need to get back to examining the case in case I am wrong." Her tone lets on that she is almost certain she's not.
"You seem remarkably certain," Elizabeth observes.
Addie chuckles as she begins to rise, holding her hand out for the ring,"I don't think I've ever had a hunch let me down. I'm sorry... I never did ask your name..." The woman seems familiar, but then she's not certain she's ever worked with her.
"Never?" Elizabeth blinks once at Addie before glancing down, flustered. "Oh, of course, sorry." She hands over the ring and replies, "Elizabeth. Kane."
Addie puts the ring back, flinching just a bit as she replaces it in the bag, letting her mental walls close once more as she files it way,"Aaah. That's why... Well, good luck with your case... Let me know if you need any assistance."
"Never," Elizabeth murmurs again, brows twitching just slightly before she shakes her head and glances back down to her work. "Of course," she murmurs.
Addie chuckles,"Good evening Miss Kane." And with that, she's walking out, a spring in her step and a whistle on her lips.
Elizabeth makes the acquaintance of a detective with very odd hunches.