1x1: Wolf in Murderer's Clothing
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Thread Topic: 1x1: Wolf in Murderer's Clothing
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Character A is a young cop given the responsibility of solving a missing person case with virtually no leads.
Character B is a young werewolf with a few minor traffic violations and unpaid parking tickets on her records. In her defense, werewolves aren't very skilled drivers.
The two are thrown together when Character A is given reason to believe that Character B might be able to aid her investigation and agrees to wipe her background in exchange for help. Character B agrees without much trouble, but upon discovering that their prime suspect is a much more violent and powerful member of her pack, begins to regret her decision. A more thorough explanation of the plot and its background can be found here. -
I shall type and post my character.
(beautiful title BTW :9) -
Name: Suzanna Merigold
Age: 23 (I think that's young for a cop)
Appearance: hey look it's late and google is enticing
Personality: Suzanna has always been tough, never allowing an individual to hurt/ridicule family or friends. She isn't one to pick fights, but if she were to find herself in one, you can definitely bet that she would do her best to win. She is rather athletic, having passed her physical test for the police academy with flying colors and earning presidential awards for cross country and volleyball when in high school. She has always had a soft spot for animals from the shelter, and she owns two greyhounds that came from her local animal shelter. One thing she absolutely despises is hate crimes in her line of work. They disgust her. She is the type that loves everyone despite their race, sexuality, nationality, and so on. She is never caught being too uptight or tough, and always finds room to have a little fun and crack a joke. She is a rather skilled officer, great with her weapons and hand-to-hand combat. She will always attempt to work a situation out with a suspect, but if they grow violent, she must put her foot down and become 'bad cop', if you will.
Background: Her family was pretty much perfect, and she hasn't exactly experienced death within it. One of her best friends, however, passed away in a car crash with a drunk driver. She does not talk about it much and would prefer not to. When she was 15, she started volleyball and easily excelled in it, eventually becoming captain in junior year. Once she was out of high school, she immediately applied and tried for local police departments and was accepted. As stated, she easily passed through the police academy and is finally living her dream of being a police officer.
Likes:
-Animals
-Comfort food
-Crime shows
-Cold blankets
-Dramatic fashion + cooking shows
Dislikes:
-Hate crimes
-Bugs (but she won't kill them, she captures them and lets them go)
-Horror movies (she doesn't scare easily, she just finds them stupid) -
Name: Ruby Gregor
Age: 24
Appearance that isn't a black and white gif
Faceclaim: Malese Jow
Werewolf appearance
Sexuality: lesbian
Personality: Ruby's always been very laid back, and prefers to avoid confrontation whenever possible. She usually does her best to lay low, especially since she doesn't have a very prominent position in the pack. Despite her calm and forgiving nature, it's rare for her to forget actions against her or her friends, and even more unlikely for her to offer forgiveness. She prefers to get her revenge slowly or avoid the person completely, rather than getting involved in direct confrontation. She cares about people more than she'd like to let on, and is incredibly protective of her friends, something she has very few of.
Background: Her parents died early on in her childhood, which led to her aunt adopting her and her older brother. Her father was a human, as were her aunt and brother, meaning that she didn't experience much with other werewolves until she was old enough to willingly join the local pack. Her late arrival has left her with a fairly low ranking, though she's fine with that. She prefers to spend most of her time as a human anyways, and only uses her werewolf abilities in emergencies. She currently works at the only bookstore in town.
Likes:
-sleeping
-lots of blankets/being warm
-any show with a good plot
-hot beverages
-long walks
-spontaneous dance parties to her favorite music (virtually anything)
Dislikes:
-rain/snow
-swimming
-small talk
-direct confrontation
-feeling restless -
Who would you like to start?
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Either one of us can. I think that if I start, I'll maybe write a brief clip about the person being attacked in the woods, then go to her shutting the bookstore for the night/taking a break? Whatever would work for you and give you enough time to establish whatever you'd like to start with.
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I think it would be best if you start, then. :)
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Okay. Give me a second.
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Can do!
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He stumbled through the darkness, arms stretched out in hopes of finding any potential threats in the sprawling woods. His heart beat twice for every frantic breath he took, the cacophony of the two drowning out the tumultuous mixture of sticks snapping and leaves crunching beneath his frantic steps. If only he'd listened when his mother had advised against him venturing into the woods at night. He could get lost, she insisted. If only. Instead, it appeared his fate would be much worse.
He stumbled over a curving, knotted root jutting out of the ground and fell, time slowing temporarily, onto the cold soil. His vision blurred and danced for a moment before he could see clearly again, though by that time it was far too late. The hot, dangerous panting of the beast following him sped up briefly, then faded. Quiet laughter soon filled the silence as the beast finished his transformation and, ever theatrical, approached his soon-to-be victim.
"Usually the pack scares off idiot humans that come onto our territory, thinking you'll never return. But I know your type. If we let too many of you escape, you'll come after us. So don't take this personally. It's not like you would've made it out of the woods alive anyways." With that, he shifted back and attacked. The screams of his victim were too distant and short-lived to be heard from the small town in which they lived.
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Two and nearly a half days later, a young woman finished the first half of her shift at the town's only bookstore, Treat Your Shelf. Her lunch break was, for once, going to actually be savored-- she finally had the time to start playing that new game she'd purchased for her DS. Ruby would've read a book during that time, especially since she was allowed to borrow them from work, if she actually enjoyed reading.
She pondered the irony of her occupation as she approached her car, parked on the street about half a block away. As she approached, she noticed something on her windshield that she recognized all too well. Another parking ticket? She slid the thin yellow envelope out from under her windshield wiper and leaned against the hood of the car before tearing it open.
It took her a moment to realize what the issue might've been. She put quarters into the little parking meter next to her car, but the time was about five times less than she needed, implying that she'd put in nickels. Frustrated, she stood and walked around to the driver's seat, sliding in with a huff. This wasn't right, she knew she'd used quarters! The machine had to be broken. That was the only possible explanation. Either way, it completely ruined her break. She disgruntledly grabbed her lunch from the passenger seat and opened it, biting into her sandwich with frustration. -
The rickety hunk of black and yellow metal came to a screeching halt in front of the towering, brick-built apartment building. Operating the vehicle was an olive skinned male with wide and crooked yellow teeth and beady eyes. His crow's nest that one might call hair was covered by a wool beanie. He let out a cough that was emphasized by a heavy whooping noise. The man peered into the windshield's rearview mirror, catching the attention of the young female seated in the back. She stared directly back, an intimidating glint flashing in her eyes. The extended, grueling ride with the individual seated in the front was uncomfortably quiet, and her trust that he would refrain from taking illegal action against her was at an all-time low.
Typically, Suzanna wouldn't flaunt the fact that she was a member of the authorities, but with the dangerous vibes she was receiving, she deemed it necessary. Her hand slowly slid to her back pocket and pulled from it a sleek black leather pouch. She removed her badge from the pouch and revealed it to the man. Giving a quick explanation that if he attempted to even put a finger on her, she would make sure he would not see the light of day for at least a week. Upon realizing she was a police officer, he averted his line of view to the steering wheel, mumbling the total of the ride. Suzanna tossed the money and a decent tip in his direction, gathering her belongings and exiting the cab. The intense shriek of the rubber wheels resonated in the air.
The twenty three year-old ventured up the staircase, lugging her suitcase behind her. She allowed herself a few moments to collect herself before searching out and finding the correct apartment number: 78. After entering, she placed the suitcase in the empty living room, and then exited once more, heading off to find the car that one of her fellow officers had dropped off for her. Technically, she was supposed to be heading into town to speak with individuals that may have known or witnessed anything having to do with the case she had been assigned to. This particular case involved something that was either a homicide or an animal attack. She had already gathered the injuries were very common with that of incidents with wolves and bears, but the pattern of the kill caused it to be relatively questionable.
In the span of a few minutes, her eyes captured the sleek blue paint that covered her 2011 Dodge Charger. A sigh of complete happiness escaped her lips as she unlocked and entered the car, pulling out of the parking space and heading along the main road. The radio played out a tune that she recognized to be Dark Necessities by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. She gladly sang along, tapping her fingers to the beat as she did so. Her surroundings persistently changed as she entered the town she was new to. Not having much information and being from New York City, it was slightly overwhelming and would surely make her job at least a bit more arduous.
Aimlessly, she zoomed around the town, desperately trying to find their police department. She was certain they had one, and assumed that a quick check into a GPS would do her wonders. She sifted around the middle console, coming to the stark realization that she had forgotten her phone at the apartment. A resounding grunt of frustration emitted from the very back of her throat as she pulled over at the nearest spot she was capable of stopping at-- an empty space near what appeared to be some type of shop. She allowed her focus to linger on the store for a moment before making her departure from the interior of her beloved Charger. She began to saunter to the entrance of the store, hoping there would be somebody that could aid her in finding the department. -
After a few minutes, Ruby sighed and stuffed the partially eaten sandwich back into her bag. Sitting in the car made her angry, in a way. She felt like doing something about the ticket, like driving down to the DMV and complaining, or perhaps kicking the parking meter. Would transforming make it easier to destroy a parking meter? She somehow doubted it. While being a werewolf had many perks (including but not limited to: peeing in the woods freely, easy self defense, and a fantastic metabolism), it wouldn't make it any easier to destroy a durable metal parking meter. And if she was seen, it'd probably ruin her chances of keeping her job. She decided against it as she got out of the car, grabbing her lunch and heading back into the bookstore. She knew there'd be good company there.
Once inside, she dropped her bag in the back room and left her lunch on the front counter. She munched on her sandwich as she looked around the shop, inspected the used books that she hadn't seen yet. Deciding on a murder mystery that looked interesting and, she quickly realized, had lesbians in it, she returned to grab her food and headed to one of the old but agreeable armchairs placed around the shop. She tried to ignore the shop's owner, who was currently on shift, as she read. She was on her break, after all.
Her reading was quickly disturbed by the metallic ring of the tiny bell on the door, signaling a customer's arrival. Ruby tried not to look up, ignoring the fact that someone was shopping there. She would help as soon as her shift ended. Her boss, however, seemed to disagree with the idea. From the back of the shop came a loud, slightly frustrated call. "Miss Gregor, you better be helping that customer!"
Ruby sighed, crossing her legs and slouching further back into the seat. "I'm on my break!" she yelled back.
"If you're in my shop, Ruby, you're working!" was her boss's reply. She groaned and set her open book on the armrest, then wandered off to help the customer. It wasn't difficult to find her, seeing as how the shop was incredibly small and most of the shelves went up to Ruby's nose at most. She strolled over, fixing small things as she went, then paused at the end of the aisle.
Ruby was only slightly ashamed, but the first thing that she noticed about the customer was her appearance. She was incredibly good looking, to the point where she was surprised that she didn't recognize her. She wouldn't forget a face like that, even while its owner was staring confusedly at a row of books. Pushing the thought out of her mind, she took a few steps down the aisle and put on her best employee smile. "Is there anything I can help you find, miss?" -
assuming the customer was Suzanna
Once the woman had stepped through the entrance, a lovely little ting rang out from a nearby bell. A tiny smile crawled along her lips like a caterpillar might inch along a branch. Her eyes lit up with interest when she came upon the fact that she was, in fact, standing in a book store. A wave of excitement and relief washed over her, reminding herself that the shop most likely owned a multitude of books on the local wildlife and quite possibly maps of the town. She placed her hand dramatically over her heart, but dropped it when a noise sounded in the air.
When her ears initially picked up on the scolding from a disembodied voice, she let out a light chuckle, shaking her head. She recalled when she worked at her uncle's ice cream shop through high school, always remaining for a few extra hours, always tending to the cleanliness of the establishment, and allowing customers to converse with herself. It was one of her fondest memories, but like the young girl who had approached her, her boss, though it was her uncle, was relatively strict. It had been for good reason, however, and made for an efficient, improved individual who could hold their work. She hoped that that was how the young lady who approached her perceived the man's wish for her to aid a customer, even if it did mean cutting into her break.
Suzanna gave a kind wave, returning the vivacious beam that the other held on her facial features. Attractive, that was a word to describe the woman she was coming into contact with. A quick breath escaped her lips as she finally managed to collect her thoughts, gesturing to the outside of the store.
"Yes, hello! I'm actually an officer. I'm new to the town and I was put on a case. I'm supposed to be interviewing people about it, but I need to gather files from the police department. But afterwards I believe I will return as I think there will be valuable information stocked away in here." She paused, realizing that she was falling into her chatterbox personality. Swallowing heavily, she continued, "Anyway, is there any possibly way you could direct me to the department? I forgot my phone and I don't have any maps."
It would be a lie to say that she wasn't flustered, but she was almost a professional in concealing it. She cleared her throat, shaking the thoughts away. Being in the town was simply something required for her career, and there was no possibly way she would permit herself to become distracted with anything. As she awaited a response, the gears in her brain began to turn, screaming at her to pay attention. She did-- for the moment, at least.
They told her that yes, the characteristics of the attack quite honestly could have pointed to a homicide. But perhaps, hopefully, it was all a great misunderstanding and an animal had been the assailant. It would make the entire situation much less difficult, but no. She just couldn't deny the other patterns of the kill. Disappointment began to set in. Already, she was regretting her decision to move to the small area for the time being. And with that thought, she mentally slapped herself for thinking of her dream job in such a harsh light. Being a police officer meant making sacrifices, a fact that she had been required to be aware of since day one.
Nothing was going to stop her from being the best officer she could possibly be.
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