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Post by Maria Medina/ Joel McTiennan on Dec 5, 2008 8:30:06 GMT -5
Later on, they were started to become immersed in searching for more clues. Medina seemed to lead the group, since she had more experience in psychology, but McTiennan's eagerness was noticeable as well.
They were close to searching another area of the basement when they heard noise outside.
"What was that?" McTiennan muttered, looking around at the officers searching alongside them. The policemen exchanged glances and shrugs as Medina cleaned off her spectacles before looking at his colleague with a serious look. "Has anyone secured the perimeter before we've entered?" She walked away from the dark corner she was a while ago and flashed a beam of her flashlight on one officer.
"We're sure that we have the place properly guarded," the man answered, a little startled at the Interpol agent. McTiennan, however, wasn't taking chances. He prepared to leave when Medina called him. "Hey, McTiennan. Checking out for company?" He nodded, a forced smile emerging from his lips, as he made his way back up to the ground floor.
[McTiennan: exit to The Living Room]
Moments later, Medina noticed the policemen chattering a little. She moved her flashlight up to her face and told them, "Come on guys... let's keep the pace going. We can't let Elyon wait this way."
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Post by Prince Phobos on Jan 7, 2009 18:19:01 GMT -5
Policeman: "Yeah, but it's getting late and I promised to take my wife out for dinner."
Policewoman: "He's got a point. We aren't doing Elyon any good wasting time down here. What we should be doing is checking those drawings for fingerprints to see if any of the known convicts are a match."
Medina: *sighs* They're right. If that freak is a known felon, then we need to get him off the streets immediately! Searching the basement for additional clues can wait. It's not like it's going anywhere. "Fine fine... We'll go to the lab & check the drawings for prints."
[Exit to The Living Room]
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Post by Prince Phobos on Feb 1, 2010 2:24:25 GMT -5
Day 11, Friday [Soldier 1 & Soldier 2: Enter from Halls] Soldier 2: *quickly covers nose* "Man, this place reeks! Did something die here?"Soldier 1: "Not likely."She walks forward as she becomes Will^. Will^: *bends down to examine a chunk of moldy hamburger* "It would seem someone forgot to clean up after their meal."Soldier 2: "Ew! I suddenly lost my appetite."
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Post by Prince Phobos on Feb 3, 2010 1:33:35 GMT -5
Will^: *hears knocking on the door* "I'll get it!"She runs upstairs. [Will^: Exit to The Front Yard] Soldier 2: What does she think she's doing? We don't know who's at the door![Soldier 2: Exit to The Living Room]
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