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Post by Spencer Redfield on Oct 3, 2011 20:13:37 GMT -5
Kicking some glass out of the way, Spencer sighed as she pushed some blonde hair from her face looking around at the damage. It seemed that someone had tried to break into the Pawn shop that she owned and worked at. Hunting was a good job for the night but it did not often pay the bills. She didn’t mind working at the shop as she made her own hours and there were often days when she got a lot of interesting items to sell. There was even a collection of books that helped her further read up on vampires which now nestled in her little apartment above the store. That was hidden away from everyone. Most people never made it up to her apartment. It continued far too many weapons and ammo that would make anyone suspicious. That and most guys weren’t too taken by a woman who was fan of weapons it seemed. Her last few attempts hadn’t ended that well.
Having spent most of the night out on a hunting session, Spencer wasn’t aware something was up with her shop until she got a phone call from the police. The alarm had gone off in the shop when whoever tried to case the place threw a rock through the window. The moment the alarm went off whoever it was seemed to flea. At least that was what the police said. So far she couldn’t tell if anything was missing but it didn’t seem like it. The only thing there right now was a mess and the hole in the store where her window used to be. Running a hand over her forehead, the young woman snapped out of her trance of scanning the front end to look up at the cop talking to her. Shaking her head at his question, she closed her eyes for a moment hoping no one had been upstairs. She still wanted to head there to check if there was an attempt at the door but the cops continued to ask questions.
“I was out all night…I do have a life outside this shop you know.” she snapped at the when he asked where she was. She knew how the police worked and she could see the wheels turning in his head trying to pin it on her. He was already working the angle that she needed the insurance money and figured that a pretend break in was her way of getting to it. “You might want to do your job and check my surveillance footage before you jump down my throat.” she added walking away from him to check behind the counter heading towards her apartment door to see if there was any attempt at it. Once she made sure that the alarm was still up and nothing was touched, Spencer head back to the shop where the police still was as well as a crowd of people. The problem with her alibi was that she was out hunting and that wasn’t something that police would really be able to accept. Not only that but if the cops decided to do some digging they’d find the gun she had on her and that wouldn’t really look too good. Kicking more glass around with her combat boots, she sighed trying to think of what she needed to do now to fix the hole in her store. This was defiantly going to cost her.
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Post by Randel Demarkus on Oct 6, 2011 16:51:41 GMT -5
The night had been pretty unproductive aside from killing a single vampire who hadn’t seen him entering the back ally across the street from his apartment. Glancing down at his watch, Randel shrugged and figured it was still early in the night. Maybe he’d grab something to eat then try again. He felt he wasn’t getting any closer to finding Anna, which was turning his mood foul fast. The little kid was deeply missed in his life. He missed her silly little laugh when she did something she really shouldn’t have. Needing to stay away from the past, he started his car up and gunned it to the nearest burger joint for a cheap greasy burger to fill his empty stomach. Maybe he’d get fries as well. With his mind set, he drove through a McDonald’s drive through, got his food and drove around until he found a good place to park the car.
Turning off the engine, Randel unclicked his buckle before opening up the bag of food to throw some fries into his mouth before picking up the burger. His stomach practically growled at the heavenly smell of meat, onions, cheese, ketchup, and mustard. “We have a B and E at the Pawn Shop on Spooner Street.” The burger stopped half way to Randel’s mouth stopped as he glanced over at the police scanner mounted discreetly under his radio and CD system. Red’s shop had been broken into? Red? One of the few friends he had? Cursing under his breath, he threw the food back in the bag hoping it wouldn’t get too cool as he broke a dozen traffic laws to get to the other side of the city. Luck was on his side since no cops were out.
Getting across down in record time, he was forced to park his car a good block away because of the cop cars and the stupid crowd that New York was well known for. A crowd that loved to watch someone else go through troubles they likely wouldn’t. Pushing his way through the crowd, a hand came up to stop him from crossing the line of police. Lifting his head up to the street light to show his face, the officer’s mouth fell open before he waved him past. Randel had made a name for himself on Wall Street as one of the riches and youngest brokers out there. His fingers were dipped into anything he could get his hands on, having the police commissioner in his back pocket came in handy for such occasions. Stepping into the store, he noted the broken window and the vast amounts of glass over the floor and counters.
Spotting the blonde, Randel walked over the glass, his boot crushing the pieces into fine dust. “Red, you ok?” His dark blue eyes skimmed over Spencer. She didn’t look hurt or roughed up so maybe she had arrived after the break in. The obvious annoyance on her face was all too familiar to him. “Anything missing?” A slight flicker of his eyes up made it clear he wasn’t talking about the goods in her shop. Next to Glitch, Randel had made it up to her apartment to help Red move things around. He knew of her extensive collection of weapons that rivaled his own.
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Post by Spencer Redfield on Oct 6, 2011 19:43:10 GMT -5
Glaring at the detective that was giving her suspicious looks, Spencer continued to go over in her head everything that had been in the store. If whoever it was hadn’t been able to really get into her store to steal anything then it was good. However, something was telling her that this might not be a regular break in. There were things that she had been able to pick up having joined Randel on some of his crime scene investigating. After all how else were they able to find out police reports of there being suspicious crimes going on that might not be normal? Some scenes were just the normal criminal break ins but others were lycan and vampire related which would always send alarms off in their heads. While the detective was whispering things to the cops, Spencer was taking in the scene around her. The shattered glass was far too into the store for it to have been someone simply throwing a rock into the place. It wouldn’t have fallen all the way into the store. Keeping that to herself, Spencer kicked more glass around as she walked the perimeter of the store checking to see if anything was missing.
The glass case that contained jewelry and expensive things was broken into a million tiny little pieces. The displays were messy but from a first glance at everything, Spencer couldn’t tell if anything was missing. She would have to do some inventory before she could figure out what was gone. Right now though, she wanted nothing more than to have the detective leave her alone and the hole in her store fixed. Thinking about having to get the window replaced as well as the jewel case only made her head hurt thinking about the money it would cost to do such a thing. Ranking a hand through her hair, she sighed tugging on the strands in frustration. The alarm that was still going wasn’t helping neither was the detective that seemed to think this was all her doing. Walking to the back, she turned the alarm off wanting to head upstairs to her apartment to make sure that no one had indeed gotten in there. She had only glanced at the door to make sure the lock was still on. However, if this was a supernatural who had decided to take to her store, getting up the side of the building wouldn’t have stopped them.
The problem was if she headed upstairs now the police would head in with her and the weapons she stored in her apartment wouldn’t help her case right now. Just as the detective seemed like he was going to head over to question her again, someone else came through the door to her store. Someone she knew and could help keeping her alibi up if needed. Telling the cops that she had been out hunting wouldn’t really help her case really. Seeing her friend, her blue eyes fall on him as she nodded her head. “I’m fine. Came in to find it like this.” she explained which would tell him she had been out hunting. “Looks like nothing was taken, guess the cops came before they could really get anything.” she added hoping he knew what she meant at the same time. She really couldn’t check upstairs until after the cops left and both of them knew that. “Looks off to me though.” she added not wanting to alert the cops to there being something she might have noticed that they wouldn’t. The only thing she did was kick the glass around some trying to signal to Randel that the glass was in the store far too much then if this was a normal break in.
Not much else could be said as the detective came back again to ask her some more questions. “Now Ms. Redfield, where exactly were you when this all happened?” he asked giving her a suspicious look. Getting frustrated with the guy, Spencer was seconds from snapping at the man. “Listen, I’ve already told you twice, I was out. There is no reason what so ever for me to break into my own store.” she added her temper flaring some more. If all these people didn’t get out of her place now she might just explode. “Can anyone verify that you were out? Or were you just conveniently alone?” he asked still giving her a suspicious look. “Listen Detective, why don’t you use that pea sized brain of yours to find who really did this and stop accusing me. Stop being lazy and do your job.” she added getting very annoyed with the guy.
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Post by Randel Demarkus on Oct 10, 2011 9:30:54 GMT -5
Entering the shop, Randel noticed the spray of the glass far into the shop. It didn’t add up with a small rock being thrown into the store, more like someone jumped through the window. Or someone with extraordinary strength punching the glass in. Curious as he was to examine the shop and it’s broken cases, he headed straight for Red. There were too many officers around for it not to look suspicious if he bent over to look for clues that they might not know to look for. He might have had the police commissioner in his pocket, but it was best not to use that card unless it was a dire situation he couldn’t get himself or friends out of. Nodding, he understood perfectly what she was hinting at. It wouldn’t be the first time they had to cover for each other in a spur of the moment investigation. “I’m here if you need anything.” Such as a cover for where she was when this happened. Again, he nodded before his eyes followed her leg down to see it kick the glass that had traveled a long way from the window. “Agreed.” And as long as the cops where in the store, they couldn’t check her apartment where all the good stuff was kept.
Groaning, Randel reached over and clamped his large hand over Spencer’s mouth right after her pointless outburst to the police officers. He could understand getting annoyed and frustrated at them when they turned on you; they’d done the same to him when he’d reported his sister missing. They’d thought he might have had a reason for wanting his sister gone. It had made no sense to him, but to the police they saw thousands of stupid reasons he might have desired his sister to be taken before they finally left him alone to do some actual police work. He restrained his strength just enough so he wouldn’t leave marks on her face, but he wasn’t gentle enough that she’d be allowed to speak without seriously thinking her words through.
“Spencer was with me when this happened. She came straight back to the store while I went to get my car and some food since I hadn’t had anything all day.” The officer arched an eyebrow at the hand covering the young woman’s mouth, as if he wanted to tell Randel to let her keep speaking. They all knew if she kept speaking she’d be arrested. Between the bill for the window and the broken glass cases around the store, he doubted Red wanted to add bail to the growing bill. “And why was Ms. Redfield with you, Mr. Demarkus?” Were they really going to try to find loop holes in his simple story? The simpler the story, the easier it was to repeat over and over to any other officers that might ask the same question. Well too bad for them, Randel had been practicing telling little white lies to the police ever since he’d started going to crime scenes. Letting his hand fall to Red’s shoulder, he forced her to turn to him before his lips smashed against hers while his free hand grabbed one of her wrist to prevent her from slapping him. It was like kissing his sister, there was nothing there but he made it work to give the officers a little show. If he had to explain to Sasha later on why he was kissing his best friend, he’d cross that bridge when they got there. But for right then, he was just trying to make sure she didn’t get arrested for trying to stall a police investigation with her fiery tongue. Pulling out of the kiss, he whispered gently in her ear so no one would hear it. “Go along with it.”
Randel glanced back over at the officer and arched an eyebrow, challenging him to refute what he’d just seen. The officer’s mouth only hung open after the kiss between the two as if he wasn’t sure if it was an act or a real thing. “Do I really need to tell you why she was with me?”
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Post by Spencer Redfield on Oct 10, 2011 16:06:02 GMT -5
There was one thing that most people knew about Spencer and that was her short temper. She really did not like talking to stupid people or people that simply annoyed her. Her patients was minimal on a good day and it was ease to set her off. Why she was like this no one really knew, not even Spencer herself. Maybe she was simply tired of waiting? Tired of having to wait for some clues as to where her sister might be? Or tired of always being alone. Sure she went out on dates and enjoyed herself but that was about it. She had a small make shift family that consisted of the other hunters whom she worked with, but that could only go so far. There were nights the young woman came home after a close call wondering if anyone would miss her if she got killed out during her missions. That thought soon left her mind quickly, as she took a long bubble bath and let the stress of the day leave her body. However, the thought had come at one point haunting her mind. She knew that fighting vampires and lycan’s wasn’t something that would allow her to live a long life. Having read up on the history of hunters in the Safe House archives, she knew that many didn’t make it to an old age for a reason.
It was just something that came with the job. It seemed that her temper was really going to get her into more hot water. The Detective was already itching for a reason to arrest her and the woman’s flare wasn’t helping the matter. She was about to add to her statement when a familiar had came over her face. This caused her temper to sky rocket as her eyes darted towards Randel, the look she was giving him could kill at this point. The only thought that came to her mind at this point was to bite the man’s hand and punch him for even attempting to shut her up like this. However, the rational part of her mind was telling her to stay quiet before she got herself arrested and the cops decided to search her place. Still looking at Randel, she started to follow his train of thought when he decided to secure her alibi. The detective however didn’t seem to believe them one bit it seemed because he was already asking questions. Spencer’s eyes darted to the Detective once he started asking more questions getting her even more worked up on the matter. She wanted nothing more than to strangle him right there in front of everyone. The only good thing about it was that they both knew how to lie and how to lie well.
Before she could reach out and strangle the idiot questioning them, she felt herself being turned before something very unusual happened. When Randel’s lips smacked against her, the first thing on her mind was to smack the man for even thinking that. Her left hand had started reacting only to find that he was holding it in place. He knew her well enough to know what she would do especially since there was absolutely nothing between them. To Spencer, Randel was like her brother. She had known him for a good chuck of her life and always had his back. The fact that he was kissing her right then and there only made her face scrunch up in somewhat of a disgusted manner. She wanted to push him away but couldn’t not with the cops there and not with him holding her wrist. The reason why she hadn’t pulled out her gun at this point was because her mind finally caught on to what Randel was doing to prove her alibi to be true. As much as she disliked the situation, she let it happened trying not to make a disgusted face when he finally pulled away.
Not wanting to blow the cover, she nodded slightly before playing along and putting her arm around Randel’s waist leaning into him somewhat. She didn’t like the situation at all but if it was going to keep her out of jail and them out of her apartment she would have to start liking it. Tucking a stand of hair behind her ear, she looked to the detective noticing how baffled he was by the whole display. It took him a moment before he said anything still staring at them in a calculating manner. “Umm.. right…I just didn’t think you’d be with someone… Never mind. So you were with Mr. Demarkus here when this happened.” he added jotting it down on his note pad. Spencer’s temper started returning the more the detective spoke and she found herself wanting to do to him what she did to vampires. “Someone like what? Me? Brooklyn trash is that what you meant to say?” she asked her anger getting the best of her in that moment. Her hand around Randel’s waist grabbed the back of his shirt as she tried to prevent herself from leaping onto the man and showing her exactly what trash like her could do. ”No no, of course not. That is all the questions for now. I’ll send someone in the morning to pick up the surveillance tapes.” he added trying to get out of there quickly now that he knew Spencer knew Randel in a more personal matter. He did not need to hear his boss bitching about overstepping a line
Spencer was ready to bite the man’s head off at this point however once he said he was leaving; she started relaxing a bit thinking it would defiantly be a good thing if he did. Pulling away from Randel for a moment, she grabbed her phone and started calling for someone to come and replace her window. She really didn’t want to be up all night and day guarding the place. While she did that, some of the crew with the detective started clearing out leaving only the few who still had a few more things to look over before they could leave themselves. With the detective gone, Spencer figured it would be best to check upstairs. “Hopefully they didn’t make it to my apartment.” she muttered low enough for Randel to hear. Before she left, Spencer turned and quickly punched Randel hard in the shoulder. “That’s for the kiss.” she added before she slipped to the back heading upstairs to her apartment.
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