[JP] Begin The Game - RP for vivo_per_ardua, det_don_flack, etc.
"Maybe just for tonight; we can pretend it's alright; what's the price I pay?" -Kinda I Want To, Nine Inch Nails
"Jesus Christ, it looks like a scene right outta Friday the 13th in here."
Pushing a blonde lock of hair behind her ear, Alison arched a brow and lifted her head from the body below her. "Yes, because Jason Vorhees obviously was the one who came slashing through here with a machete to splatter our victim's entrails all over the room. The entrails that happen to be perfectly intact on this body." Shaking her head, Alison signalled for Adam to start collecting trace while Hawkes began photographing the scene. "Which seems to perfectly explain how her head exploded and her brains went kablam all over the place."
The tall brunette detective just shook her head and arched a brow at Adam, who seemed to be a little sick to his stomach. "Your lab rat's looking a little blue in the face, Doc."
"No barfing on the crime scene, Adam." Alison quipped dryly before turning her attention back to the detective. "As lovely as it is to see you again, Detective Beretti, I thought Morasca was the lead on this."
Beretti shrugged and smirked a little at Alison. "She was a little tied up so you're stuck with me. Don't ask me where she is but I bet it's good."
"Your witnesses are over there. Good luck convincing the director to shut the production of this Scream Divas contest down." She quipped and went back to collecting evidence from their victim.
The scene was bloody. Brain and skull fragments were plastered against the far wall of the unusually gothic sunroom. The victim had been shackled around the neck with some kind of large metal collar, with no detonator present. It reminded Alison of something, but she couldn't remember what. While Beretti went off to question the producers of the show - a reality contest in which 10 actresses competed for a breakout role in a new horror film - and convince them to shut down production until the case was closed. Instead, they wanted to move production to their studio in Queens and add extra security as a safety measure.
If anyone were to ask Alison if the scene bothered her, the answer would be a convincing no. But really? It got to her on a deeper level than most of the cases she'd worked. She was used to bloody scenes, but this was something straight out of a horror movie. A woman had been carelessly murdered like one of the victims of a sadistic serial killer in the horror movies that never died.
"Someone's taking this contest too seriously." She muttered as she shook her head. God, she hated Halloween.
"Jesus Christ, it looks like a scene right outta Friday the 13th in here."
Pushing a blonde lock of hair behind her ear, Alison arched a brow and lifted her head from the body below her. "Yes, because Jason Vorhees obviously was the one who came slashing through here with a machete to splatter our victim's entrails all over the room. The entrails that happen to be perfectly intact on this body." Shaking her head, Alison signalled for Adam to start collecting trace while Hawkes began photographing the scene. "Which seems to perfectly explain how her head exploded and her brains went kablam all over the place."
The tall brunette detective just shook her head and arched a brow at Adam, who seemed to be a little sick to his stomach. "Your lab rat's looking a little blue in the face, Doc."
"No barfing on the crime scene, Adam." Alison quipped dryly before turning her attention back to the detective. "As lovely as it is to see you again, Detective Beretti, I thought Morasca was the lead on this."
Beretti shrugged and smirked a little at Alison. "She was a little tied up so you're stuck with me. Don't ask me where she is but I bet it's good."
"Your witnesses are over there. Good luck convincing the director to shut the production of this Scream Divas contest down." She quipped and went back to collecting evidence from their victim.
The scene was bloody. Brain and skull fragments were plastered against the far wall of the unusually gothic sunroom. The victim had been shackled around the neck with some kind of large metal collar, with no detonator present. It reminded Alison of something, but she couldn't remember what. While Beretti went off to question the producers of the show - a reality contest in which 10 actresses competed for a breakout role in a new horror film - and convince them to shut down production until the case was closed. Instead, they wanted to move production to their studio in Queens and add extra security as a safety measure.
If anyone were to ask Alison if the scene bothered her, the answer would be a convincing no. But really? It got to her on a deeper level than most of the cases she'd worked. She was used to bloody scenes, but this was something straight out of a horror movie. A woman had been carelessly murdered like one of the victims of a sadistic serial killer in the horror movies that never died.
"Someone's taking this contest too seriously." She muttered as she shook her head. God, she hated Halloween.