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Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 01-15-08 11:02 PM Link
OOC: The Argentinian branch of the Blood Line RP.



The damp, dark, cloistered and sweaty room was taking its toll on all of its inhabitants. The Buenos Aires policeman standing in the corner of the room, staring out the thin slits of the window panes. He rubbed the sweat off his face and out of his bushy, graying mustache before turning back to the three people wrapped in safety blankets, shivering. It was 95 degrees Fahrenheit. He could not believe his eyes.

"So, let me get this straight. You three were standing in the square when all of a sudden" he emphasized that with biting sarcasm, "a man drained the 'life' and 'warmth' out of the entire court without ANY machines and killed over thirty people WITHOUT A MARK ON THEM?!"

He slammed his hands down hard on the desk, balls of sweat bouncing off him. They nodded, unphased by his disbelief. He turned again, facing the window.

"...Alright, you're free to go." The three people stood and walked towards the door. "Tell the clerk that Detective Arman let you go."

After they were gone, he pressed a button on the intercom built into the wall. "Alright, Augestine, you can come in now." Seconds after, a slightly overweight blond haired American walked in.

"Can you believe this bullshit?!"


(Last edited by Cairoi on 01-29-08 12:55 AM)
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 01-15-08 11:31 PM Link
John, just too tall to be short, and on the verge of being stocky, fixed his hair.

"Well, I wasn't sent here to have opinions, just to report the truth Now, we can do the interview? I've got a camera man waiting outside."
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 01-28-08 09:54 PM Link
"Alright, let me just check in with the last witness. He's being held down the hall. Detective Solomons was supposed to be interrogating him, but he hasn't gotten back to me. I just want to grab his statement. " Detective Arman walked past John and made his way down the concrete hall. The air seemed to fluctuate the closer he got to the cell, instinctively making him uncomfortable.

His face went sheet white when he opened the door. "GET AN AMBULANCE!!!"

The holding cell was letting in a warm breeze through the gaping hole blown through it, drying Detective Solomons' blood, smeared upon the walls.
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 01-28-08 10:24 PM Link
John charged around the corner and looked at the mess before him only a moment before turning back the way he came and yelling to his camera man,

"Samuel, get over here!"

Samuel came around, camera resting on his shoulder, and pointed it into the room. He instantly lowered the camera, bent over, and vomited. John, pushed the camera man out of the way, and grabbed the camera.

"Out of the way. If you aren't going to do your job, I will."

He brought the eyepiece up and began filming the holding cell. He began to walk forward, panning the lens around the bloodied room.
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 01-28-08 10:31 PM Link
Arman slowly walked into the room. There was blood everywhere, splattered on the walls, the ceiling, everywhere. Solomons was torn asunder on the table, organs shred and bones shattered. No mortal man could have done this.

When the doctors pushed past him and saw the body, he snapped out of the daze he was in. "The witness had to have done this. There's no other explanation. I can't comprehend the wall or the method."

From outside, a loud bang burst from the parking lot, and a police car's sirens began to wail. Arman turned to John. "John, welcome to the police force. You're coming with me." Arman ran through the hole in the wall, his keys jingling on his belt, and the case file of the patient in his hands.

Solomons would be avenged.
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 01-28-08 10:41 PM Link
The camera lingered on the spectacle before them before John began to run after Arman, not wanting to miss a moment of what was to come. As he stepped through the hole he turned back to Samuel.

"Call Simmons. He'll want to hear about this."

And he quickly chased after Arman, keeping close watch on the viewfinder.
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 01-28-08 10:55 PM Link
It wasn't hard to find where the suspect was. He just followed the smell of blood. It led him around the corner of the building to the parking lot. He flinched when he saw the wailing police car facing him. The suspect was in the passenger's seat, a sinister grin on his face. Arman didn't have time to get over the shock before the car flew forwards and slammed into him. Arman rolled over the roof of the car before hitting the ground, his whole body aching.

Luckily, Arman had always known how to shift his body weight in cases like this. He slowly rose from the ground, aching terribly. His legs burned, but he drew his pistol and fired at the car.

Things were not looking good.
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 01-28-08 11:00 PM Link
John came around the corner of the building as Arman crested his flight over the car. As the shots were fired, he ducked back behind the wall, but at the same moment, flipped out the camera's viewfinder and edged it around the corner.
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 01-28-08 11:11 PM Link
Arman looked over at John. "Augustine!! Here!!" Arman threw his keys over to John. "It's car 12!"

As he said this, he continued firing at the car, making its way out of the station's parking lot.
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 01-28-08 11:16 PM Link
The keys skidded on the ground before John. He stared at them, then looked back at the scene before him. After a moment's consideration, he set the camera down, looking at the parking lot, grabbed the keys, and ran.


(Last edited by FX on 01-29-08 02:17 AM)
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 02-01-08 07:07 PM Link
In moments, Arman and Augustine were making their chase on the deadly fugitive. Arman sat in the passenger seat, bandaging the open wounds on his legs with the first aid kit built into every police car. He sighed once his work was done, looking up at the street. They were on the freeway, speeding after the car before them. Reinforcements were far behind.

He peeked open the case file and began to read it aloud. "His name is Roberto Alavarez. Age 24, son of Alonso and Meche Alavarez. He has no previous criminal record, nothing out of the ordinary...How the hell could this be happening?"

His face went pale and the papers fell from his hands as the suspect's police car flew up into the air. Everything went white when their car collided with another, another piece in the chain reaction of metallic destruction forming in the freeway.




Arman groaned as he regained consciousness. He was outside the car somehow, several feet from the actual crash site. He instantly lifted himself off the ground and made his way over to the car.

"Augustine!! Augustine!!"
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 02-01-08 07:54 PM Link
John's head rolled back as he woke up. He tightly shut his eyes and opened them again, trying to shake the several images of the ceiling that swam before him. He tried to move, but was pinned down by the airbag. He struggled with it for a moment, and somehow managed to get it deflated.

He fumbled with the buckle of the seatbelt, trying to figure out which one he saw he could actually grab, and managed to get that undone.

"The camera. Where the hell is it..."

He trailed off as he saw a mangled hunk of plastic sitting where the dashboard used to be. He snatched it, and found where the eject button used to be. The door opened halfway before it halted. John grabbed the edge, yanked it open, and pulled out the small, mostly intact, tape, and let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine."
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 02-01-08 08:26 PM Link
"That's good to hear." The hair on the back of Arman's neck rose when the dark, grating voice of Roberto Alavarez filled the air behind him. "I didn't want the fun to end already." Arman turned and drew his gun, only to find it twisted and bent by Alaverez's grip alone. Arman dropped the useless gun and took a few steps back, horrified. This man was something he could not comprehend.

"I am one of the blessed few, the ones visited by The Baptist. I am no longer Roberto Alaverez. I am Fenrir, a god among you mortal men. Treat me as such."

Roberto reached towards the car and his hands crunched the metal like it was cloth, and he tossed it over the side of the freeway with litheness.

"I am leaving for America now, Detective Arman. You will not alert Interpol. You will not alert anyone. Otherwise, every police officer and their family, every innocent warrior will die by my hands. I welcome you to follow and try to stop me yourself. But don't make the mistake of bringing another officer into this."

Roberto turned and looked at a large van about to drive around the crash, headed for the airport. He turned back to the detective and reporter, and he spoke these final words as his body began to grow black fur and his eyes started to glow a fierce yellow.

"Farewell, you two. I'm off to my hunting trip." And as he bolted for the van, his form finished its shift, and the werewolf-like frame of Fenrir leaped onto the van and vanished from sight.
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 02-01-08 08:51 PM Link
John lay on the ground where he had tumbled from the car, moments before it had been launched over the freeway.

"Why couldn't I have filmed that part..."
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 02-01-08 08:59 PM Link
Arman stood in silence. In all his years on the force, he'd never been treated to a more surreal day in his life. He slowly sank down, sitting near John. He was silent for a moment, lost in thought, but he soon regained his awareness.

Arman had his whole world flipped upside down on him now, but one thing was for sure. Solomons was dead because of this man. He didn't care if he was man, wolf, or god. Detective Joseph Banitero Arman would not rest until he put a bullet into Alaverez's head.

He turned over to John and wiped his brow as he said the next line with solemn force.

"You heard the man. We're going to America."
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 02-01-08 09:12 PM Link
John went wide-eyed.

"You want me to go with you after that... thing?"
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 02-01-08 09:18 PM Link
"Yeah. You heard him, I can't bring another agent with me. In case something happens to me, someone needs to let the world know what this man is capable of. You can bring a friend, too, if you'd like. The more the better."
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 02-01-08 09:34 PM Link
Francisco Sierra entered the apartment to the sight of John ransacking his closet.

"John, what are you doing?"

"You mean, what are we doing."

"Alright, what are we doing?"

"We're going back to America. I already packed for you."

"What, you just got here. Besides, I can't leave, I have commitments."

"So what, just go, like you did in the Army."

John froze, knowing the mistake he had made before the words had left his lips. He approached his friend.

"Frankie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. But this is big, and I can't do this alone."

"Do what alone?"

John's eyes lit up. He fished the mini DV tape from his pocket and slid it into the tape deck at his desk.

"I'm glad you asked."
Cairoi
This isn't about you and your loud mouth,
This is about me and my fucking beard.








Since: 08-29-04
From: PA

Since last post: 4610 days
Last activity: 4234 days
Posted on 02-01-08 10:35 PM Link
Joseph Arman sat in silence in his superior officer's office. The room was deathly still after Arman finished explaining the situation to him. The two were both grieving for Solomons, as well, so the air was tainted with somberness.

"Joseph, you realize what you're saying, right? I can't let any of this be your public statement. You'll destroy the name of this organization."

"Then here's what we do. You write it off as an escaped fugitive who killed an officer and harmed others, but died during the chase. We can't put a Wanted sign on him. It won't work."

His boss rose up, slamming his fist down. "Then what do you propose we do?! Let him go?!!"

"No. I'm going after him myself. I'm going to be accompanied by two civilians, one who has video proof of the events which I described. I'm going to hunt down Alavarez and kill him, even if it means you have to take my badge. I'm leaving at the end of the week."

Arman and his boss both were silent. Arman looked at him with eyes that spoke of the rage that plagued him for letting Alaverez go, and the confidence he had in himself.

"He's headed for New York, sir. And in a few day's time, once these wounds have healed, so will I. Roberto Alaverez is a dead man, sir."

"You don't have to surrender your badge, but I want you to work with the utmost of cover. Don't wave your badge around. You could get us in a lot of trouble if that's what it comes down to."

"Trust me, sir, I won't put any risk to you. If the integrity of the mission is compromised, my badge will disappear. I'll be just another dead tourist."
FX

Zombie Marco








Since: 03-24-06

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Posted on 02-01-08 11:17 PM Link
John paced back and forth in the airport terminal. He was dressed in a fairly nice suit, and his fingers drummed on his chest, where he could feel the plastic of the tape that was in his inside jacket's pocket.

Francisco sat at one of the terminal's chairs, wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the Peace Corps logo, and thumbing through an old, tattered copy of Upton Sinclair's
The Jungle.


(Last edited by FX on 02-02-08 02:18 AM)
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