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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Sept 24, 2013 14:05:35 GMT -5
With a mere flash of his badge, probably unneeded due to his frequent crime scene visits, Eric walked under the yellow tape as an officer held it up for him. Homicide, unfortunately, was something that the man saw often. After all, it was his job to investigate such cases. In the city of Illyri though, there had been plenty of strange, unsolved cases lately, but Eric was more determined then ever. Hoping that the most recent murder was connected and would give him some clues, Eric walked past the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance, into the ancient library. It took him only moments to be briefed on what had happened and, once he was informed, he pulled on a pair of gloves before being led to the body, located between a set of shelves. "Who found the body?" Eric asked, kneeling down to observe it, careful not to contaminate the scene. "Librarian. She's with I.C.P.D. now. This look like your guy?" Eric looked from the body... neck snapped and torn apart, as if by someone's teeth, body broken and battered. "Looks like it." As sorry as Eric felt for the now dead woman, hopefully her death wouldn't be in vain and would help them solve the case. "I need some time to question the librarian..." Eric insisted, standing up and pulling of the gloves. It really was a gruesome sight, one the was hard to get use to even after a few years. Being led back outside, into the cold night air, his eyes flashed over the different faces, some observes, shocked and disturbed, others investigators, urging the curious to stay back. "Miss Cavanaugh?" he inquired, coming up toward the woman who was just finishing up with being questioned by the police. Eric nodded to the officer who said his farewells to the librarian before heading off to file his own report. "Detective Eric Rhodes," he said, holding out his hand. "Would you mind answering some questions? I know you've probably had a long night, so I apologize."OUTFITEleanor V. Cavanaugh
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Post by Eleanor V. Cavanaugh on Sept 24, 2013 16:21:39 GMT -5
God this day had suddenly taken a turn for the worst. Never in a million years would Eleanor thought she’d ever be the one to find a dead body, especially not in her place of work. What surprised her most though was how the woman had been killed. Not that she would let on to the human investigators but they weren't dealing with anything that they would be able to get rid of easily from the looks of it. She’d only seen pictures of what vampires could do to those they feed on, not all were extremely messy, but this one evidently didn't care about being discreet.
Elle didn't know how she had missed the creature, even though her sense of smell wasn't as great as that of a werewolf, or even a vampire, she had been able to pick up on them before.
She had about a moment between the officer finishing up his questions before the detective arrived and introduced himself. Her eyes wandered briefly up and down the man’s well-dressed body before she gave him her full attention and shook his hand. “I’d say nice to meet you detective, but this isn't the greatest of circumstances.” She said with a sigh. “Yes, of course I’d be happy to help. This is really a terrible thing.” She frowned, letting more grief show in her face. Ellie really hated when people died before their time, even though it was a fact of life. All things die eventually.
But one thing was certain, she couldn't tell the detective what kind of killer he was really after. Not only would people think that she was crazy, she would be exposing a whole host of the supernatural, including herself.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Sept 25, 2013 13:27:49 GMT -5
Eric smiled grimly. "Do you need anything before we get started? I don't know how long we might be here." He glanced briefly at her clothes, figuring that she was probably cold in the chilly, autumn air. "we can go inside, if you like and I can have someone bring us some coffee." Eric wasn't quite sure if she would feel comfortable going back inside, where a person had just been murdered. Although, if she planned on working there still, she would eventually have to go back inside.
Glancing toward the ambulance, he saw that the paramedics and the coroner were unloading the stretcher. From the looks of it, they were ready to take the body away so that they could perform the autopsy. Eric had seen a number of autopsies, especially lately. While they often had clues to offer him, they weren't exactly his favorite thing to see. If there was anything new though, he would be called to check it out.
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Post by Eleanor V. Cavanaugh on Sept 25, 2013 16:25:07 GMT -5
“I might need something a little stronger than coffee detective, but right now I’m sure it’ll help me warm up.” She replied rubbing her arms to try and ward off the cold. Her eyes moved in the direction detective Rhodes was looking and she shivered a little, not from the cold though. Eleanor hated the idea that such a sinister creature was on the loose and had chosen her place of work to attack a person. The library was kind of like a sacred sanctuary. It was someplace people should be able to go and read and not be bothered.
“Uhm yes, I think inside would be better, more places to sit, better lighting and of course it is about a hundred times warmer.” Elle said to the detective. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up and she didn't feel all that safe standing out in the open with a murderer on the loose. “I mean, unless you’re allergic to books Detective Rhodes.” She gave him a slight smile, call her terrible but she was a woman after all, and the man was gorgeous. “I find a man who doesn't have a problem with reading, quite amazing.” Elle then turned and made her way back towards the library’s main entrance, not bothering to see if the detective was following her.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Sept 25, 2013 17:30:37 GMT -5
Eric tried not to smile at what she said, but his lips curved anyway. "I can assure you, Miss Cavanaugh, I'm not allergic to books." It was true too. Eric enjoyed reading a good novel, especially if it was a mystery. His mother had always made sure her boys read. Hell, even John picked up a book every now and then, though he enjoyed mostly comic books.
"Shall we?" Guiding her toward the entrance of the library, the door of which was open, Eric stopped for a moment to send one of the interns from the station for coffee. Once inside, however, Eric very gently took Eleanor's arm and urged her to stand to the side as the body was being taken away. Though the body was zipped up inside of a body bag, it could still be a sickening thing to watch for some.
"Right over here should be good," he suggested, motioning toward a nearby table that offered them some privacy, but was still close enough to the action in case they were needed or they needed someone else. Pulling out one of the chairs for her, Eric opted to half sit, half lean on the table top. "I hope you're not too put off by any of this. It's a shame when something like this happen's where someone works." Though Eric always offered his sympathies, they were always sincere. He knew how painful or traumatizing death could be, whether you knew the person or not.
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Post by Eleanor V. Cavanaugh on Sept 25, 2013 22:35:39 GMT -5
Eleanor tried not to gloat too much on the inside that she had been able to pull the tiniest hints of a smile out of the detective. I mean it was called living for a reason right? Yes death was terrible but the fact that they were still there to live another day spoke volumes. So of course she didn't feel completely guilty for flirting with the hot detective, but she did lose her smile as the paramedics wheeled the body passed them and out of the library. Elle nodded and followed the detective towards one section of the library that was a little quieter than the others, however hard that was at the moment.
Eleanor took a long moment to answer the detective, she didn't want to come off as insensitive to the dead, but she didn't want to lie to the man either. “I don’t want to sound terrible or anything but even though it’s a tragic and horrible way to die, life still goes on. You can’t put off your life just because another has ended. I know some would think it’s insensitive but I learned the hard way when my grandmother passed away from cancer when I was young.” Elle said to the detective. Now that she had said it, it really did sound horrible to say out loud.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Sept 25, 2013 23:49:52 GMT -5
Eric nodded, completely in agreement. "I don't find that to be such a terrible thing to say," he responded. "I'm a detective, and that's a rule I try my best to live by. However... it's also my job to figure out who did this so that I can prevent even just one more life from ending prematurely." They were straying away from the intended conversation, however.
"So... Miss Cavanaugh..." Eric straightened his tie, and looked up, wondering how long their coffee would take. "Did you know the victim?" Eric was sure she had already been asked such questions, but it was imperative that he hear these things from her himself.
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Post by Eleanor V. Cavanaugh on Sept 26, 2013 16:25:46 GMT -5
The questioning had taken them about an hour or so to get everything the detective needed. She hadn't known the woman all that much, just that she came in from time to time to read books but never checked any out. She would stay for a several hours at a time then go home. Eleanor was straight forward with Detective Rhodes, not pussyfooting around his questions. She knew that the most honest she was the quicker it would be over with.
“Do you need to know anything more detective?” Elle asked him, sipping the coffee one of the officers had brought them and checking her phone for the time. It wasn't extremely late so hopefully her cat wouldn't hate her too much for being behind on feeding her. She glanced at the man sitting in front of her and wondered in her head if he happened to be single. Something about a well-dressed man just turned her on. Probably because it normally meant that he could take care of himself and had a place of his own and a good job.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Oct 2, 2013 13:39:06 GMT -5
At one point, Eric had pulled out a small notebook to jot things down in. Now that they were done, however, he flipped it shut and placed it, along with his pen, into a pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. "That just about covers it, unless there's anything else you wanted to add." Looking at his watch, he saw just how late it was now. Getting to his feet, he fixed his jacket and motioned his head toward the door.
"Do you need a ride home?" he asked her, knowing just how late it was. He wasn't going to just leave and make her head home by herself, not with a killer on the loose. Besides, with the murder having been in her place of work, who was to say that the person was done with the job there? It was always something that Eric considered.
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Post by Eleanor V. Cavanaugh on Oct 4, 2013 22:55:25 GMT -5
Eleanor shook her head; she could think of anything else that they hadn't already covered in the whole interrogation/interview process that needed to be told now. Especially the fact that this wasn't exactly a human killing other people; it was a supernatural being that was the culprit. Unfortunately Elle could tell the detective that. For one he’d think she was completely nuts or still in shock and two it just wasn't an option.
When Eric offered her a ride home though, Eleanor smiled inwardly and said “That would be quite nice actually. I don’t feel all that comfortable walking home at night and the cab drivers hardly ever stop for me.” She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear in a slightly flirty way, but ‘tried’ to be discreet about it. Honestly, she was at the scene of a murder and couldn't stop thinking about jumping this detective’s bones all night long.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Oct 14, 2013 22:04:38 GMT -5
The detective merely watched her tuck her hair behind her ear, glancing over her shoulder as the cleaners arrived to clean up the crime scene. He was doing his best to maintain a professional composure, especially considering someone was just heartlessly slaughtered in the middle of the city's largest library. "Right," he said, looking at her and giving her a short, still rather grim smile. "If there's anything you need to grab, before we go..."
While he waited for her to respond to this or go retrieve her personal effects, his eyes averted back to one of the cleaners. For a moment, he swore the man's eyes looked different, as he looked at the detective before putting on his mask and getting started. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, but as his attention was drawn back to Miss Cavanaugh, he focused once more on reality and not the absurd fantasy that had just been forming in his head. "My car is right outside," Detective Rhodes mentioned, walking somewhat ahead to hold the door open for her. Briefly giving a farewell to a few of the other officers, and telling them that he would head back to the station after he made sure Miss Cavanaugh was safely in her own home, he allowed the door to shut behind them. "Are you cold?" he asked her, leading her toward his car. He had no qualms with shrugging off his suit jacket and allowing her to borrow it until she was back home.
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Post by Eleanor V. Cavanaugh on Oct 15, 2013 21:21:36 GMT -5
Taking the rather obvious hint that the detective wasn't going to flirt with her back Eleanor made a conscious effort to rein in her hormones and hold back her slight disappointment. Yeah it was a rather awful thing that had happened here tonight and she hoped like hell that someone was able to catch the bastard who had killed an innocent woman in the middle of a public library, and all without making any noise whatsoever. Elle shook her head at Eric’s question “No I've got everything that I need with me.” She replied.
Eleanor followed his gaze to the cleanup crew and narrowed her eyes suspiciously at one of the male cleaners. She wasn’t sure if Eric had noticed but she definitely saw that the man wasn’t exactly human, but she was too far away from him to determine just what kind of “other” he was. Choosing to ignore it at she followed the detective out of the building and towards his car. Rubbing her arms against the slight chill in the night air she nodded “Just a little, I didn’t realize it would be this cool tonight.” She said quietly.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Oct 16, 2013 0:27:54 GMT -5
Stopping for a moment, Eric shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over Eleanor's shoulders. "Car's right over here," he said, indicating a sleek, unmarked black car, just past the police tape and a throng of bystanders. Eric didn't mind taking his jacket off for her in the least. In all honesty, he preferred to drive without it anyway, never having liked the feeling of driving with a jacket on. Opening the passenger side door for her, he waited until she was completely inside to close the door. All around them, people were still gathering and gossiping over the ordeal, despite the hour, and the police lights continued to flash.
Climbing into the driver's seat, Eric wasted no time in starting up the car. "Where is it you live, exactly?" he inquired, waiting for her to direct him. The detective swallowed hard, keeping his gaze on the street in order to avoid giving her any inappropriate looks. The last thing he wanted was to stare at her legs like an idiot and freak her out. With the car running, but still in park, Eric unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and proceeded to roll them up to just below his elbows. Finally glancing over at her, he wondered if she had more of an involvement in the case. From the killer's patterns, it looked as though he was killing women between the ages of twenty and thirty, though no other connections had been drawn. Unfortunately, she looked as though she was a part of that age range.
Oddly enough, he felt the need to warn her... to tell her that she should lock her doors at night and take the necessary precautions while such a dangerous person was on the loose. Sure, he usually did this anyway and always felt the need, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because of just how striking she was. Eric had seen plenty of pretty girls zipped up into body bags before. He hoped for her sake that his warning was unnecessary. Eric's blue eyes, as always, were rather piercing and he would be lying if he said that he didn't glance at her legs the moment that he saw her eyes flicker away. It was only human nature and he averted his eyes almost immediately.
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Post by Eleanor V. Cavanaugh on Oct 16, 2013 22:29:20 GMT -5
“Thank you” she said politely. Eleanor pulled Eric’s suit jacket closed around her to block out the slight cold chill of the night air. As she did so she couldn't help but breathe in the manly scent of the detective that clung to the fabric of the jacket. While he covered it up in cologne she could still detect hints of woodsy scents that were more of his natural smell. The fact that he smelt good did little to put out the fire the man was building with her libido. Elle was quickly wondering if she would even be able to survive the car ride with him to her house without at least trying to kiss the guy once they were there.
The fact that the detective held the passenger door open for her like any well raised gentleman would only furthered her attraction to the man. In the back of her mind a voice told her that an attraction this strong to a perfect stranger wasn't normal, but she mostly ignored it. Taking her mind off that for a moment she buckled herself as Eric got into the driver’s seat. “I live at 1812 Marlandwood Ave on the East Side.” Eleanor told him quietly. Most people often wondered why she chose to live there rather than the center of the city, where the neighborhood was marginally better but Elle has never had a problem with anyone trying to break in not that she couldn't protect herself if that ever happened.
She played with the cuff of Eric’s suit jacket as she tried her hardest not to stare at the detective. He looked even better in just his white collared shirt than he did in the suit jacket. Elle rolled her eyes at her lack of self-control but couldn't help but sneak another look at the gorgeous man giving her a ride home.
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Oct 22, 2013 17:44:20 GMT -5
Eric was certainly surprised about her living arrangements, though this didn't show at all. He didn't often show his surprise to begin with. Still, it wasn't often that you found such a well dressed and well mannered woman living in the East Side. As a child, he and his brothers had pretty much been forbidden from even looking at the East Side without their parents being there with them. During the drive, he had very little to talk about... not because it was an awkward silence or anything, but because he had a murder case on his mind and his more serious nature, which didn't exactly do him justice, was showing.
When they finally pulled up outside of her house, Eric parked his car and turned his blue eyes toward her. "You going to be alright? Do you live by yourself?" He was honestly worried for her well being. Up until that point, he had thrown away the idea that the killer had been after her. That is, until he noticed something. Eyebrows knitting together, Eric toward her the slightest bit, though he wasn't looking at her... he was peering out the passenger-side window.
"Stay here," he insisted, practically throwing off his seat belt and jumping from the car. Before he even moved toward the house, his gun was out and ready, should the need for it arise. Going up the steps, he peered inside, taking only a moment to glance at the broken down door. It looked as though someone or something had bashed right through it... quite a feat considering how thick and solid the wood appeared to be. Heading into the darkened home, ready to shoot should someone jump out, he knew that it was safe to assume that back at the library, Eleanor Cavanaugh had been the intended target. Though the door was in bad shape, it looked as though nothing else was damaged in the least. Still, that didn't mean that someone wasn't still in there, waiting for her. He was ready for that as he made his way through the downstairs rooms.
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