PARANORMALIA

[sorrow made you]

Two long whistles slipped passed the lips of a snow-white haired woman. A fingerless gloved hand fell to the woman's waist and a small smirk settled with her. "Hmph. I know you're here, asshole." She muttered, almost in a sing-song tone as she looked over the light up city. Wind swept around her as she looked further down the building to the cement far below. "You're just outta my reach, aren'cha? Well I've got friends in some high and low places. I'll get you soon enough." Her hands stuffed into her leather jacket and she kicked off the side, heading back toward the stairs into the building. "Soon enough."


The next morning, the large city was hustling and bustling. Already sirens blared, heading to the most recent crime scene. It was taped off and police cluttered the area, keeping passerbys from standing around for too long. Detectives were out and about, checking the two bodies and the crime scene for any clues.


Evelyn Rosengart, however, was not one of those detectives. With her steel toed boots, leather jacket and overall punch demeanor, she made her way to the yellow tape and without much thought, pulled it down enough for her to step over. The police were too distracted over on one side, dealing with someone that could have possibly known the victims to acknowledge her at first. But after seeing her walking onto the scene, a couple police stopped her.


"Ma'am, you can't come in here. This is a crime scene."


"I know." She said flatly and leaned so she could look past the officer. The officer simply moved in her line of sight. Dull brown eyes fell on the man. "Look, yer in my way."


"I need you to go back behind the tape, Ma--"


"Nnnnnaaaaa, I don't think I will" She shuffled left and right, then easily spun passed the man. In his frustration, he radioed to other officers to acknowledge her. Evelyn didn't care. She walked up to an older man, an officer with authority, and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey Gramps." She said with a slight grin.


"Evelyn." The man said, his white blond mustache twitching slightly with lack of amusement. "If you are here, then I assume you have a valid reason."


"Why would I ever not have a valid reason?" She said as if offended by the statement. Her fake expression melted into a snarky grin as she looked over the scene. "Yeah, this ain't anything close to right, and I can feel it."


"....Did you see anything?"


"Na. I don't see the future. I sense things."


"Well did you sense anything?"


"I'm here, ain't I?"


"Evelyn..."


"So what's up with the bodies?"


The man let out a sigh and looked over them. "It's happened in Utah, Minnesota, and Mississippi. Now here." He hesitated, as if not sure how to word this information. "All young women, all had intestines gutted and replaced with butterflies."


Evelyn snorted slightly but then cleared her throat. "Sorry. But this guy's got a little bit of humor."


"I don't see what's so funny."


"I'll show you soon enough." With that, she walked further onto the scene with the other detectives.


@Lyusi Avtomat

 

[Lyusi Avtomat]

This day seriously couldn’t get any worse. Really. From the moment he woke up, the wrung out detective has been on his toes. First started with an apparent sick daughter who refused to see the tutor today. Parenting was probably worse than being a detective sometimes. Most times. After calling her bluff, he got her up, eating, and ready for her homeschooling. Which, also brought another problem: directing the tutor to their hotel suite. Not having a home base could be tiring. He really needed to settle down, at least for Vivianna’s sake.


Then he spent the rest of the day looking over his current case. Only to be interrupted later in the evening by this big guys. So, let’s just skip ahead, past him arguing with Vivi that she couldn’t go along, dealing with city traffic—stopping to rubberneck as a rather well-assed woman—and then getting to the crimescene.


He was late, which was unfortunate. The local police already had it taped off. He sighed heavily as he walked up to the line, already pulling his badge out. Well what he though was a badge.


“Uh, excuse me, Sir…”


Ruger blinked, looking down to see it was one of his many hotel membership wallets, bedazzeled to all hell thanks to his daughter. With another heavy sigh and a grumble, he pulled out the right badge. “US Marshall Dell’gatti.” He gave the officer a good minute before sliding the wallet back in his coat pocket then let himself in.


Just as he thought, it was a mess. Hopefully they didn’t damage too much evidence. He missed having a partner who would bitch for him. Instead, he minded his own business, pulling out his little note pad and jotting ideas down. Sure, technology had grown, but he liked old school shit sometimes. Why fix what isn’t broken? He crouched down at a few stains on the ground, using a glove like a handkerchief to wipe some onto it then bag it. He’d send that to his own personel. He didn’t trust many others.


His attention was swayed as her head talking about the victim. His eyes silently shifted over the two conversing. She definitely didn’t look like average detectives or local police. Curious. Pushing up, he slowly made his way over to the two, brow raising.


“Sense of humor and dead bodies don’t really go hand and hand.” He interjected, giving the woman a better glance before also nodding to the man. “US Marshall Dell’gatti.” He introduced himself and looked over the mess around them. “I’ve been following this across the nation. Anything you two know would be helpful.” He started off pretty general with his questions. He didn’t know either of them too well, and for all he knew, this chick could be a rookie or something. Not that she acted like it. Rookies were usually squeamish.


@Yuuki of the Strata

 

[sorrow made you]

The the Marshall stepped up to the two, they turned to look at him. Evelyn tilted her head slightly, glancing over the badge for only a brief second before turning her attention back to the scene. "Didn't tell me the big bodies were gonna be on scene, Gramps."


The older male let out a sigh and nodded to Ruger. "Commissioner Darrel Hermann." He then turned to look at Evelyn as she hopped around one of the bodies. A fair hand started to dip towards one of the bodies and a fellow detective slapped it away, warranting a growl from the woman. "And that...is Evelyn Rosengart." He shook his head and stepped forward.


Evelyn swatted at the man that slapped her hand away. "Then gimme some gloves, yeah!?" She snapped and stood. She wanted to poke around at the body already. Who cared about a morgue. There was so much happening right here, she could almost taste the imprint left. The woman licked her lips as she stood, taking some of the latex gloves from someone and sliding them on. She crouched back down and even with people scolding her to not touch it, she pulled back a flay of skin, only to have blue and black butterflies start crawling out. She gave a small chuckle before letting go and hopping back.


"You're wrong, Marshall. Death and humor go together fairly well. Ever heard of the woman who died because she was offing on a washing machine? That was pretty funny in my opinion. The girl even laughed at her own stupidity before passing." She slowly stood and took off the gloves, turning them inside out and stuffing them in a pocket.


"Evelyn. Call me Evelyn and not Eve." She held out her hand to the Marshall. "I'm assuming since you've been following these cases, you know that it's a serial killer. Do ya happen to know any differences between these bodies and the previous ones?"


"Evelyn, I think he is the one asking questions."


"Yeah? Well who's the PD here?"


"Siiiigh...Not now."


"In cause ya don't know..." Evelyn made shifty eyes before leaning toward Ruger. "I'm a Paranormal Detective. You can't tell me these are the work of a normal sociopath." There was an audible growl from the commissioner before he turned and went to tend to other affairs on scene. Evelyn snickered and leaned back. "So if they've got the Marshalls out to play, someone important must have gotten killed, right?"