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  • Birthday 03/16/1982
  1. Aberrant: 200X - Fireworks

    As she waited for Bombshell to deliver, Kara smiled at the people around her, her expression unchanging as she realized she was going to get swarmed soon. It was a issue she's long come to terms with personally, but she had to admit that it was inconvenient at times. Like when she needed to casually get a few minutes alone with her target. Speaking of... Kara glanced across the room, just as blue eyes found her. She gave him a slow, lazy smile, the kind that men love to see directed at them. Well, he knew she was here, and unless she'd completely misjudged him, he'd come looking for her in time. She turned back to Jason as she brought Jael and Shelly over. "I just wanted to say thank you for this lovely party, Jael," Kara said smoothly when the introductions were done. She offered a hand. Jael took it, looking slightly shell-shocked. "Can I lick you?" she asked. Shelly clapped a hand over the blonde's mouth. "I'm going to translate. That means, 'you're so kind, thank you.'" The pretty brunette baseline rolled her eyes. "She can get like this, sorry." "It's alright," Kara laughed. While these moments weren't always pleasant, they were part of her life, so she dealt with them. "It's not the most offensive greeting I've ever had." "Still, on behalf of Jael's friends everywhere, I apologize," Shelly replied. "She'd like you to come over and meet her boyfriend, which isn't as weird as it sounds when you look at it like Jael just sharing things she likes with her boyfriend." "Oh, I'm something you like?" Kara asked Jael. Jael nodded emphatically as Shelly said, "She has seen several of your movies. Shall we?" "Lead on," Kara said with a smile. Katya offered her name and her hand at that moment and Kara took it, shaking. "It's good to meet both of you," she said, wondering why they were talking about their Cheat Lists in front of who they were going to potentially cheat with. It was a little forward, even for the people she normally hung with.
  2. Aberrant: 200X - Fireworks

    Kara’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and interest at Jason’s talk of visiting Valkyrie. Her gaze became speculative when the word ‘cameo’ arose and she looked even more interested. However, she didn’t push it; that wasn’t her goal here today. “Jack and I would love to visit,” she said instead, beaming at the beautiful Jason. “He’s no stranger to film sets and I know he’d like to see one of his favorite shows being filmed.” “He watches your filming?” Jason said, a little surprised by this revelation. “Jack and I have understandings,” Kara said, picking up a strawberry and taking a bite of the sweet, red fruit. “You have to, in my business. Part of that understanding is that I will be having sex with other people. As a result, he has sex with other people as well – not on camera, but we do have an open relationship in which we have rules and boundaries. It works for us.” “Wow,” Jason said, looking a bit unsure. “I’m not sure I could do that.” Kara grinned, sparking unclean and fun thoughts in everyone watching. “Don’t worry about it,” she said easily. “It’s not the kind of thing for everyone. But it’s what kept Jack and I together for more than eight years.” She put her hand on Bombshell’s arm, her fingers coiling around her forearm. “If you’re happy, that’s what matters.” Originally Posted By: Ryusei HideyoshiHe made his way over, knowing Katya would have felt that, and likely come to see just what could pique his arousal and curiosity at the same time.He waited for Jason and the unknown nova to finish speaking before introducing himself. "I didn't know we'd have another breathtaking woman show up to this party. It's kinda like Cleveland all over again." It saddened him that only Dozer and Jael would get that reference though, so many having dropped out of contact over the years. “Kara,” the breathtaking woman said with a smile. She offered him a hand, her dark skin smooth against his. “And you are?” “Ryusei,” he told her, shaking. “It’s a pleasure,” Kara replied with a smile, one that sent thoughts spinning down below the belt. “I agree,” Ryusei answered, holding her hand for a beat longer than necessary; she had that effect on men. “So would you like to introduce me to more of your friends?” Kara threw a significant glance behind the argent-haired Bombshell. Bombshell looked over her shoulder. Jael and her friend Shelly hovered, clearly not wanting to interrupt their conversation but just as clearly wanting an introduction.
  3. Aberrant: 200X - Fireworks

    Kara was making her second circuit of the buffet table, wondering which man would approach her. It wasn’t going to be a woman; they’d be far more subtle, perhaps coming over to cruise the table casually before approaching her. Well, it might be the hostess of the party; she had a reputation for forwardness. But Kara’s gut reaction was right. It was a boy, just one with boobs. A sexy man with boobs, which was the best and rarest kind of boobed man. “Hello, Jason,” she purred, taking the hand offered to her. Her fingers caressed the other woman’s smooth skin as she shook and released, a subtle invitation. Of course, everything about Kara was an invitation. “I’ve become quite a fan of yours, as well, sugar. Valkyrie is our favorite television show – it always gets recorded.” She grinned at the other woman, turning on her charm with ease. “As for not coming… well, I’ll only say I’ve been following the news about these two for a while so I thought a show of support might be warranted. Plus I have to admit that the guest list intrigued me as well.” Kara casually flipped her hair back over her shoulder, somehow making the simple movement seem like the sexiest thing she’d ever done.
  4. Aberrant: 200X - Fireworks

    St. Petersburg, Russia 5:15 a.m. Kara turned back and forth before the mirror, examining her appearance. The blue dress clung to her curves but it was far more sedate than her usual fare. It came to her knees and the neckline was above her bra – or where her bra would be, were she wearing one. “Well?” she asked, turning to the other person in the room. John McCormick studied his girlfriend of eight years with a cool, appraising gaze. Kara watched him, her eyes traveling over the lines of his face. He was dressed in his elegant way – buttoned shirt open at the collar, with a jacket and pants. His sunglasses sat atop his salt and pepper hair, revealing those sharp, wickedly intelligent eyes. That had been the first thing that Kara had noticed about him, when they’d met so many years ago: his discerning, enticing eyes. Those brown orbs had held her interest, even with the scars, the “Glasgow Grin”, that marred his face. “Raise the neckline an inch o’ so,” Jack advised after a moment in his Scottish brogue. “They’ll be baselines, normals there. Otherwise, superlative as always.” Kara smiled at him and sauntered over to sit in his lap. “Thank you, darlin’,” she purred, giving him a light kiss. “Now get on with ye,” he ordered, patting her ass with the familiarity of years. “We donna know how long he’ll be there.” He didn’t sound happy. Kara hid a sigh. He wasn’t happy; he didn’t want her going alone. It wasn’t a matter of her safety; he fretted about her offering overtures to a new client. She was a woman and while Jack didn’t doubt her abilities, he remembered the old days when women weren’t part of the business, beyond being eye candy or whores. It had taken hours of persuasion to convince him to see her side. He was the only man she really had to fight with anymore and it was both aggravating and comforting. “Alright,” she said with a smile, giving him another kiss. When she rose, he stood as well, his head on a level with hers as they walked into the next room together. A single man, lean and Slavic in features with dark hair and eyes, was waiting, legs crossed at the ankle as he lounged on the couch. Sergei rose as their entrance, fastidiously buttoning his jacket around his slim frame as he stood. Kara wasn’t sure why, but all of Jack’s inner circle dressed like they were in a fashion magazine when not in the field. “I’m ready.” Sergei nodded but said nothing. He didn’t talk much; a lisp as a baseline had given him an aversion to speaking save when he had to, and he hadn’t broken the habit as a nova. He was careful not to glance at Kara; many of Jack’s men couldn’t control the looks they gave her so they refused to even gaze at her, at least in Jack’s presence. Before her and Jack, the air shimmered as if with a heat mirage before a hole tore in space. For a second, it was massive; large enough to accommodate an eighteen-wheeler, then the hole shrank to a more reasonable size. “Thank you, Sergei,” she purred at him, unable to resist playing with the man a little. He didn’t look at her, but she saw his shoulders hunch in reaction to her tone. “Save it for Einherjar, woman,” Jack said irritably. “O’ for me.” “Yes, darlin’,” she said with faux-demureness. She was unrepentant in expression as she danced away from Jack and through the warpgate. The nova grinned widely as she turned long enough to blow a kiss at Jack; then she was alone in the dry Phoenix air in front of the hotel. People were staring; Kara’s golden eyes glittered with amusement as she waved and started for the door. Her walk to the desk drew more eyes; Kara couldn’t walk without a certain sway to her generous hips. “Hi,” she said to the desk clerk, who was staring at her. After a moment of no response, Kara consciously ‘dialed it back’ and said, “Let’s try this ag’in, sugar. Hi.” “Uh, hi!” he chirped, his gray eyes huge. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-one. “Can you help me?” she asked, putting a bit of the ‘lost little girl’ act into her question. “I can help you!” He was all but exploding with excitement. Kara smiled a little more deeply; he was just too cute in his enthusiasm. “The Carver party? How do I get there?” “Just take the elevators to the top!” he told her, his voice as excited as if he were watching his favorite team winning the big game. “Thanks, sugar,” the golden-eyed nova purred, giving him a wink. As he all but had a stroke from sheer delight, she turned and followed his directions. A short ride later, she exited the elevators and headed for the sounds of revelry. It was a sedate party by her standards; the number of people older than Jack outnumbered the people her age. Usually it was the other way; not many men approaching fifty could keep up with their twenty-six year-old girlfriends in the parties of Ibiza and Moscow. She poked her head into one room and stopped, her eyebrows rising. That was Bombshell, playing a video. Maybe I’ll have to make time for some pleasure after my business, she thought. Kara didn’t know if Bombshell and Knockout had an open relationship, but it was worth asking. Of course, Jack had to decide if Bombshell and Knockout were women or men, and if the latter, whether he’d be alright with her sleeping with one or both. Another problem for later, though. The other room held the food and her quarry. Kara entered like she owned the place, which was how she always proceeded, in all fairness. Jael Carver was her first stop, but the woman was occupied with others. As she waited to make her introductions to the hostess, Kara picked up a plate and started to cruise the buffet line. Though she was selecting food, the woman was also scanning the room, noting the novas. In particular, she caught Einherjar’s position, talking to a young girl who might be the one he’d mentioned in the thread. She didn’t look wild, but with novas, one could never tell. I’ll keep an eye on her, which won’t be hard. She’s a cute little thing.
  5. This character is now active. For a good time, PM!
  6. Nature: Thrill-seeker Statistics Attributes Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3 Athletics 3, Firearms 2, Gunnery 1, Heavy Weapons 1, Legerdemain 1, Pilot 3, Endurance 3, Resistance 3 Perception 2, Intelligence (Cunning) 4, Wits (Empathic) 4 Artillery 1, Awareness 2, Bureaucracy 2, Linguistics 2 (French Creole, French), Tradecraft 2, Biz 3, Rapport 2, Appearance (Sensual) 5, Manipulation (Fast-Talker) 5, Charisma (Likeable) 5 Style 3, Seduction 5, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 3, Carousing 3, Perform 4 Backgrounds Allies 2 (John McCormick, Colin Smith), Attunement 1, Backing 1 (Second Kill Tech), Cipher 1, Contacts 2, Eufiber 3, Followers 2, Influence 1 (Second Kill Tech), Node 2, Resources 4 Quantum 4 Quantum Pool 28 Taint 0 Aberrations: None Willpower 7 Health Bruised: 1 Hurt: 1 Injured: 1 Wounded: 1 Maimed: 1 Crippled: 1 Incapacitated: 1 Dead Soak Stamina: 3 / 1 Mega-Stamina: 1 / 1 Eufiber: 3 / 3 Armor: 0 / 0 Base Total: 4 / 2 with Eufiber: 7 / 5 with Powers/Enhancements: Maintained (Forced Field): varies Initiative: 12 Mega-Attributes Str 0 Dex 1 Sta 1 Per 0 Int 1 Wits 0 App 5 Man 1 Cha 5 Enhancements Almost Live (App) Symphony of Touch (Man) Seductive (Chr) Linguistic Genuis (Int) First Impressions (App) Seductive Looks (App) Immaculate (App) Performance Prodigy (Chr) Tireless (Sta) Physical Prodigy (Dex) Fade (App) Tactful (Chr) Persuader (Man) Business Prodigy (Int) Powers Disrupt (L2) 2 Force Field (L2) 3 Click to reveal.. (Bonus point breakdown) Quantum +1 - 5Willpower - 8 Allies – 2 Click to reveal.. (Nova point breakdown, 47 of 50 spent) Attributes - 3Abilities – 3 Backgrounds – 2 Mega-App – 15 Mega-Man – 3 Mega-Cha – 15 Disrupt – 6 Click to reveal.. (Experience point breakdown) Code: Month/Item Cost Total Mar-09 3 / 3 Apr-09 3 / 6 Mega-Int 1 (Mental Prod: Finance) -6 / 0 May-09 3 / 3 Jun-09 3 / 6 First Impressions -5 / 1 Jul-09 3 / 4 Aug-09 3 / 7 Seductive Looks -5 / 2 Sep-09 3 / 5 Immaculate -5 / 0 Oct-09 3 / 3 Nov-09 3 / 6 Performance Prod: Acting -5 / 1 Dec-09 3 / 4 Jan-10 3 / 7 Mega-Sta 1 (Tireless) -6 / 1 Feb-10 3 / 4 Mar-10 3 / 7 Mega-Dex 1 (Physical Prodigy) -6 / 1 Apr-10 3 / 4 May-10 3 / 7 Fade -5 / 2 Jun-10 3 / 5 Tactful -5 / 0 Jul-10 3 / 3 Aug-10 3 / 6 Persuader -5 / 1 Sep-10 3 / 4 Oct-10 3 / 7 Disrupt 2 -5 / 2 Nov-10 3 / 10 Dec-10 3 / 13 Force Field 1 -6 / 7 Jan-11 3 / 10 Force Field 2 -5 / 5 Feb-11 3 / 8 Mar-11 3 / 11 Apr-11 3 / 14 May-11 3 / 17 Force Field 3 -10 / 7 Jun-11 3 / 10 Business Prodigy -5 / 5
  7. AOR: Directive, Nova Hostile DIRECTIVE FILE: NH 994 REL: C3I (File for release) IPSP: Standard (FOUO) Encryption: Delta Full Name: John William McCormick Alias(es): Jack McCormick, Smiling Jack DOB: 15APR1963 Eruption: Shootout in Moscow, 2000 Summary: McCormick is a native son of Scotland, born in Glasgow. His father was active in the underworld, working loosely with the Italian Mafia until his death in 1988. McCormick followed in his father’s footsteps, joining the Italians as an associate before he was old enough to drink. His mother still lives in the house he was born in. McCormick pays all the bills and hasn’t been to visit since his father died. His two brothers and sister don’t have any contact with him either. He erupted in 2000, gaining the ability to survive being shot with small arms as well as an increase in his intelligence and tactical prowess. He doesn’t have ‘flashy’ powers, but it’s rumored that he has some kind of intuition or pre-cognitive abilities – or the luck of the devil. He’s evaded arrest through sheer luck more times than the agency cares to count. Currently, from the information our asset has given us, McCormick is in the arms dealing business, including black tech. His company is called ‘Second Kill Tech’ (which gets its name from Casino Royale, in that the second kill is easier than the first – charming). He is dealing with a lot of the big boys, including his friends in the C-Z. McCormick had a reputation for young women. He would only date them a few years, dropping them when they reach twenty-five. He met Kara B’nath when she was eighteen. She erupted before she became ‘too old’ for him and he does not seem interested in letting this one get away. Even before her eruption, she was been involved in his operations, something we’d never seen McCormick do before. We gathered her as an asset in 2007, shortly before her eruption. She had tried to leave him; by that time, she had actually enough knowledge to do him some damage. He threatened her and she stayed with him, but it groomed her perfectly for us. Her eruption was unfortunate from the agency’s perspective, but aside from the protective field she’s developed, she more human than inhuman. Since then, she’s relayed enough information to us to help start to counteract ‘Smiling Jack’s’ inhuman luck.
  8. Aberrant: 2011 - Screening

    The lab scene is short but gruesome. The camera doesn't linger much on the corpse itself, but the reactions of the people are fantastic. "She was strangled," the ME confirms. "That's the offical cause of death." "What was used to strangle this one?" Susan asked, her face half-obscured by a mask. "Mmm... something fibrous," the ME replied, his pasty face meeting hers over the table. "We'll have lab work done on it to see what it is." "Good," Susan said, pulling off her mask with one last grimace at the dead woman. "Send me the report when you have it." She went home and cuddled with her fiance. "It's bad," he muttered as she lay across his chest; earlier sex was implied by their postures and reactions. "Hmm?" Susan asked, moving her head so that she could look at him. "The case is bad. You have the million yard stare... even during sex," he said. She winced. "Sorry, I'm bringing it home again," she says regretfully. "You can't help it," Allen says, but his voice and face are frustrated. It only worses when the phone rings. Susan curses but answers. acThere'd been another murder, and Susan stands over another corpse. "That's five," someone unhelpfully says. "I can fucking count," Susan snaps. She doesn't bother to apologize, because she's too busy staring at another dead woman. "Is it the same position and everything?" Hauser asks. He is still in his uniform; until he earned his badge, he'd have to wear the blues. "You tell me," Susan mutters, rubbing her face. "You have the memory for this." Hauser swallows and stares, then nods. "I think so." "Think?" Susan asks sharply. "Yeah," Hauser shoots back. "I'm not a nova." "Is that an excuse?" Susan replies. "When you retire a sargent, will the cold self-comfort be, 'because I never erupted?'" He glares at her and says tightly, "As near as I can tell, the position is exactly the same, Detective." "Good, thank you," Susan says. Hauser starts away, but she says, "All I ask is your best, officer." He frowns at her and leaves the scene.
  9. Aberrant: 2011 - Screening

    The lab scene is short but gruesome. The camera doesn't linger much on the corpse itself, but the reactions of the people are fantastic. "She was strangled," the ME confirms. "That's the offical cause of death." "What was used to strangle this one?" Susan asked, her face half-obscured by a mask. "Mmm... something fibrous," the ME replied, his pasty face meeting hers over the table. "We'll have lab work done on it to see what it is." "Good," Susan said, pulling off her mask with one last grimace at the dead woman. "Send me the report when you have it." She went home and cuddled with her fiance. "It's bad," he muttered as she lay across his chest; earlier sex was implied by their postures and reactions. "Hmm?" Susan asked, moving her head so that she could look at him. "The case is bad. You have the million yard stare... even during sex," he said. She winced. "Sorry, I'm bringing it home again," she says regretfully. "You can't help it," Allen says, but his voice and face are frustrated. It only worses when the phone rings. Susan curses but answers. acThere'd been another murder, and Susan stands over another corpse. "That's five," someone unhelpfully says. "I can fucking count," Susan snaps. She doesn't bother to apologize, because she's too busy staring at another dead woman. "Is it the same position and everything?" Hauser asks. He is still in his uniform; until he earned his badge, he'd have to wear the blues. "You tell me," Susan mutters, rubbing her face. "You have the memory for this." Hauser swallows and stares, then nods. "I think so." "Think?" Susan asks sharply. "Yeah," Hauser shoots back. "I'm not a nova." "Is that an excuse?" Susan replies. "When you retire a sargent, will the cold self-comfort be, 'because I never erupted?'" He glares at her and says tightly, "As near as I can tell, the position is exactly the same, Detective." "Good, thank you," Susan says. Hauser starts away, but she says, "All I ask is your best, officer." He frowns at her and leaves the scene.
  10. Aberrant: 2011 - Screening

    [OOC: I plan to post up scenes from the movie. Please bear with me; this will take time, given my schedule. I'll try to have the next done by Sunday at the latest. Feel free to comment.] The lights dim and the credits immediately roll. There appear to be no previews for this release, which makes sense as it is an independent production. Soft, ambient music begins while a gray background fills the screen. Onto this background flash images of ropes, cords, even knotted panty hose. The audience realized that these weren’t just inanimate objects, but devices with which one could kill. The fade up comes upon a woman walking alone. She seems like she might be a victim, from the way they’re filming and lighting her, but it’s Kara’s character. She’s probably not going to get killed immediately. The reason for her impractical dress is apparent; she meets with a man at a restaurant. The actor appears to be an older version of Mech. They kiss and make a bit of couple sweet-talk. They’re living together, and about to be married; his name is Allen, hers is Susan. Just as they’re about to sit down, her phone rings. “Can you let it go, this once?” he asks softly. “Sorry, work,” she replies apologetically. She answers; the audience doesn’t hear what is said, but her face falls and she looks at her boyfriend guiltily. Scene shift to a crime scene. Susan is crouched next to a body; the light is drawing out her eyes, making them pop in the dark, grimy alley. “I was on a date,” she grumps to no one in particular. “So was I,” another detective says. She looks at his jeans and flannel shirt and grins. “What were you guys doing, lumberjacking?” “Ha, ha,” the detective snorts. “We were watching a movie.” He looks glumly at the body, a young woman dressed for club-dancing but now sprawled on the dirty concrete. “I wish I were there now.” “Don’t we all,” Susan sighs. A man approaches; he’s a beat cop and he looks nervous. “Detective Miller?” he asks, looking from one to another. “That’s me,” Susan says, standing and offering her hand. “What can I do for you, Officer?” “Can I talk to you?” He’s incredibly nervous. Susan glances at the other detective who shrugs. “Sure,” Susan replies, stepping away from the body. Once they’re out of earshot, she asks, “What can I do for you?” “I think it’s a nova,” he says. She frowned and peered at him. “What is a nova, the victim?” She turns back, ready to take another look at the woman when he stops her. “No, the killer,” he says. “He’s a nova.” He looks tense, ready for her to reject him or laugh. Susan nods. “Ok, it’s a theory. Convince me.” He draws a deep breath and says, “The placement of the bodies. It’s the same.” “We know that,” Susan answers. “A lot of killers arrange their victims the same way, every time.” “No, they’re exactly. Here.” As Susan watches, he pulls a handful of papers out. “I traced these from the crime scene photos, when I had the chance. I had noticed that the positions were really similar. But I have perfect memory, and I started to realize that they were exactly the same, every time, every scene.” He’s smoothed the papers together and holds them up to the light. The camera moves to show that they see: the lines all mixed into one form, like if they were all drawn by the same hand. “A baseline could do that,” Susan said, but the doubt and excitement in her voice are clear. “Not this perfectly,” the cop insists. “Not every time, with her being the same distances, her hair being the same. Everything perfect.” Susan nods. “We’ll consider it. What’s your name?” “Doug Hauser,” he replies eagerly. “Thanks, Officer Hauser. I appreciate the tip,” Susan says, taking the papers. “Well… I was hoping. I’m trying to get my detective shield-” “You want on the case,” Susan cuts him off before it gets too awkward. “Yeah,” he nods. “I’ll talk to my supervisor,” Susan says, “but no promises.”
  11. Aberrant: 2011 - Screening

    [OOC: I plan to post up scenes from the movie. Please bear with me; this will take time, given my schedule. I'll try to have the next done by Sunday at the latest. Feel free to comment.] The lights dim and the credits immediately roll. There appear to be no previews for this release, which makes sense as it is an independent production. Soft, ambient music begins while a gray background fills the screen. Onto this background flash images of ropes, cords, even knotted panty hose. The audience realized that these weren’t just inanimate objects, but devices with which one could kill. The fade up comes upon a woman walking alone. She seems like she might be a victim, from the way they’re filming and lighting her, but it’s Kara’s character. She’s probably not going to get killed immediately. The reason for her impractical dress is apparent; she meets with a man at a restaurant. The actor appears to be an older version of Mech. They kiss and make a bit of couple sweet-talk. They’re living together, and about to be married; his name is Allen, hers is Susan. Just as they’re about to sit down, her phone rings. “Can you let it go, this once?” he asks softly. “Sorry, work,” she replies apologetically. She answers; the audience doesn’t hear what is said, but her face falls and she looks at her boyfriend guiltily. Scene shift to a crime scene. Susan is crouched next to a body; the light is drawing out her eyes, making them pop in the dark, grimy alley. “I was on a date,” she grumps to no one in particular. “So was I,” another detective says. She looks at his jeans and flannel shirt and grins. “What were you guys doing, lumberjacking?” “Ha, ha,” the detective snorts. “We were watching a movie.” He looks glumly at the body, a young woman dressed for club-dancing but now sprawled on the dirty concrete. “I wish I were there now.” “Don’t we all,” Susan sighs. A man approaches; he’s a beat cop and he looks nervous. “Detective Miller?” he asks, looking from one to another. “That’s me,” Susan says, standing and offering her hand. “What can I do for you, Officer?” “Can I talk to you?” He’s incredibly nervous. Susan glances at the other detective who shrugs. “Sure,” Susan replies, stepping away from the body. Once they’re out of earshot, she asks, “What can I do for you?” “I think it’s a nova,” he says. She frowned and peered at him. “What is a nova, the victim?” She turns back, ready to take another look at the woman when he stops her. “No, the killer,” he says. “He’s a nova.” He looks tense, ready for her to reject him or laugh. Susan nods. “Ok, it’s a theory. Convince me.” He draws a deep breath and says, “The placement of the bodies. It’s the same.” “We know that,” Susan answers. “A lot of killers arrange their victims the same way, every time.” “No, they’re exactly. Here.” As Susan watches, he pulls a handful of papers out. “I traced these from the crime scene photos, when I had the chance. I had noticed that the positions were really similar. But I have perfect memory, and I started to realize that they were exactly the same, every time, every scene.” He’s smoothed the papers together and holds them up to the light. The camera moves to show that they see: the lines all mixed into one form, like if they were all drawn by the same hand. “A baseline could do that,” Susan said, but the doubt and excitement in her voice are clear. “Not this perfectly,” the cop insists. “Not every time, with her being the same distances, her hair being the same. Everything perfect.” Susan nods. “We’ll consider it. What’s your name?” “Doug Hauser,” he replies eagerly. “Thanks, Officer Hauser. I appreciate the tip,” Susan says, taking the papers. “Well… I was hoping. I’m trying to get my detective shield-” “You want on the case,” Susan cuts him off before it gets too awkward. “Yeah,” he nods. “I’ll talk to my supervisor,” Susan says, “but no promises.”
  12. Aberrant: 2011 - Screening

    Kara grinned at Emerald's eagerness, wondering if it were hiding another offer. "Sure, thing, sugar," Kara said with her trademark drawl. "If I can think of anything I need that you can help with, I'll contact you. Gotta a card, or will I need to hunt you down later?" Medianoche's kiss on her palm made her wet her lips a little. "The Starless Night?" she murmured, catching his green eyes and holding them. "I'll have to see that sometime." By the time Kara had gotten around to Hero, his converasion with Conner had a break in it. Joining the loose circle, she listens quietly, enjoying the company of peers. Overhead, the lights went out before flashing three times and turning back on. At the same time, soft chimes were heard. "Oops!" Kara said. "That's the signal for the beginning of the show. [OOC: I'll have the movie start Tuesday after I get off work, to give you guys time to wrap up conversations and get seats.]
  13. Aberrant: 2011 - Screening

    Kara grinned at Emerald's eagerness, wondering if it were hiding another offer. "Sure, thing, sugar," Kara said with her trademark drawl. "If I can think of anything I need that you can help with, I'll contact you. Gotta a card, or will I need to hunt you down later?" Medianoche's kiss on her palm made her wet her lips a little. "The Starless Night?" she murmured, catching his green eyes and holding them. "I'll have to see that sometime." By the time Kara had gotten around to Hero, his converasion with Conner had a break in it. Joining the loose circle, she listens quietly, enjoying the company of peers. Overhead, the lights went out before flashing three times and turning back on. At the same time, soft chimes were heard. "Oops!" Kara said. "That's the signal for the beginning of the show. [OOC: I'll have the movie start Tuesday after I get off work, to give you guys time to wrap up conversations and get seats.]
  14. Aberrant: 2011 - Screening

    Kara grinned as each person introduced themselves. She adored this part of her job; it had been one of the things that she'd loved and dreaded about being a porn star. Most of her fans had been perfectly normal young men; a few had been freaks who had scared her. Though that had changed when she'd erupted - after that it was just annoying. Except with Marcus. That had just been terrifying. "Hero," she said, smiling and releasing Adrenaline to give him a Bollywood hug. "I've seen you online so much; it's a delight to meet you in person." And I'd rather like to meet you in person, she purred to herself. In part, that was curiousity; the mask made him incredibly appealing. "Hey, Emerald," Kara greeted the attractive young woman with yet another hug - they were flying around tonight. "It's good to meet you! I really hope you like the show." To Medianoche, she offered another hug, privately wondering if he was available. "Midnight, hmm?" she flirted lightly, her white teeth flashing in her dark face. "Does that refer to your powers, too?" Aesira didn't get a hug, but only because Kara wasn't sure that the nova would appreciate it. Instead, Kara gave her a wave, smiling broadly. "I hope you enjoy the show, sugar," she said warmly. "Lemme know what you thought of it afterwards." She turned to Daniel as the others spoke to Adrenaline. "Hey," she said softly, giving him a real hug. "How have you been? I haven't talked to you since... well, for a long time." Before he could answer, Mech arrived. Kara gave Daniel a look promising him she'd make time for him later before she turned to greet another costar. "Mech, so glad you're here. I thought we might not get to see you tonight. And yes, I remember Alessa. I was at the concert." And there for the fight.
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