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((Nah, it's fine. I don't really know how they work either, but I'm fine doing stuff like this to move the plot along)) "Well, just get someone else to do it for you." Evelyn handwaved with a sigh, rolling her eye's in response to Nataxie's statement, and giving a half-hearted shrug when the...

Evelyn had been told she could set up shop in some unused office space, but for now she quietly stole Gaia's chair, waiting to see if Nataxie would get the results in a timely manner. Besides, the officer was acting like she barely existed, something she was definitely not used to in her line of...

Dolly settled down slightly as she felt the familiar haze of medication settle over her eyelids as she carefully pocketed the remaining pill on the table for later. It was slightly embarrassing to be treated in this way- like some child who didn't know when to stop. Then again, she supposed that...

Evelyn felt a flash of sympathy for the dismembered body currently being carted away. Being beheaded- no matter what state of conscience one was in- did not sound like a pleasant way to go. Still, the commiseration was short lived, and she took some solace in the fact that at least she didn't...

"Uhg." Evelyn wrinkled her nose at the sight of the head, a strong sense of self pity washing over her, despite the fact she felt far less empathetic to the plight of the worker who had discovered it. Quickly, she assessed the skull's damage, doing her best to avoid making contact with what...

The rest of the car ride was utter torture, complete with car honks, a few angry shouts, and a near miss with a pedestrian. Taking a few moments to collect herself once parked, Evelyn followed Nataxie to the crime scene, pinching her cheeks to bring back some of their former redness. Taking a...

"Work." Evelyn answered apathetically, raising an eyebrow in a rather prerogative manner. "Obviously. I mean, why else would I be here?" With a sigh of contention, she followed the other woman to the squad car, sliding into the passenger side. Silently, she wondered just how soon this would be...

"I mean, obviously." Evelyn retorted in a needlessly sharp tone, casting one last glance at the screen Nataxie had angled towards her, the words making as little sense as they always did, just an incomprehensible hodge-podge of letters. Not unlike a boring alphabet soup. Still idly tugging at...

"Yes?" Evelyn cast a wayward glance at Gaia, a skeptical expression briefly flashing across her face. They both looked fairly capable, she did give them that much, but experience told her that one 'patrol partner' was usually little more than a glorified assistant. Besides, Nataxie would...

Evelyn was late. That was a problem. She was never late to anything, preferring instead to be at the very least five minutes early to any engagement, and at the utter latest perfectly punctual. But because her flight had been delayed, all the used minutes kept piling up, until she was just...

"If I make it to court, there's no jury in the world that would let me walk. That is, unless your lovely little justice system rigged it for me. But I doubt that's going to happen." She gleans back some of her characteristic cockiness, still refusing to make eye contact with Donovan. "Which is...

"It's a fucking burner, why should you care?" Dolly responded flatly, returning to her previous state of staring at the ceiling with blank eyes. She was absolutely screwed. "Even if I had the best lawyer in the country, there's no way I could win. So yeah, I figured I might as well find out...

"Thanks, babe." Dolly replied with a wink, and a fake smile she had specifically tailored to put people on edge. She held out her hand to receive the phone, making an 'uhg' noise when she realized it was a burner. Still, she flipped it open and dialed a number she knew by heart, eyeing Donovan...

"That sounds illegal." Dolly snorted, rolling her eyes as she leaned back in her chair, holding out a hand for the phone, flinching slightly as the door closed. With some force, she might add. Grumbling, she folded her arms and attempted to swivel around in her chair, but quickly discovered that...

"I mean, try not to get me killed." Dolly replied after a moment's deliberation, although her sarcastic tone was tinged with a hint of despair. The whole scenario left a bitter taste in her mouth, like bile rising in the back of her throat It was strange, to suddenly be hyper aware of your own...

"First of all, these handcuffs kind of suck." Dolly jangled her wrists for emphasis, offering a small grin as if to say 'take these off, I definitely won't stab you'. It wasn't a very convincing act, but she was almost positive Blanchard would never follow through with her promises, cops never...

"Oh, cool. I knew those guys, and most of them were dicks anyways." She sighed a little as she came down from her suspiciously non-medicated high. Quietly, she wondered if the mood swings were just from withdrawal, or merely a side effect caused by the knowledge of one's imminent death...

"Alright, Detective Blanchard." Dolly replied in a patronizing tone, her smile breaking into a grin and dissolving into a frivolous laugh. For some reason, the ridiculousness of the whole situation struck a cord with her. It was so surreal to begin with. If somebody had told her ten years ago...

"I mean, obviously. But I still got caught." Dolly leaned back in her chair, still outright refusing to make eye contact. "Besides, these guys are big enough that if you do enough digging, you'll find dirt on one of them eventually." She was tempted to look at the other women, just to see if...

Dolores didn't know why they had insisted on handcuffing her just for the interrogation- it wasn't like she was going to whip out a knife on the next person who walked in. Besides, she didn't even know how to do that, it had always been somebody else's job to do the stabbing. Still, despite her...