Crime Scene Cleanup

Summary:
July 23 2014: Thomas returns to the scene of an arrest to dispose of some unusual hazmat… while Alexander Aaron and Cricket watch.

Central Park

An outdoor enthusiast's dream in the middle of New York City.


Characters

NPCs

  • Virgil - Thomas' Dog

Mood Music:
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Thomas… rather hates scene clean up. Especially when it involves things that you can't trust to the techs. Things like residual dark druidic magic. The Efram brothers, whom he had arrested just this afternoon, had been slinging around… well, way too much of it. Now he's back, and it's nearing dark. He's waiting for sunset so that he can see and dispose of all of the mystic… crap… that he's sure they left behind. Justice can be such a slave driver sometimes.

*

Cricket is, as she has been this last month, nose deep in her father's notebook. She sits on a bench and looks at her cellphone, frowning at the time. She looks around, clearly waiting for someone who would appear to be late. She even looks over at the police tape over with the officers. It has nothing to do with her, but it's something to look at other than her phone and the notebook. Sighing, she gives up, rising to her feet and brushing the non-existent wrinkles from her skirt.

*

The day sometimes seems to slip away, drifting past in a haze as little more than background images wandering by. In the region of Central Park so many people cross paths that it might be hard to remember them without repeat exposure. Yet the one young man has started to at least get a feeling for who walks by this particular park bench, who walks their dog at this part of the day, the family that enjoys the swing set at the small playground across the way.

To those passersby, Alexander might just be the studious young man with his nose in a book. And indeed, it must be a terribly interesting book as it held his attention. It's a book whose cover proclaimed loudly, 'Guns, Germs, and Steel' yet despite his attention on it… was very dry.

He was absent the earlier part of the day, missing the fracas apparently. But now he returns with his casual stroll to take up his seat on that nearby park bench, and as it just so happens beside Cricket herself. But he doesn't look at that book under his arm for now, his attention is drawn away by Thomas and his intent.

*

Ugh… this stuff is everywhere. At least the stuff Justice sends to him is nontoxic. Fortunately the tape keeps most people at bay but… There are dark-shards over near that woman there… and under the bench that guy's on. Yeah… this isn't gonna be awkward, he thinks as he ambles over trying not to look like he wants something.

*

Cricket had excluded Alexander as a possibility of who she was supposed to meet, mostly because he doesn't look like a Janine. Mind you, she could be wrong. She shouldn't judge. But how does one ask a man if they happen to be named Janine without offending them. She bites her lip and takes a deep breath and decides to bite the bullet. The worst that can happen is she offends a total stranger.

"Excuse me… you wouldn't happen to be named Janine, would you? Waiting for someone named Cricket?" Her tone is apologetic. So intent is she on Alexander that she doesn't even notice the approaching officer.

*

The Marshal gives Alexander a somewhat searching look as he walks over and his dog, a big black, shaggy thing, comes sniffing up at his leg curiously. "Sorry. Just need to look under your bench." He says apologetically as he kneels down to get a piece of utter blackness that he's fairly sure only he can see. "Ugh…" He mutters to himself before he… notices the young lady he saw in M-Town a few days back.

*

As for Alexander his attention is indeed on the approaching fellow. There's a curious look to the young man's features in that twilight, but then Cricket's words summon his gaze and he turns to look at her. It's difficult to quantify grades of beauty in this age of surgeons and plastic shaping. But this young man with the blonde hair and… the faint red gleam in his eyes that leave faint star trails as he moves, that he's beautiful. Classically so. But then there's that half-amused smile as she asks him if his name is Janine. If those eyes are dark and the devil's own, then his smile is the downfall of saints.

"No, I don't think it is."

Turning to look at Thomas, an eyebrow lifts. "No worries." He shifts to the side to let the Marshall access as he would.

*

Cricket starts to blush, biting her lower lip as she looks away from Alexander. She brushes a stray strand of hair over her ear and tries to smile, terribly embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I just… I've been sitting here for two hours and it would just be my luck that the person I was waiting her was sitting beside me this whole time."

She is about to turn when the officer excuses himself and leans under the bench, miming picking something up. She's about to ask when the officer's dog starts to growl at her. She takes a step back and looks perturbed. "Is it my perfume? Why is it every dog I've met always growls at me?"

*

"Virgil!" Thomas snaps, recognizing it from before. "Sorry Miss. He's usually pretty friendly." The big black dog looks properly chastised as Thomas moves about looking like he's picking up… invisible trash? It's odd. "Nice night out." Two meanings there, definitely. One for Cricket, the usual one… and one for Alexander.

*

There's something in the calm way that Alexander regards Thomas, watching the man move about and the dog as well. So much so is he drawn to curiosity that he sets his book down beside him upon the bench, leaning forward and giving the large black dog a small smile, being sure not to offer any hint of fang.

Sidelong he tells Cricket quietly, without turning. "I could always hasten off to a courthouse and get it changed, but some reason I do not feel that would serve." He glances back towards her and offers his hand easily enough. "Alexander." Just a small introduction before he addresses Thomas.

"What are you seeking, sir? There is an onus of purpose to you that I would daresay is terribly strong."

*

Cricket realizes after being growled at that it is the same officer as a few days ago. She nods her head politely, stepping away from his dog. "You'd be surprised how many times I have heard people say that. I geuss I'm not much of a dog person." She readjusts her purse on her shoulder as she offers a hand to Alexander.

"Cricket. Cricket Schodt." Maybe. At least that's what all the paperwork says.

She keeps one eye on the officer, another on his dog, as Alexander mentions the purpose with which the officer conducts himself.

*

Ah… so he can see that. Interesting. He's got a… complex feel about him. But not a wrong one. At the very least he's not on Thomas' list of wanted fugitives. "I'm just… retrieving something someone left behind. You know. Routine crime scene clean up." It's not, clearly as he moves behind Alexander's bench and closer to Cricket. There are… faint flashes of light as he neutralizes all of the negative mojo laying around. Very faint… but if you're got keen eyes…

*

"Are we obstructing you in any way?" As Alexander says this he remains calm in his manner, no sudden motions to perhaps alert the dog or its handler. Almost without conscious thought, however, he makes sure that he's just ever so slightly in the way should the large black dog suddenly choose that existence simply isn't large enough for himself and Cricket to share together.

He reaches over and lifts his book back into one hand, eyes tracking after Thomas' movements, gaze perhaps narrowing somewhat at the flickers of light. "Or, should I ask if we are in any danger?"

*

The petite young woman offers a smile to Alexander as he steps between herself and the dog. While she apparently knows martial arts, it only seems to work on automatic. All attempts to try and re-create any of her earlier prowess had resulted in embarrassing effects. She looks over to Thomas as the light flashes, looking puzzled. "Not blood splatter, I hope. Or.. worse."

*

"No… but don't move until I'm done. There was an… incident here this afternoon. I had to wait until folks cleared out to come back. Virgil, leave the man and lady alone and help out here." There's no real rhyme or reason to the man's movements though if someone had a tactical mind, they'd be good places for… shots of some kind to land from the direction of the crime scene.

*

A child of War could perhaps be considered as having a certain tactical slant of mind, but he is not able to put this particular puzzle together so quickly, at least not with more information gained. Rising to his feet and sliding his hands into his pockets, the book is held there between forearm and waist as he cocks his head curiously after the movements of Mr. Nashoba.

Sparing a small glimmer of a smile towards Cricket, he steps over to follow the investigator, hovering in a nearby orbit but not close enough to be terribly intrusive. Subtly gleaming red eyes remain upon the fellow as he asks gently, "Would this be something considered of a mystical nature?"

*

Moving so as to keep the handsome man between herself and that dog, who while no longer growling at her is giving her a definite 'look', Cricket tries to figure out exactly what it is the officer is doing. "I'd offer to help, but considering I'm just a civilian, accepting my aid would only make all evidence you find totally inadmissable in a court of law." She pauses for a second and arches a brow, then quickly writes something down in the notebook as the light continues to fade. "Do you need a flashlight maybe?"

*

Thomas chuckles. "The people who made the mess certainly… fancied themselves mystics." And their magic was dirty. Not in the foul or black sense, though it certainly was, but more in the sense that it left a lot of stuff to clean up. Left on it's own it wouldn't be too bad, but if someone were to track through enough of it, they might come down with some kind of curse. Thomas is a Marshal, not a wizard, but he's learned this much: Magical residue has to be decontaminated. Such a chore.

"Cricket, isn't it?" He nods to the young woman. "Is everything okay? From that… last incident, I mean. Heh. Um no. I can see it just fine… kind of only now." Thomas moves toward her bench now. "Just a couple more…"

*

Lifting his chin, this is something he could perhaps help with, and nobody has to die from it. That's such a lovely change of pace. Alexander turns his attention fully upon Thomas and says, "If I can be of any service I would feel it a moral imperative." The man with the glowing red eyes follows the fellow's movement. "I have some connection to matters out of the ordinary." Surprise!

He opens his hand as if offering to have Thomas take the very words from him. "My bailiwick, however, is not magic or its use. If an exorcism or the like must be made I can perhaps give some assistance in that. Or the removal of energy…"

There's a pause as his gleaming eyes lift upwards as he adds as if only for completeness' sake. "Or it's practitioners."

*

Nodding her head to Thomas, Cricket offers a polite smile. "You have a good memory, Marshal Nashoba. And, yes. I'm fine. It turns out I seem to know some martial arts. I guess that large man just scared it out of me. Might I enquire as to how he is? I didn't permanently damage his… chance for a family I hope."

The glowing red eyes are becoming more apparent as the light dims in the park and Cricket takes a step back. "I'm afraid this is all just a little over my head. Should I go? Would that be better for your investigation on… this… magic thing?"

*

"Fortunately the… two idiots in question are in custody, but I'm glad you're out here…" And he is. Thomas is an officer of the law and doesn't condone vigilanteism… officially. He very much condones folks defending themselves and other people from threats that ordinary folk and even ordinary police cannot handle. Finishing his cleanup he sands and offers his hands. "Nashoba. Marshal Thomas Nashoba. Pleased to meet you Mister…?"

The slight Native American makes a sound that's somewhere between a derisive snort and a laugh. "He's in custody and waiting several live sentences. So no, you didn't do the man's chances for a family any damage at all." Vicks, on the other hand, did all kinds of damage to it. "You're fine, Ma'am. I was just cleaning up and now I'm done. Can't leave that kind of thing laying around."

*

Accepting the offer of the man's hand, Alexander gives it a good firm shake as he says simply. "Alexander Aaron," For a moment he says naught else, the impression that there should be something more said is there, however. Pushing on he takes a step back and looks curiously at Cricket, his brow furrowing as he considers her and then asks the terribly intrusive question, "How does one seem to realize that they sort of know martial arts?"

Nodding at the welfare of Mr Vicks, Cricket seems relieved. "Well, I'm glad that you can see what is laying there. It's beyond me." When Alex asks the question about how she only just realized she knew martial arts, she offers a wan smile. She's been having to explain this an awful lot and would really just like to find someone that can give her some answers. "I woke up a month ago with total amnesia. I remember nothing. I've been trying to meet with people my father knew before he died. That's why I asked if you were Janine. She's in his book."

*

"Mistar Aaron, then." Virgil comes over and sits down next to Thomas. "Do you have a last name, maybe, Miss Schodt?" It's a minor abuse of police power to look people up, but if the name's not too common he may at least be able to point her in the right direction.

Martial arts… huh, yes that makes sense though… really. Total amnesia is so very rare…

*

Alexander looks to the side, the quirk of his eyebrow asking Thomas silently, 'Is that how it works? That's not how it usually works, right?' But then he looks back towards Cricket and tells her, "I do not know a Janine, however I am often here…" He opens one hand to the side, gesturing towards her calmly. "If I find one I will tell her you were seeking her." Other than that he offers little more.

*

"Her name is… hold on," She opens the notebook and uses her phone to provide more light. "Janine Tezuka. I talked to her on the phone. I was supposed to meet her here, but she never showed up." She wraps an arm about herself, not comfortable about this topic at all. After all, what does one say about it?

*

Tezuka. Name doesn't sound familiar. Thomas shoots a glance back over to Alexander. No, that's not how it usually works but… he can have a look. "Let me see… one moment." Walking a short distance away Thomas plugs the name into a program on his laptop, which is open in his car and sees if there's anything in any of the databases the Marshals give him access to about a Janine Tezuka. It's an unusual enough name that any hits are probably what she's looking for.

*

The young man with the faint gleam of red in his eyes looks upwards, one hand lifting to scritch the back of his neck thoughtfull as his thoughts distance. He looks back down towards Cricket and then frowns marginally, "Tezuka. Hm." Without warning he steps towards Cricket and casually reaches out with one hand towards just under her chin, the gesture clear as if indicating for her to lift her eyes to him so he can gauge her features all the easier.

"Do you know what she did for a living?"

*

Oh! Help. A lead! This is actually very good and Cricket gets a hopeful look on her face which is almost childlike in its innocence. She takes a step back when Alexander reaches to her face. When she realizes what he wants, she looks directly at him and smiles. "No. I only know her name and number. The comment beside her name is 'perfect', whatever my father meant by that."

"Hrm…" Thomas looks up. Not much… ah Jenine Tezuka. Cabbie. Sometimes model. Got a lot of tickets for speeding, got booked once by the NYPD but clean otherwise. Giving out her work address probably isn't too much of a… wait a minute. Thomas picks up his laptop and carries it back.

"Well okay. She works as a cabbie and I'd be happy to give you her address so long as you don't tell anyone where it came from. But… um… this is her." With that he turns the laptop around for both Alexander and Cricket to see. The woman in the mug shot (it was just for non payment of a few tickets) is… well… it's Cricket.

*

Stepping back from Cricket, Alexander slides his hands back into his pockets and does maintain a certain aspect of curiosity to him while he watches the interplay between her and Thomas. He steps back and walks over to his place on the bench seat, only now… the sun has drifted down below the horizon. Not terribly suitable to book-reading, though the flicker of nearby streetlamps might serve.

"Magical debris, a failed meeting with a mystery stranger." The blonde haired young man smiles and settles into his seat. He leans over and his eyes light upon the laptop image. He looks back towards Cricket, "She looks like your sister, perhaps." Naturally he offers the most plausible explanation.

*

Cricket smiles up at Alexander. "Well, what do you see? Or was this just an excuse to look deeply into my eyes?" She laughs softly, clearly not in the least bit serious with the flirting. As the marshal returns with the computer, there is initially confusion on her face. It's a mirror image of her. Well, mostly. There are some differences, but they would definitely have to be related.

"Sister seems … reasonable. Our last names are different though. Separated at birth? Maybe?" Cricket goes to sit down, letting out a sigh. "Well, that only adds to my questions."

*

The Marshal puts his laptop away and returns with a post-it note that has an address. "There. Maybe she can answer some questions for you. I hope." Virgil walks warily up to Thomas' side, not growling for fear of being scolded again. "Well I should get going. Nice seeing you again Miss Schodt… and Mister Aaron…" He pauses, giving the man an odd, somehow knowing look. "I suspect I'll be seeing you around. In any case, have a good evening, both of you."

With that Thomas turns to walk back to his car. Virgil lingers, sniffing for a moment before Thomas whistles and the black dog turns and bounds away.

*

Leaning back in the bench seat and crossing his leg over his knee, Alexander looks towards Cricket sidelong and lets her see the amusement in his smile. He lifts a hand, finger parting as he gestures to the side. "I would follow up if I could. It must be terribly interesting to live day to day with such a case of Amnesia. Every moment an exploration and never knowing what lies before you. In some ways I'm envious."

Alexander turns back to Thomas, "You two should keep in touch." A glance towards Cricket as he gestures pointedly, "Get his number."

*

Offering a smile to Alexander, Cricket can't help but shrug. "Perhaps. It's hard to see the benefit of it when one is in the middle of it all. I keep wondering if losing my memory might have been a blessing. I just don't know."

She follows his gaze towards the back of the marshal and nods. "I have it. From that time in M-Town one of his felons tried to use me as a hostage. I'm afraid I hurt him rather badly. Should I maybe get your number as well? In case anything … magical comes up?"

*

Those dark gleaming crimson eyes follow after Thomas for a time. Thoughts flicker thruogh Alexander's mind as his gaze follows the movements of the man and canine. It's only once they're back in their vehicle and getting ready to depart that he tilts his head ten degrees to the right, just so, and lifts his chin as if having reached some unvoiced conclusion.

It's then that the young man turns, affixing that seraphic smile upon Cricket and telling her with a wry edge to an otherwise amused smile, "Are you certain that's the /only/ reason you want my number, Ms. Schodt?" His lip quirks as he sets the book back down, offering it to her with a small slide of one hand, as if gifting it to her.

*

"Mr. Aaron, I don't know who I am or who I'm supposed to be in relation to. For all I know, I could be married. I'm flattered, but until I get some answers, yes, that is the only reason why I want your number." She blushes then and looks away, smiling. She rests her hand on the book as it is slid over to her and picks it up, looking at the spine. "And what does a man that investigates magic read for fun? Harry Potter? Quantum Physics?"

*

The title of Guns Germs and Steel is not too terribly interesting beyond the curious mix of items, and it's there clear for her to peruse. "You may have it, if only to call me to return the book." And as he says that he stands up, removing the small electronic miracle from inside his jacket pocket and extends it towards her, waiting until the Kord Industries phone plays that little trill that lets him know his privacy has been compromised yet again with his own wishes.

That having been said and done, he opens his hand. "Hopefully you may enjoy it better than I did. It's terribly dry." He turns and starts his own departure.


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