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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 21:11:09 GMT
"I daresay you're probably rich." John said. "I mean, you're what? 20-something and living alone? Kind of an easy target if you don't mind me saying. As for procedure." he straightened his collar. "I'm a private detective as well. Being a paranormal investigator on its own doesn't pay the rent. I'll see this case through."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 21:22:18 GMT
Alice sighed in relief. She wasn't sure who else she could ask for help if he told her he wouldn't finish it. "Thank you!" she chirped.
"I'm twenty-one. But I'm not really rich." Her parents had enough money and she was the sole inheritor but she had picked this place because it was cheap, really cheap. And she tried to save her money as much as possible. She wouldn't be able to live off her parents' funds forever.
"But you prefer being a paranormal investigator then, right? So hopefully this case has some spirit or something to keep you interested."
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 21:27:07 GMT
"I just hope it doesn't turn out to be another country singer's haunted house." John said. "Right. Let's look for signs of a break-in."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 21:28:59 GMT
"Country singer's haunted house?" she asked confused. She followed him and looked for anything suspicious.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 21:36:02 GMT
"It was a case I took last month. A country singer thought his house was haunted and wanted me to investigate." John entered what he assumed was the living room and started poking around. "It wasn't."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 21:39:53 GMT
Alice nodded. "I would hate to waste your time like that. I do appreciate you coming all the way here," she said sweetly, looking around herself. As far as she could tell everything looked normal, just the way she'd left it. But then she wasn't really a detective. She went the direction her "friends" pointed her at and ended things with a sharp pointy object.
She looked up for a moment. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry! I forgot to offer you tea or coffee or something. Is there anything you'd like to eat or drink?"
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 21:45:24 GMT
"If you've got coffee, that'd be great." John crouched on the ground. "Cream, two sugars, and a shot of brandy. That'd be great."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 21:48:34 GMT
Alice bobbed her head up and down. "I'll prepare it right away!" she said, eagerly rushing off to the kitchen. She came back a few minutes later with two cups of coffee. She handed one to Mr. Constantine.
"Here you go and I'm so sorry for not offering sooner!" She couldn't believe she had been so rude. Sure she'd been distracted but that was no excuse for poor manners.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 21:54:03 GMT
"Not a problem. Thank you." John took a sip from the cup and set it on the table. All decorum and etiquette kind of went out of the window when one was stuck in a basement with a seemingly possessed doll, after all. The coffee was practically ambrosia to him. "There's nothing too noticeable in here." It was times like this that John felt more like Sherlock Holmes and less like Gandalf.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 21:59:09 GMT
"You're welcome. I didn't notice anything either but I have to admit this isn't my specialty." She sipped her own coffee. There was no brandy in hers but it was a bit sweeter. She could legally drink now but she didn't really care for alcohol. She never knew when she'd have to leave and take care of something. It was best to be sober and have full control of her motor functions in case anything happened.
She did have alcohol in her home, though. She saved it in the off chance that she'd ever have someone over. She didn't really socialize much so she was enjoying Mr. Constantine's company despite the odd circumstances.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 22:09:26 GMT
"Windows are closed, so I think whoever broke in, if there even was a break-in, is good at covering their tracks." John picked up his cup and walked carefully to the other side of the living room. "And if they heard me break your door, I should take flight hysteria into condition as well. They may have left something behind."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 22:40:44 GMT
"Flight hysteria?" she asked. She continued to follow him and look around. She really doubted she'd find anything. She was battle perceptive not...not this sort of perceptive.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 22:43:52 GMT
"It's a psychological thing." he said. "Particularly among criminals. When faced with law enforcement or a guy with a big gun, they panic and don't think out their next move, often leading them to make mistakes."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 22:51:07 GMT
Alice nodded. "That makes sense!" she chirped. She'd witnessed that plenty of times when people saw her breathing down their neck, sword aimed at their throat.
"Mr. Constantine, do you work by yourself? Does anyone help you?"
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 22:55:09 GMT
"Mostly, yes." John nodded. "I sometimes get help from contacts and other people who work in the same fields. Sometimes the police help me, but yeah, for the most part, I work on my own."
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