Detective Dick Gumshoe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
derp_detective) wrote2011-06-16 02:01 am
derp_detective) wrote2011-06-16 02:01 am
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Noodle Pack 9: How many of these did just hand out before.....?
[Action | 1449 Mitchell Road]
[Gumshoe yawns as he heads out the door of his house. Half asleep, he still gets ready for the daily grind which includes getting the daily newspaper but he stops short.
There's a large crate on his lawn. There's no air holes, so thankfully it won't be a live animal that will want to claw his eyes out like that mix up with Missile before. But still, this is Mayfield. Beware drones bearing gifts and all that. On the other hand, better to take care of it himself then leave it out here. What if some kid opened it?
So that's why Gumshoe steps back inside the house and returns with a hammer to open the crate to be presented with....]
"File cabinets? What in the..."
[He randomly opens one of the drawers, finding it filled to the brim with simple manila folders. But oh, what those folders contain! So much information! So many photos! And all about police cases. Specifically, any police case that even tangentially had Gumshoe involved in it is there. The written records, the statements made, the crime scene photos, and many, many autopsy reports.]
"Oh geeze, I better bring these inside."
[Gumshoe tries to slide the crate with the cabinets toward the house, but has no such luck in budging it. He then tries to get a hold of one of the cabinets and tries to just pull one in to start. That as well doesn't work, these things are just way too heavy.]
"...I think I'm gonna need some help."
[Phone | Unfiltered]
"So...um, yeah. I just got a crate with a bunch of full file cabinets in it. I don't suppose somebody could help a fella out and move them into the house? I can't move them on my own and I don't want to leave them on the street either. No big deal really, just they're in the way and all, you know?
...Right, so if anybody can help out at 1449 Mitchell Road, I'd appreciate it."
[Gumshoe yawns as he heads out the door of his house. Half asleep, he still gets ready for the daily grind which includes getting the daily newspaper but he stops short.
There's a large crate on his lawn. There's no air holes, so thankfully it won't be a live animal that will want to claw his eyes out like that mix up with Missile before. But still, this is Mayfield. Beware drones bearing gifts and all that. On the other hand, better to take care of it himself then leave it out here. What if some kid opened it?
So that's why Gumshoe steps back inside the house and returns with a hammer to open the crate to be presented with....]
"File cabinets? What in the..."
[He randomly opens one of the drawers, finding it filled to the brim with simple manila folders. But oh, what those folders contain! So much information! So many photos! And all about police cases. Specifically, any police case that even tangentially had Gumshoe involved in it is there. The written records, the statements made, the crime scene photos, and many, many autopsy reports.]
"Oh geeze, I better bring these inside."
[Gumshoe tries to slide the crate with the cabinets toward the house, but has no such luck in budging it. He then tries to get a hold of one of the cabinets and tries to just pull one in to start. That as well doesn't work, these things are just way too heavy.]
"...I think I'm gonna need some help."
[Phone | Unfiltered]
"So...um, yeah. I just got a crate with a bunch of full file cabinets in it. I don't suppose somebody could help a fella out and move them into the house? I can't move them on my own and I don't want to leave them on the street either. No big deal really, just they're in the way and all, you know?
...Right, so if anybody can help out at 1449 Mitchell Road, I'd appreciate it."
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[Which is actually kinda true. .....Wait.]
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Aw, I'm sorry, Kay. I lied about them being from Traffic. I was just trying to avoid dredging up any bad memories...
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It's okay.
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There's a lot of files here, and a lot of memories. Good and bad, but all stemming from a pretty bad start. It's enough to make a guy feel like he's bad luck...
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Yeah, I guess so, thanks Kay. It's just looking at a lot of these Homicide files reminds me most of the time we don't get there until AFTER something bad happens...
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Ah well, we better get these inside, right? Don't want some random kid looking through them after all.
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