Post by Altus on Sept 10, 2016 13:27:59 GMT -6
The piercing flash of cameras illuminated the gymnasium and the unfortunate body within. The young man had been pierced through the neck by a blade, his body lay in a small pool of blood and the photographers were still snapping photos of the scene in order to produce a complete, rounded picture of the poor child's final moments. He was only a teenager, a life of opportunity snuffed out before its time. A grumbling young woman in a labcoat glared at a man in a bowler hat as she fidgetted with her latex gloves.
"TWO minutes, that's all, if Sgt. Laverne sees you then I'm not helping."
"Thanks Meryl," the man smirked. He weaved between the thronging police officers and the crowd of awkward bystanders who were all now alternating between whispers with the occasional piercing shriek as someone recognised the corpse.
Yorke took his time and cast a cursory glance about the scene as he examined what he could for traces of evidence. While a few items caught his interest, very little was noticeably interesting. Except for the fact there was an intercom by a small gaggle of whispering girls who looked less scared and more intrigued. He tapped his fingers against the microphone as he walked past but they felt oddly silent as he went by. Clearly, something secretive was being discussed here, he'd have to wait until they started talking again.
His shoes squeaked on the varnished wood of the floor, it was obvious that this was usually the basketball court but a number of odd floor markings made it clear the room served many purposes. He took a second to look at the body and assessed the wound. The mark was clear by the edges of the skin, this was his work... The Cutter.
Approaching the officer nearest the body, Yorke assumed the natural attitude of a Detective and fell back into his old role easily.
"What's the situation officer? What can you tell me about the victim..." Yorke trailed off as he noticed a blood stain that was too far from the body. Could there have been another victim who hadn't been killed? One who had escaped? He turned his mind to the officer and awaited his response.
((INVESTIGATING THE CRIME-SCENE! Sgt. Laverne is likely to rock up, and BNO can hopefully fill in the Carver stuff that Yorke can discover by examining the body))
"TWO minutes, that's all, if Sgt. Laverne sees you then I'm not helping."
"Thanks Meryl," the man smirked. He weaved between the thronging police officers and the crowd of awkward bystanders who were all now alternating between whispers with the occasional piercing shriek as someone recognised the corpse.
Yorke took his time and cast a cursory glance about the scene as he examined what he could for traces of evidence. While a few items caught his interest, very little was noticeably interesting. Except for the fact there was an intercom by a small gaggle of whispering girls who looked less scared and more intrigued. He tapped his fingers against the microphone as he walked past but they felt oddly silent as he went by. Clearly, something secretive was being discussed here, he'd have to wait until they started talking again.
His shoes squeaked on the varnished wood of the floor, it was obvious that this was usually the basketball court but a number of odd floor markings made it clear the room served many purposes. He took a second to look at the body and assessed the wound. The mark was clear by the edges of the skin, this was his work... The Cutter.
Approaching the officer nearest the body, Yorke assumed the natural attitude of a Detective and fell back into his old role easily.
"What's the situation officer? What can you tell me about the victim..." Yorke trailed off as he noticed a blood stain that was too far from the body. Could there have been another victim who hadn't been killed? One who had escaped? He turned his mind to the officer and awaited his response.
((INVESTIGATING THE CRIME-SCENE! Sgt. Laverne is likely to rock up, and BNO can hopefully fill in the Carver stuff that Yorke can discover by examining the body))