CAMILLA DE LEÓN
Banshee
Untriggered
Posts: 5
Age:
36
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
she tastes like hope
Last seen May 6, 2024 14:07:44 GMT
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Post by CAMILLA DE LEÓN on Mar 26, 2024 19:28:33 GMT
It wasn’t rare to walk into the police station and find someone crying at the front desk. Those officers on the front desk were the unsung heroes of the station. Day in, day out, dealing with questions from the public. Camilla’s customer service face would start to fade after the sixth person, meanwhile Elias didn’t even have a customer service face. Stone cold expressions always. She’d overheard some of the other officers joking he was a robot sent by the FBI to monitor them and report back. Someone needed to keep an eye on the officers in Mystic Falls though. She used the term officers lightly. They weren’t exactly out there keeping crime rates low, in fact the complete opposite. They had been in Mystic Falls for a few years now and had yet to report back anything meaningful to the FBI. Every case that came to their desk remained open, and Camilla fucking hated an open case. People were being murdered in town and there were zero suspects. Camilla had worked damn hard to overturn every single stone, but there was never anything underneath. Needless to say it kept her awake most nights. Tossing and turning wondering what the fuck was happening in Mystic Falls. It wasn’t the only thing that kept her awake at night. Memories of the night Elias was stabbed would play on repeat in her mind, as she analysed every single thing that happened to lead up to his death or almost death as Elias would say. Their guard had slipped for a moment as they enjoyed each other's company in the bar. That was their downfall. Camilla blew carefully through the plastic lid of her takeout coffee. The only thing that would get her through the morning. The cup nearly flew from her hand when the woman inside the reception proceeded to scream at the male officer who was claiming to try and help her. She’d caught snippets of their conversation as soon as she entered the building. The man was trying to brush the woman off, telling her there was nothing they could do. “Hey!” She called out to the pair of them, “What the hell is going on here?” Camilla listened as the woman started to reel off a story that her son was missing but no one was doing anything about it, not even the cops. “There’s no record of this boy ever existing.” The officer quickly interjected, causing the woman to blow up again at him. “Ma’am. Please calm down… Officer…” She narrowed her eyes, studying his badge, “Officer Carroll. Can you please bring me the papers for this case. I’ll look into it.” She gave the woman a small smile as she followed Officer Carroll through the doors, “How many times…” Camilla quickly raised her hand, “Bring me the papers to my desk.” She stormed off up the stairs, refusing to engage any further with him. As instructed the papers were on her desk within an hour. Well, it was just two pieces of paper. The woman’s report of her missing child and that was it. With a sigh she collected the two measly pieces of paper and stormed over to Elias’ desk, placing them down. “Missing child. Mother was yelling out front this morning about it. There’s no evidence her son ever existed. No birth record.” She lowered herself down on the chair next to his desk, “I said we’d have a look into it. It’s the third report this month of a missing person.” Seemed like something they could solve, giving her a distance from the mounting open cases on her desk. ELIAS ELLIOTT
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ELIAS ELLIOTT
Horseman
Death
Posts: 63
Played by:
Julia
"Make it personal."
Last seen Apr 14, 2024 20:48:23 GMT
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Post by ELIAS ELLIOTT on Apr 14, 2024 19:58:04 GMT
━ peace is a struggle against our very nature ━ ELIAS FLIPPED THROUGH ONE OF THE MANY books in his library, hazel eyes scanning the names listed in the story. Constance, Sonny, Damien. Their parents’ names. No descendants, of course━but was it really that tragic? There didn’t need to be offspring from this family; the last generation was annoying enough. There were rumblings amongst the other reapers, the demons, and Elias was quite sure the man━the demon━he’d seen with Damien that day wasn’t just a friend. It was his brother.
This was ridiculous. His staff were out of control, not even Cory could be fully trusted, mostly because his emotions seemed to lead him instead of logic, and the reaper in him was rogue. He wasn’t like the rest.
Elias snapped the book closed and slipped it back into the shelf. There was no time here, no false window to show sun or moonlight (not that it existed within the realm of that sort of thing), and hours could pass without him noticing. He no longer had a need for food, drink or sleep. He didn’t need to leave… other than for the human job he still had to report to. He checked the time and sighed internally. If he wasn’t there soon, Camilla would start pestering him with calls and text messages.
Elias disappeared, then reappeared in the station, and his timing was perfect, apparently. De León stormed into their office mere seconds after he sat down, and his hazel eyes studied her as she barrelled over to him, dropped some reports on his desk, then plopped down beside him━even though she had her own desk a few feet away. “Third?” He asked, “All under the same circumstances?” As in, no record of them at all, only people who barely remembered them. Elias was under the impression that remembering those who were taken would bring them back, but perhaps there were a few more steps to it.
He reached out, sliding the papers towards himself before picking them up to scan. “Have you checked medical records for the mother? Any history of mental health issues? Miscarriages?” Elias was quite sure of what they were dealing with, but he wanted to be certain━and, on top of that, he couldn’t just jump into the train station and go get the boy, not while De León was still here. He had no emotional tie to it━unlike De León, he didn’t care if there was a mother crying about her child━but it was more important to right the wrongs of the supernatural world and keep these things hidden. CAMILLA DE LEÓN |
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CAMILLA DE LEÓN
Banshee
Untriggered
Posts: 5
Age:
36
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
she tastes like hope
Last seen May 6, 2024 14:07:44 GMT
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Post by CAMILLA DE LEÓN on May 5, 2024 17:41:28 GMT
Camilla could see the pain in the woman’s eyes as she cried over her missing child. It was like all hope in the world had been lost. Everything was collapsing down around this woman Camilla had never had the chance to develop a connection with her daughter, through no fault but her own. She chose to hand her baby over to another family. Often she would be tempted to type Maya’s name into their databases just to check up on her, but fear held her back. What if something bad had happened to her? The curiosity was there, but it wasn’t strong enough to have her searching for her daughter. She was at an age now where she could come and find Camilla on her own, but the knock at the door never came. There was always going to be an element of guilt she would carry with until she died. Putting a child up for adoption wasn’t an easy choice for most. She hoped her daughter was told that it wasn’t because her mom didn't want her, it was because she knew she couldn’t give her the best life possible. There were some selfish reasons too. Camilla wasn’t prepared to drop out of college. She would have preferred to have her own office, but the staff of Mystic Falls police station insisted on putting Elias and Camilla in a room together. Things could have been a hell of a lot more awkward if they actually went home together that one evening. Often she wondered what could have happened. Would they have slept together? “Very similar. Missing people with no record of them existing. This woman has even given us the hospital where her kid was born.” She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone started to suggest this woman might be insane. It wasn’t far-fetched and usually Camilla would entertain the idea, but three separate people making similar reports? It didn’t add up. Just how Elias’ amazing recovery didn’t add up. “No, but it seems odd that three different people are reporting the same things. Don’t you agree?” They’d always agreed that Mystic Falls was odd. A town with a high death rate yet no convinced killers because most were written off as animal attacks. Camilla had seen some of the pictures of the bodies. It never looked like an animal attack. ELIAS ELLIOTT
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