WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 158
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 11, 2024 19:24:12 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Apr 19, 2024 18:54:13 GMT
Beneath the confusion and grief for a marriage he’d destroyed, Will had felt some spark of hope as Zoey had walked towards him at that first crime scene. Tiny embers warming his heart, threatening to start burning out of control while she’d been doing everything possible to damp the flames that had already left her scorched. As the blaze had started to catch at the edges of them again he’d found himself holding his breath. One wrong word, one wrong move and the fire could rage out of control. What was left afterwards crumbling in his hand like ashes.
Will glanced at Zoey’s office door as he passed, offering a small smile as he caught sight of her talking on the phone through the open doorway. He would’ve stopped if she hadn’t been, feeling as though their kindling relationship meant she was owed an explanation as to where he was going – and why he might end up working late tonight. Back when they were married, they would likely have gone out on the call together, but now Zoey was on the other side of things legally speaking and that divide remained between them. It was small enough now that he would still call later, checking on both her and her father.
How long would it be before Zoey’s dad became convinced that the two of them were still together again? How long before they perhaps were? Those embers of hope stirred, burning at the edges of his conscience as he got into his car. He could swear he wanted their relationship to go back to where it had been before he’d start ruining things, but he couldn’t, not yet. There were still too many things he had to put aside to make certain he wouldn’t hurt her again. Lex being one of them.
Trying to make the most of the short drive out of town, Will considered what Lex was going to do when he told him that he was going to quit his sideline. It seemed like it had become a game to him, a way to test out of his abilities and catch a high all at the same time. The fact that they were returning things stolen from their rightful owners during a nightmarish period that most didn’t end up surviving probably hadn’t even struck him. Maybe he could convince Lex to at least try and follow through on his plan to apply to the FBI, but that felt like he’d end up just more hot air, whistling past Lex’s ears.
Ten minutes later he was pulling off of the road that wound through the woods. The lights of a patrol car flashed up ahead, illuminating the empty car in the deepening dusk. It was angled at the side of the road, as though it had swerved away from something. The front doors stood open, music still drifting faintly from it. The storm he’d watched flash its way across the sky from the safety of his office an hour before had left the dark grey Chevy glittering with raindrops, like diamonds tossed across the roof, and, he realised as he got closer, across the front seat.
”Is this why you called for a detective?” Will called out sceptically to the deputy who approached. A smashed driver’s side window could’ve been proof that something serious had happened, but all on its own, it wasn’t much to get excited about.
The guy’s mouth twitched, but not enough for it to have been called a grin. He gestured around to the other side of the car. ”Nope, it was the blood that had me doing that.”
Shit.
Making his way around to the other side of the car, Will peered through the open passenger door. There wasn’t much glass spread that far into the car, but there was a dark stain soaked into the grey fabric of the seat. Enough for it to be certain that whoever was in the car was dead? Nope, but enough to be worrying. As he straightened up to start checking around the vehicle, he caught sight of another car approaching. ”I want the road closed,” Will growled, stepping out into the road to wave down the other vehicle. Already slowing, it pulled up behind his.
For a split second, the tumble of dark hair he could see through the windscreen had him thinking Zoey had heard about the call and had come anyway. The woman who emerged was smaller though, as though her partner had been gifted all the height and her all the manners. Will frowned and approached Agent de León to intercept her. ”I’m not sure who called in the Bureau, but they’ve wasted your time. I’ve got this.” What he had, he wasn’t sure yet. An abandoned car, a possible injured person? None of it was technically criminal, but that chill feeling still crept over his skin as he tried to justify keeping the case out of the FBI’s hands.
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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 Apr 27, 2024 20:54:10 GMT
Elias had somehow managed to find the missing kid no one else could find. The kid who technically didn’t exist. Camilla had gone through their records meticulously and nothing. Yet Elias managed to locate the boy and bring him back to Mystic Falls with ease. Apparently the kid was hiding out at his friend's apartment. So, he scooped him up and returned him to his mom. Everyone was singing his praises, but Camilla didn’t jump to give him a gold start immediately. Something wasn’t falling into place, but she couldn't decide what. Ever since she watched Elias die in her arms then suddenly climb down off the stretcher she couldn’t help but be a little suspicious of him. He was hiding something and while they weren’t best friends, she felt a sense of betrayal. She felt like she was owed some kind of explanation considering she was with him when he died. A knock came on the door. There had been a call in about a car parked on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. Windows smash and blood found inside. The police officer who fed the information through Camilla would probably get a scolding from his co-workers later. Fresh cop, new at the station. Some would argue he was brown nosing the FBI officers. He didn’t realise some of the local cops were already salty about the FBI being there. There were whispers they were overstepping their mark, involving themselves in cases that didn’t need FBI meddling. She bit her tongue though, keeping her opinion to herself. The FBI wouldn’t have been dragged into town if the local officers were competent enough to solve the murders. Elias was nowhere to be seen in the station. His phone was going straight through to voicemail. She didn’t bother leaving a message though. She jumped into her own car and drove the short distances out of town. There were two officers already there. One unfamiliar face and Detective Carnegie. She climbed out of the car, giving the two men a small smile. They were probably whispering between themselves about her presence. What the hell was she doing there? “I’m sure you have, but two detectives are better than one.” Contrary to popular opinion around the station she wasn’t going to swoop in and take the case. So far it was nothing but a car with broken windows and blood. She moved past Will, peering into the car. Okay it was more than a bit of blood. “Maybe a drunk driver. Veered off the road and fled the scene.” Her eyes scanned the surrounding area, “Passenger may have fled too.” No signs of foul play. Nothing that warranted FBI involvement. WILLIAM CARNEGIE
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 158
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 11, 2024 19:24:12 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on May 11, 2024 18:07:54 GMT
Sheriff Forbes had lied to him. Looking back, the woman had probably been desperate at the time. At an even higher rate than the rest of the town, her staff were dropping like flies. A couple had gone missing, just as many dead, more had left, which was no wonder when it looked like their careers and lives might be brutally cut short. She’d needed warm bodies and perhaps hiring from out of state meant that those she coaxed in the door didn’t know what they were about to walk into. In their phone interview she’d spoken about him having free license with investigating major crimes in town. Mystic Falls had seemed like the place that shouldn’t have had them, but the place wasn’t quite the sleepy little spot on the map it appeared to be. Desperate to get out of New York, to allow Zoey to live her life there without the spectre of him constantly looming over her, to stop his own heart breaking every time he caught a glimpse at her, he’d leapt at the opportunity.
Partners? Multiple? The first day in Mystic Falls had left him reeling. There hadn’t been an ounce of chagrin on the woman’s face. Half an hour of arguing had done nothing but amuse his new partners – one of them at least. The first few months had been a misery. Eventually they’d fallen into a pattern that worked for them. They could still irritate him with a single word, but at times like this, when he didn’t have them there for back up, he actually missed them. Assigned a missing person’s case, the two of them had been out of town for days, trying to track down what would appear to be a teenaged runaway on the surface of things. The gratitude he’d felt for not being torn away from town, away from Zoey, faded at the first glimpse of the agent pulling up to the scene.
Her suggestion that two detectives were better than one had Will snorting wryly. His gaze rolled skyward for a moment. It was practically an echo of the words Forbes had used then. He didn’t believe them any more now than he had then. The only FBI agent he had any interest in partnering with was back at the station. If Zoey had been sent out instead he’d have leaned into her investigative skills. Their partnership had always worked so well, until he’d destroyed it. Will’s gaze dropped back, catching Camilla’s smile, but returning it with a frown instead. ”Two detectives perhaps, but that’s not what we have here, is it?” Will asked lightly. ”There’s no indication that this is a federal case.” An FBI agent involving herself did suddenly have him wondering whether there was more than met the eye here though. He hadn’t called them in on the Herrera case, but surely they’d have heard enough about it to perhaps come nosing when there was something that was possibly tied to it.
Will bristled as Camilla moved past him, stalking after her. She was looking into the car the same way he had, undoubtedly seeing exactly the same things he had. Broken glass, blood, not a body in sight. Winging one dark brow at her, Will kept his eyes on her rather than the woods around them that she was scanning. ”A drunk driver who shattered his own windows?” he questioned. He couldn’t doubt the fleeing the scene bit yet, there was every chance that people had. ”The glass is inside the vehicle. Something broke it from the outside and I’m willing to bet that was what caused them to swerve off the road. Can you smell alcohol in the vehicle?” He hadn’t, but it didn’t mean that either of the people in the car had been entirely sober. On the move, he headed for the front of the vehicle, looking for some sign on the soft ground that someone had headed in that direction, but spotted nothing. ”We should get people checking the woods.” He didn’t want to use the word we, ordering the FBI from his scene didn’t feel as though it would work though.
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