WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 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: 10
Age:
36
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
she tastes like hope
Last seen Nov 21, 2024 9:51:57 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: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 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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CAMILLA DE LEÓN
Banshee
Untriggered
Posts: 10
Age:
36
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
she tastes like hope
Last seen Nov 21, 2024 9:51:57 GMT
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Post by CAMILLA DE LEÓN on May 31, 2024 1:05:03 GMT
Camilla’s eyes narrowed slightly as a snort rolled out of Will. Was he determined to end up in her bad books by rubbing her up the wrong way? It wasn’t like Elias and Camilla chose to come to Mystic Falls. There were a thousand other places she would rather be. They were merely doing their job just like Will should have been doing his instead of making childish remarks to Camilla. “I thought we were here to do our job, not nitpick over small details.” Then came his comment that it wasn’t a federal case. She held back the sigh, “I didn’t say it was. I’m here to help.” But maybe it wasn’t worth the headache she was about to get from the complaints coming from Will. Will should have been counting his lucky stars that it wasn’t Elias who came out to the woods. One questionable comment from Will would have Elias ripping him apart, probably going as far as suggesting Will wasn’t very good at his job. Camilla had heard Elias mutter a thousand times before the whole reason they had been sent to Mystic Falls was because their officers were idiots. But the problem was way bigger than she imagined. It was going to take more than a few weeks to mop up the shit caused by the officers. Countless missing people and too many unsolved murders. They probably had less unsolved murders over in Charlotte. As she peered inside the car she heard Will’s voice coming from behind her, questioning her suggestion it could have been a drunk driver. “Like I said, I’m here to help but if you’re going to be uncivil I’ll make my way back to the station, but I doubt your superiors will be pleased with your attitude.” She hated pulling rank, but she was tired of listening to Will. “Do you have plausible theories then, Detective?” They were only a few miles away from the college. She knew how the students sometimes risked driving home after a few too many drinks at the club, but the car was pointing in the direction back into town. As she straightened herself back up she glanced back at Will, “Something has hit the vehicle while it was moving? No obvious smell of alcohol.” She didn’t exactly poking her head deep into the car smell fully though.
“We should probably do that right now? Me and you. If we wait for backup, we could be too late.” It wasn’t just about finding potential criminals, but someone out there was seriously hurt and needed medical attention. She walked back to her car, throwing the trunk open and pulling out two torches, “Do you need a torch?” She handed one out to Will. WILLIAM CARNEGIE |
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Jun 10, 2024 19:30:55 GMT
Dalton’s meteoric rise had been greased with snake oil and lies. The rank and file knew there was enough rotten about it that they’d looked at him with the same distrust. What was the boss’ son doing on the streets with them? Was he just putting in his time before he got pushed up the ladder into some political position where he could just stand around looking pretty on camera? It had taken time to convince them that he was nothing like his father, pitching in on the worst duties, giving back as good as he got when the pissing contests started. There’d always been those whispers that he wasn’t pulling his weight, but just when things had started to fall apart he’d been in such a good place. The guilt over his having caused it all to crumble, he hadn’t had the energy to enter into the same battles here. Head down, avoiding the questions his partners had thrown at him, Will had tried to build his reputation back up the old fashioned way.
Will pressed his lips together, hanging his head slightly as he was rapped on the knuckles. Was he being petty and childish? Perhaps. It wasn’t as though he was at one of the scenes he’d created by breaking into some asshole’s tacky mansion to take back what had been stolen before they’d even been born. The shell around that part of his life felt thin and brittle these days, as though one wrong move would leave it crumbling, the life he’d built inside falling apart the way the other half of it had in New York. ”I haven’t known the Bureau to show an interest in petty crimes before,” Will said coolly, the furrow remaining between his brows. In New York they’d always had too much on their own desks to show any interest in the inconsequential cases the rest of them were stuck with.
Was the vehicle just another missing persons case that would sit on Forbes’ desk for a year before it was quietly shuffled into the stacks of cold cases that would eventually outnumber the living in this town? It wouldn’t have been the first. He’d picked through them a time or two in the idle moments between other cases, wondering how so much had gone unsolved in a town so small. There had probably been a supernatural cause for some vanishing – predators flocked to the town as though drawn like a magnet after all – but some remained the sort of mystery that lingered with him like a bad taste in his mouth.
Even though Camilla was staring into the car, Will raised his hands like he was warding off her threat to leave. It wouldn’t been a tragedy if she had left him to it. If this didn’t turn out to be something, it would’ve wasted both their time. The line of his mouth remained flat though. ”I think the Sheriff has bigger things to deal with than one detective who can’t play nicely with others.” Only usually he managed to keep up a better civil front than this. A momentary bristling like a dog whose hackles had risen. Will straightened up slightly as she tossed the question over what had happened back at him. ”A few,” he said tightly. None were much better than the one she’d thrown out there.
”It wouldn’t be the first time the wildlife around here has caused an accident. A deer in the road perhaps.” Although usually they ended up on the hood, creating far more damage than he was seeing now. ”It’s an isolated spot, they could’ve been forced off the road.” And that would probably mean an explanation he couldn’t share with her. As she confirmed there was no scent of alcohol Will grunted lightly. Sober or drunk, the occupants had likely left the vehicle, heading towards town on foot, or, picked up by someone. There were too many questions and not enough answers.
Turning back to the agent as she suggested searching the woods together, Will raised his brows at her. She had blown right through his attitude, cutting to the quick of the situation in a way that reminded him of Zoey. Guilt squeezed at his heart, its thorns a sharp reminder that he wasn’t here to alienate his coworkers. This was his life now. ”You’re right,” he admitted, the words barely sticking in his throat this time.. He let out a long sigh, calling out to the patrol officer to inform him that they were heading into the woods. ”Thank you.” Stiffly formal, Will took the flashlight from her.
”If I’d been hurt in a crash, there’s only one way I’d head from here.” He switched on the flashlight and aimed it in the direction of town. ”Stick close to the road and hope that someone picked me up before I got back to town. There should be a trail if they did. Do you see any footprints?” Will started the way he’d indicated, his frown settling back in as he swept the ground. He could see his own where he’d stood by the vehicle, the outline of his shoes crisp enough in the soft ground that he knew he’d be polishing them when he got home tonight.
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CAMILLA DE LEÓN
Banshee
Untriggered
Posts: 10
Age:
36
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
she tastes like hope
Last seen Nov 21, 2024 9:51:57 GMT
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Post by CAMILLA DE LEÓN on Jun 21, 2024 21:31:22 GMT
Camilla never thought she’d grow up to be the person who was married to her job. She’d always been ambitious, even before she moved to America, but she thought she’d be married by now. There was this life she’d planned out in her mind, but her plan started to crumble when she fell pregnant in college. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to have a daughter then give her up for adoption. Never in a thousand years did she think she’d give up her first born, but she only had herself to blame for being so damn irresponsible. One thing she’s come to realise is that a petty crime in Mystic Falls was rarely just that. It usually spiralled into something bigger. She didn’t want to be bold enough to say it, but she believed they were sweeping crimes under the carpet. There was something weird going on in the small town, but no one seemed to care. There was just a shrug of the shoulders and everyone carried on. “We show an interest in all crime.” It wasn’t like they hadn’t nothing to do but involve themselves, but Camilla wanted to know everything that was going down in Mystic Falls. Even the petty crime. The Sheriff was lucky she still had her job. If it were down to Camilla the woman would have been given her matching orders a long time ago. At least Will was admitting he was the one who wasn’t playing nice. “Like the growing number of suspicious deaths in this town?” She quipped back as she turned back to him.
“Ah, yes, the wildlife.” The wildlife that was apparently behind plenty of deaths in Mystic Falls too. It was an unlikely story, in her mind, but what was the other answer? There was a serial killer loose in the town. One who liked to tear bodies apart. She wasn’t behind Will’s theory yet though, but she kept that to herself because no doubt he’d roll his eyes. It was never her intention to step on people’s toes, but sometimes it happened along the way. They could stand there all evening bickering like children or just push on with the job. She was opting for the second choice. Time wasn’t on their side. He didn’t argue either as he took the flashlight from her. Camilla following suit, clicking her flashlight on, aiming it in the same direction as Will. “Good idea.” If they quickened their pace they could potentially catch up with the people. She quickly flashed the light down to the road, quickly flicking it around their immediate surroundings, “Nothing, but let’s walk ahead to see if we can see anything.” She nodded back in the direction of town. WILLIAM CARNEGIE - wrap with yours? |
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Jun 29, 2024 17:08:46 GMT
If it had been Zoey standing in front of him, Will might have believed the line about the Agency taking an interest in all crime. Zoey had once been ono the other side of the line, standing shoulder to shoulder with him in investigations. He had no clue of this agent’s history and in a bigger city he’d have doubted they had time to stick their noses into the minutiae of law enforcement. Were things bad enough in Mystic Falls that they were now looking at everything with a critical eye? Did that mean his days were numbered even more than they had been when it was just Zoey looking into the thefts he’d committed? Perhaps the pressure wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, it would be another excuse to give Lex when he made it clear that they had to stop.
Will had grunted at Camilla’s shrug and comment, but her words continued to play in his head. It wasn’t only the thefts in question here, there had been Zoey’s kidnapping and the deaths of the men who had taken her too. The case had been closed as far as he knew, the strange nature of most of the deaths written off at the sheriff’s discretion. He let out a sigh at the question thrown back at him, his gaze flattening as it met hers. ”Exactly,” he managed, his voice dry. ”Those feel like they’d be cases more worthy of your attention.” The question would be whether or not the sheriff would allow the FBI to poke their noses in cases that might hold more than a little evidence of the supernatural. It had been obvious to him early on that the sheriff knew enough of what existed in the world to try and sweep evidence of it under the carpet here.
The wildlife was a part of that problem. Will’s gaze swept the woods, catching on the sway of branches in the breeze, the flutter of foliage, as though he’d see some sign of a reasonable explanation for what had happened out here. ”It’s a rural area, it wouldn’t be unheard of.” It would have been more obvious though this though. Deer didn’t tend to run straight into the side of the vehicle. The animal would more than likely have ended up on the hood, the windscreen spiderwebbed by hundreds of pounds of deer, blood glittering on the outside of the vehicle instead of spotting the inside. None of this seemed to be adding up to an easy answer, even if the scene suggested it would be something simple.
He hadn’t intended to soften towards the agent, this was his scene after all, but he couldn’t stomach the thought of standing around locked in a pissing contest over it when someone could’ve been bleeding to death in the woods. Will stowed his pride, although it still prickled as he took the flashlight from the agent. ”Deputy!” He gestured the man over with the flashlight. ”Get another car out here, have them search in the other direction. We’re searching back towards town.” It would mean more people traipsing through the scene, but if there were people out there they needed to be found.
Leading their way with the beam of his flashlight, Will lamented his choice of footwear. They wouldn’t be the first pair of expensive shoes he’d ruined. Perhaps it was time he started carrying an old pair of boots in his trunk, after all this wasn’t going to be the last time he ended up out here if he stayed in Mystic Falls instead of heading back to New York with Zoey. There wasn’t a single footprint that he could see except for theirs. The untouched ground left him feeling that hole opening up in his gut again. Something felt very wrong out here, like the static electricity that rose before a storm was crackling over his brain. God forbid there be a normal crime in this town. ”We’ll give it a half mile. If we don’t find anything by then we’ll move further afield, head into the woods. There’s got to be something here.” It wouldn’t be until hours later, when they were watching a tow truck hitch the car onto its back that he accepted that there wasn’t a single sign of whoever had been in the car. One moment they had been in the car, bleeding, the next they had simply vanishing, another casualty of this town.
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