Nickoli & Elly

[Elly]

Small town, small world, small place. It's not much more than a dot on a map, with a high school shared by two other towns. It's also having the worst crime wave in the history of the entire town, meaning the street cops are working over time. The boss is a jerk, the CSI lab does little more than process - and there are other forces at work as well.

Shall we here this, and other, case files?

PROFILE:
Name:
Age:
Specialty:
Personality:
Looks:
History:
Other:

[Elly]

Name: Kit Monroe
Age: 20
Specialty: She's best with witnesses and photography.
Personality: Kit is an odd duck indeed. She is very easy to trust because she rarely talks or gossips. She rarely talks about herself, on top of that. She's basically the go-to of the department, which pisses off the boss. She's not very good at letting others see her, though.
Looks:http://www.womenshairstylesonline.com/Hair/Gallery/Long_Red_Ladies_Hairstyle_95117.jpg
History: Kit grew up in the city - flashing lights, no silence, and all that good stuff. Her family has always been in the police force, except for the occasional military person or accountant. She was originally just going to be a photographer until about a week after she graduated, a year early. She was at the police station to help with a couple of kids, when one of the people they had just brought in basically caused a shootout. She saw a number of adult friends die, as well as her mother. She registered a week later, because she wanted to stop that somewhere, and moved out here when she graduated. she and her father no longer talk -he blames her, in a way, for her mother dieing while she lived - so she's become a loner.
Other: She loves cats, tolerates dogs, and hates parrots. She also has a tatoo of a thorny vine with a rose in the middle on the small of her back.

[Nickoli]

Name:
Alessendro Rossi
Age:
24
Specialty:
Suspect Investigation
Personality:
Alessendro is your stereotypical Italian guy. He is a true romantic, a complete flirt. Though he has his 'mysterious side' as well. The temper he has is usually kept in check, though when he doesn't get enough sleep or his stress level is too high, he will lose it all. He is usually full of small smiles and witty remarks, though that is all he brings to work.
Looks:
http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/292/c/0/Love_Story_by_complejo.jpg
And on his hand:
http://th09.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/220/6/d/Bones_part_one_by_BellZ.jpg
History:
Alessendro grew up in Italy. He spent most of his life doing everything perfect in school, excelling at everything. He lived with his father and grandmother, and the thought of letting them down crushed his heart. So he strove to do the best at everything. He was in school to be a doctor, at 19, his first year of collage when he decided to study abroad. He moved to America, leaving his family behind. Once he was out of the pressures to become what his father he wanted, he realized where he belonged was helping the world in a different way. He finished school and now lives in a small apartment building, finally having found somewhere he fits.
Other:
Italian is still his native language.

[Elly]

Kit sighed as she sat at her desk. She had all the evidence, all the reports, spread out on her desk, staring at it. It just wouldn't make sense, this case. No witnesses, ever, no DNA left. Just his calling card and the mutilated bodies. It made her sick, but.. she felt responsible for fixing this. she was the youngest here, the newest, the most untried in the other's eyes.

"make sense." She said to the paperwork, taking another sip of the coffee. It was the extremely-strong brew that was kept in the corner of the small break room, keeping her awake. She'd been called out at 2 am, and had gotton maybe two hours of sleep before that. At least the caffine would make her think. The others would come in soon. Maybe she'd manage to ask them somethig other than if they were okay, or if they thought anything about the case.

she tugged at her braid, nibbling on the end of it. teh calling card was a drawing of a boat. That was the hanging point. they were nowhere near a lake. nobody here cared about water sports. so why a boat?
((Ah, I posted early!!!))

[Nickoli]

My original post got lost....Gr.

Down the road, in a small apartment building, up on the third floor, down the hall from the stairs and next to the main fire escape. Alessendro normally wouldn't go in to work until six. But he got ahead on his paperwork yesterday and even managed to get a confession from a suspect. So he left early and went out with a few friends. What would have been a nice morning to sleep in till eight or so was interrupted by the harsh, hollow screech of his alarm, announcing the arrival f 3 AM. He had forgotten to turn it off last night. Rolling onto his side, twisting himself in the already tangled sheets, Alessendro flailed to hit the snooze. The echo of the alarm resounded in his room, preventing him from closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep. Black eyes blinked at his dark ceiling, head pounding from one too many drinks last night and not enough sleep.

Giving up, he dragged his dark body out of bed and into the shower. Most days he would start his morning with a run or a stop to the gym, but today, that just wasn't happening. His body groaned as the water ran down his skin, plastering his black hair to his face, running down the sea horse on his shoulder, trickling off the bones on the outside of his hand, dripping down the drain.

Slightly more coherent, he dressed in a less-than-professional pair of dark jeans and a deep blue polo shirt. He was going in early, and it wasn't likely anyone else would be there to care. Sliding his hand through his black hair, out of his eyes, Alessendro slid his feet into a pair of black gym shoes and collected his navy green bag before heading out.

The nice part about this time of day was that there was no one out. Walking to work usually was no problem, but the headache that was teasing him wasn't helping. Gentle air played with his still wet skin as he climbed the steps. Shoving the door open with a loud crash, Alessendro kicked it shut behind him. It was dark, so he elbowed the lights on in the main room, dropping his bag onto someone's desk. He tossed his head back, shaking hair from his face again when he stopped.

"'Ello?" He called out. It was almost the faint murmur of a voice from the break room. Glancing at the wall clock, who would be here at 3.15 AM?

[Elly]

With a rather startled eep, the sounds of someone righting a fallen chair preceeded Kit's touseled head poking out, followed by the rest of her. she looked as hastily put together as he did - a pair of dark wash jeans that were a little too large, a tunic that was belted close the only reason she looked like a professional. Instead of her normal smooth braid, her hair was in a hastily done fashion, wisps escaping every which way.
"you get called in too?" She asked, sleepily frowning. She was wearing the same black flats she always wore, at least. "Thought they were gonna give you a break, at least." Her drawl was always bad if she was tired - today, she sounded like she was a hill country beauty queen. "You did good yesterday."