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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Rik 240215
On a cold Valentine's night in his aesthetically pleasing apartment, Alexander finds his novel writing and occult research interrupted by persistent knocking at his door. Peering through the peephole, he discovers two impatient HSD deputies, one older and one younger female officer, claiming to have a warrant for his arrest. Skeptical, Alexander engages in a wary dialogue, verifying their identities via badge display and a back-and-forth over the phone with the station. Upon confirmation, he reluctantly allows them entry but remains guarded, inquiring about the nature of their visit while trying to protect his girlfriend's privacy and his personal space from undue intrusion.
The deputies reveal they're investigating a murder with a suspect matching Alexander's description, and press him for his alibi, mentioning the potential need to confiscate his computer as evidence. Alexander, maintaining his composure, asserts his innocence and emphasizes his membership in the Order, suggesting he was targeted due to past affiliations and assuring he has digital proof of his whereabouts. Recognizing a symbol and hearing mention of Senior Deputy Bailey—a mutual acquaintance potentially vouching for Alexander—the officers decide against immediate action but warn him not to leave town, hinting at worse consequences if he fails to produce the promised evidence. Once they depart, Alexander, relieved yet burdened by the murder suspicion, remarks on his luck the deputies didn't find hidden drugs, then sets to work compiling his defense, a blend of digital logs and skillful rhetoric, all while lamenting his disrupted Valentine's plans and missed drinking opportunity.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRRik):SRRik)
[Wed Feb 14 2024]
In a well-appointed office with impressive views overlooking Main Street
The office is an inviting blend of crisp design and personal flair, its high ceilings a striking mix of pewter and white that draw the eye up into thought. The warmth of polished teak floors grounds the space, harmonizing with the coolness of eggshell white walls. Here, a stately desk stands central, surrounded by an array of screens that suggest a hub of multifaceted activity, veiled subtly by the sophistication of the room.
As evening shades the room, burnished brass lamps cast a comforting glow, transforming the space into a cozy alcove for nocturnal pursuits. Plush curtains in dusk blue frame the generous windows, balancing the room's sleek modernity with a touch of classic luxury, perfect for contemplative moments away from the glow of monitors and the hum of hard drives.
It is night, about -7F(-21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Someone has sent the state police after your target. Perhaps they're a real criminal or perhaps they've been framed, in either case it's up to them to get their arrest warrant handled and removed.
)
Alexander is busy working on a novel in a quiet end to his valentines day inside his nice apartment. Looking in to the various schemes the occult are up to on the side
What a fun way to bookend valentines day (hah), working on a novel, that is. God knows how many would-be writers litter the cafes of the sleepy seaside town, but what sets Alexander apart from many of the others is that he's actually putting some work into it. His relaxing evening is interrupted, however, by a pounding knock to his door.
Bang, bang, bang.
Alexander hums. And moves quietly to put his armored jacket and other ecoutrement on before he peers through the peephole
There's another bang against the door as Alexander moves inside of his apartment, clearly whomever is outside is growing impatient, "Listen, we can hear you in there!" A deep, male voice calls out.
When Alexander peers through the peephole he can make out two figures standing there, waiting and looking rather impatient. They're wearing the telltale khaki of HSD Deputies. There's an older fellow there with wrinkled, aged features and a younger looking woman. Both of them are standing with hands on their duty belts.
Alexander says "Yeaaah...well. Fuck off. It's like midnight, I'm sure it can wait"
Alexander exhales harshly, HSD isn't really a fight he wants to tangle with. Whatever the business is he's sure he can clear up. But that's presuming they're actually HSD.
"Alexander Murphy?" The older fellow calls out in response, more or less ignoring Alexander's response beyond the fact that he'd actually answered, "This is Deputy Harrison from the Sheriff's Department, we've got a warrant." There's a shift of movement as he reaches into his jacket and holds up a letter toward the peephole. "Now, open up son, before I open for you."
"Yes, that's me." Alexander says with a long sigh. "Relax, Officer. Don't break your back or nothing. Show me the badges too. I'll call it in, and if the station clears it, I'll come out yeah?"
There's a long suffering sigh from the man as he shares a knowing look with the junior officer besides him, who simply shrugs back in response. "I swear to god, the kids in this town.." The officer mutters, and raises his badge to press it against the peephole as requests. The junior officer follows in turn. "There you go, now, I'd appreciate it if you opened the door so we could have a chat."
"You have a warrant for my arrest, no?" Alexander humms and follows up and call the station to confirm that this is actual HSD personnel. "I know it's cold fella's, you can wait in your car if you want, won't take more than a moment." He kind of likes being a bit of a pain here.
There isn't an immediate answer, rather there's a bit of a pause as the pair exchange looks. "..Yes." The older officer answers after a few moments, "We'd really rather have this conversation face to face, Mister Murphy." There's a rattle of the doorknob as the man tests it.
The call to the station would confirm that these fellows are legitimate indeed.
Alexander pulls the door open. "Come on in officers." But he opens the door partially as a shield and gestures them in, taking stock of their weapons.
Thankfully they aren't armed for a siege. Both officers are wearing their duty belts with handguns strapped to their sides, though neither has drawn any weapons as of yet. "Appreciate it, son." The older fellow notes with a nod, and slips inside first, glancing around the room warily as he does so. "Are you home alone tonight?" He queries of Alexander, taking several steps into the apartment and peering about any nooks and crannies, as well as the other rooms.
The other officer, the junior female officer, pauses by the door, keeping her eyes on Alexander.
Alexander says "Girlfriends in the bedroom. Leave her be please. I know the warrant, blah blah. I want to know what this is about."
"Right, and her name?" The older officer asks, pausing by the assumed bedroom door but pausing from opening it at Alexander's request. He doesn't answer the man's question, but offers his own instead, "And where were you on the evening of the fourteenth?"
Alexander shrugs. "Here, but I'm going to lawyer up soon if you don't start giving me stuff back. I don't mind spending a night in jail, but I'd like us to hassle each other as little as possible."
"You got anyone to corroborate that?" The older man asks, and then pauses to mull over Alexander's threat of sorts. He clicks his tongue, and then works it against his inner cheek before gesturing at the man. "We got a sighting of someone matching your description at the scene of a murder." The man explains, watching Alexander's reaction with a careful, measured expression.
Alexander hmm's. "That's interesting," he notes somewhat detached. "Not super surprising I guess, but yes. I have a security system in home. And as I said, my computer logs the work I do."
"Cameras?" The response is punctuated with a suspicious raise of a brow as the man glances around the room, and should the aforementioned computer be present, he would gesture at it, "We might need to take that as evidence in that case. If you don't mind, "
"Cameras?" The response is punctuated with a suspicious raise of a brow as the man glances around the room, and should the aforementioned computer be present, he would gesture at it, "We might need to take that as evidence in that case. If you don't mind, Mister Murphy." He gestures over towards the junior Deputy then, who begins to slide some gloves onto her hands and wander over.
Alexander exhales harshly. "Yes, obviously. But you cannot just come in and start taking my shit because someone today maybe looked like me at a crime scene. So, this is pretty obviously some fucking bullshit. Are you two Aware?" He raises his brow.
"Plenty aware, son." The Deputy notes back with a huff from his nose, his hand shifting to rest against his belt following that harsh exhale. "That's exactly what we can do." The man reaches into his jacket then, producing a notepad and clicking his tongue, "So, then, what are ya? If you can't tell us, we'll take some blood as well."
"I'm a member of the Order. I was home the whole night. I'll prepare a statement for your perusal, along with the evidence of both my security system and computer. I've worked with Bailey in the past, she can vouch for me." Alexander says plainly. "But, since I have enemies aplenty beyond the mundane shit, I'm not having my home ransacked right now." He gestures towards the door.
Alexander says "And I'm natural. More or less."
"-Senior Deputy- Bailey, eh?" Officer Harris echoes back with another click of his tongue, and starts to work at the inside of his cheek after, clearly mulling the situation over. There's a flick of his gaze down towards the man's society symbol then, and he peers aside toward the other officer and shakes his head. Just the once.
They both start back toward the door then, and he clears his throat, "Don't leave town, son. Get your proof down to Senior Deputy Bailey quick-smart, or we'll come knocking again. This time with cuffs."
Alexander shrugs. "Trust me, if I was a killer and you were this close to catching me, neither of you two would be walking out of my house alive. Be careful out there officers. And when all this clears up, you need a hand? I suppose you know where to find me." He sags with relief, exhaling sharp as the duo begin to retreat. A good name drop but far from out of the woods. He's hardly THAT aqauinted with Bailey anyway. "Just call me to the station next time. I've got nowhere to go but Haven these days," he insists.
The moment they're gone, he's off to his office, writing again. Only this time it's a careful assemblage of evidence. Timeline of his day, corroborated evidence and a bit of rhetorical flourish to tie it all together. If he could trust a damn lawyer in this town, or find one who didn't stink like sulfur, he'd have probably retained one the second they knocked but he's pretty good at putting together the words.
There's a glance between the two officers at Alexander's threat, and it's clear that they're mulling over just how much of a threat it is. It seems that they've decided to let sleeping dogs lie as they wander out of the apartment, closing the door behind themselves. No doubt Alexander would hear the crunch of their footsteps peel off into the night, and eventually the starting cough of a car engine.
Now, Alexander is left alone in his apartment once more, with a murder suspicion hanging over his head. What a lovely Valentines.
Alexander says "I really should have gone drinking..."
Alexander says "...least they didn't find the drugs?"
The deputies reveal they're investigating a murder with a suspect matching Alexander's description, and press him for his alibi, mentioning the potential need to confiscate his computer as evidence. Alexander, maintaining his composure, asserts his innocence and emphasizes his membership in the Order, suggesting he was targeted due to past affiliations and assuring he has digital proof of his whereabouts. Recognizing a symbol and hearing mention of Senior Deputy Bailey—a mutual acquaintance potentially vouching for Alexander—the officers decide against immediate action but warn him not to leave town, hinting at worse consequences if he fails to produce the promised evidence. Once they depart, Alexander, relieved yet burdened by the murder suspicion, remarks on his luck the deputies didn't find hidden drugs, then sets to work compiling his defense, a blend of digital logs and skillful rhetoric, all while lamenting his disrupted Valentine's plans and missed drinking opportunity.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRRik):SRRik)
[Wed Feb 14 2024]
In a well-appointed office with impressive views overlooking Main Street
The office is an inviting blend of crisp design and personal flair, its high ceilings a striking mix of pewter and white that draw the eye up into thought. The warmth of polished teak floors grounds the space, harmonizing with the coolness of eggshell white walls. Here, a stately desk stands central, surrounded by an array of screens that suggest a hub of multifaceted activity, veiled subtly by the sophistication of the room.
As evening shades the room, burnished brass lamps cast a comforting glow, transforming the space into a cozy alcove for nocturnal pursuits. Plush curtains in dusk blue frame the generous windows, balancing the room's sleek modernity with a touch of classic luxury, perfect for contemplative moments away from the glow of monitors and the hum of hard drives.
It is night, about -7F(-21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Someone has sent the state police after your target. Perhaps they're a real criminal or perhaps they've been framed, in either case it's up to them to get their arrest warrant handled and removed.
)
Alexander is busy working on a novel in a quiet end to his valentines day inside his nice apartment. Looking in to the various schemes the occult are up to on the side
What a fun way to bookend valentines day (hah), working on a novel, that is. God knows how many would-be writers litter the cafes of the sleepy seaside town, but what sets Alexander apart from many of the others is that he's actually putting some work into it. His relaxing evening is interrupted, however, by a pounding knock to his door.
Bang, bang, bang.
Alexander hums. And moves quietly to put his armored jacket and other ecoutrement on before he peers through the peephole
There's another bang against the door as Alexander moves inside of his apartment, clearly whomever is outside is growing impatient, "Listen, we can hear you in there!" A deep, male voice calls out.
When Alexander peers through the peephole he can make out two figures standing there, waiting and looking rather impatient. They're wearing the telltale khaki of HSD Deputies. There's an older fellow there with wrinkled, aged features and a younger looking woman. Both of them are standing with hands on their duty belts.
Alexander says "Yeaaah...well. Fuck off. It's like midnight, I'm sure it can wait"
Alexander exhales harshly, HSD isn't really a fight he wants to tangle with. Whatever the business is he's sure he can clear up. But that's presuming they're actually HSD.
"Alexander Murphy?" The older fellow calls out in response, more or less ignoring Alexander's response beyond the fact that he'd actually answered, "This is Deputy Harrison from the Sheriff's Department, we've got a warrant." There's a shift of movement as he reaches into his jacket and holds up a letter toward the peephole. "Now, open up son, before I open for you."
"Yes, that's me." Alexander says with a long sigh. "Relax, Officer. Don't break your back or nothing. Show me the badges too. I'll call it in, and if the station clears it, I'll come out yeah?"
There's a long suffering sigh from the man as he shares a knowing look with the junior officer besides him, who simply shrugs back in response. "I swear to god, the kids in this town.." The officer mutters, and raises his badge to press it against the peephole as requests. The junior officer follows in turn. "There you go, now, I'd appreciate it if you opened the door so we could have a chat."
"You have a warrant for my arrest, no?" Alexander humms and follows up and call the station to confirm that this is actual HSD personnel. "I know it's cold fella's, you can wait in your car if you want, won't take more than a moment." He kind of likes being a bit of a pain here.
There isn't an immediate answer, rather there's a bit of a pause as the pair exchange looks. "..Yes." The older officer answers after a few moments, "We'd really rather have this conversation face to face, Mister Murphy." There's a rattle of the doorknob as the man tests it.
The call to the station would confirm that these fellows are legitimate indeed.
Alexander pulls the door open. "Come on in officers." But he opens the door partially as a shield and gestures them in, taking stock of their weapons.
Thankfully they aren't armed for a siege. Both officers are wearing their duty belts with handguns strapped to their sides, though neither has drawn any weapons as of yet. "Appreciate it, son." The older fellow notes with a nod, and slips inside first, glancing around the room warily as he does so. "Are you home alone tonight?" He queries of Alexander, taking several steps into the apartment and peering about any nooks and crannies, as well as the other rooms.
The other officer, the junior female officer, pauses by the door, keeping her eyes on Alexander.
Alexander says "Girlfriends in the bedroom. Leave her be please. I know the warrant, blah blah. I want to know what this is about."
"Right, and her name?" The older officer asks, pausing by the assumed bedroom door but pausing from opening it at Alexander's request. He doesn't answer the man's question, but offers his own instead, "And where were you on the evening of the fourteenth?"
Alexander shrugs. "Here, but I'm going to lawyer up soon if you don't start giving me stuff back. I don't mind spending a night in jail, but I'd like us to hassle each other as little as possible."
"You got anyone to corroborate that?" The older man asks, and then pauses to mull over Alexander's threat of sorts. He clicks his tongue, and then works it against his inner cheek before gesturing at the man. "We got a sighting of someone matching your description at the scene of a murder." The man explains, watching Alexander's reaction with a careful, measured expression.
Alexander hmm's. "That's interesting," he notes somewhat detached. "Not super surprising I guess, but yes. I have a security system in home. And as I said, my computer logs the work I do."
"Cameras?" The response is punctuated with a suspicious raise of a brow as the man glances around the room, and should the aforementioned computer be present, he would gesture at it, "We might need to take that as evidence in that case. If you don't mind, "
"Cameras?" The response is punctuated with a suspicious raise of a brow as the man glances around the room, and should the aforementioned computer be present, he would gesture at it, "We might need to take that as evidence in that case. If you don't mind, Mister Murphy." He gestures over towards the junior Deputy then, who begins to slide some gloves onto her hands and wander over.
Alexander exhales harshly. "Yes, obviously. But you cannot just come in and start taking my shit because someone today maybe looked like me at a crime scene. So, this is pretty obviously some fucking bullshit. Are you two Aware?" He raises his brow.
"Plenty aware, son." The Deputy notes back with a huff from his nose, his hand shifting to rest against his belt following that harsh exhale. "That's exactly what we can do." The man reaches into his jacket then, producing a notepad and clicking his tongue, "So, then, what are ya? If you can't tell us, we'll take some blood as well."
"I'm a member of the Order. I was home the whole night. I'll prepare a statement for your perusal, along with the evidence of both my security system and computer. I've worked with Bailey in the past, she can vouch for me." Alexander says plainly. "But, since I have enemies aplenty beyond the mundane shit, I'm not having my home ransacked right now." He gestures towards the door.
Alexander says "And I'm natural. More or less."
"-Senior Deputy- Bailey, eh?" Officer Harris echoes back with another click of his tongue, and starts to work at the inside of his cheek after, clearly mulling the situation over. There's a flick of his gaze down towards the man's society symbol then, and he peers aside toward the other officer and shakes his head. Just the once.
They both start back toward the door then, and he clears his throat, "Don't leave town, son. Get your proof down to Senior Deputy Bailey quick-smart, or we'll come knocking again. This time with cuffs."
Alexander shrugs. "Trust me, if I was a killer and you were this close to catching me, neither of you two would be walking out of my house alive. Be careful out there officers. And when all this clears up, you need a hand? I suppose you know where to find me." He sags with relief, exhaling sharp as the duo begin to retreat. A good name drop but far from out of the woods. He's hardly THAT aqauinted with Bailey anyway. "Just call me to the station next time. I've got nowhere to go but Haven these days," he insists.
The moment they're gone, he's off to his office, writing again. Only this time it's a careful assemblage of evidence. Timeline of his day, corroborated evidence and a bit of rhetorical flourish to tie it all together. If he could trust a damn lawyer in this town, or find one who didn't stink like sulfur, he'd have probably retained one the second they knocked but he's pretty good at putting together the words.
There's a glance between the two officers at Alexander's threat, and it's clear that they're mulling over just how much of a threat it is. It seems that they've decided to let sleeping dogs lie as they wander out of the apartment, closing the door behind themselves. No doubt Alexander would hear the crunch of their footsteps peel off into the night, and eventually the starting cough of a car engine.
Now, Alexander is left alone in his apartment once more, with a murder suspicion hanging over his head. What a lovely Valentines.
Alexander says "I really should have gone drinking..."
Alexander says "...least they didn't find the drugs?"