[Izzy Montoya] Sunday. A day of rest. If only the city’s criminals would adhere to God’s schedule. Unfortunately, they don’t, and once again, Detective Izzy Montoya is at a crime scene. She is dressed much the same as she always is – the only variable is the color of her slacks (navy blue) and her blouse (pale yellow). Her shoes are the same, her coat is long – yet worn open, to give her access to the holster at the small of her back.
The rest of the police have cleared out already. There are no cars here, aside from hers. The doors to the building are open, though blocked with yellow police tape. Izzy, however, can be seen just inside the door. She is crouched, just inside the door, her hands wrapped in blue latex gloves, dangling between her thighs as she stares at the chalk outline on the floor. Her eyes are closed, her lips moving slightly as she…
…listens.
Just… listens.
[Ezra Turk] *Rat. tat-tat-tat-tat. Rat. tat-tat-tat-tat. Rat-*
Don’chu just hate it when humans get mouthy?
*Its a jagged rasp from a wild haired man currently tapping a nearby door frame with sharp overlong fingernails. Dark prominent features, a thick eyebrow arching in question as he levels a sly grin at Izzy.*
[Izzy Montoya] 7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] “Shut up.” It’s snapped, only absently, as she tips her head, slightly…
…and then she growls. “Fuck. Lost it.”
She stands then, and peels off her gloves, one at a time with a snap, and turns to look at Ezra. “What do you want?”
[Ezra Turk] Just taking an interest in current events Detective..
*That cheshire grin grows wider. His head tilting as he looks the kin up and down. His fingers stop tapping long enough for him to pick gore and grime from under his nails. *
So what happened here, mmmMMm?
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. She clearly doesn’t believe him. She tucks her gloves into her pocket, however, and survey’s the scene.
“Officially? Drug deal gone bad.” It doesn’t much sound like she believes that’s all there is too it, though. “Whether or not that’s what actually happened, time will tell. If I get the time to case it properly.”
Then, an arched brow. “What’s it to you?”
[Ezra Turk] Mmm.. Happy coincidence I suppose. *Ezra rattles, chuckling and straightening from his lean as he stalks towards Izzy with equal parts malice and oily confidence.*
I ran into a very friendly little blonde down the street a ways who was all too happy to cough worms on my shoulder. She had a particular odour.. and it led me to your little crime scene, Fraulein.
[Izzy Montoya] She holds her ground, though her right hand lifts to push her coat back and rest on her hip. She arches a brow, slightly, and glances back to the outline, then to Ezra, as if she [wisely] doesn’t want to turn her back to him, to ignore him for long.
“And what does that mean for our deceased – simply a victim, or worse? I assume you properly took care of said friendly blond and I’m not about to be called to her fuckin’ crime scene…”
[Ezra Turk] Unless thats a date precious, no.
*A low chuckle as he shaves his head. His hair moving like a black campfire atop his head. Black ringed eyes fall with unabashed appreciation on the subtle charm of Izzy’s form. A knobby hand waving dismissively.*
Blondie won’t be showing up anywhere but milkcartons detective, if anyone cares that much about her.
Do you eat chinese?
[Izzy Montoya] [Do I hear an echo, echo, echo….?]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 8, 8 (Failure at target 7)
[Izzy Montoya] [oh come on!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “You wish.”
And then she closes her eyes, briefly, and tips her head. Her concentration is show in the furrow along her brow, as she holds her left hand toward him – a clear ‘shhhh’ gesture. After a long moment, the familiar smirk slides over her lips, confident and sure and she turns to look at him again.
She knows something.
She says nothing.
“Good. And yes.”
[Ezra Turk] *Izzy’s smirk is met with that same manic grin as before, a knobby finger curling hither.*
I suspect you’ve been slapped a time or two little Frauline. Tell me, do the Get put up with your mouthiness?
*His feet fall with surprising silence as he wanders to the door, unconcerned with police tape and evidence.*
[Izzy Montoya] “The name is Izzy. Use it. And anyone worth their salt knows the Fenrir prefer a kin with a fuckin’ backbone instead of soft, pliant, and pathetic.”
She doesn’t caution him about where he steps. She has everything she needs to know, and the evidence has already been bagged and tagged. She heard what she needed to hear, and all that’s left is the paperwork. A drug deal gone bad is what it’ll be known as – only by knowing the truth can she make sure the cover story sticks.
As she follows him through the door, she pulls her leather gloves from her pocket, and works them onto her hands, smoothing them across her hands until their much like a second skin.
[Ezra Turk] A backbone is one thing, kin. A death wish however…
*Black eyes cast over his shoulder, that grin getting a little more pointed and predatory. Gaze hardening into something black with malice and feral instability. Ezra didn’t suffer from an over abundance of rage. It didn’t boil off him so much as thrum in the background, second fiddle to the unsettling otherworldly energy about him. Rather the shadowlord theurge gave the impression of electricity looking for a conductor, smelled of scorched atmosphere.*
[eyeballin you, impertinent get! manip/intim]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [I’m not scared of you…. [offers Kai to kahseeno! she’s all yers!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [no. really. I”M NOT SCARED. Fuck you Kahseeno.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7)
[Izzy Montoya] [Fine. SPENDING WP. sonnofabitch.]
He eyeballs her, and she doesn’t bother lifting her gaze to meet his. She knows what comes next, the ‘i’ma scare ya shitless with a look’ thing. She does lift her gaze, but only with a force of will, and on her own terms. “Watch who ya threaten, Ezra.”
And then she goes to walk past him, toward her car – and it’s no mistake that her hand is under her coat at the small of her back again.
[Ezra Turk] I am watching who I threaten precious. Mind your manners, and keep that peashooter just above that lovely ass. Mind your manners, and I’ll mind mine. MMMmMMM?
*Cackles the unabashed bastard of a shadowlord. There were Lords in Chicago that appeared respectable. That seemed honourable, reasonable. Ezra, was not one of those particular gems. Ezra Turk was a man with dreadful secrets, terrible hobbies, and an astounding lack of concern for human life. The cold prickle of his reptilian gaze would settle on Izzy’s back as she moved towards her car.*
[Izzy Montoya] “Your the one who keeps dancin this dance, motherfucker. My manners are just fuckin’ fine.”
She does pull that hand away from the small of her back. She does it as she turns toward her car, however, timing it with a slight flare of her coat so that it’s not so noticeable that she does still have her gun in her hand. She keeps it by her thigh, as she pulls her keys free with her left hand.
[Ezra Turk] [David Copperfield!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [I see what yer doing… Right you dicerollinmotherfucker?]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Ezra Turk] *Rat. tat-tat-tat-tat. Rat. tat-tat-tat-tat. Rat-*
Mmmmm.
*A chuckle, eyes narrowing as Izzy fusses with her car keys. She’d been warned more than once. His conscience was clear. Knobby fingers drum in rhythm against the wall, his reflection grinning back at him in the dull glass of the building’s windows. There’s the whisper of a vacuum, and the wild haired creep is gone.*
[Izzy Montoya] He starts tapping, makes a sound and she turns and looks directly at him. As he disappears, he’ll see her knowing smirk.
“Asshole.”
Before she gets into her car, and starts the engine.