The following is a log from a storyline taking place in the
investigation of several murders perpetrated by one Enrico Gutierrez,
aka Cancer, at Night City General Hostpital, where he was taken by
TTI following being shot at the CyberPunk Cafe by Delorean Davis. In
charge of the investigation is Homocide Detective Donnavin Carlyle.
Here Carlyle arrives at the scene of the crime and must overcome the
incompetence of the victims and the NCPD in order to gain some
insight into this crime. Text in brackets or double parentheses is
out of character.
Carlyle: Baron Dinko
Nurse Goodiebreast/Doctor Java/Officer Streetbeat:
Lyssa
Nurse Tappin/Officer Morgan: Cory
Carlyle: ((Scene is this: in one of the rooms, an unidentified man
in cryo was patched up with cybernetics, then let out of cryo, where
he proceeded to kill all staff present. 4 deaths, one doctor, one
nurse, two orderlies))
Carlyle 's AV comes roaring out of the sky, settling to a halt in
front of the hospital. A few police squad cars are scattered around
the entrance.
Nurse Goodiebreast sits shaking and crying at one of the nurses
stations
Carlyle steps out of the AV, looking quite a mess with his
blood-stained coat, and walks to the entrance, going inside. He walks
to the front desk and leans over it. To the evil person behind desk:
"Excuse me?"
Carlyle talks to Nurse Goodiebreast, then. heheh.
Carlyle: Excuse me, miss?
Nurse Goodiebreast doesn't look evil....she looks like she's about
to have a nervous breakdown
Nurse Goodiebreast: the ER is closed...you'll have to go to the
Urgent Care clinic
Carlyle flips his wallet out, showing her the badge. "Could you
point me to the scene of the crime?"
Nurse Goodiebreast starts bawling and throws her head into her
hands
Nurse Goodiebreast: it's...it's....HORRIBLE!
Carlyle sighs, then nods. "Yes, I'm sure it is... now where is
it?"
Nurse Goodiebreast turns her head away and points to the other
side with a shaky hand, her breasts heaving dramatically as only a
nurse's can do
Nurse Tappin: [okay, Lyssa.. thank you for the breast info
:P]
Carlyle nods his thanks and turns, walking towards the direction
she pointed, slipping his Lennon shades on. Mr. Cool. :)
Nurse Tappin steps out of the room, looking at Carlyle...
Nurse Tappin: sir. you have to leave.. this area is closed
off...
Carlyle holds the badge up. "Detective Donnavin Carlyle."
Nurse Tappin: Ohhh.. Sorry...
Nurse Tappin smiles a bit, obviously shaken
Carlyle: Perfectly all right. **Slips the wallet back in his
pocket and steps by him, looking into the room.** All right, what do
we have?
Nurse Tappin steps in.. "4 dead.. 2 orderlies, a doctor, and a
nurse..."
Carlyle looks around the scene "Causes of death?"
Nurse Tappin: I dunno.. I just came in to check up on a patient...
and *motions*
Carlyle: Hmm...
Doctor Java walks in, covered in multiple layers of blood
Doctor Java: what the hell is going on here, nurse? who the fuck
is this loser? I ordered the ER closed!
Nurse Tappin: Umm.. Doctor.. He's with the NCPD..
Doctor Java: and get me some damn coffee! I've been on my feet 36
hrs
Nurse Tappin nods and goes off to get said coffee...
Doctor Java: NCPD? about fuckin time...where the hell you been? we
try to save lives here, bud, not watch people die around us!
Nurse Tappin comes back with a cup of coffee..
Doctor Java takes the coffee and sips it, then spits it on the
floor
Doctor Java: where's my sugar? dammit, how many times I gotta tell
you two sugars!
Nurse Tappin delicately escorts the doctor out before Carlyle can
add him to the list of vicitms.
Carlyle enters the room and calls out to the cops, "All right,
what do we got here?"
Carlyle: Damn bastards, taking up my dinner break...
Carlyle peers around the room, amazed at the nothingness being
accomplished.
Officer Morgan stands around, smoking a cigarette... looking kind
of bored.
Officer StreetBeat looks up, sipping tepid coffee
Officer StreetBeat: um, dead guys, sir?
Carlyle: Ah, this brings back memories. A buncha street cops
sitting around at a murder scene, getting nothing accomplished.
Brings a tear to my eye. *sniff* :P
Officer StreetBeat: well, ain't like they're gonna walk away,
issit?
Officer StreetBeat spills some of his coffee on his shirt and
curses
Carlyle sighs and takes out the same stupid recorder, walking to
one body and yanking the sheet off of him.
Officer Morgan kneels down beside Carlyle..
Carlyle pushes record and speaks into it, saying the whole thing
about several scalpels artfully placed around the frontal lobe.
Officer Morgan: you know.. I can tell you one thing.. all four of
them are dead... real dead.
Officer StreetBeat nods in complete agreement
Carlyle: You'll make captain in no time, smart guy.
Officer Morgan: Yeah? you think so?
Officer Morgan: Maybe I'll make Lieutenant in a coupleweeks then,
huh?
Carlyle steps over the body and continues to the next body,
kneeling down beside it.
Officer StreetBeat: second thing ta tell ya is, I got dibbs on
that nurse out front....
Carlyle: Victim two, standard hypodemic injector device shoved
into and up the larynx.
Carlyle reaches out and plucks the cartridge from the hypo,
studying it.
Officer StreetBeat: um, that's evidence ya got there....
Carlyle: Hypo was armed with adrenaline... heh. Poor guy died in a
rush. Badda-bing.
Officer Morgan: Ummm.. you tryin' ta be a comedian or
sumthin'?
Carlyle slides the cartridge back into place and gives the cops
irritated looks, then continues to the third body.
Carlyle: You tryin' ta be a cop or somethin'?
Officer Morgan: Yeah... figured I was doin' pretty good
Officer StreetBeat: s'what makes good detectives, ya know that,
Morgan? they know all da punchlines....
Officer Morgan grins
Carlyle: That and the common sense to do their damn job.
Officer Morgan: Ohhh...
Officer Morgan nods
Officer StreetBeat leans back against a gurney and sips his tepid
coffee, nodding
Officer Morgan finishes his cigarette and absently flicks it into
a pile of mush that just MIGHT be brains
Officer StreetBeat: hey...that's evidence....
Carlyle looks down at the third body and raises the recorder to
his lips. "Third victim, death by severe cranial trauma, enough to
split the head into two halves... Victim's gray matter is spread
across the floor, Officer Morgan is flicking ashes in them."
Officer Morgan blinks and goes to get the cigarette out, shaking
off the brains.. "Hey.. these are brains.. just thought the looked
like 'em.. but they look just like the ones in those movies, ya
know?"
Officer StreetBeat: hey, Morgan, ya want a donut?
Officer StreetBeat: great brain food
Officer Morgan grins and grabs a donut...
Officer StreetBeat cracks up in his coffee and curses as some
comes out his nose
Officer Morgan: that's a good one
Carlyle: Ahem. Footprints in said gray matter, should run a check
on them.
Officer Morgan: maybe you should be a detective too...
Carlyle looks at the cop, watching him sneeze java.
Officer StreetBeat: yeah? ya think?
Officer Morgan: Yeah.. you got my vote..
Officer StreetBeat: hey, that's cool...maybe I can get a job in
vice, go an' shake down some joygirls, huh?
Carlyle: As soon as you learn that breathing and drinking aren't
done at the same time, you've got mine too.
Officer Morgan smirks
Officer StreetBeat wipes his face and blinks at Carlyle
Carlyle walks to the fourth body and looks down at it, furrowing
his brow.
Officer StreetBeat: he's dead too
Officer StreetBeat smiles helpfully
Officer Morgan: ['and this body has suffered traumatic
sodomy']
Officer StreetBeat: [rofl]
Officer Morgan: ['with what looks like a chair']
Carlyle: Hm. Fourth victim, apparently without a throat. Did you
find a throat anywhere, guys?
Officer Morgan blinks.. "Throat...?"
Officer StreetBeat looks around himself, picking up his feet and
looking at his soles
Officer Morgan looks like he's gonna puke..
Carlyle: You know, goes in your neck, you breathe from it?
Officer Morgan: ummm....
Carlyle sighs, then, on a hunch, goes to the trash can, peering
in.
Carlyle: Get me some gloves.
Officer Morgan: Umm.. Detective... you sure it was a throat?
Carlyle looks at officer Officer Morgan.
Officer StreetBeat: whassa matter, Officer Morgan, that donut
taste a little fleshy?
Officer Morgan: prolly looked like... ummm... *gets sick* like a
messy jelly eclair...
Officer StreetBeat looks around without moving for gloves
Officer StreetBeat: ewwwwwwww.... Morgan, that's why you always go
for the chocolate sprinkles....
Carlyle sighs, then says into the recorder, "Officer Morgan has
ingested part of the victim, stomach pump found to be an excellent
idea."
Officer Morgan simply turns and starts retching right there...
Officer StreetBeat: ah, forget the stomach pump...that's
evidence....
Officer Morgan wipes his mouth and looks kinda green...
Officer Morgan: want me to move that for you, detective?
Carlyle: Scratch that. Officer Morgan has kindly decided to
regurgitate the evidence.
Carlyle: Wipe off some of the bile and put it in a plastic
bag.
Officer Morgan: Ummm.. I was gonna move it, that's all...
Officer Morgan blinks at it
Officer Morgan: and there's a few pieces of it...
Carlyle: Shut up and do it, or the chief'll hear counts of
cannibalism.
Officer Morgan sighs and goes about doing as he's told.....
Officer StreetBeat stands there, sipping his coffee, having not
budged from his spot by the gurney since about 4 pm
Carlyle: Let me guess, you two became cops for the thrill of
gunning down some pedestrians?
Officer Morgan looks at Carlyle
Officer Morgan: I kinda like using a night club, myself...
Officer StreetBeat: actually, it's the chicks...
Officer Morgan: that too.
Carlyle: Uh huh. And how many women have you gotten from the job
so far?
Officer Morgan grins and tosses Carlyle the evidence bag, slick
with bile..
Officer StreetBeat thinks, ponderance crawling across his face
slowly
Carlyle catches it, holding it at arm's length.
Officer StreetBeat: three, but one of em turned out to be a
guy
Carlyle: Cripes, what the fuck have you been eating?
Officer Morgan: ummm... not much lately.. some donuts and a
throat..?
Carlyle tosses it onto a counter.
Officer StreetBeat: shoulda stayed away from that
creampuff...those never look pretty the second trip
Officer Morgan flicks a glob of bile at Officer StreetBeat..
"Yeah.. I kinda figured that"
Carlyle sighs, then walks to the cryo-chamber in the middle of the
room, its door hanging open. Blood spattered across the frosty
glass.
Officer StreetBeat spends the time while it's flying at him trying
to decide if it's worth moving and never gets the chance, catchin it
in the face
Officer Morgan wipes his hands on one of the orderlies'
clothes...
Officer StreetBeat: oh man!
Officer StreetBeat wipes his face off and then looks at his
hand
Officer StreetBeat: ewwwwww......
Officer Morgan kinda cops a feel on the chick's corpse... then
realizes how bad he looks and stops...
Carlyle looks at Officer Morgan. "Necrophile."
Officer StreetBeat: necrohuh?
Officer StreetBeat: hey, Morgan, she hot?
Carlyle sighs, then studies the cryo, looking down at the dead
doctor next to it,
Officer Morgan grins at Officer StreetBeat.. "Kinda cold.. but
she's built"
Officer StreetBeat: whoohoo!
Carlyle: Murderer was let out of cryo, then injected with
adrenaline to wake him back up... Hypo was grabbed from doctor's hand
and shoved into and up throat.
Officer StreetBeat: murderer? isn't it presumed murderer?
Carlyle: Carnage proceeded from there.
Officer Morgan: Yeah. smartass
Carlyle blinks, then looks at the cop.
Officer Morgan: and these are presumed corpses
Officer StreetBeat: I mean...it coulda been accidental, ya
know...or mass suicide, an da guy was just here coincidentally
Officer Morgan: so I can presumably fondle the busty nurse and
only be presumed a necro
Officer Morgan smirks
Carlyle: You're both fucked in the heads.
Officer StreetBeat: hey, the live one out front is mine,
Morgan
Carlyle: Er, presumably fucked in the head. Sorry.
Officer Morgan: Only if you get to her first...
Carlyle follows the bodies to the shattered window, peering
outside.
Carlyle: Goody...
Officer StreetBeat blinks at Carlyle
Officer Morgan: guess the window was only presumably broken?
Carlyle turns and walks to the door, taking the registry from
the... whatever it is, that cup-thingie. He looks over it.
Officer StreetBeat: could happen..we may just be imaginin
it....
Officer Morgan waves his arm through the window
Officer Morgan: nope
Officer Morgan: it's not there
Officer Morgan: it's broken.... but maybe it's just stress.
Officer StreetBeat: ah, but how do you know your arm is there?
Carlyle: Room was registered to one Enrico Guiterrez...
Officer StreetBeat looks over at Carlyle
Officer StreetBeat: how you know that?
Carlyle looks at the cops plainly.
Carlyle: I can read.
Officer Morgan walks over to Officer StreetBeat and whams him
upside the head
Officer Morgan: you tell me
Officer Morgan: is my arm there?
Officer Morgan grins
Officer StreetBeat: hey! ow! look, ya made me spill my
coffee...
Carlyle chuckles.
Officer Morgan glances at Carlyle
Officer Morgan: you think that one's good enough to make me a
detective too?
Carlyle: All right... Mr. Guiterrez suffered gunshot wounds that
took off half his head, stopping just sort of entering his gray
matter...
Officer StreetBeat: really? how ya know that?
Carlyle: It's called a hospital printout, smart guy.
Carlyle: Fuckin' mental case...
Officer Morgan: Hey.. How you know your coffee really spilt
Officer Morgan smirks and gets away....
Officer StreetBeat ponders smacking Officer Morgan but realizes
Officer Morgan has the car keys and would probably strand him
Officer StreetBeat: wow...printout...Morgan, did you look at the
printout?
Officer Morgan: ummm... Print out?
Officer Morgan: No.. but there was a shortage of toilet paper in
the john... used one of them for makeshift...
Officer StreetBeat: hey, that's evidence....
Carlyle: *ahem* Half of his face was reconstructed using
heavy-duty cybernetics... Was brought out of cryo, only to be put
under again when he requested more surgery, replacing his arms with
cyberarms.
Carlyle: Mr. Guiterrez apparently ran up a bill of several
thousand eddies.
Carlyle: Then killed everyone when let out of cryo and took
off.
Officer StreetBeat: sheeze, so ya think he's gonna have ta pay his
bill?
Officer Morgan: Umm.. no
Carlyle: I'm sure the justice department will add that in his
sentencing when I catch him.
Carlyle: Like I don't have enough to do.
Officer Morgan: you sure you gonna catch him, detective?
Carlyle returns the prinout to its holder.
Officer Morgan: or is that like.. lots of hype?
Carlyle: I always get my man. I'm the fuckin' Mounties,
Morgan.
Officer Morgan: ohh.. the mounties? weren't they gay?
Carlyle: Wanna find out?
Officer Morgan mutters to Officer StreetBeat.. "No wonder he
wasn't intersted in the nurse"
Officer Morgan: Ummm.. I'm not into sodomy, detective...
Carlyle turns off the recorder and returns it to his pocket.
Carlyle: Maybe you should move out of your parent's house,
then.
Officer Morgan blinks...
Officer Morgan: I don't got a house....
Officer Morgan: You got a house?
Officer StreetBeat: hey, his mom's got herself some big
ol...*glances at Officer Morgan and stops, his hands over his
chest*
Officer Morgan looks at Officer StreetBeat
Officer StreetBeat: nope...no house....maybe when we make
detective....
Officer Morgan nods...
Officer Morgan: Guess we stay here?
Carlyle walks out of the room to have a chat with the busty
nurse.
Officer StreetBeat shrugs and goes back to what's left of his
coffee
Carlyle walks to the nurse's bay, or whatever, and knocks on the
windowpane.
Officer Morgan lights another cigarette, using a convenient
fragment of skull as an ashtray...
Nurse Goodiebreast jumps and looks up with a scream
Carlyle: ((poor Night City, with these guys on call.))
Carlyle looks at her plainly.
Officer Morgan: [ever wonder why crime runs rampant?]
Carlyle: Miss, I'm going to have to talk to you about the
crime.
Nurse Goodiebreast: the...the crime? *starts crying again*
Officer Morgan: [sure, you just want to get into her uniform
Dinko :P]
Carlyle: ((point being?)) :P
Nurse Goodiebreast has barely enough room in her uniform for that
chest...indeed, it's stretched to the limit
Carlyle steps into the bay, putting a hand on her shoulder,
patting gently, peering down at that uniform... like he could avoid
it if he tried.
Nurse Goodiebreast trembles which creates a minor seismic
event
Nurse Goodiebreast: oh, detective, it was so...so...HORRIBLE!
Carlyle: Yes, yes, I know it was... but you need to tell me some
things, so I can catch the guy who did it...
Nurse Goodiebreast: oh oh oh...he was so HUGE, and all the
blood...and and *sobs again*
Carlyle pats her on the shoulder and sighs softly.
Carlyle: Okay... He was huge... Can you tell me anything about
him?
Nurse Goodiebreast: he had this face...it was....oh, he was so
horrid...it was like something you see in a horror movie!
Carlyle: Lots of cybernetics, right? Could you tell what color his
skin was?
Nurse Goodiebreast: bloody
Carlyle: uh huh. Could you tell if he was white? Black?
Hispanic?
Nurse Goodiebreast: all red....it was so horrible...I..I...*breaks
down again, heaving and jiggling quite a bit*
Carlyle blinks rapidly. Cripes, fuckin' earthquake.
Nurse Goodiebreast gets her breath back with an inhale that just
about threatens to split the uniform
Nurse Goodiebreast: I think he was white, but he was so bloody I
can't be sure....
Carlyle: Well, the guy's reported name was Enrico Guiterrez... Can
you tell if that could have been his real name?
Nurse Goodiebreast blinks helpfully, wiping at the streaks of
mascara on her face
Nurse Goodiebreast: it might have been, but I'm not sure...we
don't always expect names to match the records...
Carlyle: You didn't get a look at his face before?
Nurse Goodiebreast: there really wasn't much of a face to look at
before...
Carlyle: Can you tell me where he was brought in from?
Nurse Goodiebreast points to the door helpfully
Carlyle looks at her plainly, then purses his lips. "Can I find
out where TTI brought him in from?"
Nurse Goodiebreast: oh! that....
Nurse Goodiebreast punches up the TTI report on her dataterm
Nurse Goodiebreast: from downtown..the CyberPunk Cafe
Carlyle: Hmm...
Carlyle: Goody, three cases surrounding one place. Can my job get
any easier?
Nurse Goodiebreast blinks up at Carlyle
Nurse Goodiebreast: can it?
Carlyle: Yeah, I could be able to call down the wrath of God on
this patchwork psycho. That'd be nice.
Nurse Goodiebreast gasps
Nurse Goodiebreast: you can do that?
Officer Morgan wanders out and stops at that.. "Whoa.. you sayin'
you're Jesus?"
Officer Morgan grins
Carlyle gives her another plain look.
Officer Morgan wanders over to pour himself some coffee.. "so..
like.. can ya make this some good wine for me, Detective Jesus? I
mean.. the coffee's kinda bitter.."
Carlyle waves the officer away.
Carlyle: Yeah, well, thou dost get what thee deserve. Now get thee
gone, wastrel.
Officer Morgan blinks
Officer Morgan: Huh?
Officer Morgan: You're talking Greek, detective.
Carlyle looks at Officer Morgan plainly.
Carlyle: See? Only the son of God would know Greek in this day and
age.
Nurse Goodiebreast blinks at the man in uniform
Nurse Goodiebreast: do you want some sugar?
Officer Morgan blinks at the nurse and drools a bit then blinks
and nods.. "Sure.. coffee and sugar are good.. very good.."
Nurse Goodiebreast grins and stands up, going over to a cupboard
and bending over to get the sugar, giving a tantalizing view of other
aspects that may have been overlooked due to her chest
Officer Morgan drools some more then looks at Carlyle
Officer Morgan: so... umm.. what's Jesus doing as a detective?
Carlyle: Doing the job the entire department should be doing.
Carlyle looks down at the nurse's rear and gives a low
whistle.
Officer StreetBeat yells "Hey Officer Morgan, get me another cup
of coffee while you're out there?"
Officer Morgan shouts back.. "Hey.. you're missin' this man..
should get your own.."
Officer StreetBeat wanders reluctantly out and then stops,
admiring the show
Nurse Goodiebreast eventually finds the sugar and stands up,
tugging down her uniform which had been slowly riding up, and hands
it to Officer Morgan with a vapid smile
Officer Morgan just stands there looking at her
Officer Morgan: umm... that's a nice.. umm.. shirt...
Nurse Goodiebreast: oh, thank you....*bites her lip and looks at
the detective*
Nurse Goodiebreast: what are you going to do about the...*points
toward the room with the bodies in it*
Carlyle: Officers, please, scoot along. I'm conducting an
investigation.
Officer StreetBeat seems to have found a new comfortable spot
leaning against the wall and blinks at Carlyle
Carlyle: The coroner will be by shortly, don't worry.
Officer Morgan: We're not supposed to leave yet...
Carlyle: Gentlemen, with all due respect (which is nil), you're in
my way.
Carlyle: Wait in the room.
Officer Morgan moves a bit
Carlyle suddenly gets a new, manic, wide-eyed look and glares into
Officer Morgan's eyes, while hissing, "ExCUSE me, Officer Morgan, but
you are violating my personal bubble!" The last two words are nearly
spit out.
Officer StreetBeat: can I take a dump? this coffee's gettin to
me
Officer Morgan moves a bit more - close to the nurse this
time.
Nurse Goodiebreast blinks and offers helpful smiles all around
Carlyle clears his throat and straightens his tie, then nods
towards the restroom while resisting the urge to pistolwhip the
officer.
Officer Morgan: [detective brutality! we have rights!]
Carlyle: ((not in Night City)) :P
Officer StreetBeat: thanks....um, anybody got a magazine? and some
TP?
Carlyle: Grab a printout from one of the rooms. Good reading, and
recyclable.
Officer Morgan strolls over, brushing the nurse kind of
intentionally and smiling a bit at her before snagging the print outs
from this case and throws them to Officer StreetBeat.. "use
these"
Officer Morgan wanders back...
Carlyle: Say, Officer Morgan, why don't you go and throw up the
rest of victim number four's larnyx?
Officer StreetBeat nods and grabs the printouts with a glare at
Morgon and shuffles off
Nurse Goodiebreast breathes a little
Officer Morgan: Already did....
Officer Morgan goes off and tosses Carlyle the bag
Carlyle: Go bag it.
Officer Morgan: it's all there
Officer Morgan grins
Officer Morgan goes back to standing around the nurse...
Carlyle catches it and sighs.
Nurse Goodiebreast looks at the bag and blinks, then dissolves
into tears
Officer Morgan: See, detective? you're making her hysteric...
Nurse Goodiebreast: poor Dr Mitchell!
Officer Morgan hugs the nurse comfortingly...
Carlyle drops the bag in the trash can, then grabs Officer Morgan
by the ear and hauls him back into the room.
Nurse Goodiebreast leans against the cop and sobs
Carlyle: ((you're loving this, aren't you?)) :P
Officer Morgan incidentally brings the nurse along.. as he's
holding her....
Officer Morgan: owwwww oww ow ow owow
Carlyle: I think I hear your mother calling, officer.
Carlyle grabs a doorstop and uses it to pry them apart.
Officer Morgan: Ummm...
Officer Morgan listens
Officer Morgan: I don't hear nothin'.... just StreetBeat groaning
in the bathroom....
Carlyle shoves Officer Morgan into the room and closes the door,
locking it shut. :P
Officer Morgan unlocks it and wanders out to get his coffee then
leans against the wall, further away.
Carlyle makes a motion to grab his sidearm, then growls.
Nurse Goodiebreast stands there, hysterical and confused
Officer Morgan gets a magazine and sits down
Carlyle puts an arm around the nurse comfortingly, cuz he's the
detective, and everyone knows the dicks get the dames.
Officer Morgan looks at the bag Carlyle's holding real close to
the nurse and sighs...
Carlyle tossed the bag in the trash, dammit. :P
Nurse Goodiebreast sobs against the detective
Officer Morgan: Umm.. detective.. *points to the trash* thought
that was evidence..
Carlyle: There, there, the... err... the mean officer won't bother
you anymore.
Officer Morgan: hey.. Remember who ordered the larynx.. not
me.
Carlyle: Remember who ate it?
Carlyle shushes Officer Morgan and leads the buxom nurse back to
her station.
Officer Morgan: Not my fault..
Nurse Goodiebreast: oh, he's not mean...it's that HORRIBLE
man...he killed all... Dr Mitchell!
Officer Morgan nods... "yep.. Killed 'em all dead."
Carlyle: ((no, just Dr. Mitchell, according to Nurse Bosom.))
:P
Officer Morgan: it's really a horrific scene
Nurse Goodiebreast wails at Officer Morgan's words and heaves
quite impressively
Officer Morgan glances at the nurse.. "In fact, I bet the mean
DETECTIVE asking you all those questions is probably making you
remember all those bad things"
Carlyle sits the nurse back down and retrieves a card from his
wallet, handing it to the nurse. "Quiet down, now... If you remember
anything useful, give me a call, okay?"
Nurse Goodiebreast sobs loudly and nods
Nurse Goodiebreast blows her nose on the card accidentally, then
looks up at Carlyle
Nurse Goodiebreast: oh....can I have another?
Carlyle looks at the card disgustedly, then hands another to
her.
Officer Morgan reaches over to pound on the door to the
bathroom
Nurse Goodiebreast takes it with a grateful heave and looks over
at Officer Morgan
Officer Morgan: hey.. sicko..
Officer StreetBeat seems to be snoring in the john
Nurse Goodiebreast: will the officers stay here? I don't want to
be left alone with this....
Officer Morgan flashes her a somewhat impressive smile... more
impressive than his wits
Officer Morgan: Sure... I'm sure the detective has a case to start
on
Officer Morgan: since he always gets his man
Carlyle: Yeah, they'll stay here, unfortunately. Probably fuck up
the scene even more...
Nurse Goodiebreast smiles gratefully and wipes some of the mascara
from her face with the new card
Officer Morgan: Actually I was getting kind of tired of seein'
bodies, detective
Carlyle excuses himself and walks out to his AV, hopping in.
Nurse Goodiebreast blinks at Officer Morgan and wonders if he
means dead ones or live ones
Carlyle screams off into the air and roars to god knows where.
Hey, that rhymes.