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Date Posted: 20:37:15 03/14/06 Tue
Author: Haylie
Subject: She really didn't know what else to say to him so instead she just fell silent and started writing down notes that may be important. She kept one page of paper for just facts on Shay - her blood type, the amount of blood splatter, the probably cause of the blood spill, etc - one on the intruder - their blood type, method of entrance, that sort of thing - and the third sheet of paper was used to jot down theories, suspicions and questions. In her quiet way, she was completely focused on her work, her brow knitted together lightly, the corner of her lip tucked into her teeth, her pencil making soft scratching noises against the paper that actually kind of soothed her for some reason. Occasionally she would reach over, taking a sip of her coffee but never looking up from the papers spread in front of her.
In reply to: Kyrian 's message, "
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
"
on 22:38:58 03/08/06 Wed


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  • (He was quiet for a long time as he listened to her work, consuming the toast when the waitress brought it and then downing the glass or orange juice in a way that made the waitress arch a brow when she came back to check on them. He just shrugged and nodded when she asked if he wanted more. Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest and eyed her for a long moment, yawning widely before focusing his eyes on the piece of torn material again. After a few moments, his eyes had closed and he was dozing lightly at the table, exhausted still from not sleeping. He had never been good at the case work, hated writing notes and things of that nature.. he was more interested in the field work.) (NT) -- Kyrian, 20:41:17 03/14/06 Tue

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