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Post by dtspurrier on May 21, 2017 5:44:47 GMT
Los angelas the city of Angels. This city is recovering fron the Japenese LA bombings in February. The military supervised the rebuilding and is now preparing for war. Women are now working in factories and other industries. Men are being drafted for the military.
It is now spring and this morning is a nice summer day. Our heroes are enjoying their normal activities.
( ooc this would be a good time for introduction)
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Post by Adminenkainen on May 26, 2017 17:54:35 GMT
Professor Raymond was just wrapping up with class.
“Make sure you’ve read through chapter four of Criminal Careers in Retrospect by next class and be prepared to discuss it. And don’t forget you have two weeks left to finish your papers on the pros and cons of criminal correction. Class dismissed.”
And that was still with a minute to go until the bell. It was a less than stellar performance at the chalkboard today and John Raymond knew it. Only one of the girl students who tended to stay after class to ask questions stayed this time, and of course it was his star pupil, Rose Wayne.
“Something distracting you today, Professor Raymond?” Rose asked.
“Is it so obvious?” John answered, slouching glumly. “My class source material is as all-white as this chalk, Miss Wayne. I would love to devote a class period or two to discussing Latino gang culture, here in our own Los Angeles, but there is so little known about it in academic circles.”
“You could always go talk to some,” Rose said.
John just looked at her for a moment, letting that sink in. “You are a marvel, Miss Wayne.”
She laughed it off, but to John the suggestion had been revelatory. He had spent the better part of the last 20 years trying to understand his brother and the criminal mindset his brother had, but that had afforded him a narrow understanding of one demographic of crime. To truly combat crime, he was going to have to understand all of it – the strand of every web.
But first, Professor Raymond had an appointment at the bank. His plans for crime-fighting could be expensive and he wanted to apply for a loan..
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Post by archersix on May 27, 2017 2:21:07 GMT
April 2nd, Friday afternoon. Charlie locked the door at his motorcycle shop a bit early that day. The weather was fine and he wanted to get a good ride in tonight. He expertly kicked the big Harley to life. While it warmed up on the stand, he stowed his new caped suit emblazoned with the arrowhead design on the chest in the saddlebags. You never knew what you might find in LA on a Friday night. The sun was just starting to lower in the sky as Charlie motored down Mulholland towards Topanga. The Santa Monica Mountains had the best riding roads anywhere near the city. He would eventually run into the inevitable hot rodders to whom he would show off his handiwork, earning publicity for his mechanic business. His bike was by far the fastest in LA as far as he was concerned. Right now though, Charlie was simply enjoying the ride...... Other than running into a group of 5 hotrod motorcyclists on the way back to his garage for the night, the evening was uneventful. Charlie made a mental note to check in with his pal Jimmy Garcia at the Legion Post tomorrow night after work to see if he could find out what was going on in this town. Surely there was something that needed to be taken care of in the City of Angels.......
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Post by Adminenkainen on May 27, 2017 14:58:12 GMT
((Yep, Arrowhead is right -- April 3rd *does* fall on a Saturday this year. In that case, my post has to be actions The Web took on Friday.))
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Post by Adminenkainen on May 30, 2017 15:38:38 GMT
On Saturday morning, John Raymond was still smarting from having his loan appointment pushed back to Monday. I was counting on those funds so I could get started this weekend, he thought to himself. He drowned his concerns in listening to the radio while working out in the basement of the tenement building his rented apartment was in.
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Post by dtspurrier on Jun 1, 2017 5:12:55 GMT
Early morning all of you hear on the radio or read in the newspaper about another break in, this one at 2nd national bank. The reports are sketchy but the police has no suspects and no alarms were triggered. This is the 3rd case of these strange break ins the police are investigating
That was earlier this morning now after completing your daily duties, late afternoon each of you see several police cars at the buxon jewelers. Each of you were on your way for dinner or are running errands but each of you see this accross the streets and in civilian attire.
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Post by Adminenkainen on Jun 1, 2017 17:59:56 GMT
John Raymond was done brooding and on his way to the Jefferson Branch Library to return some books that afternoon when he saw the police cars at the Buxon Jewelry Store. He first looked and listened for signs of any ongoing conflict at the store. Then he crossed the street (if it was safe to do so), and tried to ask a detective on the scene what had happened/was happening here.
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Post by majorvictory on Jun 2, 2017 1:50:02 GMT
Mike Savage crumpled out the last Lucky Strike and walked over to the jewelry store where he saw the police car parked, Maybe, he thought to himself, I could make some fast cash and pay my rent to my battleaxe landlady. I am about 3 months due is all.
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Post by archersix on Jun 2, 2017 2:29:02 GMT
"This could be interesting." Charlie thought to himself when he spied the squad cars parked next to the jewelers. He casually parked his big Harley a block away, right next to an alley, and propped himself against his bike right next to the saddlebag with his costume......
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Post by dtspurrier on Jun 2, 2017 10:21:27 GMT
As each of you approach the scene, two officers head to one of the three police cars and pull away. The siren is turned om as well, must be another emergency. Some people have gathered around and you can see two officers taking a statement with an elderly man wearing thick glasses and casual clothing. The elderly man says " officers look what happened to my store. I swear my doors and windows are locked. I closed early to run errands and to go home. Thats when i got a strange call my store is being robbed. "
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Post by archersix on Jun 4, 2017 2:41:50 GMT
"Hmnn...it appears I must get closer to the action, and not be noticed." Charlie thinks to himself. He grabs the saddlebags from the bike and slings them over his shoulder. He then casually walks over to the jewelry store to get as close as he can without arousing suspicion form the cops.
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Post by Adminenkainen on Jun 4, 2017 18:28:09 GMT
Robert thought it was odd that the man swore his doors and windows "are" locked instead of "were" locked. Robert looked at the front door -- was it still closed now? Had they still not been inside?
Robert also walked up behind a cop and asked out loud, "Did you recognize the voice of the person who called you?" and hoped the elderly man would answer, thinking one of the police officers asked it.
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Post by dtspurrier on Jun 7, 2017 18:17:55 GMT
The doors to the store are open. You can see one of the officers is trying to dust the lock for prints.
( reviewing the character sheet and making a reaction roll to roberts question)
The owner hears robert question and starts to say something until the cop says " this is a police matter citizen. Unless you witnessed the crime, i need you to stay out of this." The owner says " he might be offering assistance." The same officer says " he is a citizen and not trained, we can handle this."
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Post by archersix on Jun 8, 2017 3:33:03 GMT
"Dammit.....you can do this Charlie", the tall, dark haired man said to himself. "You patrolled Shanghai and fought dammned Chinese bandits, you can do this."
Charlie walks up behind the man in the nice suit who was just rebuffed by the cop and whispers in his ear," Hey, you trying to help catch the rotten bastard who broke in here? Looks like we may be of the same mind."
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Post by Adminenkainen on Jun 9, 2017 2:49:00 GMT
Robert was just about to say something to the officers, but this cryptic, whispered message could not be ignored. He stepped away, pulling the man's sleeve gently so the man would come with him.
"I'm a criminology professor, so investing crime is of professional interest to me," Robert said back in a hushed voice. "What is your interest in this case? And do you know something about it?"
Robert looked this stranger over carefully, hoping to pick up any telltale clues as to what kind of work he did, how well-to-do he was, or the like. ((Notice things roll asked for.))
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