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Detective Inspector Peter Carlisle
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[May. 3rd, 2007|09:03 am] |
*packing up the car for the trip to the B&B in Big Sur*
*singing happily to himself*
I love a sausage, a bonny, bonny sausage,
But ye canna get near it for the smell,
If you fry it with an ingin, you'll hear the ingin singin':
Mary, my Scots bluebell.
*hoists a suitcase and plonks it into the boot* |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 8th, 2007|01:45 am] |
*sets the cattle prod by the side of the bed*
*takes a couple sleeping pills*
*lies back*
*falls asleep*
*dreams*
TOM? Where are you, you bastard? |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 31st, 2007|05:28 am] |
*leafing through Blythe's attempt at a baby book for Harley*
*mists up a little* |
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| In Blythe and Carlisle's room |
[Dec. 17th, 2006|10:23 am] |
*looking in the mirror as he's dressing*
Blythe? I've, em. Been thinking.
Argh. Sodding tie. *undoes it and starts over* |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 4th, 2006|12:36 pm] |
Blythe?
Doctor Holloway needs to have a word with you. |
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| A spare room at Doctor Joyce's house |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|12:05 am] |
*enters with Blythe and overnight bag*
Doctor Holloway said you could stay here for the time being.
*has a brief look around* Hrm, not too bad. Bit cluttered.
*dives onto the bed and bounces a little* Mm, not bad at all. Come have a try.
*rolls onto back, hands behind head, and grins at you* |
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| Blythe's hospital room |
[Sep. 20th, 2006|10:21 pm] |
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*having kept vigil for hours, fast asleep in a chair in Blythe's hospital room, with head resting on folded arms on the bed where Blythe is sleeping* |
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| Marin Headlands, continued |
[Sep. 19th, 2006|01:16 pm] |
*tosses rock angrily over the edge and watches it roll down the hill*
I'm sorry, Pfred. I'm so sorry I have to involve you in this. But I need your help.
One of Papa Lazarou's henchmen has kidnapped Blythe. They're torturing him, Pfred, and they'll only accept one thing in exchange for his release:
You.
I have every reason to believe they'll kill him, horribly, if they don't get you. I've been wrestling with my conscience ever since I saw them torturing him. If you could have seen his face, Pfred - !
Giacomo was right to try to keep you close. I've been so desperate to save Blythe, so out of my mind worrying what they're doing to him, there have been times over the past day or two that I think I would have been capable of just handing you over to them. But they'd kill you, I'm certain of it. I couldn't do that to you, ever.
*looks at you with desperate hope* I didn't dare tell anyone for fear that they'd find out and kill Blythe anyway. But you're the cleverest of the lot around here, and they must want you for a reason. Perhaps if we put our heads together we can come up with a way to outwit them, to keep both you and Blythe safe and bring them down.
But whatever we do, it's going to be dangerous, and I can't do it on my own. I'm so sorry to put you in this situation. But Blythe...I have to...I can't bear it...
*breaks down in tears* |
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| Marin Headlands, with Pfred |
[Sep. 19th, 2006|12:44 pm] |
*reaches the top of the hill overlooking Golden Gate Bridge with Pfred*
See the bunker over there? This was a military outpost until the '60s. For ages, only soldiers got to see - this.
*turns Pfred towards the view*
Over there, that's Alcatraz, and those are the Farallon Islands. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 15th, 2006|11:24 am] |
Blythe's gone.
After I came back from escaping Papa Lazarou, he took me to get my injuries treated and helped comfort me about the whole ordeal.
And then I woke up the next morning and he was gone. The thing that had terrified me from the moment I talked to Lazarou had happened: one of Lazarou's henchmen took Blythe to get to me. And the coward got him to go quietly by threatening to kill me, knowing that was the one way he wouldn't resist.
The sick bastard tortured Blythe right in front of me, and I couldn't stop it. God, the look on his face. The screams. I've had nightmares about that, but to see it HAPPEN...I would rather they had killed me than have to see Blythe go through that.
At least this time, there's a way out. There's a ransom, something the clown wants. I can get Blythe out of there before they decide to do something even worse to him.
I have to go to San Francisco to get it. I just hope I can live with myself. |
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| Case notebook: Block, Brendan |
[Sep. 8th, 2006|02:29 pm] |
- Suspect in Australia searching for woman he allegedly killed. Distraction? Could she still be alive? Check into immigration and travel records, protect if possible.
- Suspect updating online journal despite wanting to keep low profile. Must take into account what is written there, bearing in mind that suspect is aware of surveillance.
- Evidence suspect has killed again. Warrant issued. Suspect on the run, possibly disguised as ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) theweaselscot or someone who looks like him, per suspect's statement.
- Statement from witness that suspect may be after lonelygod's children.
- lonely_god missing, also possibly victim of Block? Correspondence after disappearance suggests voluntary hiding, however may be distraction of Block's. Investigate whereabouts.
- Recent mysterious appearance of bear, now in possession of anothertimebaby after Block was seen purchasing one. At time, suspect claimed ruse. Possibly to distract.
- Bear appears to be monitoring anothertimebaby and her family, and claims to have been sent by a "Mr. Smith" fitting Block's description. Evidence suggestive that Block is plotting something. Keep close eye on children, believe they may be in danger. Suspect unpredictable and capable of anything. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 31st, 2006|09:11 pm] |
*knocks on DC Blythe's hotel room door*
Blythe? You there, lad? |
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| *tormented pacing* |
[Aug. 26th, 2006|11:41 pm] |
After a long and meditative dialogue with my creator, I've realised I'm in love again.
It seems to be a pattern in my life that when I fall in love, if the romance were to become known, it would likely cost me my job. (Why is that?) And this time is no exception. Even more so.
I've been a copper all my life. I've made a few mistakes on judgement over the course of my career, but I think overall that I'm good at my job, and even though it doesn't pay very well, I get great satisfaction bringing criminals to justice.
I am happier with this person than I've been in a long time. But is it worth both our livelihoods, and our reputations, and even to some extent our identities, to bring it into the open?
I don't know. I don't know what to do. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2006|07:11 pm] |
Rose is still hung up on the Doctor. He's got that tight a grip on her, she's obsessed with him. No matter how much he hurts her or pushes her away, she keeps coming back to him for more grief and heartbreak.
No matter how often I tell her I love her, no amount of concern for her happiness -- nothing I can offer her -- will make her realise what he's doing to her.
And then she tells me she feels trapped, when all I want to do is help set her free.
*sits alone and emo*
*music starts*
( *sings Losing My Mind* ) |
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