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Post by Juliette Evans on Mar 9, 2015 19:59:46 GMT
Incredibly long red hair was pulled into a neat ponytail that rested over the woman’s shoulder. A black knee-length dress brushed against her legs as she repositioned them, crossing them in a different manner under her table. A cup was held in dainty fingers as it was brought to her lips slowly and sipped on. The tea found within was rather good, better than some that she had gotten in Georgetown before. Golden eyes moved back and forth as they scanned the words that were found in the newspaper. Well, she couldn’t keep up with what was going on in the world at large anymore, but she could at least keep up with what was going on in the place she’d been stuck in. At least it hadn’t been Boston. As much as she had loved her husband and her family, she had never been a fan of that place. It had been much too cold, and the people had been much too rude for her liking. There was no way she could have been wearing a dress in March if they were still in Boston, as well.
Her cup was placed back in the saucer as fingers rose to tuck her hair behind her ear once more. Her youngest children had been the only ones to take after her as far as hair was concerned, but Felix was the only one who kept his hair long like hers. Even if he dyed it a bit, she couldn’t deny the fact that his hairstyle pleased her. He would look good in any hairstyle, surely, but there was something about seeing that long red hair that made her happy. Her foot bounced absently as her eyes rose from the paper she was currently reading. What made her look up was a mystery, but as she did, her gaze caught a paper moving toward her out of the corner of her eye. Caught by the wind from one of the other tables, no doubt. Thin fingers reached out and grasped it as it floated by, and yellow eyes would search for its owner.
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Post by Munire Kovac on Mar 20, 2015 10:24:33 GMT
That was a hard raid but luckily Munire herself did not get shot during the firefight between police officers and couple of drug dealers. She was already get used in shootouts since her tours of duty around the globe, Munire admitted the Army trained her well. Munire did not simply jumped into the police raid for fun, one of the drug dealers was confirmed that he was the murderer who was responsible for a sales assistant's death back in Beach District. However before she could arrest him, that murderer got shot in the head during the firefight in the raid. Right now, she needed a break and needed to figure how to explain the murderer's death to the brass.
Parked her patrol car at the side of the road, Munire got out from her seat and closed the door behind her. Still wearing her police vest, Munire went towards to the trunk of her patrol car and opened it, she unbuckled her vest and stashed it at the trunk. Munire pulled her long coat out from the trunk and closed it. Her police-issued Glock 17 were exposed alongside with her shoulder holster, Munire later put on her coat and adjusted the collars a little. Then she grabbed a small briefcase out from the trunk and closed it, inside of the briefcase it was filled with police case papers which she needed to review for a while. Grabbed the briefcase in her hand, Munire walked away from her patrol car and approached a cafe.
She approached the cafe and she scanned for any empty tables, Munire founded one and approached it. The detective sat down onto the chair and placed her briefcase on the table, it was quite cooling and windy today. As she opened her briefcase on the table, strong wind came upon her and blew her hair and one of the case papers flew out from the briefcase. "Oh... Oh sh-!" before Munire reached her hand to the paper, she fell along with her chair and hit onto the ground and the people nearby eyed at her. Without time for being embarrassed, Munire got back onto her feet and quickly closed her brief case thus took it. Looking for the missing paper, Munire realized that the paper had gone with the wind and she was in distraught, "Oh shit... Kelso's gonna have my head for that missing paper." Munire muttered to herself as she turned her head around, looking for the missing paper.
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Post by Juliette Evans on Mar 26, 2015 17:39:08 GMT
Eyes flashed automatically toward the woman who had fallen out of her chair. Despite the fact that she righted herself quickly, she was close enough that such a thing would easily catch her attention. Pink lips pressed into a thin line as she watched the woman closely. From her reactions, it became exceedingly clear that the paper she was holding lightly between her fingers belonged to the brunette. She clicked her tongue briefly, eyes lowering surreptitiously to scan the document. She knew she couldn’t sit with it for much longer, so all that she was able to gauge from the glance was that it was a police report – but that was interesting by itself. Her son never quite let her in on anything involving his job, he wasn’t technically allowed, but still.
The tall woman stood fluidly, her hair cascading down her back as he the wind caused her dress to flap against her knees. Long, graceful steps were taken in the direction of the woman who was currently muttering something about the paper. Any small shreds of doubt that the paper might have belonged to someone else left her, and she reached forward to tap the shorter woman’s shoulder lightly. “Excuse me? Miss?” Light vocals left her lips, but despite their femininity, there was a certain confidence and authority in them. “Are you looking for this?” She went on to question, extending the paper toward the brunette as she smiled kindly. “And are you alright? That fall looked a little… hard.” She smiled once again, her free brushing against the skirt of her dress gently.
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Munire Kovac
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Post by Munire Kovac on Apr 12, 2015 16:52:32 GMT
In the middle of her desperation, someone tapped on Munire's shoulder and she turned around. It was a woman, no doubt she was a civilian and she had something in her hand, much to Munire's relief. "Oh thank you... I am looking for this earlier," Munire thanked the woman as she received the missing report from the woman's hand, she slipped it back into her briefcase and closed it tight. It was lucky for her that the woman got the report in her hands otherwise Munire would be worried about her career if the report went with the wind for good, she hated write a new report on her desk.
"Thankfully that you got my missing report otherwise I'll be dialed in." Munire said to the woman as she sighed in relief. Who would not know Kelso in the precinct? That old school desk sergeant was touchy if any of his reports in his filebox went missing and Munire offended him intentionally once, for she lost a missing file report about a manslaughter 20 years and she rather not to offend Kelso second time otherwise she will got whacked by him.
"I'm... Detective Munire Kovac of the police department. You just saved my skin." Munire introduced herself to the woman with her faint smile. To be honest, she was not good in smiling or had a pleasant conversation with the civilians outside the precinct. Most of those who knew her, partners and criminals alike viewed her as a toughened police with aggressive nature, which was true. "To return your kindness, I'll buy you a drink be it coffee or wine and please don't say no."
Juliette Evans
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