SPLATTER (draft)

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Alexander chuckled at Abby's claim to having known there was a break in the crowd. He lifted on eyebrow, but did not comment. Of course, had she actually known there was a break, the woman would not have been so close to being trampled. Well, that's what Alexander assumed, anyway.

He stood mostly at ease, jotting down a few notes as he surveyed the area. Only one detective seems to have arrived. Police seem to be having a hard time controlling the crowd. He wrote, half listening to Abby. Body seems to have been deposited during the day with no notice from civilians-have not yet spoken to witnesses to back this up. He glanced up as he made out Abby's words.

"Vous pouvez être décrit comme 'Lois Lane', mais je ne me dérange pas salir mes mains" He told her in French, "You may be dubbed 'Lois Lane', but I don't mind getting my hands dirty." He shrugged, then laughed, his way of letting her know he was only teasing her. He wasn't sure if she understood French, but he liked using different languages when he could. He'd learned them for a reason, after all.

"The wicked witch is here." Alexander heard Abby retort. He followed her line of sight to see Miss Babineaux of Channel Five, as he'd expected from Abby's comment. "Great." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he did. "She's going to put her mark on our story." He crossed his arms, watching the Channel 5 News crew work. "Talk about a tainted story. I need a good lead here." He started mumbling to himself.

When Abby confessed assulting the cop, Alexander laughed out loud. "Props to you, Little Lois." He shook his head, still chuckling to himself. He nodded when she spoke again. "I think I'm going to attempt getting to those detectives. I can probably get through to one of them. Maybe the DA will answer some questions. I need to find out who discovered the body, talk to them, too."

Oliver scowled when the Police began telling people to leave the scene. He stood up, contemplating to take off, but changed his mind. Why should he leave? They owe him an explaination. They hadn't had anything to tell him when Kiera was.. when she died. He walked angrily towards the scene, wanting to try to scope out what he could about the scene.

The body was gruesome - no hands and too clean. Something looked different from Kiera and the others, but, of course, Oliver wasn't a professional. He couldn't be sure if he was actually seeing something different than the last four murders.

Another scowl.

He slid his hands inhis pockets and walked up to the curb closest to the body. He didn't feel sickened by it, which was strange. When he'd seen Kiera he wasn't able to eat for two weeks. He felt sick everytime he'd thought of her. The difference, of course, was the Kiera had been his sister. He had no idea who this unidentified man was.

He wanted to try to ask them - The Authorities something. But, as they'd just arrived themselves, what would they know. He paced, brooding. He was going to end up getting arrested again, unless he left. It didn't matter, though. Oliver would never figure out what happened if he let. He would never be able to find the man responsible for these murders.

"Ferme la bouche" Abby replied with a curt smirk and roll of her eyes. She could sort of discern what Alexander was saying. Four years of French in High School, but she hadn't considered taking it further in College. Abigail sighed.

She had been enemies with the Channel Five Witch before, but after the murders everything had intensified. It wasn't just the professional anymore. Everything that awful woman said wasn't for the intent or purpose of informing the public. That woman was not in this for the greater good. She was in it to sensationalise horrible horrible things, and while Abigail was not very friendly with the Detectives at the moment, the Police were doing the best they could with what they had... She had to believe that.