Taciturn- habitually silent, reserved, or uncommunicative; not inclined to conversation
(Afternoon of March 27th, 2014)
March 27th, was the day Lacië King was reminded that homicide happens sometimes. Although a murder of a simple mortal wouldn’t be prioritized, maybe the death of an important man would be.
Rather than giving her nerves a rest, Lacië King pulled out her cell phone to dial in 4 digits. 1-811. BWPD- the Bristol Werewolf-led Police Department, since werewolves were more dependable than ghouls in enforcement and were naturally stronger and more intimidating than humans could ever dream to be. Although, Xavier disagreed with this, saying that anyone that thinks that hasn’t seen Lacië when she hasn’t had her coffee in the morning. Or 8 hours of sleep.
“Services needed. William King was murdered in his own office. Please send officers.” She spoke bluntly, her intentions are clear as the blood staining her torso.
She slid her mobile phone back into her pocket and let out a small breath of carbon dioxide. “I’m going to head home and take some pain killers or something.” She spoke quietly, trying to hide the silver tears sliding down the curves of her temple, sloping around her cheekbones and fading into the lining her strong jaw. Xavier reached out a hand for hers to grasp and to transfer her pain into, but she was gone before anyone could stop her.
“I hope she knows pain killers don’t destroy that kind of pain,” Colin softly called after the lilac haired girl, whose speed was deemed supernatural by anyone that saw her fly down those stairs. “I don’t mean that rudely! I’m sorry, miss!” He called out worriedly, a frowned imprinted itself into the boy’s fallow face gradually.
Andy rolled her eyes and placed a comforting hand on the mortal’s shoulder. “Don’t even try, she doesn’t swing that way Colin.” Gesturing towards the stairs that the recently fatherless Lacië ran down.
“What?” Colin exclaimed, his face turning from worry to confusion, which was his most notable facial expression now. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Andy shook her head and let out a sigh, “Nevermind...” Colin raised a quizzical eyebrow at her, but when she decided to actually try and explain it to him, the BWPD chose to make a guest appearance.
Delael let out a screech, leaping onto the back of the tall vampire Xavier. In reaction to the sudden action, Xavier flipped off the angel in two different ways. Without his roommate there to stop him from doing regrettable things, Xavier would act recklessly and of his own accord. The angel glared towards his alignment opposite, sticking his pungent pink tongue out childishly.
A physical contrast in almost any and every way to Andy stood in the doorway, his attention more clearly given to a wooden clipboard and a bluetooth earpiece. “What is the situation at hand?” The were-wolf spoke flatly, his eyes near heading their direction and his body arched away from them. He didn’t care, and that was as clear as day.
Xavier and Delael looked at each other hopefully, hoping that one of them would pipe up and explain the whole thing. But since both boys were too busy thinking to themselves, rather than doing something, nothing was done for a good awkward, 5 minutes.
Andy glared at the immortals and turned towards the 6 foot tall wolfman with a frown. “William King appears to have been murdered in his own office. His daughter, Lacië King, came to greet him and was met with having to see her father’s corpse. She called to get men to investigate her father’s murder. That is the situation.” She explained painlessly and bluntly, her voice monotone and direct to the point. Or so she thought.
The officer blinked at her. “Well, how long has it been since the murder?” He asked, dopey amber eyes meeting Andy’s. She rolled her eyes and let out a soft sigh.
