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Who: Hero and Sam
Where: Sam's Place
When: Early afternoon

Despite no sleep last night, Hero was practically bounding up the street. She had coffee in one arm and Nighthawks' cheese fries in the other: She never walked into an interview without doing her homework first, not even when it was a semi-spontaneous one.

The interview had been originally scheduled for earlier in the week, at the police station. A sort of 'Day in the Life of ECPD's First Female Detective' human interest piece. It had actually been an interest piece that Hero, always one for a bit of 'Girl Power!', had been genuinely looking forward to -- especially since ECPD's lady cop had some very uncop-like family connections. Which either meant she wasn't so shiny herself, or she probably had some issues to reconcile if she was. Or it could have meant something Hero hadn't thought of yet. Either way, she had been interested.

Who: Ian and Sam
Where: Sam's place
When: Evening

Who: Elle and Sam
Where: Nighthawk's Diner
When: Evening

The radio hadn't provided its usual comfort that night. Most days she spent at least a few moments dancing along to the music in the privacy of her living room. Listening to chatter in the evenings, mouthing the words to the bouncy jingles. It was less lonely that way.

It had only been on as background noise when a few words caught her attention. Turning up the volume, she had peered at the device and waited for more information. The rallying of search parties told her nothing.

Who: Jakob and Sam
Where: Sam's apartment
When: early afternoon

Who: Jamey and Sam
Where: St Peter's Cathedral
When: After Morning Mass

It had been... awhile since Sam had attended mass, let alone a morning mass. Sam didn't want to be there and had try to convince her mother but Marcelena was a force to be reckoned with so Sam donned a navy skirt and suit jacket, a matching hat on her head with one of those stupid little veils that covered the upper half of her face. That was the only thing Sam liked: That her swollen eye and cheek were properly covered, still too tender and puffy to cover up with make up.

Who: Jakob and Sam
Where: Sam's apartment
When: Morning

Besides a swollen face and various other injuries she refused to think of, the only other outward appearance that something was wrong was the two bodyguards outside of her door, several guns concealed on their person. Sam had met them before. They'd been regular staples multiple times as she was growing up, and despite the fact that she was feeling aggressive, she found some comfort in the fact that they were there to protect her.

Who: Jakob and Sam
Where: Station/Sam's apartment
When: Night (not long after the attack)

Sam didn't know how long she'd been laying on the ground at the park. She was kind of floating in the hazy aftermath for awhile, trying to get her wits about her. Her face felt like she'd been slammed face-first into the ground. She'd downed the rest of her flask and Sam wouldn't be able to say how she managed to get back into her apartment. She went through the back, not the front, to avoid being stopped by the well meaning doorman.

Who: Johnny and Sam
Where: Fontaine Park
When:: Nighttime
Warnings: NSFW

Sam had not taken her car to Nighthawk's that evening for her Sunday Night Apple Pie A'La Mode. The rain had stopped and even though it was still cold and all around not nice outside, Sam was still glad to be outdoors, like any other citizen of the city. You take better weather where you can get it.

Who: Johnny and Sam
Where: ECPD Interrogation rooms
When: Mid-morning

Although Biddix Aaron Black (no wonder the jerk went by Aaron) turned out to be a living victim, it was still her case. Or their case. Sam wasn't too sure where Jakob was at the moment and he didn't seem to like talking with living people anyway. So Sam was on her own, sipping her amaretto with whipped cream watching one Arun "Johnny" Tang on the other side of the one way glass. He'd been picked in the wee hours of the morning and he looked worse for wear. The pen tended to do that to some people.

Who: Jakob, Sam, and Aaron
Where: Alley behind nondescript bar in Chinatown
When: Early morning

The call had come in to Homicide first thing in the morning. No one even had a chance to get coffee yet. There was a dead white guy laying in a pile of broken down boxes next to a dumpster in Chinatown. The anonymous caller was sure he was dead because it looked like stray cats were chewing on him and he wasn't moving. Other than that, the only information given before the caller hung up was the location, which happened to be between two bars.

Who: Jakob and Sam
Where: HQ then around town
When: Mid-morning/Afternoon

Who: Ian and Sam
Where: The Drake
When: lunch time

Delores, the girl who worked the front desk, was on her lunch hour and Ian was minding her place while she was gone. It had been a quiet day for the most part, and he'd just spent the past half hour pouring over the sequence of letters from the wall in the library. He still hadn't figured out what they meant, but he had put together a few different words with the letters.

Who: Jesse and Sam
Where: Jesse's Place
When: Late Morning

Late on her second day with no clue that the O'Malleys and the rest of the Syndicate had absolutely imploded. This was so not good. But who could blame her, right? Well, she could blame that weirdo Aaron for getting her back into bed. For not leaving as soon as he woke up and somehow throwing a tantrum like her little cousin. Which is why, she reasoned, she got stuck with questioning duty.

Warning: NSFW
Who: Aaron and Sam
Where: Sam's apartment
When: Morning

Who: Aaron and Sam
Where: Pool Hall/Bar (since everything is owned by the KS and these two are DG :P)
When: Very early hours of the morning
Warnings: NSFW

Who: Jakob and Sam
Where: Eidolon Police HQ
When: Late afternoon

The fireworks, the rallies in the streets... he may not have been alive at the time, but he knew that celebrations like these weren't all that uncommon a little less than a century ago in certain places in Europe. The cheering and the fireworks weren't loud enough -- not to him anyway -- to drown out the beeping of the heart monitor.

And it scared him how easily everything seemed to be repeating itself, but this time... this time was going to be worse. He knew it. It already was.

He wished he could be asleep with her.

Who: Kess and Sam
Where: Nighthawk's diner
When: Mid-morning

Kess was tired, and she almost wished that she was hung over. When she'd woken up that morning, she felt like she smelt like she should be hung over. She hadn't finished working at Babylon until the early hours of the morning - the O'Malleys had seen to that. They'd had one of their 'special' nights last night, entertaining their friends or business acquaintances (Kess didn't know which, and she didn't want to know either) with an open house. It hadn't been a particularly pleasant experience for any of the staff there, since all the punters were 'special guests' and it was very much a case of 'the customer is always right'. Even thinking about it she wanted to make quote marks in the air. Her very thoughts were edged with a bitter sarcasm.

She'd kept herself on the level merely by out talking anyone who made an approach she didn't like, but since the O'Malleys had taken over, she'd had to get used to the groping. Making complaints to her new employers merely brought her to their attention more, and she really didn't want that. So, she'd quietly tended bar, and out talked the increasingly drunk 'guests' - and put up with the clouds of stinking smoke that hung around the place. Not all of it was tobacco either. Again, she hadn't asked - she didn't want to know. All she wanted to do was go to work, come home and be paid.

And she'd been paid - enough to make rent, and enough to mean she could treat herself to breakfast at Nighthawk's - after the world's longest shower, that had left her feeling and smelling a lot more human. She sat alone, in a booth near the front of the diner, having order eggs and bacon, and drinking a cup of strong coffee as she cast her eyes over the newspaper, with it's glaring headline about the serial killer. For once, it seemed, teh city had good news.

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